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Inspecting the Troops	By : Snootiegirl Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 30729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own none of these Star Wars: The Clone Wars characters and make no money off the writing of this work. Star Wars is owned by Disney.

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Author's Note: Welllll, my little PWP isn't developing so much of a plot as an emerging character study of Ahsoka and Rex--with sex of course. Will this chapter lead to more? I'm not promising anything. But see what you think about the ideas that arise here.

Chapter 3
"Incoming!" Rex roared through the external speakers of his helmet. He wasn't sure just how many of his men could even hear his warning through the already all-consuming din.
But some did hunker down to try to avoid the worst of the shrapnel that inevitably came out of these incendiary devices. Rex himself huddled down but kept his head up just enough to see over the ridge to where the Seppies were lobbing their bombs.
He switched to a different comm channel. "Commander?" he queried.
"Yes, Captain," came her distinctly non-clone voice.
"We're pinned down over here. How's about lending us a hand?" he asked. In the last few months, he had managed to pick up some of her more sparkling personality traits and used some of her less-than-standard-miliary language. Instead of asking her for reinforcements, now he casually joked with her with a wisp of a smile on his lips as he thought of her lips.
"I'll be right there," she responded. He could hear the hum of her lightsaber, and she grunted a little from the effort of decapitating tinnies.
"Thank you," he replied and closed the link. He kept his eyes on the line of laser cannon and tanks in front of them until he saw two distinctive lightsabers carving a path through the enemy like she was exercising in a training salle.
He watched, mesmerized by her lithe form, a little worried for her safety, but mostly just enjoying the show that was Ahsoka. When she finally reached the line of Clone troops, she casually hung her lightsabers on her belt before striking an 'Ahsoka pose' with her hands on her hips.
"Somebody call for back-up?" she pronounced with a small smirk.
Conscious of his men watching them closely, Rex replied, "Yes, ma'am. Thank you. Now we can push on to the next objective." He was able to smile broadly at her though since his helmet concealed his face. She didn't have a helmet, but the whole battalion was used to her smiling.
The two of them began directing the troopers to the next area of battle, a well-oiled machine. They didn't dare touch or show any other outward sign of closeness with so many other people around and no real cover to speak of.
The medic Kix trotted up to Rex to report in. "Fifteen wounded, sir. No casualties," he snapped out efficiently.
Rex nodded. "Right, Kix. Medevac them back to Resolute. You're going to have more on your hands soon, I'm sure." Kix saluted and retreated back to the med station.
If only Rex had known how prophetic those words would be.
Later that day, the casualty count seemed to be multiplying by the minute. Ahsoka was blood-splattered and showing signs of fatigue since she didn't know how to do anything in moderation any more than her Master did. Rex worried more about her fatigue hindering her than what any tinny could get over on her.
As dark was falling, he found her consulting a holomap. He stood for a minute, waiting to see what the next orders would be. They were expecting a fresh batch of the 313th Infantry to relieve them for the next 24 hours. She was planning their next move as well as the best positions for the 501st to get some sorely needed rest.
Kix was trotting toward them again, covered half again as much as the two of them in the blood of their brother troopers. Rex motioned for him to wait on his report for a moment until Ahsoka could divert her attention to him as well.
She looked up and blinked several times at Kix's appearance. Then she stowed the holomap and said, "Yes, Kix?"
He stood to attention and reported, "I'll not burden you with the casualty numbers, sir, unless you want them. However," he rushed on before she made up her mind. "There are quite a few men in need of attention and spread out over the next few clicks to the west." He pointed down the front line to a spot she knew had been particularly bombarded earlier. She was relieved to know that there were casualties instead of a complete fatality situation.
"I've got every man with any first aid training pressed into service helping out in the med station here. I could use some help getting down there to assess these guys." He was asking them to be that help.
Ahsoka looked to Rex, and he nodded. She turned back to Kix. "Lead the way, Sergeant," she said quietly.
Kix used a small, handheld pad to track vital signs on any body they came across. They walked an excessively long distance before he bent down and began to de-armor a broken body on the ground. Unfortunately, before he get very far, he let out a sigh and stood up again. He had been too late.
Ahsoka stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say. Rex waited patiently for Kix to resume the search for life signs. She had no way of knowing what was going on in his head, seeing these brothers dead on an alien planet and knowing that no one was coming to even collect their bodies. They stay as they lay.
Kix seemed to be having some sort of internal argument that finally subsided as he moved on to the next clump of white-clad bodies.
After an hour of finding nothing but more of the same, Kix finally found a life sign that was stronger than he'd seen so far. He broke into a trot, with Rex and Ahsoka right behind. He dropped to his knees in the dirt, throwing off his helmet and cracking the seal on the trooper in front of him.
"Glad to see you, Sergeant," the trooper said. It was the first voice beside their own they had heard since beginning their search. All three of them let out a collective held breath.
Kix proceeded to assess his injuries and found that the worst was a leg that was badly broken and skewed the wrong direction. He used a hypospray to give the Trooper some painkillers before setting the bone. It was going to hurt like a bitch.
He then directed Ahsoka and Rex in the best way to help him and the patient. Together the three of them managed to minimize the time it took to initially repair the damage.
"I need to get him back to the med station to assess for internal injuries," Kix pronounced. He commed for a repulsor gurney and closed the link just before all Correllian hells broke loose again.
Ahsoka whipped out her lightsabers. Kix hefted the trooper onto his shoulders, and Rex covered them. All three of them headed for the nearest shelter which happened to be the remains of a shabby little farm house. At least the roof only had one hole in it.
The four of them huddled in the farmhouse, knowing that three functional people and one injured one were useless with no solid cover against cannon they could barely even see on the horizon.
Ahsoka commed General Skywalker. "Master? We're pinned down about four clicks to your west. One injured trooper, Rex, Kix, and me," she reported.
"Stay put, Snips. We'll send a larty for you when we can. It might be a couple hours though. They've regrouped, and the 313th is just landing. Keep your heads down and wait!" he ordered firmly.
"Yes, Master," she replied.
She closed the comm channel and looked at Rex. "Did you bring any cards with you, Captain?" she asked, trying to make light of their perilous position.
Meanwhile, Kix was arranging the injured trooper, Traynor, on an emergency blanket and administering a sedative. "I'm going to let him sleep while we wait. He's got to be in a lot of pain. I'm not entirely sure there aren't bone fragments from that vicious break."
He turned to Ahsoka and said, "I have another blanket if you'd like it, Commander. It's going to get cold hunkering down in here."
Ahsoka hesitated before taking the blanket. She looked down at her battle outfit. It covered all of her skin, but it was nowhere as temperature controlled as the troopers armor was. She smiled her thanks at the medic and wrapped the blanket over her arm. She was still warm at the moment from the adrenaline, but she knew Kix was right. Eventually, she was going to cool down.
Too bad I can't snuggle with Rex, she thought ruefully.
Rex busied himself with securing their small perimeter, checking and re-checking the dirty windows for enemy near-by. It seemed that there weren't any ground troops in their vicinity--just the bombardment. He returned to his spot next to Ahsoka and all three of them wondered what they were going to do to pass the time.
Three hours later, they were still wondering. Ahsoka was wrapped tightly in her blanket and sitting on a small table they had propped up against a remaining wall. From her perch, she watched Rex and Kix pace in what she would call a 'nervous' fashion if she didn't know them. They preferred to call it 'focused caution,' and she knew they had been trained for it.
Ahsoka stifled a yawn. They could still hear the cannon in the distance, moving away from their position but toward there would-be rescuers. The larty wouldn't be on the way anytime soon, she judged. And it was too risky to move Traynor while dodging ordnance.
Rex looked over at Ahsoka at the end of her yawn. "You should get some shut-eye, Commander," he directed. "We can keep watch." She nodded with heavy eyes and curled up on the table with her knees to her chest.
Rex watched her for a moment more to assure himself that she was indeed relaxing. Her steady breathing was reassuring.
Kix remarked, "She's a tough little girl, isn't she?" Rex looked at his brother, surprised at the personal comment. But then medics were their own breed of trooper. They dealt in the very personal all the time--injury, sickness, bodies, and bodily fluids. He knew a medic could field strip another trooper in less time than the man could undress himself. And dealing with the weaknesses of bodies and the fragility of confused and hurting minds must have given Kix a unique perspective of humanity. What good were social graces and protocol in the face of that sort of mortality?
"She's unique," Rex allowed. He had known Kix for a while, and he respected the man's talents as a medic. He had saved his shebs on Salucami, that's for sure.
"Is it true that you were there the day she was first tasked with the 501st?" Kix inquired.
Rex smiled at the memory of Ahsoka, all bubbling enthusiasm and youth. He remembered talking to her about 'experience'. They certainly both had plenty of that now. Some of it just between the two of them.
Kix watched Rex carefully as he ruminated on the question. When he finally answered, Kix was almost surprised to hear one. He had gained a great deal of knowledge from from watching Rex's emotions cross his face. Another skill acquired from tending the wounded.
"Yes, she was very young. But she learned fast. She's a good Commander. We're lucky to have her," Rex pronounced.
Kix couldn't resist. "You especially," he said quietly. Rex turned to him slowly with a raised eyebrow.
"Excuse me, Sergeant?" he said with a slightly lower tone of voice than he had just used. The effect was menacing.
"Your secret is safe with me, Captain. Medic's discretion and all," Kix rejoined, trying to smooth ruffled feathers. "I'm sure no one else knows."
Rex continued to eye the medic, pondering whether to even respond. After a few minutes, Kix changed the subject and Rex relaxed a little bit.
Finally, Kix decided that he'd never get another opportunity to ask his burning questions again, so he pushed his boundaries once more, "Captain? Is this, um, thing . . . between you, um, and the Commander . . ." At the mention of Ahsoka, Rex's head snapped around toward the medic again. Luckily he was at least five steps away from Kix so that the Sergeant could get out the last word before Rex's fist was introduced to his face.
"Exclusive?" he choked out and then steeled himself for the contact.
"What are you insinuating, Sergeant?" Rex growled in a low tone to avoid waking Ahsoka up.
Kix held up his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm not saying pass her around or anything, Captain. I just wanted to know if we--that is--she and I could spend some off-time together. That's all," he finished.
Rex stood rigid and flexed his fists until Kix figured there was no blood left in them. Then he took one deliberate step back away from the other man. Well? Now what? Rex wondered. I don't want to admit anything to him . . .
He looked over at Ahsoka's reclined form, bundled up in her blanket. "You'd have to ask the Commander about her own off-time, Sergeant," he said, knowing damn-well that he'd have a few choice words with Ahsoka first. He wasn't diametrically opposed to Ahsoka entertaining other lovers, but there was no way he wasn't going to set down some ground rules.
A familiar voice came from behind Rex's white-clad back. "Captain," Ahsoka said without a trace of sleep in her voice.
He snapped around at attention to face her. A worried look crossed her features. She very slightly shook her head, not a negation of anything but a plea with him to not do anything before they had a chance to speak privately. He picked up on her cue immediately.
And then all three of them froze as they heard the familiar, and comforting, sound of the larty reached their ears simultaneously. Then it was all business as Traynor was gathered up onto a repulsor gurney and other troopers covered the four of them in their short trip to the ship.
Ahsoka stood next to Rex in the LAAT/i, holding onto a ceiling strap, eyes boring into the T-visor on his helmet. Her hand brushed against his glove in an attempt to test his mood. He neither reacted nor pulled away from her. She was intrigued. She had heard the whole conversation between the two men. A small smile touched her lips.
Maybe it was time for another troop inspection back on the Resolute.
The next evening, Rex carefully made his way to Ahsoka's quarters. It wouldn't look completely strange for him to be seeking out his commanding officer at her quarters, especially if something pressing had come in from HQ late in the shift. But tonight, the Captain had his own pressing concerns beyond the war.
As soon as the door closed behind him, he began shedding his armor plates as was his habit. But he pursued it more thoughtfully and with less urgency than usual. Ahsoka was in the 'fresher when he entered. He was halfway through when she entered and bounced on the balls of her feet in anticipation.
Her smile faded somewhat when she caught Rex's eye though. "What's wrong?" she asked, truly perplexed. She moved forward and placed her hands on his chest, his plate already removed.
"Kix," was all Rex would allow for the moment. He finished his task and sat down heavily on the side of her bunk. "He upset me."
"How did he do that?" she again asked with genuine concern. She knew about Kix's request, but she hadn't told Rex she knew until she could gauge his response. Now she knew it had been a smart move.
Rex raised his eyes to hers and she thought she saw more sadness in them than she ever had. "I love you with everything I am, Ahsoka. I know I have nothing to offer you but myself, but--"
She cut him off with a finger to his lips. "I offer myself and my heart and nothing else to you as well," she told him. They both had nothing but their duty and themselves. But it was always enough for the two of them.
Rex smiled a small smile behind her slim digit and kissed. Then he leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together.
"Are you tired of me? Do I not make you happy?" he asked timidly.
"What nonsense is this? Of course you make me happy! How could I be tired of my best friend, my lover?" She held his face now, looking deeply into his eyes. "You are the best thing that's happened to me since coming to the Temple to become a Jedi," she informed him. His eyes grew wide with revelation.
And then they were kissing, softly and with care as if they held each other's fragile hearts in the palms of their hands and could crush them with any sudden movement. When they parted, she returned to her earlier confusion.
"What does this have to do with Kix, sweetie?" She truly didn't expect Rex to be so insecure about himself--about their fledgling relationship maybe, but not about his appeal to her. She thought she had made it clear in the past months that he set her afire with passion and longing. And he never doubted himself as an officer.
"He thinks he knows that we're involved. And he asked if he could 'spend some time' with you," he clenched his fists. "It made me very angry to think of him with you."
He turned to her suddenly and clutched her shoulders. "You wouldn't go behind my back, would you?" It was a desperate question, not an accusation of wrongdoing. She knew it was born out of his worry that he wasn't special enough for her. That he was just one of millions of the same man.
"Never," she growled with conviction and narrowed her eyes.
Deciding it was time she got more aggressive in her assertion of her possession of him--and only him-- she slid a leg over his lap, making sure to rub against his crotch as much as possible. She pushed him to lie back on her bunk. She leaned over him propped up on her arms to look him straight in the eyes again.
"Tonight, I will make you forget your name, Captain. My Captain." she spoke in a low husky voice designed to send shivers through him without even touching him. "But you will use my name as your prayer, your invocation of any deity willing to listen. You will collapse with only me as your lifeline," she finished her promises to him by licking her lips and then his.
His face had gone slack with arousal when she straddled him. He was positively mesmerized now, after her speech. He was going to enjoy surrendering to her tonight.
Ahsoka reached behind her neck and undid the clasp on her halter, slowing lowering the two straps down her neck and shoulders. She wriggled her hips a little as well. Rex cleared his throat as his vision blurred a little and rested his hands on those sinful hips. He wasn't stilling her, just trying to hold on for the ride.
Her hands now reached the top curves of her breasts and dropped the straps to hang from the cups still lovingly embracing her curves. Using her fingertips, she traced along the edge of the fabric, leaning her head back and making small mewling sounds. Rex made another low sound in his throat as if something had lodged there.
Continuing her touch around the outside bulge of her breasts, she pushed the fabric ahead of her fingers until her nipples peeked out at him. He had a hard time restraining himself from reaching out to touch them. But Ahsoka took care of that for him. Her own sienna fingers wrapped around the little nubs and they grew even harder than when they had first appeared. She felt Rex stiffen even more under her, his arousal hopefully blotting out all of his earlier anger and doubt.
She leaned down toward his face, hovering just out of kissing range. "These?" she said. "These have only been seen by one man." And she cupped her breasts up as far as she could comfortably. Then she pressed them against his mouth. "These are for only one man's mouth, one man's tongue," she teased him.
Now Rex felt compelled to act. He couldn't refuse that inviting declaration. His lips parted to take one of the delicious nipples into his warmth. She moaned in approval and ground her pelvis down against him again. His tongue moved slowly along the slightly bumpy area. His fingers tugged at the fabric to give him more flesh. Ahsoka writhed with the sensations.
All too soon for Rex, she sat back up. But he was mollified by her smile. She removed her top completely and raised her arms above her head, bringing them down over her montrals, slowly and sensually. Rex felt himself break out in a sweat watching her lines sway and curve as she enjoyed her own touch.
Eventually her hands moved all the way down her torso and made contact with his. She pulled on the fabric covering him to slide her hands underneath and begin her assault on his skin.
"And this?" she said as she kissed and licked her way across his abdomen. "This strength is mine. It protects me." She looked up at Rex to see his reaction. He looked suspended in disbelief warring with the need to hear more. She understood his insecurities. They had had time to talk about themselves more now that they shared intimate moments together.
His fears from the past. His apprehensions about any kind of future. They shared their darkest secrets in whispers as if just voicing them out loud gave them purview over them. No, they were stronger together, and their physical intimacy only reinforced that strength to look forward as one and face anything.
Her smooth hands massaged his muscles as much as hard muscle could give way. Running her hands toward his sides, she found his little ticklish spots with feather touches. His stifled laugh was followed by a louder sigh as her lips followed her hands. Next her fingers sought out his. Bringing one hands up to her lips, she kissed each finger and then laved along the soft underside leaving a wet trail behind. Her lowered eyelashes showed her enjoyment at giving him pleasure. Rex reached his other hand up behind her neck to caress her gently. His eyes shone with emotion. He could only ever let them bubble to the surface when they were alone.
"I love you," he said to her. She closed her eyes and snuggled her face into his hand--temple to chin--letting the effect of the words saturate her. His love, his respect, his care. What more could a girl ask for in this universe? Well, she thought slyly, a good hard cock whenever she got the notion was pretty darn nice too.
She re-opened her eyes and smiled a secret smile. With one last quick kiss to the hand along her cheek, she returned to pleasuring her man. She wanted his shirt off. He obliged her by raising his shoulders off the bunk to allow her to slip the material up and around his neck, but not entirely off of his arms yet. Those she pinned above his head, effectively covering his face as well.
"Ok?" she asked him. "Can you breathe?"
His 'breathy' response assured her he was fine, and he was fine with what she was doing to him as well. She was thrilled to have him at her mercy, even with his permission.
She began a kissing campaign down his pectorals, circling his darkened nipples. Her nails lightly raked along the lines of muscle she found irresistible. His body was so different from hers. She delighted in his maleness--his hard planes, his rough scent, his patches of body hair. She ran her exploring fingers up to his armpits, again tickling him and enjoying his squirming. "I love you too, you know," she said and he stilled intently. "I love that you can be playful with me. That you trust me to do this to you." She leaned down and carefully took his nipple between her vicious, razor sharp teeth. But she never broke the skin. His muffled moans told her all she needed to know about his appreciation of her actions.
Ready to move forward with their lovemaking, she drew his shirt over his head to look into his beautiful eyes once more. She kissed him passionately as he got rid of the material and captured her slight frame in his crushing embrace. His arousal was becoming uncomfortable, through her words as much as her actions, and he ready for a release.
"Let me make love to you, Ahsoka," he mumbled into her lips. She nodded and rolled off of him to remove the rest of her clothing. He mirrored her until only their skin separated them. She held out her arms in invitation to him, and he covered her immediately.
When he entered her, he felt renewed in his confidence--in himself and in them. Nothing would come between them. It didn't matter what happened--good or bad. They had this, now and forever. He set an insistent pace, the one they both enjoyed.
His hands reached down under her knees to lift and separate and bring him even closer to her core. She arched against him and keened. He loved the sounds she made while they had sex. They were unlike anything he heard her utter before she had experienced her pleasure around him.
They moved in tandem, each reaching for emotional and physical release. Rex felt her vaginal muscles clenching his cock in a vise grip which he knew meant she was close to orgasm. He continued his ministrations until the tone of her vocalizations as well as the increased pressure surrounding him told her story of completion.
When she released him partially, he followed her into the abyss of ecstasy that they had found together. They panted and held each other tight but tenderly. Slowly, their breathing slowed and evened out. He slipped from her body and enfolded her in his arms, cradling her.
From the warmth of the circle of his beloved arms, Ahsoka's voice issued. "Feel better?" she asked.
He eased his grip so she could turn and look into his eyes. He smiled sheepishly. "Is this the best time to ask a man that? Aren't you taking advantage?" When her face fell a little at his jab, he smiled wider and jostled her in his arms. "Kidding!" he assured her.
She mock-punched him in the chest for his effort.
"Hey," he said and held up his hands in surrender. "All right. I overreacted. I apologize." He rubbed lightly at her shoulder. He sighed. "Do you like him?" he asked in a small voice.
Ahsoka tilted her head to the side, studying him closely. She pondered her response for a few moments.
"He's a good medic, a good trooper, a good man. But he's not you, if that's what you really want to know," she told him. "I'll never love anyone as I do you, Rex."
He responded, "So you wouldn't date him?"
"Is that what we're doing?" she responded with a quirk of her lips on one side. "Who knows?" she mused. "Maybe one day we'll want to include one of your brothers in our fun, but not yet." Rex looked terribly relieved by her reassurances.
She continued, "Tell me, Captain, do you have any unfulfilled fantasies? Perhaps I could be your harem slave girl? Or we could play Master and Senator?" She couldn't help snickering at that last suggestion.
Rex looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her before responding. "You are my fantasy. Just you and me and this time together," he said. "I never knew that I would even have this." His arms tightened around her.
Ahsoka smiled back and settled into her favorite spot with her shoulder snugged up under his arm and her head pillowed on his thick shoulder. It was enough for her too.
A/N2: So should they include someone else in their 'inspections'? We'll see!
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