'Cause I have a Tech scene based around the training that I keep referencing in his fic (it's why he constantly says that the reader is capable). They don't have sex but like ... they almost do, and it's basically them treating individual masturbation as equivalent to sex.
Or I have a Rex fic about them being absolute fucking freaks and then him freaking out about an unplanned pregnancy because well ... this man wants kids so he has a breeding kink, To Me.
And I have more Fox ideas too but he's so fucking vanilla, but also i've already soft launched a size kink, i fear.
Then, there's Wolffe who, I think, almost universally has, like, an honorific kink, and I have an idea for that, I fear. I actually have like several ideas for that, I fear.
But then, I also want to do a Anidala fic eventually set in this universe still (or I start the fix-it AU TCW series).
AND BEFORE I FORGET, I do stil have that Crosshair fic too, but his kink is ... something else, i don't know how to word it exactly but it is a thing, and i could ... also soft launch that. I've been soft launching Crosshair's lieutenant fic for a couple fics now and also, I've started a Crosshair & tech bonding fic that, essentially preambles the Tech smut fic, I fear.
debating whether to write the battle of aargonar or just keep referencing it ... 'cause I have the idea to write it from Lima + Bultar's perspectives (and Tech's) but hmm, I'm looking at the timeline and I messed up ... but also, the battle of aargonar isn't that important to their story. it's mostly important for the reader and Lima's relationship, as well as the reader and Bultar's, but I'm not writing an OC fic; it's a reader-insert so it's just background information. the battle of aargonar is just how tech and the reader find each other again during the war, and also, lets me get in a quip in the Fox fic.
Just had an idea for Fox to go to a rally on the Mid Levels and then accidentally see one of his brothers during a Satisfied-esque montage with Letta Turmond (who would be a disinterested Angelica), and this would take place likely after Kenobi's assassination but before Naboo's Festival of Lights (because Fox has to be on Naboo, and actually, I can turn his assignment into a punishment)
I've just discovered Soup Clone yesterday, and he's going into the future Fix-It AU I fear, once I've finished the current canon compliant Tales of the Clone series I'm working on
major event | timeline modifications | fic plots | masterlist of fics
measurements of time:
one standard galactic year is 22 cycles
one standard cycle is 32 rotations, or 4 weeks
one standard week is 8 rotations
one standard rotation is 24 hours
57 BBY
Obi-Wan Kenobi is borne.
56 BBY
Satine is borne the second daughter to the House of Kryze and is raised on Kalevala.
46 BBY
Padmé Naberrie is borne.
42 BBY
The Kryze Patriarch dies.
Satine Kryze becomes Duchess of Mandalore.
The Republic dispatches Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi to Mandlore, following the beginning of the Mandalorian Civil War.
41 BBY
Bo-Katan Kryze is borne.
Anakin Skywalker is borne.
36 BBY
Ahsoka Tano is borne and shortly taken into the Jedi Order by Plo Koon.
37 BBY
Cal Kestis is borne.
Master Sifo-Dyas is killed by Count Dooku.
33 BBY
Caleb Dume is borne.
Korkie Kryze is borne.
32 BBY
Padmé Naberrie's campaign to become Queen of Naboo is successful, and she permanently adopts the name Amidala.
Invasion of Naboo
Yaddle is killed by Dooku shortly before Qui-Gon Jinn's funeral on Naboo, and Dooku, now Darth Tyranus, pledges allegiance to Sidious.
Anakin Skywalker joins the Jedi Order as an apprentice under Obi-Wan Kenobi.
29 BBY
Hera Syndulla is borne.
28 BBY
Han Solo is borne.
Padmé Amidala declines further queenship from the people of Naboo but accepts the role of Senator following the coronation of Réillata.
23 BBY
Obi-Wan Kenobi discovers the Clone Army on Kamino
22 BBY
First Battle of Geonosis starts the Clone Wars
Bultar Swan is promoted to Jedi Knight, leaving Master Plo Koon's apprenticeship.
Cal Kestis is promoted from the Bear Clan to Master Jaro Tapal's Youngling, replacing the previous Padawan who now begins apprenticeship under Bultar Swan.
Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala are married in a secret ceremony on Naboo.
Ahsoka Tano begins apprenticeship under Anakin Skywalker at the Battle of Christophsis.
Gen. Plo loses the Malevolence during the space Battles of Abregado and Kaliida Nebula, and his Legion is reduced to the remaining 104th Battalion.
Cdr. Wolffe loses his eye at the Battle of Khorm and begins eye therapies with a permanently stationed technician, rather than a medic.
The Battle of the Rishi Moon
21 BBY
Firebombing Campaign on Ryloth / Blockade at Ryloth
Cdr. Wolffe nearly loses his favorite techie at the First Battle of Felucia (no, he doesn't)
Cpt. Rex meets a civilian military volunteer during leave.
Bounty Hunter Cad Bane steals a holocron from the Jedi Temple, sparking discontent amongst citizens who begin protesting the War.
Zillo Beast Crisis
Cpt. Rex meets Cut Lawquane following the Battle of Saleucami.
Sabine Wren is borne.
A select few civilians protest the new Military Expansion Bill.
Gen. Bultar Swan and the 104th Legion fight at the Battle of Aargonar wicath Gen. Ki-Adi-Mundi. They are rescued by Cdr. Skywalker, half the 501st, and the Clone Force 99, but face the death of Cdr. Bhat Jul. Separatists experience the loss of Mina Bonteri's husband.
Anakin Skywalker is promoted to General Jedi Knight and leaves Kenobi's apprenticeship.
Assassination of Separatist Sen. Mina Bonteri and terrorist bombing of the Coruscant power generator, leading to the Senate passing the new Military Expansion Bill that deregulates the banks.
Cdr. Fox fights at the Third Battle of Kamino.
Cdr. Fox arrests civilian protestors upon return from Kamino at the request of Galactic Chancellor Palpatine.
20 BBY
The Enhanced Privacy Invasion Bill is opposed by a small margin and reveals a split in ideologies between Senators (the desire for peace vs. military victories).
Capt. Rex illegally smuggles his civilian military volunteer aboard Gen. Kenobi's Negotiator.
Gen. Kenobi and Skywalker and Cdr. Tano are called to the planet Mortis.
Cdr. Fox finds his civilian activist at the Senate Rotunda.
Battle of Loyola Salyu; presumed death of ARC Trooper Echo.
Palpatine manipulates a civilian to volunteer at the Jedi Temple libraries.
Second Battle of Felucia and capture of Ahsoka Tano by Trandosian bounty hunters.
Lee-Char is coronated as the new King of Mon Cala.
Cdr. Wolffe learns how to build infrastructure during a mercy mission to Aleen.
Rescue of Adi Gallia (and droids C-3PO and R2-D2)
Battle of Umbara
Mission to Zygerria and the Battle of Kadavo
"Assassination" of Gen. Obi-Wan Kenobi
Capt. Rex is afforded another temporary military leave
Attempted kidnapping of Chancellor Palpatine at the Festival of Light on Naboo
Battle of Onderon; Bultar Swan is promoted to Master and the Council
The Outer Rim Sieges begin.
Bultar Swan's apprentice is promoted to Jedi Knight but does not leave her apprenticeship yet.
19 BBY
Darth Maul and Savage Opress ally themselves with Death watch and begin a crime syndicate.
Battle of Sundari
The Jedi Temple bombing crisis
Master Billaba adopts Caleb Dume as her apprentice, following the Jedi Temple Bombing Crisis.
The Biochip Crisis; death of ARC Trooper Fives
Ahsoka Tano meets Bo-Katan Kryze and the Nite Owls
Insurrection at Yalbec Prime
The three Jedi Knights present at Yalbec are called back to the Temple to take the Trials.
Battle of Anaxes and rescue of ARC Trooper Echo
CT-6116, Medic Kix, begins researching the Inhibitor Chips.
Siege of Mandalore
Medic Kix is ambushed and kidnapped by Separatists who intend to bring him to Count Dooku on Serenno. However, their ship crashes on the desert planet Ponemah Terminal, where Kix is abandoned, carbon frozen for the next 50 years.
Chancellor Palpatine is abducted by Gen. Grievous at the First Battle of Coruscant; death of Count Dooku and thousands of Coruscant civilians, including Rex's civilian volunteer.
Anakin Skywalker becomes Darth Vader.
The Great Jedi Purge begins with Order 66
Volunteers aboard a medical station warn Gen. Bultar Swan about the betrayal by the Clone troopers. She is survived by her former Padawan.
Battle of Kaller
Ahsoka Tano removes Capt. Rex's inhibitor chip aboard the Tribunal but releases Maul. Deaths of Cdr. Jesse and the entire 322nd Company.
Mustafar
Padmé births twins, Luke and Leia. Luke is adopted as a Skywalker by the Lars family on Tatooine. Leia is adopted by the Organa family into the Alderaanian royal house.
The Galactic Republic becomes the Galactic Empire. Clone Wars ended.
A funeral is held for Padmé Amidala on Naboo. Ahsoka Tano and Capt. Rex part ways.
Several Jedi go into hiding, including Ahsoka Tano (now "Asha" on Thanbeska), Obi-Wan Kenobi (now "Ben" on Tatooine), and GM Yoda (on Dagobah).
Ezra Bridger is borne.
Inquisitors are dispatched to finish the Jedi Purge.
Capt. Rex begins his quest to help his brothers, beginning with Cut Lawquane on Saleucami.
Gov. Tarkin takes on the deceased Gen. Shaak Ti's role overseeing the Clone army.
Barriss Offee is released from the Republic Center for Military Operations to become an Inquisitor.
The citizens on Coruscant celebrate the destruction of the Jedi Order by burning lightsabers, including one belonging to GM Yoda.
Clone Force 99 are dispatched to handle an Insurrection on Onderon.
Clone Force 99 desert the new Galactic Empire without Crosshair, with Omega. They take residence at Ord Mantell.
Darth Vader bleeds his kyber crystal on Al'doleem.
Cdr. Fox is killed by Darth Vader.
Clone Force 99 find Cut Lawquane on Saleucami.
Darth Vader and the Grand Inquisitor kill Jocasta Nu.
Clone Force 99 meet Capt. Rex and remove their inhibitor chips.
Clone Force 99 are hunted by former member, Crosshair, on a scrap planet.
Rescue on Ryloth
Former-Republic Lieutenant, now demoted to medic, is arrested with the Syndulla parents and stripped of further titles.
Rescue of Cdr. Gregor from Daro.
Capt. Howzer deserts the Empire.
Tipoca City is destroyed.
Tarkin massacre on Palmo.
18 BBY
Defence at Kashyyk
Cdr. Cody requests Crosshair to help with a diplomatic mission on Desix.
Cdr. Cody deserts the Empire.
Sen. Riyo Chuchi continues to advocate for the remaining Clone troopers and meets with Capt. Rex; death of Clone trooper Slip.
The Imperial Senate passes the Defence Recruitment Bill by an overwhelming majority. ARC Trooper Echo departs the Bad Batch.
Clone Force 99 are betrayed by Ciddarin Scaleback after a risky mission on Ipsidon.
Crosshair changes allegiances on Barton IV.
Caleb Dume adopts the name Kanan Jarrus.
Genocide on Geonosis to begin Project Stardust.
Clone Force 99 are brought to Pabu Island by the Pirate Phee Genoa; devastating tidal wave on Pabu.
Events described in Sanctuary by Lamar Giles.
Bultar Swan's Padawan is found on Iridonia and brought to Pabu by Clone Force 99.
Sen. Bail Organa and Ahsoka Tano begin a rebel network.
ARC Trooper Echo asks for help from the Bad Batch, regarding an Imperial memory stick.
Events at Eriadu; presumed deaths of Clone Trooper Tech and Gen. Swan's apprentice.
Omega is captured by Dr. Royce Hemlock.
Mon Mothma organizes the Alliance, an anti-Empire military and intelligence organization.
17 BBY
Mercenaries Hunter and Wrecker find three Clone cadets on the jungle world Setron after receiving intel from the Durand crime family in their search for Omega.
Omega escapes Tantiss with Crosshair and a hound named Batcher.
The Erso family deserts the Empire with the help of Saw Gerrera and Has Obitt.
Echo interrogates Crosshair on Pabu about Tantiss and the new TK-trooper programme.
Rex, with a small unit of clones, are tasked with protecting Sen. Avi Singh and Sen. Chuchi.
Rex and his unit capture CX-01. CX-01 dies in custody.
Wolffe hunts down Rex and the Bad Batch for Omega.
Wolffe deserts the Empire.
Omega is once again taken back to Tantiss.
Battle of Tantiss and Rescue of Clones and Jedi.
ARC Trooper Echo and Dr. Emerie Karr begin several therapy treatments for the Clones and Jedi found on Tantiss.
An old Republic starfighter crashes in the waters of Pabu.
16 BBY
Hunter builds a school on Pabu.
Ben Kenobi defends the Lars family farm from mercenaries.
15 BBY
Thrawn is recruited into the Galactic Empire by Emperor Palpatine.
14 BBY
The Free Ryloth Movement is accelerated led by Cham Syndulla, following the deaths at Yaga Minors shipyard.
Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine personally handle the rebellion on Ryloth.
Tarkin doctrine
Cal Kestis and Cere Junda begin rebuilding the Jedi Order.
13 BBY
The Erso family is split on Lah'mu. Lyra is murdered by Dir. Orson Krennic; Galen is returned to the Imperial research base on Geonosis; and Jyn is adopted briefly by Saw Gerrera.
Han escapes the Imperial-dominated Corellia. Qi'ra begins her career with Crimson Dawn.
Han adopts the name "Solo" and enrolls in the Imperial Academy.
12 BBY
Ephraim and Mira Bridger are captured by the Empire.
Hera Syndulla leaves Ryloth to fight against the Empire.
Darth Sidious successfully creates a human male hybrid on Exegol.
11 BBY
Hera Syndulla and Kanan Jarrus meet, forming the beginnings of the Ghost crew.
10 BBY
An Imperial security complex is established on the surface of Scarif.
Han Solo is demoted from the Imperial flight academy to an Imperial trooper on Mimban.
Han Solo meets Chewbacca.
Lady Qi'ra becomes a leader in the Crimson Dawn under Maul.
Han Solo wins ownership of the Millennium Falcon from Lando Calrissian in a game of Sabacc on Numidian Prime.
Geonosis is sterilized, and Project Stardust, with Galen Erso, is moved to Scarif.
9 BBY
Emperor Palpatine retires all the Clone troopers.
Capt. Rex and Cdrs. Wolffe and Gregor hide on Seelos.
Cal Kestis and Nightsister Merlin now host the Hidden Path.
Third Sister renounces the Inquisitors and betrays Vader on Jabiim.
Obi-Wan Kenoni makes his first contact with the Force Ghost Qui-Gon Jinn.
7 BBY
Bodhi Rook enters the Terrabe Sector Service Academy.
Former Lasat Captain, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios joins the Ghost crew.
Sabine Wren joins the Ghost crew.
6 BBY
Miramir is borne.
5 BBY
The Empire invokes the Public Order Resentencing Directive and the Imperial Emergency Act, following the Heist on Aldhani led by Cassian Andor.
Riots on Ferrix
Saw Gerrera abandons Jyn Erso on Tamseye Prime.
Ezra Bridger joins the Ghost crew and becomes an apprentice under Kanan Jarrus.
4 BBY
Ezra Bridger passes a Youngling trial and begins to construct his lightsaber.
Siege of Lothal
Darth Vaders personally orders an Inquisitive bounty on Ahsoka Tano, Kanan Jarrus, and Ezra Bridger.
Ahsoka Tano sends the Ghost crew to Capt. Rex who lives on an old AT-TE with Cdrs. Wolffe and Gregor. Wolffe calls the Empire upon recognizing a lightsaber.
The Ghost crew recruits Capt. Rex to join the rebellion, some more reluctantly than others.
3 BBY
The Empire attacks Phoenix's Squadron's hidden base on the planet Garel.
Zeb and Imperial Security Bureau Capt. Alexsandr Kallus survive a night on Geonosis.
Mission to Malachor. Maul forcibly establishes a Padawan bond with Ezra Bridger; Kanan Jarrus is Blinded by Maul; Ahsoka Tano confronts Darth Vader.
2 BBY
Capt. Rex, with Zeb, Ezra, and Kanan Jarrus, obtain proton bombs from a Separatist-inhabited supply ship on Agamar. Capt. Rex experiences PSTD symptoms related to his first Galactic Civil War.
Blockade over Synistahg
Sabine Wren begins training with the Darksaber under Kanan Jarrus.
Rescue of Fulcrum double agent, Alexsandr Kallus.
Ghorman Massacre
Operation Handoff ensues to retrieve Mon Mothma.
Maul dies in Ben Kenobi's arms on Tatooine.
The Siege of Atollon forces rebels to retreat to Yavin 4.
1 BBY
Great Purge of Mandalore
First sighting of a Loth-wolf in 100 years.
TIE Defender Programme is stalled in favor of Project Stardust.
I figured out how to injure and kill the reader by watching the Jedi bombing crisis arc (she's not dying in the Jedi bombing), and oh my god, Ventress keeps beating the shit out of Wolffe 😭😭😭 First taking out his eye on Khorm and then almost throwing him off the 1312
CC-1010 "Commander Fox" x civilian activist reader
includes ... vanilla + unprotected sex smut (like nothing crazy fr; they just fuck and make out while Fox has a crisis); Fox is boring but he has a big dick and is so strong (sorry), short fic, this is basically an intercalary chapter to make sense with my plan for the second half, microaggressions, palpatine is racist (big surprise /s), lover's quarrel (they argue fr), politics mention.
summary: Fox makes a misstep in his relationship with you, after his insecurities piled up, and it follows him into work.
writer's notes: I ... cannot stand to look at this chapter anymore because I literally lost it yesterday in a power outage and then had to rewrite everything.
I didn't think I had to specify this: minors do not interact. I will block AND report you.
dividers by dollywons | AO3 link
< Part 1 <
"Oh my - Stars, Fuck, Fox."
Fox kisses you deeply, as he thrusts his cock upward, burying himself entirely in you. His wide nose, that had just been between your legs, nearly folds your own in half. He crosses the axis of your face, trying to find and kiss the best angle, as he tries to ground himself in something other than cumming. Sex, tonight, so far, has been too fast; you've already came thrice before him.
He's allowed to cum, Fox thinks, because you already did, and he needs this, needs the relief. Stars know tension freezes in his shoulders, piling higher and higher after each work day. Fox only just got you back to his bed, after nearly four entire cycles of quick fucks in narrow storage rooms and equally tiny offices. His hand had been forced to choose, week after week, on the rare occasion he could see you, between shredding your clothes or relaxing in your presence. He often chose the latter.
Fox needed - needs this respite more, especially as his work escalates, as the War escalates. Too many deaths have crossed his death lately. Aven, Ent, Evert, Echo, Sull, Waxer, Hardcase, Asher, Morris.
And those were just his brothers. The ones stationed under Generals who bothered to use their preferred names.
Fox wasn't particularly close with any of them, not in the same way as Rex or Cody, or Kilo or Wolffe. But he felt their loss. He sees their deaths in the reduction of Legions to Battalions, in the mass production of new inexperienced CC-troopers who replace the growing shortage of Jedi Generals. All those reports paint a pattern, where the Republic, Separatists, Neutral Systems alike face the same destruction. Even the medical stations, like the one orbiting Nouane to protect Mandalorian citizens, get caught int the crossfires. And the Chancellor, for some reason, orders him to track each devastation. One particular case sticks with him, where a woman was killed due to her husband's proximity to the Separatists. It painted a pattern, reminding him about Senator Bonteri, who lost her husband in a battle against Clones then herself fighting for peace.
"Fox, Fox, ehah, Fox, heumm."
Right.
He's sitting with you, on his bed, in his lap, naked. The duvet you bought sits, kicked over the far edge, letting the delectable juices between your legs saturate the sheets underneath him. Now, with his cock buried more than six inches in you, is not the time to think about work and death, certainly not about his brothers. But Fox believes that he needs to lengthen his refractory period; he wants to lengthen it before he lets you go.
"Here? You like that?" he purrs above your lips that vibrate a secret telecommunication code full of dits and dahs. You nod fervently, slotting your lips so closely between his that he can feel the very tip of your tongue graze his teeth.
Shakily, Fox raises his hands to your face and steadies you back half an inch. His thumbs brush under your eyes, across your cheeks, currently obscured by the insufficient light in his dorm; the lamp on his beside powered low with dying batteries. His dominant hand drops down to your lips, dragging his eyes with his finger.
Your jaw drops, chest heaving tall; lips parted, pouting, broken on the singular vowel that Basic pronounces. Fox considers pushing his thumb in your mouth, but then your tongue touches the pad of his finger and he kisses you again, slipping his own tongue inside your mouth as if an insurgent speech could persuade you away and this is the only way he can cast a protective ray shield around you.
Fox coaxes your tongue higher off your teeth, licking the seam that connects it to your jaw. Your hands move to his shoulders, squeezing, as he practically spits in your mouth again. Then you crawl on your knees, your inner thighs chafing his outers. Your palms slip scratch the base of his head, tangling in his hair; your elbows pressing on his trapeziuses, not letting him sit upright, not letting him thrust his massive cock in you again just yet. You kneel a little bit taller than him, hovering over his lap. The very tip, mushroom in shape, of his cock, swollen so heavy, does not slide out. His cock simply follows you like a bodyguard, attached to your hip, your every move.
Fox tilts his head the other direction, his nose brushing across the Y-axis of your face again, finding a perfect coordinate along Z-line automatically. His fingers, now dry, behind your back, sits you down again, on top of his thick thighs while his thumb presses into your side. He feels a wet solution come down your legs, leaking back down his thighs. And he squeezes your stomach again, simultaneously thrusting his cock upward, drawing out more and more of his pre-cum.
You bite his lip.
"Fuck, Fox, yes," your expansive vocabulary leaves you in favor of short words articulable between heavy pants and loud squelching sounds. You break off his kiss, holding him down by his shoulders again, and moan at the ceiling, eyes closed.
Fox kisses behind your ear, then suckles quick bites along a line down your jaw. Then he goes lower. His tongue finds your pulse line, rising with one throb, two throbs, three throbs. He chases your lifeline, desperate for the verification that you are alive, confident and safe, here, warm, in his bed. Fox closes his lips around patches of your skin, sliming his saliva to your chest, all while his cock quivers between your legs, slowly exercising your muscles to accommodate him even fucking better. He traces your heartbeat down to the center of your chest, but then his tongue makes an abrupt detour, working on a mind of its own. Fox nearly snaps his body in half to suckle the skin just under your taut brown nipple, his nose breathing rows of goosebumps across your obliques.
The angle sits you down completely on his cock, your stomach convexing to shove your chest in his face. But this moves his lips the wrong way, off your chest. So you bounce. Your ass reverberates on his thighs, and his cock kisses the very edge of your cavity, impelling him through your tight rim. Your breathing picks up too:
Fox returns to your nipple, latching over the entire areola. His opposite hand secures a place high on your back, supporting your deepening arch, and his thumb extends around your curve to pinch a rough, little circle on your brown bud. And you moan again. You bounce again. So Fox does it again, obliges your request. He presses both his hefty thumbs into your chest, pushing all your flesh upward for better access, biting them softly with his lips.
You keep bouncing, on your knees, bobbing your way into his face, the closer you get to another orgasm, this third one unaided by his hands. And when Fox eventually needs to breathe out his mouth, because the air leaves his lungs the tighter your pelvic muscles squeeze his cock, he grabs you behind the neck and kisses you again. His lips automatically find that perfect from earlier, swollen and plump. Fox runs his hand up your chest, making sure to cross your nipple, until his thumb finds your jawline, nails leading their way into your hair, tangling. His other hand squeezes your hips, digging his fingers into as much ass as he can reach, dragging your body back and forth over his cock.
Both of you pant, slotted, into each other's mouths, foreheads resting together now. Fox's eyes remain on your lips. He feels yours closed though, lashes twitching thinly around his brows. You stay like that for a moment, returning to prime meridian, regrounding yourselves - something Fox thinks he needs, that will stop him from cumming prematurely (which, really, cannot happen; you've been going at this for hours now). But when he dares to find your eyes, removing them from your delectable mouth, you push him into the pillow. He doesn't leave you at first, his grip too strong against your weak attempt, then you push him again, palm flat against his broad pecs. Your hand follows him into the mattress, waiting until his head finds a pillow. Fox grunts and lowers his chin to his chest, to see you.
You shimmy down his hips, spreading your legs wide for him to watch his cock, inch by inch, disappear inside you. He thinks you might kiss him as desperately as he has been biting your mouth tonight, when you lean forward, but you only use the angle to place your palms on his chest. Fox feels you lift your ass, arching your lower back, his hands twitching along your knees, up your thighs, resting on your calves.
It takes you a couple bounces to find a good rhythm. You start with just bouncing up and down, barely coming off an inch of his dick, then you lean back, hands finding your ankles for balance. Fox sees everything bounce. Feels it too. He only lets your hips make a couple full circles, never letting his cock relinquish cover, before he sits up again, slowly losing composure.
Fox only sits up to catch your ass in one hand, his other hand dragging the heel up the line of your spine. He grips you tight against his chest and falls back down on the mattress. Both of you bounce in the aftershocks. Fox cannot bear to have you at a distance anymore, so he fists what he can of your hair and kisses you quickly before you can change positions again. You've already been too far this year, this month, this week, today. He squeezes your ass, drilling his fingers, but you roll your hips again and he catches you, pushing his heels into your thighs. Fox feels your crotch rub against his pelvis, wet and viscid, grind up and down his cock.
"Oh, fuck," Fox moans your name into your mouth, audible, enunciated, guttural. "You feel so good."
He doesn't want this moment to end, doesn't want to stop fucking you. But his legs move on their own accord, slamming into you, following the reverberation of your jiggling seismic ass. Fox tries to prolong his orgasm, tries slowing down. He bites your lip, chewing it between his teeth. He squeezes your waist, only rolling you back and forth. He curls his toes, cracking out air from his bones, holding his breath. It all propels him forward. A slower pace still feels so fucking good with you; everything feels so fucking good with you.
Your muscles massage his cock, making him feel each ridge that he can reach. And Fox almost stops biting you to moan properly and praise you, loudly, into the morning sky as the sun rises with his peak. Fox feels your muscles squeeze him again, your thighs tightening, and his body reacts, cumming.
He cums so hard inside you.
Fox pins your hips into his legs, shaking, your muscles milking him dry as you continue the rhythm he started, steadily rocking on his cock. Some of his cum dribbles between your legs, lubricating his abs, but he doesn't care. It just feels so good - you riding him through his orgasm, grinding your own release, your third release before the morning rises.
"Oh, fuck, Fox, yes."
You fall into his neck, nearly screaming in his ear. He catches you, of course. Your heartbeats find each other, howling until they touch, confirming your lifelines. Fox wraps his arms around your waist as your back arches and your hips plant into his thighs, trembling. He feels your muscles tighten on more time, wringing his cock almost one full counterclockwise rotation, quickly sucking up all his cum. Then, you release him. Your muscles twitch, spasming fast; your trembling legs patter, patter, pattering to match their beat. And Fox groans again, his body mirroring all of yours.
Fox gives you a minute to recover, taking one for himself too. You both pant, hugging each other tightly, then his hands slip down your sweaty skin and his leg twitches up, incidentally spreading your thighs wide - wide enough to push his cock deeper. You whine into his neck, raising his hairs. Fox grabs you under your ass, your legs resting on his forearms, splitting you open even more. He glances down and sees your stomach distend very slightly, only unnoticeable to his Clone eyes. Fox thrusts a couple more times, once, twice, riding out your last few muscular pulses. He grunts with his whole chest, and you dig your nails above his pec, scratching your way up his shoulder, also moaning, though at a whinier pitch.
And when he finishes, like really, truly finishes, his mixing with yours until a new chemical compound is created, you put both your palms on his chest and lift your face up just enough to stare into his eyes.
"I love you," you tell him earnestly, like this is the first time, like it's some repressed secret or revelation that you finally get to share with him, even though you've said it plenty of times before, plenty of times today.
It makes the next words out of his mouth more difficult.
Fox swallows, hard. He looks across your eyes, searching for even a little animosity or fear, but you carry none. Needlessly, he brushes some hair away from your face, his knuckles pausing on your cheek.
He opens his mouth once, then twice. Then you encourage him, and he says it:
"I think we should break up."
You stare at him for half a second, then laugh in his face. You take down his hand, holding it between your bodies, your naked bodies.
"Ha, ha, you're so funny, lovey. I don't love those jokes."
A beat passes, Fox unmoving, and you drop his hand.
"Fox, you are not breaking up with me 10 seconds after we had sex," you say flatly. He doesn't move, and you smack his chest. "Fox," you growl his name. You say it angrily, but his brain still operates hazily, finding you sexy. "Your cock is still inside me. You are not breaking up with me like this."
"I -"
You slip off his cock, almost emphatically, biting back a moan. Fox bites back his too. You try standing, but your legs are still weak from hours of sexual activity and at least three major orgasms. Fox catches you with both hands, straddling you low on his abs. This keeps you in the same position, just with his cock pressing against your ass rather than inside you. And you're forced to look at him again. You glare at him.
"Are you serious?" You gesture at your current situation.
"You can't stand," he shrugs, trying to maintain some composure, some indifference.
"You're actually being serious," you scoff in disbelief. You rub your temples, then push him back down into the pillows, anything to get him away, it seems. And he doesn't blame you. He just dropped a bomb without explanation.
Fox spent so many rotations replaying advice and warnings from his brothers, committing it to his memories so hard that his anxieties are the first heuristic to come to mind in every situation, always haunting the narrative.
"I'm ... I'm sorry," he says, also inexplicably. You try sliding off his lap again, but he holds you tight, sticking you on top of him. "I didn't mean it like that."
You cross your arms over your chest.
Fox sits up again and rubs a hand down his face. Articulating his thoughts, much more his feelings, feels like hitting a rock with an egg. Case in point, impulsively blurting out his intrusive thought. Granted, that probably relates to the inappropriate timing, but his thought, to break up with you (for your safety), is out here now. Teeth pulled.
"Fox."
He winces. Right.
"I don't want to stop seeing you," he says. He pauses, closing his mouth, unsure how to articulate himself exactly.
"Keep. Talking."
Fox sighs again.
"I love you, I do," he admits.
"Not good enough."
"I am ..." Fox bites back the word worried from conversation. That is not the type of diction he wants to introduce into conversation. He is already so vulnerable with you, and actions speak louder than words. "... trying to protect you."
You groan and fall to the other side of the bed. Fox moves, lagging behind you by just a millisecond. He holds you again, single-handedly at the waist, pinning you in the sheets. His other hand slides under your head, thumb lifting your face up. You do not look like you are suffering as much as him, here, in the real world, confronting all the agony that the War brings to him. And the closer he gets to you, the worse it gets. The thought of losing you, as Senators have lost their people, their families, their cultures, their lives - it steals his breath. Fox is haunted, repeatedly, by the notion alone.
"I do not know how to assuage you, Fox," you say, again so earnestly, slowly losing the angry enunciation at the end of your decree. You scan his face, eyes widening, not retreating. He wonders what you find, what allays your irritation. "I am not afraid to publicize myself for change."
Fox frowns. He is. Not only is it a violation of regulation, Fox is scared, himself, to remove his helmet. Wolffe once pointed out the hickeys you left. Had someone else seen them, someone who lives at the Senate District, your life would have been risked more devastatingly. Fox cannot see how, or why, you overlook this. Beyond what he considers recommissioning a rather temperate punishment, this relationship can charge you your life. His proximity to the Chancellor cannot be ignored. Palpatine isolates and overworks him and his brothers, in a similar way to the Senators, almost ordering their celibacy. It helps them work and stay loyal to him. Fox knows that this relationship inspires a creativity desired by the Generals, but it is not as beneficial somewhere strict like Coruscant.
"I love you," he repeats.
"Yeah, I heard you the first time, Fox," you sigh, throwing your eyes at the ceiling. Your hand flies to your forehead, too, as if taking your own temperature. Fox can prove that you live, though, still touching around your pulse.
"The Senate is dangerous."
"I know."
"More dangerous than the War."
You snap your head at him. Your eyebrows wrinkle first, then a frown mars your lips.
"They target you differently, at the District," Fox reveals. He suppresses a sigh in his nose. "Assassinations are more direct and effective. Politicians, too, will not hesitate to bury you in enough litigation and debt to eliminate you and your loved ones. Publicizing yourself ..." Fox brushes your hair back. "It only makes you a bigger target, darling."
Palpatine, wearing a more civilian black robe - or as civilian as a von Stuck robe can be -, leads you out his office, hand on your back. It is a simple gesture he often does with many Senators and the young Skywalker to ... encourage amicable relationships. He even bothers to hold the door open for you. But still, you lean off his touch, body maintaining at least a hair of distance as if sensing his place in the vast Force. He notices the galaxy you try to insert, but still, Sheev tries pulling you to his side, even if that means touching your shoulder.
Palpatine considers actually electrocuting you, to prove you correct, because he has not done anything! ... Yet, of course. You need to be advocating for his plans first before he can discard you like the Jedi Council and Clones, in his future.
Honestly, Palpatine thought you people were supposed to be more submissive, conflict avoidant with everyone except yourselves. It is why he scarcely deploys riot troopers to your communities in levels below him - something on which you commented during this meeting. And graciously, might he add. Apparently, many of you constituents consider him reluctantly fighting to protect your freedoms against Separatists and Senators who would invade Coruscant to pillage and raze communities in an attempt to force their neoliberal ideologies. Hardly anyone suspects him the villain.
"Thank you, Chancellor," you say, crossing the threshold into the hallway.
Palpatine does not miss the way Fox straightens up, tighter, into attention against the wall. He smirks. This is exactly why he requested CC-1010 stand guard with two other useless shock troopers.
"Of course, my dear," he repeats the endearment. You flinch less now than at the beginning of this meeting. "You could be of so much help to the cause, connecting the Senators with their constituents. I am confident you have noticed the gap." He glances at the Clones.
Sheev is curious about the difference between these Guards in Red and the riot troopers in green though. You've expressed disdain for the latter in so few words, but they're all the same to him - look the same, talk the same, die the same. They're all glorified cops. Inspector Divo certainly lets uses them to violate free speech without second thought.
But according to his reports, you've spat in the faces of riot troopers who apprehend you and your little friends. He wonders if you know that you are dating a cop. Palpatine does not recall a similar reaction when the returning they, the Coruscant Guard from Kamino, arrested you some cycles ago. Actually, he recalls you leaving pliantly, a trait commonly associated with you people. The only two differences that Sheev can define are (1) their assigned armour colors (red and green) and (2) their targets. Coruscant Guards scarcely work with Divo unless commanded by Sheev himself. They typically handle bounty hunters and protect the Senators both on- and off-world; and the CC-troopers usually stay by his side, while the forest green riot troopers work on below the Rotunda, handling insurgents as their name implies. All the same to Sheev, honestly. You can be as equally dangerous to his plans as a bounty hunter, should you keep this up.
Maybe, however, if you acted like your people, Palpatine would stop dispatching troopers to your communities altogether.
"I appreciate the offer, sir," you acknowledge slowly, nodding up to meet his eye with each syllable, your back facing Fox, "but I am not confident that I can spare the time to mediate between Senators and civilians. Standardized testing is approaching, and I must prioritize preparing my students." Then, quietly, as if verbalization might motivate the Senators roaming these halls to introduce more taxation, you confess, "It's been incredibly difficult this year with all the budget cuts to our school."
"I hear you, my dear." Palpatine pats your arm again, using the contact to prod your mind with the Force. He stretches his hand behind your back, attempting the fatherly role he uses with Anakin, but he feels Fox, instead, run cold. Sheev narrows his pupils toward the corner of his eye, ensuring that CC-1010 receives this warning. Fox does not show a reaction. Only because he wears his full uniform at all times at the Senate District, helmet especially. Palpatine does not know about any unique markings on his commander, nor is he curious enough to research it. "But consider my offer, please."
"Of course, Chancellor."
"I have another upcoming meeting, unfortunately. Though, I would love to continue this conversation," Palpatine lies. "My advisor will message you the job description in case you change your mind." He hopes you notice the lack of room for argument. "But in the meantime, I will have some guards escort you home safely."
"Oh, thank you. That's really not necessary, Chancellor, sir. I can find my way."
"Nonsense, my dear." Sheev needs you to accept this small gesture. He knows about the social conventions surrounding reciprocity in your culture. Give an inch, take an inch. He would love you to feel indebted to him, slowly building up to larger and larger requests until you reconsider his offer.
Palpatine gestures behind you, to the group of troopers, signaling forth just the one of importance. "Commander Fox."
You spin on your heels, standing facing the same direction as Palpatine now, shock coloring your eyes, a gasp bobbing your larynx. A smirk twitches on his lips, fighting.
"Will you please escort this young civilian home safely?"
A beat passes between all five of them in the hallway, and Palpatine nearly spits out the words again for you monosyllabic morons. The inconsequential Clones behind Fox look at each other, considering if the request was for them, but Palpatine, with you, continues looking at Fox. Sheev glances at you out the corner of his eye and see you glaring at the Commander's visor. Expeditiously, he comes to the conclusion that you are currently fighting, a lover's quarrel. Certainly not broken up completely. Palpatine would sense less ... emotion.
"Yes, sir," Fox answers, modulated by his helmet.
Unfortunate is it that his senses cannot be confirmed by the stoic Commander. Fox is rather good at masking his voice, his emotions, better than his subordinates at least.
"Good, good." Palpatine moves between you and Fox, breaking your eye contact. He places a hand on your shoulder one last time, squeezing before you can recoil from the blessing with which he blesses you. "Get home safely, my dear."
"Thank you, Chancellor," you grit your teeth.
Palpatine smirks.
Once the Chancellor turns his back, Stone and Rhys following militantly, Fox grabs you by the upper arm, as if he were detaining you again - this time without handcuffs. Those must be in the bedroom still.
He leads you down empty halls, forcing you to follow his long legs. Fox feels you nearly trip over the carpets, catching your toes in the snags, but he just moves even faster until reaching the nearest janitorial closet, across the Rotunda. And he shoves you inside.
"Ow," you're finally allowed to say, yanking yourself from his loosing grip.
Fox turns on the light and sees you rubbing your bicep. He must've grabbed you too tightly; he almost reaches forward to treat the wound before a bruise forms. But you force him at bay with another glare. And he's not a medic.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Fox thought that your conversation a few rotations ago, not even a week ago, communicated the extent of the dangers at his office, of the dangers surrounding the Chancellor. It definitely seemed like you understood him.
"Why?" You scoff. "Didn't expect me to uphold my meetings without a bodyguard?"
Yes, Fox nearly simmers. He almost takes off his helmet, too, to convey the worry coursing through his veins right now, but he is at work, and he must obey regulation.
"I did that for your safety," he stresses, "you know that."
Fox looks across your face, so angry with him. The camera in his helmet catches all of you like a recording, obscuring his admiration of you. So, quickly, Fox changes positions, removing his helmet. And by the Stars, even in such a dingy supply closet, you can teach the torches to burn bright. Or if not, your very fingertip can return to the sky, outshining the Suns and lamps. You were right, Fox relinquishes. His helmet does hurt his vision.
Now, too, without it modulating his voice, he's allowed to whisper. His words still come across capitalized but he is quieter, more covert, whispering:
"Why are you insisting on throwing yourself into danger?"
"Do not expect me to stop fighting for liberty just because you threaten to break up with me, Fox." You cross your arms over your chest. "I love you," you say, still so earnest, reserving a certain tenderness just for those three words before you contend him again, "but you ... you are not my purpose in life."
"Don't say that." Fox shakes his head, his voice fracturing. "Don't say it like that."
"Like what?"
"Like ..." He purses his lips. "Like I'm replaceable." It is an insecurity for him and all his brothers, but especially him who does not fight on the frontlines. Fox already knows that no one will remember his name like his brothers who build a reputation amongst each other - Wolffe, Rex, Cody, Jesse, Fives. The Senate could have his head and a replacement within the same hour, not even batting an eye. He doesn't need you adding to the reality.
You breathe through your nose, audibly, a few times, your chest rising and falling from some high mountain top like Eriadu. A beat passes. Then another. Then another. And you only stare at Fox, your expression rotating emotion after emotion until you settle on stoicism.
"Fox, you are not replaceable. Not to me; I love you." You point at your chest for emphasis, taking one step forward. Fox thinks you might come back into his personal space, maybe even his arms, but you stay there, crafting your own gravitational pull to collide with him. "Even when you try breaking up with me ten seconds after sex."
You sigh again, pinching high on your nose. "But I am also trying to give my community the best chance to survive the Cold War erupting on this planet. Everyone thinks about the War against Separatists thousands of systems away, but, Stars, Fox, some of my students only get one meal a day and that's at our school. And then, these military expansion bills? They might rob them of that. So sue me, arrest me if you must. I'm just trying to give these kids something survivable."
Fox bites the inside of his lip.
Truly, he can see from where you are coming, even if he cannot articulate him point as properly. He feels the same way about the shinies fresh off Kamino and the cadets who displace them, especially after the loss of the Template, Jango Fett. Personality, now, seeps through their training.
Fox understands that you're mad at him, which might possibly prevent you from seeing his perspective, but you are also putting yourself in more harm, aligning yourself directly with the Chancellor. Bad things always happen around Palpatine.
"Can't you fight somewhere else? This place is -"
"Dangerous," you finish for him, nodding. "So you've said."
Fox sighs your name. "I just want you to be safe."
"I know. And I am," you stress, as if you have a permanent ray shield protecting you from anything and everything. You are not impregnable, he tries to say. You grab him on both arms, smoothening his armor, eyes tracing each red design. "I think you think this line of activism is more dangerous than it actually is."
"It really is, darling."
"Well," you frown, "good thing I have no plans to work with the Chancellor."
Fox finds your hand and squeezes. "Please don't."
But two weeks later, you return to the Rotunda, typing notes into a holopad behind Chancellor Palpatine.
