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Inspecting the Troops	By : Snootiegirl Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 30728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Inspecting the Troops
Author: snootiegirl (snootiegirl99 on FFN)
Summary: Ahsoka decides to inspect the troops. PWP Rexoka
A/N: Probably not my best work, but I wanted to attempt a PWP and let Ahsoka be more sexually aggressive than she usually is. Just assume she's at least 18.

Ahsoka entered the training room where two dozen troopers were exercising, lifting weights, and sparring on the mats. She took a command stance with her hands on her hips and surveyed the group. Her men--the 501st. She was proud and humbled to serve with them.
Stepping forward, she caught her Captain's eye. With a nod of her chin, he understood she needed the men's attention.
"Atten-shun!" His voice rang out over the cacophony of voices. Immediately, all of the soldiers snapped to, a few even running out of the showers in various states of dress and undress.
"At ease," Ahsoka ordered. "Orders just came in for troop inspections. While the General is off-ship, I will be handling them myself. This round will concentrate on weapons handling, situational awareness, and armor deployment. Captain Rex will put together a schedule. I'll see you in pairs beginning tomorrow 0700. That is all." She dismissed them and waited for Rex to find her for his specific role in this endeavor.
"Commander," he greeted her.
"Rex, I'll have you assist me with the inspections. We've an odd number, and that means you'll be without a partner for your inspection. You can go last," she concluded.
"Yes, sir," the Clone Captain assented. "I'll have a schedule to you within the hour."
"Thanks, Rex. That is all, " Ahsoka said and turned on her heel. She strode out of the room, head held high, Commander of the best troops in the GAR.

The next morning, precisely at 0700, ARC troopers Echo and Fives reported to the small training room reserved for the inspections. Fives grumbled at being forced to go through inspection first thing in the morning. As Clones went, he wasn't much of a morning person.
Echo did his best to smooth his brother's complaints. "Look at it this way, Fives, we'll be done and out of here and have the rest of the day to sweat the other guys." He knew his brother well. A large smile appeared on Fives' face.
"Yeah, we can really wind them up over their 'inspection,' can't we?" he said with mischief in his honey brown eyes. Echo rolled his eyes even though it was mission accomplished in getting Fives out of his sulk.
"Troopers," the Captain greeted the pair.
"Hey, guys," Ahsoka used a more informal welcome. "Ok, let's get this moving." She was less than enthusiastic about the exercise.
Each pair came in at their appointed time and passed the inspection with flying colors as Captain Rex had expected. The whole thing took most of the day, not stopping for lunch but eating as they continued working. By the time 2000 rolled around, both he and Ahsoka were looking fatigued.
"Perhaps my inspection could wait until the morning, Commander," Rex suggested as the last pair walked out of the room. Ahsoka's head snapped up, and she looked momentarily spooked.
Trying to cover up her reaction, she looked back down at the datapad she was holding and said, "No, no, Captain. It's fine. I can perform one little inspection on my own. Maybe I will sit down for this one though." She pulled a plastoid chair up in front of the marked off inspection area and plopped down, spreading her legs slightly and leaning forward with her hands onto her knees. Rex swallowed hard as his eyes landed on her breasts that were being slightly presented by the positioning of her arms. Raising her eyes slowly to his, she asked him, "Are you ready?"
Plopping his bucket on his head, he replied, "Yes, sir!" and stood at attention, trying to drown his distraction and observation of her body.
"Ok, Rex, it says in my instructions that the Caption inspection has to be a little more . . . rigorous." Her smile sent a shiver through him.
Ahsoka had her own kind of inspection planned for her Captain. Looking up, she rubbed her eyes and said, "I am feeling a little tired. Do you mind if I dim the lights a little? My eyes are starting to burn a bit." She blinked her wide eyes in innocence.
"Not at all, sir," was the Captain's reply. That was odd, he thought.
Ahsoka lifted a hand and the lights dimmed. Rex's eyes widened fractionally to watch her use the Force in this manner. He was impressed despite himself. He tried not to ogle the things the Jedi could manage through the Force most of the time, but her effortlessness was somehow pleasing.
"Ok, Captain. That's better. Let's begin. First, we'll see how you handle your weapon," she put a slight emphasis on the last word that had Rex cocking his head to the side a little. He drew both deecee's and aimed at the targets. His aim was flawless, and he handled his weapons with both care and skill. Ahsoka made notes on her datapad.
"Now, just one, Captain," she instructed. "Just in case you lost one or lost use of one hand, carrying someone who was injured."
Rex adjusted his stance and placed one hand behind his back. His aim was just as good.
"Hmm," Ahsoka said and tapped her forefinger on her lips. "But if you were carrying someone over a shoulder, it would throw your weight off." She stood and smoothed her skirt. "I know I'm not as heavy as another trooper, but you'll just have to imagine," she said, smiling again. She's smiling at me a lot, thought Rex.
She stood in front of him and offered an arm. He hefted her up over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, wearing her like a stole around his neck. She barely registered on top of the weight of his armor. He clasped the arm and her ankle in one hand and raised his deecee with the other.
This time he fired probably a little longer than was strictly necessary, but he enjoyed the feel of her curled around him. He could smell her skin through the air filters of his helmet, spicy like cinnamon, but cool like peppermint. He only realized he had a tight grip on her wrist and ankle when she started to squirm and protest. He had begun to daydream about carrying her somewhere other than this empty training room that smelled like the bodies of his brothers.
After Ahsoka was placed back onto her feet, she walked to her waiting datapad and said, "Well done, Captain. You perform well under pressure. And adapt to circumstances with little compromise of your skills. I'm also going to note that you've got a good grip on your weapon," she remarked. Rex frowned just a little at the unconventional assessment.
But he had finished the requisite drills, so they moved on to situational awareness. This exercise was even more interactive. Rex had handled this part with the other troopers; but with just the two of them, Ahsoka stood up and placed her datapad back onto the vacated chair once again.
"I won't use the Force, Rex, but I'm not going to hold back otherwise," she informed him, taking a ready defensive stance. Rex just nodded. She leapt at him, grabbing his ankles and taking the big man down in seconds. She stood over him in triumph.
"You getting old or something?" she asked him with a small smile as she helped him to his feet. But he surprised her by pulling her toward him and locking her arms behind her. She grunted with surprise. He only held her for seconds--just to make his point--but as soon as he released her, the tables were turned again.
This time she put her hands on the floor, flipped up and grabbed his neck with her thighs. She used her momentum to bring him down onto a shoulder, rolling him to his back, and then straddling his neck on the floor. "Never let your guard down, Captain," she warned him breathily.
"Yes, sir," he replied, glad of his helmet to hide the surprising flush on his face.
She stood up and let him sit. "That's enough of that," she pronounced. "I'm going to make a note that sometimes your situational awareness can be a tad . . . thrown?" She stalked around him like a predator. "You were . . . distracted? What exactly prompted you to let me go, Captain?"
Rex looked up at Ahsoka not quite sure what she was inspecting now. He sat with his arms draped across his knees. "Just what you said, Commander. Distracted." His voice held a little steel in it. He did not like being made fun of. What was Ahsoka playing at here?
"Next on my list of inspections is armor deployment," Ahsoka informed him. She looked at Rex with a flat expression, but her eyes were dancing.
Rex slowly rose to his feet. "Yes, sir," he said again, now his voice was covered in ice but strangely heated at the same time. "What is an 'armor deployment' inspection, Commander? I wasn't aware of that inspection with any of the other men." He narrowed his eyes even though he knew she could not see them through his dark visor.
Ahsoka stood with her back to him. A secret smile crept across her full lips. She crossed her arms across her chest and turned back to face the Captain. "It's for command officers only," she explained. Then she began a slinky walk toward him, looking down at her feet and then up at him through her eyelashes. "Remove your helmet, Captain," she ordered.
Rex unsnapped the airlock on his helmet and eased it off to look Ahsoka directly in the eye. She held out her hand for his bucket. He handed it over with no more words, just the hard look in his eyes. She placed his helmet on her chair, over the datapad. She had not picked up the device to make any notes at all. Rex noted it absently as his mind worked over the problem in front of him.
"Now the gauntlets," she pointed. "I am timing you, Captain." She continued to stalk around him as he removed his arm protection. He threw the gauntlets to the floor instead of handing them to her, his little act of defiance to this unorthodox 'inspection.'
Piece by piece, his armor was removed and made a tidy little pile on the ground--paldrons, kama, and plates. Finally, he stood rigidly at attention in nothing but his body stocking.
"Why," he growled, "does HQ need to know about removal of armor?" He began to spin scenarios in his head about the speed at which his brothers might need to be unarmored. None of them were happy scenarios--chemical, biological, psychological warfare--and the effects on an armored body. He didn't like the thought of any of them.
"Well," Ahsoka said in a low voice from her position behind him, "This isn't exactly an inspection for the army." She punctuated this announcement with a finger to Rex's back. She dragged the finger down along the lines of muscle over the back of his ribcage, her heart speeding up. "I'm inspecting for myself." She planted her feet in front of Rex, rising to her full height which was still less than his. She smiled into his puzzled expression.
"Ah," Rex breathed. Now his heart sped up to join hers as he recognized this dance.
"Now the body suit," she prompted.
Rex complied with military precision. The top was up and over his head in split seconds. But he paused at the leggings. Looking Ahsoka square in the eye, he said, "I could use a hand--or two--Commander." His voice was gravelly in his throat. His eyes darkened and raked down Ahsoka's form. All of his earlier anger had evaporated as he became a willing participant in her play.
Ahsoka's breath caught in her throat at his voice and words. Pursing her lips, she leaned dangerously close to him and hooked her slender thumbs into the waistline of his pants. Excruciatingly slowly, she began easing the stretchy material down. After a mere fraction of centimeters, Rex's large hands covered hers and squeezed. Then he shucked the material down to his ankles and kicked it off precisely.
Rex took a half step back and crossed his arms. With an impassive look, he took in Ahsoka's slight surprise. "You wanted to inspect the troops, Commander. So inspect me," he goaded her, and snapped to attention.
Recovering her composure and sparkle, she clasped her hands at the small of her back and began circling her Captain. He stood rigidly at attention, demonstrating the controlled power that lay within his musculature. He could kill a person in a hundred different ways before that person could utter a whisper. But Ahsoka also knew the kindness and caring of his large hands and strong arms. He had held her in her darkest moments when she needed a friend.
But now was not the time for friendship. Now she was on the prowl. She had decided she was tired of waiting for things to progress naturally between them. She was done waiting for the stalwart Captain to make his move. She was pretty well convinced that he would not violate the chain of command for his own personal pleasure. Ahsoka's personal pleasure would command him instead.
She reached a cool hand out to lightly touch the warm skin on his buttocks. They were high and taut from hundreds of thousands of squat exercises. He knew how to fine-tune his body, but Ahsoka was looking forward to the two of them discovering new music together. Before removing her hand completely, she cupped the soft roundness. A soft hiss escaped Rex's throat.
Stepping closer to his exposed backside, Ahsoka used her lekku to brush along his lower back. Their shivers mirrored each other as she slithered down his warm skin. The pimpling of his skin intrigued her as her physiology had no such response. She ran her fingers across the little mounds and was rewarded with another shiver from her Captain.
So far, Rex had let her set the pace. And she was happy with that. "At ease," she breathed onto his back. He carefully spread his legs and reached back to grasp around her waist instead of at the small of his back. His calloused fingers brushed across her smooth skin and elicited small mewls from the back of her throat. Her arms crept up his sides and around his abdomen as she hugged her body close to his. She luxuriated in the maleness of his smell as she tickled his spine with her nose.
"Rex," she sighed his name. He released her waist, and turned in her arms to face her.
"Let's find somewhere more private," he suggested. Ahsoka nodded her assent and tried to keep from panting her desire. Rex quickly donned his body suit and scooped up his armor. Without any words, they agreed that Ahsoka's room was their destination for any number of reasons beginning with distance from the barracks and ending with the attached 'fresher.

Without any preamble, Rex reached for her. She wasn't sure at first what his intentions were. He seemed possessed. He spun her around and pinned her to the wall, glaring at her with an intensity she had only seen on the field of battle before. She couldn't help smirking at him to relieve a little of her nervous energy.
All impishness turned into a different channel as his mouth covered hers like she had wanted and hoped for. Her predatory mate was claiming her in a way she submitted to completely. She could taste his need, his desire, his lust for her in her own mouth. His tongue battered her, and she welcomed it. Welcomed the release of pent-up emotions as she veritably exhaled any leftover apprehension and doubt into him. He swallowed it immediately.
Ahsoka couldn't help the gasp that escaped her as he pressed into her body, but the noises she heard coming from her own throat cancelled out all thought but Rex. Her Captain. Her friend. Her confidant. Her mate. He would be her everything after this act--and the many repetitions of it in the future.
No words were exchanged as they took from each other what they wanted, what they had been seething for the past few months. The slow boil was over the edge now. She had never before felt the charge that his touch gave her. Even his gaze made her tingle as if some electricity shot between them if they got too close.
Ahsoka smiled to herself as she remember how much she had teased this poor man with her 'inspection'. Some of it couldn't be helped, she rationalized. I needed to make the first move because I knew Rex would be able to come up with one thousand and one reasons why he shouldn't 'take advantage' of her. But she wanted him with a fire that burned her usually cool skin. To hell with protocol and regulations.
But Ahsoka liked having this power over Rex. She liked feeling like a fully mature woman who had the sexual appeal to control him. She felt strong and powerful in a completely different way than she ever had before. This wasn't the Force. This wasn't her prowess with a lightsaber. This wasn't even her rank in the GAR. This was only her and her body, exerting control over those around her. It was a realization that every woman could make in her lifetime--though not all did.
She knew that a Jedi should not feel such things. A Jedi knows peace. A Jedi helps the weak and does not seek power for its own sake or for her own. Oh well, she thought. Jedi aren't supposed to wage war either. Awfully convenient how that part of the Code has been ignored.
She let Rex take the lead in their lovemaking now, but she knew that she was the one who had brought this all to fruition. She had long ago admitted to herself that she was deeply attached to Rex. She loved him. She wanted him in her life. He made her happy, and she thought she made him the same.
Judging from the sounds he was making, the insistence of his hips as they ground into her, and the sinful things his lips and tongue were doing all over her body, she had to imagine that he was pretty happy now.
Rex finally got to perform his own inspection of his Commander now that they were alone. He tore her top from her body and slid her skirt down off of her hips. One little shimmy of her slim hips, and the skirt hit the floor without any resistance.
She leapt up and encircled his waist with her strong thighs. She rubbed and moaned and tilted and squeezed. When his lips met hers again, they spent some time exploring each other's mouths. It was rough and owning, but at the same time, Ahsoka wouldn't have had it any other way. She wanted Rex to take her, not ask permission, not hide behind regulations. She was a willing participant.
He wrenched away from her and raked her montral to toe with his ravenous gaze. She didn't shrink from his appraisal. How could she? Her newfound female power said that her body was exactly what he wanted. He just needed to appreciate it with all of his senses--eyesight was taking its fill now.
"Do I pass inspection, Captain?" she teased him.
Her lips started to form a little flirty smirk when he grabbed her and smashed their mouths together once again. Now that she wasn't pinned to the wall, she was able to exert just a little of her will over their position. She started to move toward her bed, and Rex followed willingly.
Her hands fell to the hem of his shirt and began pulling it up to expose his olive skin to her touch. He wasn't the only one who wanted to see everything. Their lips only parted so that he could quickly slip it over his head, and then they were joined again, this time chest to chest with hot skin and sweat co-mingling.
Sinking onto the side of the bed, Ahsoka hooked her fingers into the waistband of Rex's pants again. This time, she quickly urged them down over his hips and freed his now throbbing erection. Her hands slid back up his corded thighs to brush lightly through his hair. Hair fascinated Ahsoka--but none so much as Rex's curly bunches roughy catching on her fingertips. She looked up into his eyes.
He was watching her with arousal and not a little bit of amusement. She stuck out her tongue at him, and without removing her eyes from his, bent forward and licked a line from his pubic hair to his navel. He was the one to break the eye contact and throw his head back with a groan. Placing a little kiss on his stomach, she turned her attention back to his cock.
Her hands grasped the root and squeezed gently. Then she roughly drug both hands upward to the tip. His pre-cum already pooling and running down his foreskin, Ahsoka made little circles with her thumb. Then she leaned in and tentatively tasted him. He knees buckled, and he sat down hard on the bed next to her. She shifted to the floor on her knees and snuggled up between his legs.
Without removing her grip on him, she kissed the insides of his thighs on her way back to her destination. This time, she opened her mouth and rubbed her full lips around the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum over them both. Mindful of her sharp, predatory teeth, she wrapped her more than adequate lips over them and slid down onto his length.
Rex had never felt the heat engulfing him before. He was inexperienced as most of the Clones were. He knew that some brothers preferred each other, and that was fine with him as long as it didn't interfere with their duty. But he had always had a thing for the curves of females. And Ahsoka had curves in spades. As she worked his cock, his hand came up to nestle under her backtail and on her neck. She was working up a sweat.
He didn't pull on her but let her set the pace since he didn't want to hurt her (or himself on those teeth) in any way. He felt sensation starting to circle and pool in his groin. He wondered if she knew that he was getting close to coming in her mouth. "Ahsoka," he ground out. "I'm going to--uhhh."
She paused only for a second to reassure him. "It's ok, Rex. I want you to." Then she was back working him as he had never imagined. The sight of her beautiful and sassy mouth on his manhood was an image he would hold to his dying day. In the pit of hell that was battle, he would always have the memory of this beautiful woman pleasuring him.
With a gasp and groan, Rex gave over to his release. The muscle spasms that traveled the length of his body took over for endless seconds. Ahsoka swallowed and continued to stroke him until he began to soften. Then she released him carefully and placed a sweet kiss on his tip. He shivered at even that slight touch.
He collapsed back onto the bed with his feet still on the floor. She climbed up over him and snuggled up into his right side. He opened his eyes to look into hers. She smiled a warm smile at him and asked, "Okay?"
He responded with a deep kiss. Recovering faster from his climax by amping up his arousal again, he began to explore her montrals and lekku. Ahsoka realized that her own touch on those appendages was nothing compared to that of a lover. Her skin was on fire everywhere he touched, kissed, nipped, and she couldn't help the sound that began issuing from her throat. Hisses, gasps, growls. Rex seemed to like the growls best.
Rex rolled over to cover her small body completely with his own, still supporting his weight to avoid crushing her. Ahsoka could feel his thigh snug up between her own legs. She wriggled against it to create delicious friction for her clitoris. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself begin to wet his skin with her own juices. When she opened her eyes to check his reaction, she saw a smoky fire in his honey-colored eyes. Those eyes owned her in that moment.
He moved to her breasts and stimulated with both tongue and voice box. His groans against her skin sent shots of pleasure up and down her spine and directly to her groin. She was starting to lose any semblance of rational thought. He was just so talented, and she was just so enslaved to him.
As he moved even farther down her body, she regained some composure and felt her power returning. She would own her own pleasure as much as his, despite his seeming control of the situation.
When his hand slipped between her legs to brush against her lips, she allowed herself to focus on just his fingers. The comfort she felt as he cupped her was replaced by excitement and fiery arousal as he teased her clitoris and then slipped two slicked fingers inside. She clenched her muscles to grasp those digits which had ensured her safety so many times--and were now ensuring her bliss.
She couldn't help pronouncing his name, like a prayer, a plea, and a swear all at once.
"Rex. . ."
Finding her voice unleashed even more desire within Ahsoka. She was not willing to wait for completion. They would be joined as one. She wouldn't accept anything less, and she suspected Rex felt the same. He bit her firmly without breaking the skin, and her suspicions were confirmed. He knew what biting did to a Togruta.
His fingers moving inside of her reminded her they were joined in other ways. But she wanted more. He placed his other hand under her knee to separate her legs and allow him better, complete access. When he finally nestled his hips into hers, she knew she never wanted the sensation to end. Her sopping wet, scorching hot core mingled with his length as she marveled again at the feeling of hair against her body. Against her most intimate spaces. There was nothing between them but their own skin. He paused briefly with the head of his cock brushing against her vaginal passage. Removing his fingers, he slowly and torturously sucked her juices off of them, making a sound of satisfaction. Ahsoka shivered at the display.
As he reached forward to make sure she faced him, their eyes mirrors of dark passion and claiming lust, his hips surged forward and into her, penetrating her in a single stroke. She felt his every inch sink deeply inside her where she claimed him as much as he claimed her.
Mine! their thoughts mirrored as well.
Knowing that her species had a great deal of strength in this position, she actually sought to relax herself a little. She didn't want to hurt him. His heat, his length, his hardness overloaded her senses, and she bowed her back toward him. She felt his arms snake around her middle and heard his snarl. She loved his aggression and fed off of it.
She slowly increased the pressure she knew she could create around his cock until he shuddered in sensation. Then she backed off a little when she sensed he was ready to move within her. She was craving the internal friction too.
He pistoned into her willing body as she met him stroke for stroke. Their mingled moans and cries filled her senses. He tightened his grip on her, crushing them together the best that two humanoids could to become one. She heard her heartbeat in her head as it pumped her blood faster and faster, nearer and nearer her ultimate release.
When Rex drew her up and into his lap, she felt her sexual power surge again. The angle of his penetration was deeper and stronger in this position. She keened in surprise at the increase in pleasure, thinking she had reached her ceiling before. But this was even better.
She began begging him in little gasps, knowing her words, her voice, would be a catalyst for his pleasure as well as her own. She scratched his skin, feeling him everywhere she could, savoring the texture of him. She liked the rougher skin against hers. The impressions it elicited were beyond her imagination.
She allowed Rex the illusion of driving their lovemaking, gripping her hips and moving her up and down. But she was compliant and a willing helpmate in the action. Her orgasm caught her completely off-guard, and she was shrieking to the Togrutan deities before his kiss enveloped her and ingested the rest of her sounds.
In the throes of her orgasm, she had no control over her muscle spasms. She knew that she was squeezing his cock mercilessly, but his posture and body language told her he was not complaining. He lifted her up and came up to his knees as his orgasm ripped through him. She milked him for every drop and watched the emotions and physical sensations cross his usually stoic face.
When his eyes rolled back, she knew that he was not long for consciousness. In her reading about her species, she had come across several warnings about coupling with other--more fragile--species. The pressure her vaginal walls could generate would be enough to cause fainting from blood pressure shifts.
They fell softly to her bunk, still wrapped up in each other arms and bodies. She watched him slumber, running her hands across his scalp, his shoulders, his biceps, and all the other places she could reach but hadn't had time earlier to explore. Now she was at her leisure, luxuriating in the feel of him inside her body and out.
After several years as a soldier, the only innocence she really had left was her sexual innocence. Now she had willingly and willfully given that up as well. At least she could say that she had discovered her own sexual power within the protection and embrace of someone who respected, valued, and loved her.
And he was damn hot too. She had been inspecting that since Christophsis.
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