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The music was loud. The press of bodies on the dance floor was incessant. It always was when the 501st got a few nights of leave. You and a few friends had gone to 79’s with the intention of dancing away some worries. Instead you found yourself squashed into a booth next to your favourite stress relief.
There had always been something different about Fives to you. Not just the tattoo or the goatee. He had a cheeky playfulness about him that the other clones just didn’t. He currently had one arm slung over your shoulder, holding you against him as he spoke to Jesse. You had one hand on his arm, the other was running gently up and down his thigh hidden under the table. Your eyes wandered over to your best friend, she was whispering into Kix’s ear as a blush crept up the medic’s face. His eyes darted around the booth before he grabbed your friend’s hand and pulled her away. Fives and Jesse gave it a moment before they guffawed, knowing that Kix was going to be looking for somewhere private. You smiled to yourself. You had no such inhibitions. Your hand on Fives thigh started to make its way upwards again, but instead of stopping and retreating as it had done you sent it further up to the edge of his codpiece.
If you hadn’t been sat pressed up against him you would have missed the little jolt that ran through the ARC troopers body. It was barely noticeable. And it didn’t happen a second time when your fingers touched his cod again.
“Hey Jess, didn’t you say something about shots tonight?” you heard him ask his vod.
Jesse grumbled something about the bar being imposable to get to, but he slid out of the booth and headed towards it anyway.
“That wasn’t very nice, cyar’ika.” Fives murmured in your ear. You grinned and turned your face to him.
“Wasn’t meant to be.” you countered cheekily “It was meant to get your attention, and oh look, I’ve got it.”
Fives growled and pulled you to sit astride his lap. You couldn’t help your hands coming up to rest on his new ARC pouldrons. The upgraded armour looked good on him, and it turned you on.
“You are being a brat tonight.” he whispered as he pulled you against his chest. You leaned in and ran your nose against his then pressed your lips briefly to his.
“And what are you going to do about it?” you challenged. What you hadn’t expected was for him to grin maniacally, look you dead in the eye and utter one word.
“Nothing.”
You frowned and pulled back slightly, feeling confused. His tongue darted out to lick at his lips, a tell of his that he really wanted you.
“What do you mean…”
“I mean,” he interrupted you “that you need to learn to behave. But since I don’t seem to be able to get that into your little head, I think you need to teach yourself.”
The credit chip finally dropped and your eyes widened in excitement.
“Here?” you asked breathily.
“No time like the present.” he grinned back at you.
You surged forward and captured his lips with your own, using the momentum to swing one leg between his muscular thighs, leaving you sat on only one. His goatee tickled at your chin as your tongue swiped at his lips, begging for enterence. He granted it and as you licked into his mouth you moved your hips to grind against his plastoid covered thigh. He let out a small grunt and his hand gripped painfully at your hip. He pulled back from the kiss to look at you as you began moving back and forth on his thigh.
“That’s it cyar’ika.” he muttered, “Dance for me.”
You paused, just for a moment, to take note of the heavy bass rhythm that pounded through the speakers of the bar.
It was a good solid beat and you began to grind against Fives in undulating motions that mirrored the tempo. You heard him groan, remembering he always loved it when you did similar moves in the bedroom. His free hand ran up your back to tangle in your hair, making you glad you had left it in loose curls for the night.
“So good for me cyare.” he moaned. “So beautiful. My good girl. Dancing just for me.”
The praise went to your head and your clit, and you let out a little moan. Fives pulled your head close and pressed kisses along your jaw before nibbling at you ear.
“If you’re going to cum cyar’ika,” he whispered into your ear “then you’d best hurry up about it. Captain’s just walked in.”
Fuck. He couldn’t ignore Rex, and finding you grinding on one of the top troopers in the GAR – in public - would probably end badly. But you couldn’t just stop.
You redoubled your efforts and ground harder against Fives’ thigh, his hand at your hip squeezing more with every movement. You’d probably have little bruises in the morning. Not that you minded, you loved wearing Fives’ marks. Which was a good thing as he pulled your head slightly to one side and latched onto your neck, kissing, biting, and sucking at the tender skin there.
The music reached a crescendo the same moment you did. Fives felt you tense and shake and held you securely against his chest, his hand on your hip pulling your core towards his own, the one in your hair pulling slightly to give you the delicious pain he knew you craved.
You collapsed against Fives’ strong form, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your orgasm. He kissed your cheek tenderly and whispered praise to you.
“Such a good girl. Danced so prettily for me. Just for me.”
You finally managed to remove your forehead from against his pouldron and press a kiss to his lips.
When you broke away you saw his eyes dart to the side. Yours followed and you saw Captain Rex only a few feet away. Fives gave the Captain a friendly salute and you were surprised to see Rex roll his eyes and continue on to the next table.
Your eyes slid back to Fives who had the biggest grin on his face.
“He wasn’t coming to see you was he?” you asked.
Fives chuckled.
“Nope. He’s meeting up with Cody. But made you finish your lesson.” he raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“Well, just because I’ve finished the lesson doesn’t mean I’ve understood it.” you grinned. “Maybe I need a little private tutoring.”
You raised your own eyebrows flirtatiously. You heard Fives let out a low wanting growl, then the next moment he was pulling you out of the booth towards the door, neither of you hearing the annoyed call from Jesse who had finally returned from the bar.