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Harem Girl	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 19785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: It’s George’s sandbox, I’m simply destroying the sandcastles
Title: Harem Girl
Author: Jade_Max
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex
Era: TCW [AU]
Summary: While choosing Ahsoka's slave outfit in Season 4, pre Episode 12, Rex's control is tested beyond his limits with interesting consequences...
Notes: Something that hit me and I couldn't resist; these two need more lovin'!
Harem Girl
Ahsoka lifted another of the outfits that Rex has brought her, grimaced and placed it in the pile that would go back to the home of its owners. Mostly she'd already tried on several outfits that had been from the shop. A shop she could pay, if need be, and not feel guilty about using something. She pulled one of the outfits that Rex had passed over the door and held it up.
A tube of burgundy and white, marked much like her skin, with fringe that hung from the bottom to probably her knees, she couldn't resist slipping into it with an anticipatory shiver. Raising her voice, she picked up their conversation where she'd left off. “I know we can track where the Zygerians took them, but what if we’re too late?” She pitched her voice to carry beyond the door. “What if, by the time we get there, they’re gone and we don’t find them?”
“We will.” His insistence was immediate and almost drowned out by the musical tinkle of the bell tipped tassels as she adjusted the tube. It sat high on her thighs, encompassing her in a tightly wrapped piece of fabric that was easy to move in, but hid little. Stepping out boldly, she tried to ignore the way the long tassels swayed and shifted across her bare skin, hanging down to just below her knees. It tickled even as the bells on the ends of the strands clicking and chimed musically.
Rex turned and his eyebrows arched before he shook his head. “You wear that and the General isn’t going to let you off the cruiser and onto the shuttle let alone out in public.”
It wasn't 'the General' she wanted confining her to quarters and, hopefully, standing guard. “Too much, hm?”
“Too little,” Rex corrected. “He said a costume with flash, not a towel with… fringe.”
His dryness and the flash of appreciate she saw in his eyes made her laugh. A real, genuine laugh; trust Rex to be able to make her do it when the last thing she felt like was laughing. She turned and headed for the change room once more. “If you think this is bad, Rexster," she threw back as she closed the door and reached decisively for the outfit she'd only moment before decided she hadn't the nerve to wear in favor of what he called a towel with fringe, "I doubt you’ll like this one.”
Actually, she reflected as she held up the skimpy top and matching skirt. I'm hoping you really like this one.
Slipping out of the tube of fabric, she placed it in the 'discard' pile before turning the twin triangle top this way and that, figuring out how to put it on after a moment's inspection. Hooking the silica beaded halter around her neck with the ingenious clasp, she then did up the one around her back, reaching into the twin triangles to adjust her breasts with a sweep of her hand.
A critical look at her reflection and she grinned. Cleavage. Excellent. She didn't normally have any and, while the outfit wasn't something she'd normally wear - with its next to sheer fabrics barely hiding her erect nipples and the globes of her breasts practically falling out - it was an empowering top.
The matching skirt was easy to loop about her hips. Triple folded at the top, it hinted with shadows at the indent between her thighs before falling sheer to the floor. The fabric was attached to a belt that slung low across her hips, a flat gold plate in the center falling neatly between her hips to held the fabric down. A single piece, it was airy thin and she shivered as she adjusted it, looking at her reflection with a satisfied grin before pulling a dark veil from one of the hangars behind her.
Drooping it across her face and lekku, a line of tiny silica beads anchored it across her nose and leant her an even more exotic look even as it effectively disguised her. Not that Rex wouldn’t know who she was, but knowing he couldn’t see her face was liberating. The beads were interwoven into the fabric along where her face met the stripped chevrons on her lekku and montrals.
She smiled, her lips curving sexily behind the veil. If ever there was a slave outfit, this was it.
Confident in her appearance and wondering how Rex would react to the change, for she'd never looked less like the young woman he knew, she swept out of the change room on bare feet, ensuring the sound of the door opening caught his attention. She took two steps as he turned and struck a pose.
Hands on her hips, hip cocked, one leg slightly tilted inwards, her head at a coquettish angle, she knew she looked like a flirt; she felt like a flirt. Just once she wanted Rex to acknowledge the awareness she'd seen simmering in his eyes since Umbara. He'd looked at her different ever since their conversation and she... she liked that different; wanted to see where it would lead. She wanted him to see her as more than just his Commander and didn't know how to get there.
This, she knew, was a low stunt but it was the only one she could think of that might remotely work.
Rex's gaze landed on her and his whole body stiffened as he snapped to attention, his eyes widening almost comically. He blinked slowly, as if not crediting his eye sight. And, as she watched, blood suffused his face, starting low, at the neck of his armor and slowly crawling up his neck, across his chin and into his cheeks until he was a very interesting shade of pink from the top of his head downwards.
Does he blush all over?
It was a scandalous thought and the sudden urge to know was almost her undoing. Instead she lifted her arms and stretched, watching beneath hooded lids as he swallowed hard, his gaze taking in the lines of her arms as they stretched over her head and then, to her delight, swept downwards in a slow, heated and wordless caress. In his eyes was an expression, a want she'd never seen before and she let him look his fill, silently thrilled the way his gaze lingered on her exposed cleavage and the dip of her waist.
Her words, when she finally spoke, were supposed to be teasing, a taunt and instead came out a sultry, sexy challenge of a purr as she slowly lowered her arms to hold them wide. “What do you think?”
“No.”
He didn't even hesitate, though his throat worked to get his response out. Grinning behind the veil at his obvious discomfort she spun in place, providing him with a view of more sienna colored flesh than she'd ever flashed at anyone. She caught the way his hands re-fisted, as if he were resisting the urge to grab and shake her - or grab and something else to her, she hoped. A glance at his closed expression brought his next instruction.
"Change.”
The curt order should have undercut her confidence but, instead, did nothing but boost it. Her smile beneath the veil turned defiant along with the tilt of her head as she took a step towards him, one hand deliberately splayed across her hip, her fingers angled with deliberate intent along the belt towards where the flat gold ornament held the skirt down between her legs. Behind the veil she felt like a different person; like a woman who knew what she wanted and didn't have to be afraid to reach for it. So she challenged him.
“I like it.”
He shook his head once, emphatically, and deliberately turned away. If she hadn't been able to see her jaw work, she might have been insulted.
“Not that one.”
The barest flicker of uncertainty struck her and her determination faltered. “Rex-”
“Change, Ahsoka.”
His tone was hard and uncompromising except she could hear the undercurrent of desperation. She could sense it from him, a conflict which had never been more pronounced or obvious. It was that which spurred her onwards. Which made her reckless; which made her reach for what she... what they wanted.
"Make me."
His gaze snapped back to hers.
There was a look in them she'd never expected to see, almost as if he were torn, hunted, and she took another step towards him. "Anakin told me to look the part; this is the part, isn't it?"
"Ahsoka."
The way he said her name was a warning, a growled caution she decided to pay no heed to. Taking the last step between them, she daringly reached out to walk her fingers up his arm. "I'm supposed to be a slave girl, Rex," she told him softly, looking up at him through her lashes. "Don't I look the part?"
His hand stopped hers by covering it, pressing her fingers down into the plastoid armor that covered his bicep. He then, to her delight, took another long look at her, an unmistakable heat flaring in his eyes. It was the same heat she'd seen in her Master's when he looked at Senator Amidala; a look she'd always wanted Rex to turn her way.
And now he was - but was fighting it for all he was worth.
"I don't think he meant a harem slave, Ahsoka."
Daringly, she stepped closer, pressing herself shamelessly against him and wondering in the back of her mind where the bold, brazen hussy who seemed to have overtaken her had come from. "A slave is a slave, isn't she?"
Rex's fingers tightened on hers, his jaw as hard a granite, his eyes flashing dangerously. "You're playing a part, not becoming the role," he admonished. Reaching down he made to pry her off. "Anakin would lock you up if he saw you right now."
She nipped at his fingers through the veil when they came too close to her face and he jerked his hand back at the unexpected attack. "Anakin would likely commend me on my choice of costume," her head tilted flirtatiously. "We could take a poll; let the men decide."
"Nu draar!"
Her eyes widened at the emphatic use of Mando'a, a language she rarely heard him speak, and she sucked in a sharp breath only to have it knocked out of her as Rex seemed to snap.
His mouth came down on hers through the veil, there but not really, an unexpected kiss that was possessive and passionate for all it was through a gossamer thin layer of cloth. The kiss was so unexpected she clung to him as he swept her backwards and around, off her feet, and onto the rail that separated the loft from the long fall below. He pinned her there.
His arm were around her, keeping her anchored to him, and she had no choice but to spread her knees around his trim hips, plastoid biting into her bare flesh as the thin fabric proved no kind of protection against the hard armor. She didn't care as his codpiece nestled itself squarely at the apex of her thighs, making her hiss with the contact, nipping him.
She tasted blood.
Lifting his head, Rex looked down at her with eyes that gleamed, a splash of red on his lip. His tongue darted out to taste it before his gaze narrowed. "You are not wearing that for anyone else," he told her firmly.
But she, as always, couldn't resist goading him. "By your reaction I'd say it's perfect."
"You have no idea as to my reaction, Ahsoka," his hands flexed where they rested, one firmly on her backside holding her in place, the other in the center of her back under her lekku. As his fingers moved, Ahsoka let out another soft hiss, her eyes partially closing as she tilted her head to rub it further against him.
Taking the hint, he lifted two fingers, capturing the dangling appendage gently and running his fingers across the end and tip.
"Rex..." she moaned his name with a whimper.
"No one else," he told her, his gaze on hers.
"Wh-" her breath hitched. "Why not?"
"Ahsoka..."
"Show me, Rex... show me why not," she practically begged, arching her back into his touch.
His other hand traveled up her side, catching the belt and shifting it. A simple tug and adjustment on his part and one of the slits now left her lower body covered in nothing more than a nearly nonexistent strip of gossamer fabric. She'd foregone her under things for they hadn't worked with the costume. His hand didn't stop to linger but instead moved upwards, sliding along the length of one lekku and making her shudder, her eyes glazing over as sensations ricocheted through her body.
Pleasure spikes arced along her nerve endings and her hips moved of their own accord, pushing her barred lower half roughly against his plastoid covers. She was unable to bite back a moan of frustration as Rex ever so carefully ran one thumb along the length of the lekku that lay over her breast, slipping his hand around it to hold it with care and intent, the back of his hand rubbing the engorged nipple beneath it.
The dual assault was too much combined with the skilled fingers at her back and she bowed sharply, pressing her body more firmly towards him, her legs clasping his hips even as her hands grasped the rails beside her tightly. "Rex!"
"Nobody else," he told her fiercely.
"Nobody!" Her agreement was almost a shriek as he took advantage of her supplicant position, bending his head to press his lips against the lekku and breast, the engorged nipple beneath the fabric taught and visibly swollen, hard to the touch and a contrast to the warm and supple flesh that lay beside it. Rigid in his grasp, Ahsoka could only let out a mewl of pleasure that sounded suspiciously like his name.
"This," his breath feathered against her skin and through the thin fabric to give her chill bumps, "is what happens when you look like a harem girl," he growled. His hand slid free and down, across the flat plane of her stomach towards the apex of her thigh even as his tongue continued to tease the sensitive nubs through the fabric.
“Yes,” she gasped as he nipped at her.
“My harem girl.”
"Yours!” she agreed. “Rex!" his name was a moan as she thrashed her head. Her grip was tight against the rail for fear that if she let go she'd fall; not that Rex would let her. It only added to her excitement of the encounter. She was completely at his mercy. "Kiss me... please ki-."
His lips brushed along the line of silica beads where the swells of her breasts were easily visible. She hissed as his lips brushed bare flesh and her hips bucked towards his as his hand slid between them. He eased away, to her dismay, only to replace the press of his codpiece with his hand. The gauntlets of his armor were awkward and he withdrew from her on a growl, making her cry out in denial as he physically placed some distance between them, leaving her precariously balanced on the loft railing.
Their gazes locked and Rex lifted his hand to his lips, tearing the fasteners of his glove with his teeth, shaking off the gauntlet without any obvious care to its landing place. He was back then, his hand pressing to her core, his fingers sliding along her outer lips before delving straight in, the slickness of her core coating the twin digits immediately.
She felt it, felt the way his hand tensed as her muscles squeezed him, letting out a surprised gasp as he curled his fingers inwards. "Rex!" She was begging now, unashamed of the fact and a gleam of satisfaction was in his eyes; satisfaction - and intent.
His hand slid back and forth even as his lips came back to hers, the tang of blood still prominent on both the gossamer webbing between them and his lips. Frustration at the barrier made her wish she'd never worn it but that thought quickly vanished as he tilted his hand and brushed a startlingly sensitive place within her. Her lips were torn from his on a gasp, the feeling only amplified by the way his still gauntleted hand caressed her lekku between her shoulder blades.
"No one else, Ahsoka," he told her with a growl, his hand sliding free from her willing body. His gaze locked on her heavily lidded ones and, as she watched, he lifted his fingers to his lips, running his tongue along one to taste her essence.
She felt the implied caress clear to her toes, smelled the musk of her excitement and could sense his in a way she'd never before felt. His words were possessive, dangerous and, she realized somewhere in the back of her mind, not just about the clothes.
"No one."
"No one but you," she agreed breathlessly, restlessly, willing to give him anything if he’d just... just… "No one... Rex! Please. I need... I... Rex!"
His hand was back between them briefly, the sound of something impacting the floor catching her attention, before she felt something that wasn't his hand press against her. The blunt, wide girth of his erection pressed against her molten core and her hips bucked forward unintentionally, forcing him forward. The cloth of his body suit prevented penetration as she slid, grinding herself against him with a cry that was half a sob of frustration.
He groaned, his finger tips digging into her flesh and Ahsoka just about passed out from the pressure against her hypersensitive lekku, an unthinking plea bursting from her lips. The even,, deliberate thrusts of his hips as they undulated together was deliberate counterpoint to her desperation and was driving her out of her mind. The dual assault was suddenly too much, the pleasure-pain contrast so sharp she convulsed, his name a piercing shriek on her lips as her head was thrown back.
Her body writhed in the throes of orgasm, her legs locking tightly about his hips, imprisoning him against her, the rush of her pleasure soaking the front of his suit. His hips thrust against hers, his forehead tilting forward to touch her collarbone as he shuddered against her with a groan that was her name, his arms like bands of durasteel about her back as the edges of the plastoid vambrace he still wore dug into her skin.
Shuddering together, Ahsoka practically laid out over the nothingness below the loft, they panted in tandem as they fought to catch their breath. She was pliant in his arms, her fingers having dug into the railing she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to let it go again. She wasn't sure she wanted to. Lying there, with Rex against her, she could feel his heart racing against hers and relished it.
He'd wanted her; still wanted her. It was all she'd hoped and more. A niggling thought wormed its way into the back of her mind. More... but less; he had restrained himself - why? She'd been willing.
More than willing...
The thoughts disappeared as Rex stirred, recovering first and drawing her with him as he straightened, Ahsoka regarded him with dazed eyes. Their bodies were still aligned, still tightly held together by the strength of her thighs about his hips. Rex pried her hands free from the rail before taking her weight and her arms slid belatedly about his neck as he staggered the first couple of steps before sinking into a nearby chair. It forced her legs to shift and he hissed, echoing her gasp, as the friction rubbed them together once more.
Then, to her very real surprise, he removed his hands and lifted them to her face, removing the veil she'd forgotten she was wearing. He searched her features for something and, unable to help herself, she smiled shyly. Despite the fact they'd not completed the act, she was still dizzy and reeling.
"Wow."
His answering frown wasn't what she was expecting. "Was that your goal, Ahsoka?"
The soft, even question killed her smile. "My... goal?"
"To be anonymous," he lifted the veil for her to see. "To be a fantasy? My fantasy?"
She sucked in a sharp breath; neither thought had really occurred to her. "No," she told him truthfully, making to move away only to be restrained once more by his implacable grip. Not yet recovered, she could do little more than attempt to shrug off his hold - unsuccessfully. "I only... I... I didn't..."
To her surprise, Rex leaned in and smothered her answer with his lips, his kiss a deliberate, forceful assault that left her reeling and lightheaded; which was saying something after the mind blowing orgasm and his still hard cock nestled just shy of true intimacy at the vanguard to her still weeping core.
When he pulled back, he surprised her again. "I'm glad you did."
"Why?"
"I never would have touched you otherwise," he admitted evenly, his hands running up and down her arms, his thumbs brushing against the sweep of her lekku and the curves of her breasts. They framed her waist, dipped into the hollows and curves, making her shudder again. His expression hardened. "But you're not wearing this for Anakin or anyone else."
"But what-," she shivered, making to lean forward and drawing a gasp from them both. Still sensitized and practically joined, her body was recovering for another round; for the round she now craved. She wanted more of him; all of him. "Rex, I-"
He abruptly separated them with a strangled groan, pushing her backwards on his lap to mid-thigh, Ahsoka making a guttural sound of protest and reaching for him only to be foiled once more as his hands covered hers. He drew them downwards, sliding across the curve of his breastplate and down, lower, until she met the soaked material of his body suit and the implacable hardness underneath. He pressed her hands against him and her fingers curled about the ridge curiously.
She'd never seen, never felt a man like this and she thrilled to know he was in this state because of her.
He kept her hands pressed against him for a long moment before removing them, lifting them back to his chest. "If I had to restrain myself," he met her gaze, his intense as if daring her to contradict him, "and failed, any male of any species that's capable of the act will no doubt be put to the test as well. I'm not putting you in that kind of danger, Ahsoka. I won't. I can't. We'll find you something else."
"Something else?"
His lips quirked into the sexy half smile that always drew her crazy. "Something less... provocative."
"I like provoking you."
He chuckled, reaching up to cup her face with the hand that was bare and gently caressing her cheek before using his finger tips to trace the line of her lekku and down towards her breast. "I noticed."
"I didn't hurt you did I?"
His look was inquisitive and she gently reached out to touch his cut lip; a cut she hadn't noticed or remembered until it split with his half smile and glistened in the light.
"No," he informed her softly. "You didn't hurt me."
"Rex-"
He shook his head and pressed her backwards, putting her back on her feet even as he regained his. His hands never left hers, but he seemed to deliberately put some distance between them. He reached down, adjusting her belt and hiding her from view once more; something she’d given no thought to. "But you are hurting, Ahsoka." he told her evenly, almost remorsefully. "I shouldn't have taken advantage."
"I'm not-"
He bent down, silencing her with a look that was both promise and threat and her breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat kicking back into high gear. "Your people are missing; you can't tell me that's not weighing heavily on your mind."
She frowned; of course she couldn't.
"When this is all over and your people found, if you want to celebrate with me-"
Her heart leapt. "A private celebration?"
"Of course; somewhere we can finish what we started here." He glanced downwards, his lips kicking back into his half smile. "But I have a request."
"What's that?"
He reached down to tap one finger against the silica beads that still circled her neck to keep the top in place. "You wear this for me so I can enjoy taking it off with my teeth."
She didn't even consider saying no.
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