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The cool glass glistened as the condensation pooled together and dripped down its side and onto the sticky table at which you were sitting. A warmth in your chest spread languidly to your limbs as you settled into your seat, exhausted from the long day. The dim bar around you was thriving with an abundance of people from the local area of Coruscant as your eyes flitted around, observing carefully who was around. There was a slight nag at the back of your mind that begged for a familiar face to show up, just so you weren’t sitting alone for a change. Usually Kix or Fives would come by and talk, but they were busy that night and couldn’t come with like they normally would.
“Sorry, we have to catch up on some reports for Rex before we can take off.” Kix had said to you when you approached him earlier that day. You had nodded and said something about being understanding, but still felt a little dejected when you head out on your own. You allowed yourself to wallow in your self pity for a little longer. Though it didn’t last long the feeling instantly dissipated the second you spotted someone from across the room, them having taken notice of you far before you took notice of him. You couldn’t help but sigh and pinch at the bridge of your nose as he made his way to come sit in the booth across from you,
“All alone, again? I thought you said you had friends.” A toothpick rolled from his lips as Crosshair plucked it with two fingers,
“Oh, they decided actual work was more important than grabbing a drink.” Picking up your drink, you swirled the liquid around inside before taking another long sip of it. You were never sure why Crosshair liked to come and sit with you from time to time, having formed a relationship over picking on each other nonstop for as long as you could remember. The first time was when you had joined the GAR, a shiny that could barely handle a blaster and Crosshair had absolutely ripped into you about being sloppy with it after you had used it once to defend yourself and a downed trooper. It had left you so irate that you couldn’t help but punch him in the jaw. Thankfully, it hadn’t escalated beyond that and afterwards Sargeant Hunter had made you apologize and patch up Crosshair though you doubted he needed any. He’s a soldier, he can handle much worse than a punch from a field medic.
Though after the fact, he had given you a tip or two to keep the blaster steady and to ensure you were aiming properly. It hadn’t exactly been kind, but it was what you had considered as a nicety from him if he even bothered providing that much for you. Other than that, he hardly spoke with you aside from the occasional dig into whatever you were doing in the moment. It was how it always has been. Eventually though, you learned that throwing insults back at him was considered acceptable, and even getting to a point where Tech would complain about the constant bantering.
“Why? I thought you didn’t care about spending time with people who are incapable.” Crosshair raised an eyebrow at that,
“There is always worse company.”
“Ah, I see. I’m the most tolerable option around.” You quipped with a slight bitter coloring to your words, still a little jaded about Kix.
Crosshair just shrugged and crossed his arms, eyes taking in your slightly disheveled appearance. Normally you wouldn’t have minded showing up after work with your hair falling from its usual style, clothes wrinkled with the day’s work. At least you weren’t showing up with blood or other fluids staining the fabric like some GAR soldiers were prone to,
“I just wanted to ensure our worst shot wasn’t so lonely.” His words dripped easily from his mouth, monotonous in tone and you weren’t sure how he intended you to take the statement. Narrowing your eyes over your glass, your lips tightened into a line,
“I’m a medic, not a hot shot sniper that bites everyone’s heads off.” At that moment, you wished you had had enough alcohol to dismiss the riling he was giving you. Unfortunately you’ve only started on your first one and it seemed it wasn’t going to be much beyond that if Crosshair decided to stick around. At your comment, he gave a slight upturn in his mouth so small you would have missed it had you not spent enough time around him to recognize when he was having fun toying with you. You could only shake your head and take another drink.
“You could use another lesson.” Crosshair bit down harder on his toothpick as he lightly set it between his teeth once more, “Wouldn’t hurt.” You recalled the memory of the last time he had attempted to give you a lesson, a suggestion made by someone else as he had said. At the time you had believed it, but given some time to learn how to read him, you learned it was absolute bullshit. His hands had lingered a little too long on your arms when he silently adjusted your posture. Gaze searing into your form when you lay in the dirt to stabilize a longer rifle that he had brought with him. “To give you some range,” he had said to you. Like you would ever need to use anything beyond a basic blaster you kept on your hip at all times.
“Perhaps.” Crosshair’s eyes bore into your own. Having you pinned under his eyes like that left your nerves fraying at the edges more and more with each second that ticked by. To try and break the heat gathering in your body, you downed the rest of the drink you had, setting the glass back down on the table only to notice his gaze working down towards your chest before making its way back up to watch as a droplet of sweat beaded down your neck. He suddenly adjusts in his seat, trading his intimidating broadness for a more intimate breadth, closing in on you as Crosshair leans forward, only leaving you to stiffen your spine, dryly swallowing.
“You seemed to do well last time.” This time, a light hand ghosted over your knee from beneath the table, the praise not a familiar utterance from him.
“I-I suppose…”
“You suppose?” Crosshair drawls out, voice low as his hand tightens around the bend of your knee. All words have left you as you focus on the feeling. Your heart sputters in your chest as if you can’t decide whether or not you should take his offer seriously, both the blatant and the unspoken. A warmth blooms across your face as his hand releases your knee and gives it a single, hard pat,
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” It took a second for your brain to catch up, Crosshair being a few steps ahead of you as he set down a few credits for you on the table for the drink. Standing, he waited as you caught on to what he was doing before quickly turning and maintaining a quick pace with you trailing behind, others in the bar parting easily to allow the two of you passage. You didn’t pay much attention as he trailed outside and towards a direction you usually didn’t take to get back home, not even really caring as your focus was drawn to that of the atypical behavior from Crosshair. There had been a vague idea of what he wanted starting to form in the back of your mind, of teeth grazing across the most intimate parts of you, drawing short puffs of breath from you beneath him. The two of you had simply danced around the obvious for so long, perhaps it was finally time someone did something about it, but what you were going to do, you hadn’t the faintest idea.
It wasn’t until the street was quieter than usual and there was no one in sight that it shook you from your inner thoughts. You glanced around to try and see if you could recognize the area only to find that you didn’t. Thankfully though, Crosshair knew where you both were going, and where the most secluded areas were located. It wasn’t like the quiet sniper to just ‘get lost’ and forget about both of your safety. In fact, it seemed the move came with intention and was heavily considered before he even got to explain his determination with you.
When you were looking over your shoulder at the way you came, Crosshair gripped your wrist tightly and pulled you a few steps into an alleyway behind a wide piece of architecture,
“Cross, what--” You were cut off by the change of handling, switching his hold to your shoulders, you stepped backwards until your back met with the cold surface of the wall behind you; Crosshair pressing himself into your space. His broad figure easily dwarfed you, mentally and physically, drawing closer and closer until he was just hovering above you, heart pounding so loud you were sure Crosshair could hear it.
Your pulse thumped even harder as you thought about the possibility of someone walking by and spotting the two of you. The threat of danger being imminent, you inhaled slowly, trying to calm your cloud of thoughts entangling easily and distracting you. Someone could look in and potentially recognize the clone. His fingers traced up your neck and to the nape, intertwining with your hair and lightly pulling on it, forcing your head back and exposing your throat to him.
“Can I..?” His hot breath ghosted over the junction of your shoulder that left your skin shivering with goosebumps. Crosshair’s slow trepidation over your body before even really touching you left you wanting even more than what he was currently giving,
“Maker, please--” It came out quiet and utterly breathless, an unanswered desire that now had the resolve to its call. A realization dawned on you as you stood there; Crosshair liked the threat. He liked the potential for being caught with you in his hands like this. Baring your neck to him, Crosshair lazily kissed the area before finding a particularly sensitive spot and bit hard, leaving a bruise in its wake. Marking you as his own. You hissed at the sensation, not expecting it to be as harsh as it was. Humming against your skin, he left hot kisses trailing up your neck, his other hand trailing down to your neckline. As Crosshair pulled away from you, he smirked before pulling down your shirt to expose your breast to him, stretching the neckline with his fingers. The swell of your breast peeked out of your shirt, nipple hardening at the sudden vulnerability.
Maker, he truly had a way of making you insatiable, always wanting more from him than he would offer. Slowly, as if afraid to break you, he palmed at your breast, rolling it under his hand as he groaned at the movement. His calloused hand was rough against your supple skin, a slight drag from the dangerous hands that often wielded harsh weapons now moving with such ease and practice in a gentility that was not initially expected from him.
“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” As his thumb ran over your nipple, you couldn’t help but gasp, puffing your chest just slightly to encourage him to touch you more than just the light ghosting. Crosshair was slow and calculated in every move, pinpointing every spot that made your pupils dilate and your back arch and filing them away for later to abuse to your wit’s end.
“You’re pretty too.” You bit at your cheek to keep yourself from smiling too much as he looked back up at you, narrowing his eyes, “A bit of a hardass, but you're nice on the eyes.” At that, Crosshair stopped his movements, assessing you silently.
“You think so?” With his thighs now pressed up against yours, you could feel the hardness pressing through his plastoid armor. Oh, so he liked that. Interesting. The man before you had always appeared as a wall of unbreakable defense, always keeping himself guarded and alert and never allowing anyone into his walls. But now, oh, but now he was forgoing his resolve for a simple pleasure that he could no longer deny himself. Crosshair wasn’t a needy man, no. However he couldn’t help himself whenever you had been around, touching himself to the thought of you in place of his hand when he was alone in the refresher. Gasping out your name when he stroked himself, struggling to keep quiet as to not give his vode ideas. You were his for the taking and he wasn’t keen on sharing. Crosshair would never admit it, but thinking about how gorgeous you looked with his rifle in hand, ass perked just for him as you settled easily on the ground in front of him had always brought him to completion much faster than anticipated.
“I know so, the prettiest one out of the bunch.” You let a knowing smirk crawl up on your face as he studied you, “I’ve been around a bit, they all pale in comparison to you.” It was true, though perhaps you hadn’t been with many other clones, you knew that they could never give you what you wanted like Crosshair did. The air between you thickened as you reached forward to grip him through his codpiece and despite it being in the way, it didn’t stop Crosshair from quietly swearing. A shudder ran through his body as he snapped back, pulling at the soft breast between his fingers before letting them meander down to your hips, pulling you by the belt loops, your hips flush with his own.
“Take it off.” It didn’t take more than a brief utterance of the demand to have you frantically pulling your pants down and shoving them just past your knees. “I don’t want you thinking about the regs--not when I’m touching you like this.” A small whimper left your mouth as Crosshair’s teeth grazed across the shell of your ear, nipping lightly just below it on your neck. Your jaw drops quickly as he kneads at your hips, becoming more harsh in the manipulation of your body. Though that was before he gave you two fingers, presenting them before your open mouth as you accepted them easily; maintaining eye contact with Crosshair as you sucked on his long fingers, humming with contentment as he pulled them out with them more wet than you had anticipated them becoming. Watching you intake him so easily and so enthusiastically had Crosshair clenching his jaw tightly, vaguely wondering what else you would put in your mouth for him.
“Good girl, so obedient for me.” You moved your lips to retort something back at him, but all that came out was a high moan as he pressed his fingers into your clit, rubbing ever so slowly and thoroughly to truly gauge how wet you already were for him. You gripped his upper arms, just below the pauldrons to steady yourself and to keep him from moving his hands away, “So needy…” His voice trails as your face contorts into that of pleasure as he toys with you. You try to roll your hips forward to get more friction to give yourself some satisfaction, but that is brought to a rather swift stop as Crosshair pushes them back into the wall, “Don’t.” The words were clipped, brief, but the only warning you needed as he slipped his fingers easily into you. The curl of them brought your back to arch against him in a breathy cry of his name, only kept quiet out of fear of being overheard. He was slow in his movements at first, taking his time to work you open.
Slotting a thigh between your own, Crosshair quickened his pace. The feeling growing within you was relentless as he managed to find the spot that left your mouth open in a silent cry, begging him to never stop. You held fast at the forearm that was making quick work of you so he wouldn’t be able to pull away as you edged closer to your final descent, though a familiar voice pulled you from the abyss. You shut your mouth with the clack of your teeth, eyes wide. Crosshair tilted his head to hear the sound while still keeping his gaze on you. It was almost as if someone had dumped cold water on you as you realized someone was close, a little too close for comfort.
“--ar too hard on us. I think Skywalker is ultimately far more experienced and would be better suited to the task--” Captain Rex? And who was he with? The question only went so far as your attention was brought back to the man before you, Crosshair withdrawing his fingers, fighting easily against your hand that held him there. Wait, no. You wanted to whine at the sudden loss, biting your tongue to keep yourself from being discovered. There was no way he was already done with you he--
“Turn around.” It was almost a whisper, almost too quiet for you to pick up, but you obeyed and turned, pressing yourself into the wall. The silence was filled with the sound of Crosshair pulling off his codpiece and opening his flight suit to gain access, freeing his cock to rub up against your ass. It had you whimpering, his hands pulling at the supple skin under his hands, almost as if he couldn’t help himself. A sharp sting on one cheek had you crying out before it was soothed over with a cool palm.
“Did you hear something?” Your face heated at the thought of Rex seeing you in such a...compromising position. Crosshair’s fingers thread firmly into your hair and tugged sharply; biting at your bottom lip to keep yourself from vocalizing more than you already had. Your chest and hands pressed into the cool ferroconcrete, drawing yourself tight as you tried to press your hips back, tempting Crosshair to do something.
That was before you felt him lining up and pressing into you easily with a roll of his hips. Your fingers curl into the hard surface before you as you struggle to keep yourself from moaning at how he filled you so well. It left you breathless, your skin igniting with his very touch. Crosshair sucks in a sharp breath when you tighten around his thick cock, gritting his teeth together at the pleasure that strikes through him. Your legs were trembling at the intrusion, pressing back into him until his hips met with the curve of your ass. It had never felt like this, never as deep or stretching you as much as Crosshair did with other regs or even with your own fingers. Thinking about not being able to satisfy yourself as well as he did left a fragment of frustration within you, your smaller digits not quite reaching the right spot that he easily rubbed against with every push of his hips into yours. Crosshair moans hoarsely into your skin as he withdraws a few inches only to forcefully push himself back into you, the pressure of you around him only causing him to fall further into his own insatiable desire. You can’t help but want more of him. Harder, deeper, any way you could have him, you wanted it.
You couldn’t help but think you were doing so well at keeping quiet, up until Crosshair decided to up the ante by rolling the pads of two fingers into your clit in slow circles,
“Cross--” What came out of you next was something you never thought would ever be made from you as Crosshair finally thrust up into you, right where it pushed the very breath out of you.
“I don’t think it was anything, let’s just meet up with Echo and grab a drink, yeah? I haven’t seen much of him lately--” Was that Commander Cody’s voice or are you just so far gone in your lust filled bliss that you misheard? It didn’t help that Crosshair bowed over your frame, leaning his head against your shoulder as he increased his pace into you. All the noise that came from him were just frantic breaths and unvoiced groans, his hips snapping into you harder than before, more frantic in their movement.
“Imagine if the Captain saw you like this, all spread out and pretty for me.” The roughness of his palm played with your exposed backside, admiring how beautiful you were all drawn out and silently begging for more, “Too bad you’re all mine and they’ll never get to see this.” You reached back to grip at his hip, to slow him down or to ask for more, you weren’t sure. But it seems that question was answered for you as you heard the two sets of footsteps walk away from your current position. As soon as they were far enough away that you couldn’t hear their conversation, Crosshair finally relented and thrust into you without abandon, chasing after your pleasure as well as his own as he kissed along your shoulder. Not without sucking on the skin to leave behind more bruises, the broken skin turning to a dark red beneath his mouth. The sound of your wetness slapping against your skin filled the air easily between the silence the two of you maintained. It was sloppy and erratic, but it left your skin igniting with a deep burn that would never leave you even after you separated for the night. A slight chafe against the skin on your back had you wondering if Crosshair’s armor was really that rough, but after focusing in on the sensation, you realized he was mouthing something into your skin,
“If you have something to say, you’d better say it to my face.” You threw over your shoulder between pants,
“F-fuck.” Was all that came from between gritted teeth, a deep groan taking place of the words he had been trying to vocalise. “Could never let a reg touch you like this. Mine, all mine.” Crosshair shifted his free hand to grip your breast, pulling you up to rest your back against his firm chest that left him reaching a spot inside you that had your words dying at your lips in exchange for a simple chant of his name like a prayer that would save you from your inevitable fall from grace.
It wasn’t long that the familiar warmth in your pelvis spread and melted your muscles as you tensed up on Crosshair’s cock, the rolling wave of pleasure drawing a choked gasp from him as he nestled his face in your shoulder. The persistent spasming of you withdrew his own end rather quickly, hips stuttering as he slowed his persistent chase for more. Chest heaving with effort, you came down to a clearer head, reaching up to cup Crosshair’s head against you as he kissed your cheek lightly before easing you back down, slipping out in the process. You both were quiet as you pulled your clothes back on, smoothing down the excess of stray hairs.
The cold silence almost left you wondering if Crosshair no longer wanted to do anything with you, now that he got what he wanted. However, you couldn’t be more wrong as he guided you into a gentle kiss, his lips chapped against your own and stealing whatever breath you had left. The glow of the streetlamp almost left an angel’s halo around him as his eyes softened at you when you both pulled away. Your lips tugged upwards at the gesture,
“Let’s go. I know somewhere you can get better drinks than that shit hole.” With a slight tug at your elbow, he guided you out of the alleyway, glancing both ways to ensure that none were the wiser as to your previous activities,
“Not another lesson?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, him half turning his head to glance back at you with a smirk,
“Not unless you would prefer it.”
“I’d prefer it with less regs around to worry about.” At that, he just shrugged,
“Keeps things interesting.” With that, Crosshair was silent the rest of the walk, with it ending at a familiar diner, mumbling something about how he needed to take care of you. Not at all an excuse for him to finally get something sweet. And food that was of significantly better quality than that of the mess hall. It was sweet in a way. Though the night ultimately ended back at your apartment, taking the opportunity for another lesson. Not that either of you really minded, anyway.