First kisses with the batch
Fair warning: these are maybe slightly long? Idk but I had a lot of fun writing them. Warnings for: hurt/comfort, mention of foreplay (no sex). Anyway, enjoy my pookies đ. Y/N is used but itâs as gender neutral as possible with the exception of Crosshair calling the reader âdollâ.
You and Echo had been together a handful of months now. With him working away from Pabu, off with Rex, it made your relationship a little (a lot) long distance, but you both made it work. Echo always said it was down to you both being stubborn banthaâs. Whenever he visited Pabu, heâd stay at your cottage for a few weeks before going off with Rex and the Rebellion again. It was good for the both of you. Echo enjoyed having something to come home to, and you always felt immensely proud watching him fight for his brothers. Besides, you trusted him to return home.
It didnât mean it didnât suck whenever he left though.
Heâd been gone for a month. It wasnât the longest time heâd been away, but Rex had contacted you a couple days ago that Echo had been injured and was returning home early to rest. Captainâs orders, Rex had stated firmly. When the ship flew in, you stood a nervous bundle at the landing site, anxious to find what state Echo would be in. Heâd always been resilient, but you knew he was also reckless. Having seen him jump and roll off a rooftop once, you knew the man had absolutely no sense of self preservation. When the ship doors opened, Rex walked out with Echo leaning on his side. He had a bandage around his shoulder, and his scomp arm was missing.
âEcho! What the hell-â you began, running to him and wrapping your arms around his middle.
Rex shifted Echoâs weight onto you, the latter smiling cheekily. âIt was just a little gunshotâ
âJust a little- you got shot?â
âNothinâ I canât handle, meshâlaâ
Rex interjected. âActually it damaged his port behind his shoulder blade. He was unconscious for two days. Make sure he rests, [Y/N].â
You nodded. Satisfied Echo was being taken care of, Rex returned to his ship. You didnât take it personally, you knew Rex was giving you and Echo time alone. The pair of you watched the ship fly off.
Echo tilted his head to you. âIâm fine. Really. Howzer carried me back to base, the guys all made sure I was alright.â
âBut youâre not alright now. Come on, letâs get you home to rest. Whereâs your scomp arm?â You asked, beginning the trek down to your cottage.
âIn my bag. Got damaged, I need Tech to fix it up.â
You hummed, knowing Echo mustâve really damaged it if he was turning to Tech. It wasnât that he didnât love or trust his little brother, but Tech often got overexcited and would insist on adding all sorts of fancy gadgets that Echo didnât understand nor want.
Echo stopped you both by the stair railing. âWait.â
âI, uhâŠâ he scratched the back of his head, suddenly looking a bit vulnerable. âI⊠I missed you.â
Your eyes softened. âEcho⊠I-â
Your sentence broke off with his lips landing on yours. It wasnât the most gentle kiss; Echoâs lips were chapped and he had pressed himself to you so hastily that your noses bumped together, but youâd never kissed him before so really, it felt perfect. Your hand smoothed down his shoulder, tugging him closer as you both slowed the kiss down, transforming it into something much more tender. Parting for a moment to breathe, you pressed your forehead to Echoâs. Sharing another quick kiss, this time, he placed his hand on your hip. His thumb smoothed over your hip bone.
âMhm⊠I missed you too.â You whispered against his lips.
Echo smiled sheepishly, as if he was realising heâd just kissed you for the first time. He hadnât been intimate- kisses included- since before his incident at The Citadel. Noticing his rare embarrassment, you smiled and resumed walking him back home. Hopefully, you thought, it would be the first kiss of many.
Tech had been researching various variables and studies regarding relationships. Heâd never been in one before, his interests always having laid elsewhere. Then you had come along and with you, youâd brought a shift into his life. Heâd begun seeking you out, constantly analysing his own emotional responses to your presence. When youâd started dating, his ears had turned pink when heâd accepted your hand in his. It was all frightfully new but oh so wonderful.
His datapad was the only light in the room. The sun had long since set outside, and Tech was still curled up on the living room sofa, wide awake. His mind whirred with thoughts of you. The two of you hadnât kissed yet. Youâd told Tech that youâd leave it up to him to initiate it so he could set the pace, which he was incredibly grateful for but he couldnât deny, it made him slightly anxious. Heâd never kissed anyone before. What was the optimal angle to approach? Did he need to tell you he was going for it? What if you both had bad breath?
Tech sighed, turning his datapad off and burying his face in the couch cushions to muffle his groan of frustration. He didnât like not understanding things. Logically, he knew his understanding would grow with time and experience, but how was that supposed to help him now, he huffed. It didnât help that he was aware you had experience. Youâd told him as much, laying your metaphorical cards out on the table so he knew your comfort levels. What if you thought he was bad, or worse, what if you never wanted to kiss him again? He rolled onto his back on the couch, staring at the ceiling in the dark. Somewhere upstairs, Wrecker snored. A beat of silence passed, Techâs fingerâs tapping on his abdomen repetitively.
It suddenly occurred to him, he could just ask you. Satisfied he had a semblance of a plan, Tech drifted off to sleep on the couch, dreaming of you in his arms.
The next day, at your cottage, Tech had sat you down in the kitchen. Heâd told you of his concerns and youâd smiled, gently cupping his cheek.
âTech, itâs not that big of a deal.â
Heâd frowned. âIt is to me.â
âI know, meshâla⊠want to try now?â
âNow?â His ears turned pink, his eyes widening behind his goggles.
You chuckled, not unkindly, though slightly amused. âYeah, now. Why not?â
âWell, I- um- okay. How should I⊠my hands?â
Tech wasnt rarely speechless, nor did he struggle with his words. His stuttering made your heart melt slightly. You guided his hands to your hips, watching with a smile as he settled them there.
âThe next step of this process is?â Tech murmured, realising you were both instinctively leaning towards one another.
You lifted his giggles off, placing them on the table. âItâs easier to kiss without them.â
âI assume theyâd create nothing short of a barrier between us, lowering both of our comfort levels.â
âPrecisely. Now just lean closer and close your eyes.â
Tech did ask you asked. To his shock, he found your face easily, even with his eyes shut. Your lips were pleasant against his, soft and warm. He made a small sound at the back of his throat, pushing himself closer to you as he realised how much he was enjoying this. Tech quickly found his footing. His hands slid up to your back, pulling you even closer. A startled squeak escaped you as he bit your lip playfully, your lips parting. He pushed his tongue in, mirroring what heâd studied in his research.
When you whined quietly and pulled away, he smiled against your lips. âI believe that was satisfactory.â
âIndeed. But maybe we should try again? Just to make sure.â
His smile growing, Tech pulled you closer again. He wasnât sure what heâd been so worried about. Kissing you was easy.
Your heart was hammering in your chest. You knew Hunter could hear it, but thankfully he wasnât commenting on it. He also hadnât said a word about the way he could see your hands trembling in your lap either, though his eyes drew to them with worry. He wasnât sure what you were so nervous about.
Hunter eventually cleared his throat, his concern biting at him. â[Y/N], what is it?â
âNothing.â You smiled, hoping it was enough to convince him to drop the subject.
Hunter frowned slightly, not believing you at all, but he let it slide nonetheless. His attention drew back to the sunset you were both watching, hoping that youâd open up soon. The pair of you had been at the beach all day, Omega having dragged you both down for a âfamily dayâ. Truthfully, it had felt more like a family day than youâd anticipated. Sheâd roped you into making sandcastles with her, and youâd both played tricks on Hunter in the ocean water, playfully tripping him up. Heâd run after you both, scooping you into his arms. Omega was back home now, seeing as the hour was late and she needed to go to bed, leaving you and Hunter sitting on the pier of the docks together.
Birds were quietly squawking, somewhere off in the distance, and the ships of Pabuâs docks had all been moored into their places. Not many folk were still at the beach. It was peaceful, and your feet rhythmically moved through the water where your legs dangled off the pier, creating a small sloshing sound. Hunter had wrapped his jacket around you a while ago, and the scent of him enveloped you like a warm hug.
You glanced to him again, opening your mouth to speak. Feeling a bit like an idiot, you shut your mouth again and looked away. Damn your words failing you. For the moment, you wished for nothing more than for Hunter to just take the initiative and kiss you. You were too nervous to do it yourself.
The both of you began talking simultaneously.
You chuckled sheepishly. âYou first.â
âRightâŠâ he scratched the back of his neck, turning to face you. âIâm not an idiot. I can see somethingâs on your mind, and I thought we didnât keep secrets from each other in this relationship.â
ââŠyeah I know. I just⊠truthfully, I wanna um, kiss you, but Iâm just feeling a bit shy about it.â
Youâd spoken with your gaze at the ocean instead of your boyfriend, and so you missed his reaction to your words. Hunterâs eyebrows twitched upwards, his lips beginning to curl into a smile.
âWhy didnât you just say so?â
âI wasnât sure if you were âthereâ yet. I mean, weâve been dating for a few weeks, and I dunno if thereâs a difference between clone and human dating. I donât often rush into stuff but I dunno what itâs like for you, and I didnât-â
Hunter interrupted your rambling, his hands cupping your face and kissing you. His fingers threaded your hair back from around your eyes where it had fallen. It was tender, more so than youâd even dreamed, and you found yourself eagerly kissing him in return. Your hand went to his elbow to simply feel him, to pull him closer. When you parted, his forehead rested against yours.
Crosshair was driving you crazy. It was as if he was doing it on purpose, and you were beginning to suspect he was. Since the pair of you had begun dating, youâd had a playful little cat and mouse vibe between you, always teasing who would âwinâ your little competitions. It was usually games such as who would get to the fresher first after missions, making the first pot of caf in the mornings, and one time you even made a little game of who could steal Hunterâs bandana and not get caught. Crosshair had won that one. Today, his tongue had been moving his toothpick between his lips agonisingly slow.
Heâd seen you staring at his lips before. His eyes caught everything, especially the way your pupils would expand in interest and arousal whenever he did something particularly pleasing. He was sitting in the cockpit of The Marauder, staring intently at you as he twirled the little wooden stick.
âI know what youâre doing. It wonât work.â You mumbled, trying not to look up from where you were polishing your armour. Again. Youâd lost track of how many times your head had shot up to look at him in the last hour alone.
âAre you sure, doll?â
âPerhaps we need to get your head checked then. Have you hit it lately?â
âHa. Ha. Iâm perfectly sound of mind, you know.â
Crosshair hummed and you heard him stand. His shoes appeared in his view, and you couldnât help but look up at him. Your eyes trailed sinfully up his legs to his torso, where his arms were crossed. He had an eyebrow raised and wore a smirk, that damn toothpick still between his lips. Oh, how you yearned to tear it away from him and replace it with your lips, to kiss him and taste him and feel him. As if he could read your thoughts, he leaned down to your face.
âHey.â He mumbled, sounding much too cocky for his own good.
You huffed. âCross, Iâm busy.â
âVery busy staring at me, apparently.â
You blushed and turned your attention back to your armour in your lap. You began polishing it again. This was your move for this game of cat and mouse. You knew Crosshair had a bit of a thing for watching you polish your armour. You supposed it was something to do with being independent, but it was likely more to do with the polish grease you always somehow smeared on your arms or chest. Never intentionally, mind you, but never unwelcome.
He hummed, sitting in front of you. âYouâve been polishing that spot for the last half hour. Must be done by now.â
You blinked. Had it really been half an hour?
âYou seem pretty⊠whatâs the word?â He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. âDistracted.â
âWell if you didnât keep interrupting me, maybe Iâd be done by now.â You looked up at him, finally putting your armour and polish aside. Mirroring his stance, you leant forward and smiled. âDid you want something, Cross, or are you just bothering me for the hell of it?â
âJust for the hell of it.â
At his drawling mumble, you decided to turn the tables and pull your last card to win this little game you were playing. Swiftly, you plucked the toothpick from between his lips and tucked it into your own mouth. You kept your eyes on his as you dragged your tongue over where his had been on the wooden stick. Crosshairâs heart flipped at the action, his eyes catching every slight movement your tongue made.
Mumbling a mandoâan swear word you didnt understand, Crosshair suddenly pulled the toothpick from your mouth and smashed his lips to yours. The force of it sent you onto your back, onto the crate you were sitting on, which was thankfully quite large. Crosshair straddled above you, kissing you with a passion of a thousand suns. He pinned your wrists above your head and pushed his tongue between your lips, tasting your own with his. You both groaned simultaneously.
âFuck⊠Cross⊠what was that?â You mumbled when you parted, a string of saliva connecting you both. He leant forward and caught the combined saliva on his tongue.
You breathlessly laughed. âFelt more like foreplay.â
He chuckled, moving his lips to your neck. âDoll, we havenât even started.â
Heâd been looking forward to this all week. After a long arduous week of working daily at the docks- which Wrecker didnt mind, but he much preferred being with you- the weekend was finally here! Your plans together were to not waste a single second. For the moment, Wrecker was hastily making his way across the island to your cottage. Heâd been hauling crates all day, and all he yearned was to hold you in his arms. He hadnt even gone home to change clothes, he was so excited. When you opened the front door, he scooped you into a big hug, lifting you off the ground.
âWreck!â You giggled. âPut me down!â
âSorry meshâla, âm just so excited. Itâs finally the weekend. Uhh, sorta.â
You beamed, âIâm excited too. Dinnerâs in the oven, and I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight?â
âThat sounds perfect.â
Your afternoon from there was set. By the time of the evening, the pair of you had gotten cozy on the sofa with full bellies and your pyjamas on. Night was beginning to fall, so you began your bedtime routine, locking the doors and turning the lights off. Wrecker playfully chased you upstairs and lifted you up at the top of them, carrying you to your room.
Your great, hunkering boyfriend sat on your bed and watched you with nothing short of love in his eyes as you went around your room, doing your last minute tasks.
You smiled, turning the light off so the only light in the room was the bedside lamp. It was a warm lowlight, and with it, a sudden comfortable intimacy broke out. Wrecker hadnât ever spent the night at yours before. Youâd slept at his place once, when youâd been too hungover to go home, and collapsed on the sofa snoring. Wrecker smiled and gestured for you to come closer.
The low lamplight illuminated his face in just the right way, making all his curves and lines appear softer. Sharing his smile, you wrapped your arms around him.
Wordlessly, he tilted your chin down to his and kissed you. At first you were startled, but that quickly faded into affection. Wreckerâs lips were soft. Cupping the back of his neck, you followed his lead and parted your lips with him. The two of you paused for a brief moment to catch your breaths, only to kiss again, the lure of each other too sweet to resist.
âMhm⊠weâve never done that before.â You mumbled under your breath against his lips.
âWreck? You good baby?â
âWeâve never done that before.â
âUh⊠yeah. Whatâs the matter?â
He started spiralling, rambling to you with wide eyes. âDid I rush you? Was that too much too soon? Iâm sorry sugar, I wanted to do it for so long and you looked so sweet and âappy and I thought it would be alright, I probably shouldâve asked-â
âWreck! Hey.â You gently put your finger on his lips, effectively shushing him. Pressing a kiss between his eyebrows, you felt him relax marginally beneath you. âIt was okay. It was more than okay. In fact, we can do it again if you want?â
Wreckerâs eyes lit up. âWe can? Really?â
âYeah. You can kiss me whenever you want, alright?â
He beamed and kissed you again. And again, and again, and again.