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Reprieve	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 9467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Reprieve
Author: Jade_Max
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex
Era: TCW – Post Order 66
Summary: When Rex saves her from execution, things take an unexpected turn
Notes: I blame this entirely on a friend of mine who planted the seeds for this bunny with an idle question. Thanks to a special group of ladies [you know who you are] for your help with the "how" of the ending; you were invaluable!
Reprieve
The acrid smell of blaster fire lingered in the air as the Twilight catapulted away from the outpost where, just moments before, Ahsoka has been fired upon by her own troops. Only a timely intervention by Captain Rex, her closest and oldest friend - the man who’d always had her back - had saved her from the fate the troopers had planned for her.
The Togrutan equivalent of adrenaline raced through her system, making her heart race and her blood sing as Rex programmed the hyperdrive, her instincts urging her to throw the ship around and to the left before he reached out to grasp the levers and the ship shot into hyperspace.
The sudden silence was deafening, her heartbeat pounding at her temples, echoing through her montrals like a drum beat echoing a word; a feeling… a sentiment.
Safe.
Their eyes locked as Rex turned from the copilot controls, his helmet having been lost when he’d tackled her into the ship, drawing her down and away from the surprise barrage of fire from the rest of the men on deck. The suddenness of the assault had given his men pause and it had been enough time for them to seal the hatch and make good their escape.
Ahsoka turned her seat to face his, searching his stoic, almost hard, expression, reeling from an echo in the Force she didn’t yet comprehend. She swallowed hard, a sensation in her belly tightening as their gaze didn’t break, her senses suddenly attuned to everything.
To their heavy breathing, the slight hitch that occurred from time to time; the pounding of Rex’s pulse at the base of his neck; the smell of sweat and body musk permeating the cockpit. To the line of sweat that trailed down Rex’s face and her chest heaved as her gaze was drawn to it, to the way it trailed almost tauntingly down his cheek and down his neck into the top of his armor.
The urge to taste him, to capture that droplet with her tongue blindsided her and she was half out of her chair before she realized what she was doing.
The tension was too much and she strove to break it. With a hard swallow she fought down the urge, still sitting forward, towards him, and struggled to banish the memory of his masterful, powerful rescue; he’d rescued her plenty before but this time was different somehow.
“Rex-”
She got no further as Rex practically launched himself from his chair with a deliberate move, one hand closing about her shoulder to pin her in place as his lips slammed down on hers, driving her back into her seat. His mouth was rough, angled to cover hers with a precision and thoroughness that left her reeling and had nothing to do with the situation they’d just barely escaped.
Rex’s hand shifted, cupping her neck, their only connection the rough brush of his lips as they slid across hers, pressing down, urging her to yield. Hers parted, opening under his as the concern, terror and desperation behind his actions crashed over her like waves.
Her tongue boldly met his as she belatedly reached up to slide one hand around his neck, shifting forward in her seat, angling her head to be directly under his. She pressed closer, her other hand going almost unconsciously to the clips on his pauldron – which fell promptly to the floor, forgotten, to be followed by his shoulder plates.
Rex’s other arm snaked down, wrapping about her waist and drew her upwards, flush against the hard press of his armor, his lips never leaving hers as his fingers dug into the sensitive skin where her montrals and lekku met her head. She gasped into his mouth at the sensation, clinging to him, her fingers digging in and around the edges of his armor.
His tongue swept into her mouth, almost frantic in its possession, sliding across and past the sharp edges of her teeth, to continue tangling with her own. There was so much emotion in his kiss, an anxiety she’d never felt from him.
The feel of his gloved fingers pressing against bare skin snapped her mouth from his, his name a gasp on her lips. That freedom of speech didn’t last as he took the opportunity to unclasp her dress. The top, already barely decent thanks to a line of blaster fire that had scored her shoulder and torn it free, fell with little urging, leaving her bare to his gaze.
Rex growled in the back of his throat, his lips coming back to hers as he pushed the garment free. Ahsoka clung to him, her fingers working the ties and buckles of his armor, the pieces hitting the deck haphazardly as Rex broke the kiss again, his lips trailing down the side of her neck.
Growling, Ahsoka gave him a push, knocking him back and into his chair, dressed only in her boots and the small clothes about her hips. Rex stumbled, his grip on her never faltering as he hit the copilot seat with a jarring thud that was enough to drive them apart.
Her blood racing, her skin feeling like it was a fire, Ahsoka stepped in and straddled him, reaching down to divest him of the rest of his armor; of the most important pieces. His desperation had become hers, a need to affirm that she was alive; a need the feel in the aftermath of the trooper’s betrayal.
The instincts to mate, to share, to claim drove her with every touch, every kiss, Rex’s hands now free to explore the curves of her body. They raced across her skin, black leather against sienna silk, catching, igniting, driving her higher as she leaned into his touch.
His palms weighed her breasts, thumbs sliding across her nipples before his head lowered to replace them, forcefully leaning her back across his lap even as she rid him of his codpiece and greaves. As his lips feasted at one breast, the fingers of one hand toyed with the other while his unoccupied hand slid behind her back to grasp her lekku firmly, running his leather clad fist over it as if he were stroking himself.
And made the crude comparison with his lips against her skin.
The image was powerful, evocative, and combined with the sensation of leather on sensitive nerves, set her aflame and drove her beyond rational thought. Instinct overtook her as Ahsoka forcefully pushed Rex back into the chair, slanting her lips over his as her nipple popped free and he was forced to straighten. Her pelvis ground against his, a mimicry of what was to come; a promise and a threat – a salvation to the inferno that was threatening to consume them both.
Her hands dug into the waistband of his bodyglove, pulling it down to free the very essence of him to her touch. Unhesitatingly, driven by a need she couldn’t understand but was powerless to control, her fingers closed about him. Mimicking the hard, deliberately long strokes of his hand on her lekku, she grasped him firmly and explored.
Rex stiffened under her hands, the hand at her breast disappearing, leaving the full, heavy globes feeling bereft until his hand touched hers where she touched him. It brushed by as he cupped her deliberately through her small clothes. She pressed into that touch, growling into his mouth, nipping at him in her excitement.
He pushed aside the scrap of cloth, his fingers finding her wet and willing before driving two of them straight upwards into the core of her body. She arched, pressing down into the invading digits with a cry, releasing his shaft as she did, lest she do him damage.
Rex’s fingers withdrew almost immediately, the feel of her small clothes tugging at her accompanied by a tearing sound and then freedom as she felt him, flesh to flesh, for the first time. Angled as she was, Rex gripped her hips in both hands, his fingertips digging into the soft, firm flesh hard enough to bruise as he drew her forward.
The head of his erection penetrated her with such an agonizing slowness, she tried to shift, to press him faster, but Rex’s grip was implacable. Back and forth, he drew her forward, impaling and releasing her with deliberate intent on his engorged cock. Controlling her, claiming her in a way no one ever had before.
Too slow for her liking, for what she needed, Ahsoka firmly planted her feet as she grasped his shoulders, driving her hips towards his with a forceful jerk. He’d been in halfway; her actions drove him all the way into her wet, willing body, seating him so deeply she cried out, gasping his name as her head lifted from his.
Their eyes locked, the passionate desperation she could see in the depths of his, the blatant desire for her, the need for this, she could feel echo at her deepest point. Taking control, she dug her fingers into his shoulders and followed the dictates of her body, lifting her hips to slide him free only to fully take him within her once more.
“Again.”
His growled demand drove her faster, her hips rising and falling with his as his hands helped her set a driving, reckless rhythm that threatened to topple them both almost immediately.
Sweat plastered his bodyglove to him, glistening and beading on Rex’s face, anointing their lips with a salty tang as Ahsoka drove their mating to a fevered pitch. Her hips rose and lowered, driving every inch of him within her time and time again, the feel of every ridge, every vein, every curve of his silken durasteel invasion penetrating her with such ease, such deliberation, heightening the pitch and tone to beyond bearable.
Her body coiled about his, tightening, the velvet, silken embrace of her innermost core grasping his invading shaft like a vice.
Rex’s hand tightened unconsciously on one hip, the other gripping the tip of one lekku with an uncoordinated pinch.
Their lips parted as Ahsoka tossed her head back with a keen, her body clamping down around his with such force it drove Rex to the brink of control and beyond, her name a gasp on his lips as his grip on her tightened, his finger tips driving with bruising force into her hips as his bucked forward with a sudden surge.
The explosive nature of the near mutual orgasm was enough to drive all sensation from her body, catapulting her with a myriad of colorful explosions behind her eyes into a pleasure sphere she’d never before experienced.
Ahsoka reeled from the sheer relief that had accompanied the pleasure – from both Rex and within herself. She’d never felt more alive than she had in these moments in Rex’s arms and, after the sheer terror of the station, it had been exactly what she’d, unknowingly, needed.
She’d just never expected to find it with Rex.
She came back to her senses to find herself enfolded in Rex’s arms, her head on his shoulder, and his on hers with his lips on the side of her neck, their bodies still intimately joined and trembling together.
His hands were splayed across her back, still encased in their leather gauntlets, the edges of his vambraces digging into her skin, with one low, at the base of her spin, holding her hips tightly to his. The other was high, near the base of her neck and under her highly sensitized lekku and she shivered as his fingers moved, brushing against it.
They were silent, their breathing still heavy as her sensitized nipples brushed against his bodysuit and it was only then that Ahsoka realized she was dressed in little more than her boots while Rex was almost completely fully clothed – minus his armor.
She laughed softly and his hands flexed on her, a sign she wasn’t to move even as he strove to keep her still.
“Sorry,” she murmured, able to feel every silken inch of him still locked within her body.
“Something funny?”
She lifted her head to meet his gaze, the wariness within his bole colored orbs driving the faint smile from her lips. He looked guarded, uncertain and, truth be told, a little put off. A little hurt?
Lifting one hand, Ahsoka cupped the side of his face. She couldn’t move free of him yet; her body’s natural responses to such a frantic, satisfyingly acceptable mate, and locked together as they were, she felt connected to him in ways she’d never been before.
Not just physically.
It was a revelation to realize she had no desire to move. “I was just thinking,” she admitted shyly, running her thumb across his cheek bone, “that you’re wearing a lot of clothes.”
He blinked, obviously not having expected her answer, and then glanced down as if to verify her statement. Sienna colored flesh merged with the darker tanned of his, her thighs still around his hips – the only part of him that was truly naked compared to the near complete nudity of hers.
Lifting his head, she saw her own amusement reflected in his eyes. “But not too many.”
They shared a grin and a brief laugh that ended with a groan and a moan from each of them. Rex tilted his head forward to touch his forehead to hers, looking straight into her azure irises.
“Am I supposed to regret this?”
“Am I?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted softly. “I wasn’t your first choice.”
“I needed you,” she admonished, searching his gaze. “And you were here.”
“Any time; for anything you need,” he agreed, his lips tilting wryly as his hips gently nudged hers where they hadn’t yet separated. “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind though.”
Pulling her head back, Ahsoka shared his smile. “Me either.”
An acknowledgement that they’d never really considered this scenario; never considered one another as they were now. Intimates that were now intimate; somehow, Ahsoka realized, it didn’t feel wrong. She sought for, and achieved a teasing smile. “We always were better together.”
He chuckled only to have it cut off on a gasp as her body flexed again around his. “We are.”
“And this was no different.”
“We don’t exactly have anything for comparison.”
“Does it matter?” She searched his gaze, her own serious. “It didn’t… didn’t feel wrong.”
Rex cupped her face in both his hands, brushing his thumbs across her cheeks. “No,” he agreed. “It didn’t.”
They were silent for long moments before the weight of the whole situation began to sink in. They were alone, fugitives, traitors according to the troops she’d left behind. That left them with no one but each other… had it been no more than mutual need that had driven them together, a need that would eventually tear them apart?
“Did this happen because we’re alone, Rex?”
He considered her question and finally shook his head. Once. “No.” his lips kicked into a sexy little half smile. “But it didn’t hurt.”
“No,” she agreed softly. “It didn’t. What are we going to-”
As the words left her lips, Rex leaned forward to kiss them away. This kiss was different; soft, hesitant but deliberate in its intent. There was a reassurance in his kiss that hadn’t been there in the heat of their passions. “Don’t dwell,” he admonished roughly. “We’ll think of something and get through this - together.”
“And this?” she shifted her hips, feeling the muscles within her finally beginning to relax fraction by fraction in preparation for releasing him from her intimate embrace. It was easier to think about the immediate, physical nature of their suddenly shifted relationship than the complex mire that awaited beyond the ship’s walls.
“We’ll figure it out,” he assured her. “I’ve got your back if you’ve got mine.”
She nodded, affirming the commitment before a mischievous grin appeared on her lips. “I think it’s more fun if you have mine.”
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