ARC Trooper Fives, of the 501st would like to remind you that you are all brilliant, phenomenal individuals who can’t be defined by how others perceive bisexuality, biromanticism, or anyone under the bi umbrella.
warnings: Cody missing out on the birth of his baby, sad cody, dad cody, etc
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The apartment is silent and Cody is exhausted. There is no laughing ringing through the hallways, no music bouncing off the walls as there so often was. In its silence, the apartment seems cold, empty, despite the shoes stacked by the hallway entrance. Cody kicks his own boots off, nudging them against the wall with his socked foot.
He tiptoes his way into the living room, dumping his field bag on the couch. He takes his helmet off, letting it drop out of his hands next to the bag. He strips off his armour, piece by piece. He’s careful to keep his noise to a minimum and tiptoes down the hallway, into the kitchen.
It’s empty. A fresh rack of starberry cupcakes sits on the counter, almost completely cool. Cody moves them into the containers he knows you use for cupcakes, and packs the rack away to be washed. He wipes the bench down and tip toes down the hallway again, through to your shared bedroom.
The sun is streaming through the curtains, making a perfect pool of warmth on the bed, where he finds you, asleep and softly snoring with your daughter curled up on your tummy, snoozing with you.
The baby, barely two months old, already has tufts of dark curls covering her little head. Her little hands are closed, fisted into your shirt. She’s dressed in the cutest little jumpsuit, a purple flowering pattern splattered all over it. Beside you, on the bed, the day bag is packed to go out. The baby’s orange blanket Cody picked up from an outer rim world and shipped while in the middle of space, is folded neatly beside the bag, ready to be sat on top, but you obviously never made it out the door. Cody’s heart swells, it feels like it could burst in his chest.
“Love the sun, just like your daddy, huh?” He reaches his hands out to the baby, before withdrawing. She wouldn’t know who he is. He doesn’t want to induce a bout of tears. Better to leave the sweet little thing, and wake you instead.
“Mesh’la,” He says, gently brushing stray strands of hair from your face, “I’m home.” He watches you as you stir, your hands instantly going to the small baby on your tummy, holding her as you sit up.
“Cody!” You say, surprise awaking your features.
Cody grins as he takes a seat next to you on the bed. He places a soft kiss on your cheek. “Hello my love.”
“I wasn’t expecting you until later tonight.” You say, returning his kiss. You look down at your daughter. “Do you want to hold her?”
Cody’s eyes widen, and he moves away. He hides his hands that have only held weapons as he crosses his arms. “Oh, no, no. Uh, I’ve never held a baby before.”
“Cody,” You say, frowning. “You’re her father. You’ve been great at everything, you’ll be great at this.” Before he can complain or refuse, the baby is shoved into his hands. “Support her head,” You tell him, showing him where to place his hands.
Cody is gentle. The baby doesn’t move, doesn’t squirm. She just settles into his hands, like this is the place she has been waiting to be. Cody’s heart swells again, his hands are almost as big as her little head and he marvels, how could this little thing be half of you and half of him? How could he, a thing breed for destruction, war, fighting, how could he make something so lovely, so small and pure? This is the greatest single achievement of his life.
Without taking his eyes off his baby girl, he asks, “Did you decide on a name?”
“I didn’t want to make a decision without you but… I’ve taken to calling her Lily… We can change it, if you want.”
A soft smile graces Cody’s lips, “My lovely Lily,” He says, placing a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead. He closes his eyes, he can’t believe he missed the birth of the greatest thing in his life. The baby stirs as she wakes, and her eyes widen and she gives Cody the best toothless smile a baby can give.
“She knows her daddy,” You say, placing a hand on Cody’s shoulder and resting your head on it.’ Big golden eyes are staring up at Cody, and Lily babbles happily, almost as if she’s trying to catch Cody up on all he’s missed.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the birth,” Cody whispers.
You tear your eyes from Lily, looking up at Cody. “My love, no need to be sorry. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”
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Warnings: PiV, Sleepy sex, dream sex, bad language words, rough sex, mentions of alcohol use, unprotected sex.
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Summary: You're really late for work. But you just can't bring yourself to care. Not when you have the Marshall Commander of the 212th right where you want him.
If the obnoxious trilling of your alarm clock is anything to go by; there's no way you're getting to work on time this morning. Not a chance.
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You're really, really late.
As you swing your arm over to your bedside table with your eyes closed and clumsily slap the snooze button for what must be the fifth time, you promise yourself, just five more minutes... Again.
You're really, really late.
But you really can't bring yourself to care. Not when you have the Marshall Commander of the 212th between your legs, balls-deep in your throbbing cunt and fucking in to you like his main goal is to put you through the headboard, just like he threatened (promised) to do almost half an our ago.
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It's hardly your fault that he's so riled up. It's not like you have any control over your dreams or your body whilst you sleep.
But nonetheless, Cody always plays the starring role. Whether he's rutting in to you with your legs wrapped around his waist and your back pressed flush against a wall, or he's slowly grinding against you as you lay on plush, sprawled blankets with the sounds of a crackling fire perfectly complimenting the soft sighs that escape the both of you.
So, naturally, this morning's dream features the commander pressed firmly against you. Every inch of his front to every inch of your back. His throbbing length gliding back and forth through your slick folds between clenched thighs, rubbing against your clit so perfectly that your unconscious mind couldn't help but emulate your actions through your sleeping body.
Cody awoke to the barely audible whimpers escaping your lips. Just like in your dream, he's wrapped around your sleeping form from behind. His arm rests underneath your head, creating the most comforting pillow and his entire body is curled around yours.
He squeezes you a little tighter in response to the first tiny noises that come from you. He's never known you to have nightmares. He's spent so many nights watching you sleep as you lay across his chest or cradled in his arms. It hadn't gone unnoticed that your dreams always seem to be pleasant ones. Often, he'd wait to fall asleep, just to see the tiny smiles that grace your lips in your deepest state of unconsciousness. He'd smile along with you as he settled in to the pillows, ready to let sleep take him, lulled by the sound of your gentle breaths.
But the whimpers that escape you now are something new to him. He doesn't want to wake you, noticing that you still have a few more minutes until your alarm is due to wake the pair of you, reminding you both that there's still a world outside of your safe haven of blankets that requires your attention. So he can only hope that holding you closer to him will offer you enough comfort to chase away whatever demons you're battling in your sleeping mind.
It's not long before his hopes go unrealised as your whimpers grow steadily louder. His brows furrow in concern and he resigns himself to the thought that he has no choice but to wake you. So he gently slides his arm out from underneath your head, careful not to tug at your hair, and props himself up on his his elbow to lean over you. His free hand is just a inch away from it's intended purpose of gently stroking his fingers through your hair to wake you gently, when it suddenly stops. The moan that meets his ears is enough to instantly make him freeze, make his cheeks flush, his stomach drop and his instantly hardening cock twitch against your bare ass.
His frown turns to a grin as he realises exactly what kind of dream you're having. Not a nightmare at all. He should really wake you up.
But as soon as his thought forms, with no time for him to act on it, you push back and grind your ass so perfectly against his hardening length. Slow and hard and just enough to force the breath he was holding out of his lungs.
Fuck.
"Mesh'la," He begins, his words coming out far more breathy than he'd intended, "You need to wake..."
His sentence is cut short by the sound of you urgently whining his name as you roll your hips back against him again.
He knows that sound all too well. The way you moan his name; breathy and strained, with furrowed brows and he knows that whatever's going on your head right now, it's about to make you come. It's him, of course. You just said it yourself. Even in your sleep, it's him that has you writhing and whimpering and calling his name. And oh, if that's not something to proud of.
But he decides that he'd much prefer to hear it from you when he's actually putting in the work to earn it.
Time to wake up, gorgeous, he thinks to himself as your hips continue to grind back against his, creating the most delicious friction.
He knows you always set your alarm to wake you up a little early when he's here. Just to steal a few more moments with him, wrapped is his warmth before you both have to begin your days.
You awaken to the sound of your lover's voice in your ear. You faintly recognise a strange mix of amusement and desperation in his tone, "Good morning, Mesh'la."
It's not long before you register the wetness and throbbing between your legs and Cody's fingers pressed tightly in to the flesh of your hip, the same way he does when he holds you to the bed with his face buried between your thighs in a attempt to hold you still as he takes his time absolutely devouring you.
But why is he trying to hold you still? And why does he sound so pleased with himself?
Oh, you bastard.
Your dream comes slamming back in to your mind, full force. The way the head of his cock moved against your clit. The way his teeth grazed against your shoulder as he rutted against you from behind. The sounds of his laboured breathing so close that you could feel his breath fanning down your neck. The way the white hot heat rose inside you as your rocked back against him and you were just about to- "Why did you wake me up?!" You groan as you attempt to move your ass back against him, desperate to make your dream a reality. You were so, so close and you're still throbbing and the asshole had to wake you up with that shit-eating grin that's now plastered across his face.
"Sleep well?" He asks you with a raised brow and quirk of his lips, smug as all hells. But he's not fooling you, you've been doing this for long enough. You know him better than you know yourself at this point. Try as he might, he can't hide the minute strain in his voice. You know you were rocking against him whilst you were dreaming, otherwise he wouldn't still be gripping so tightly to your hip. You know he's hard. You know he wants to do something about it. But you know he'd never do anything without you being fully aware and fully able to consent. You trust this man with our life, of course you can trust him while you sleep, regardless of how hard you've accidentally made him. Of course he's teasing you. Of course, he's in one of those moods. No matter how desperate he might be, he's going to make you work for it. But you know the second you finally manage to loosen the grip he has on your hip and grind against him, that cocky smirk's getting wiped straight of off that far-too-beautiful face of his.
And fuck, he really is beautiful in the morning, you think as you open your eyes fully. He's beautiful all the time, but there's just something about him early in the morning. Whether it's the sparkle in his eyes that's just a little bit brighter or the slight drop in his usually stiff posture that makes him look that much more relaxed. Maybe it's how he manages to look so soft, despite the battle scars that litter his gorgeous face and perfect body. Whatever it is, you can't keep your hands off of him for a moment longer. So, you'll turn his little game back around on him.
"Mhmm, did you?" You finally answer, feigning innocence and ignorance as you smile sweetly up at him, still propped up with his free hand, smirking down at you.
You twist your body towards him and he loosens the grip on your hip in favour of trailing his hand around to your bare back as you come around to face him. You're laying on your side, fully facing him now and he feels your arms moving beneath the sheets. So he begins to lower himself backwards against the pillows, ready to scoop you into his arms and lay your head on his chest like you do every morning that he's here. He absolutely intends to hold you for a while, but gods he wants to hear you whimper his name at least once more before he has to watch you get dressed and leave your apartment for the day. So that's what he'll do. Hold your delicate form against him for a while, allow you to wake up in your favourite way -cradled against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat- before he gets to work recreating whatever is was he was doing to in your dreams.
But your hands never make their way to wrapping around him like he's expecting.
You can't help the feeling of satisfaction that washes over you at the sound of his breath catching in his throat and the way every muscle in his body tenses when you trail a hand much lower that he was anticipating, grazing your finger across his inner thigh. Just high enough that you feel coarse hair tickling the tips of your fingers.
You're not even sure if he's breathing now as you tentatively trail feather soft touches up his pelvis, around the dark, coarse hair and down the inside of his thighs.
You know you're playing with fire as he lets out an impatient groan but you continue to graze your fingers as close to his rock hard cock as you can get, without touching him exactly where he needs you to.
"Mesh'la" he warns with a slight frown upon his face, his lips parted to let his frustrated sighs escape and his hands at his sides lightly gripping at the sheets beneath him.
You know he's finally beginning to crack when you feel his hips shift, ever so slightly, chasing your hand in a desperate attempt to get you where he wants you.
You feel one of his hands move across the mattress and try to work it's way in between your closed thighs.
"I didn't say you could touch me," you whisper in a petulant tone as you try to stop a wry grin from appearing on your face whilst using your free hand to move his away from your thighs. You know very well what you're doing to him. But he ruined your dream, and subsequently, your building orgasm, not more than a few minutes ago. You're not complaining though. Not really. Because now you get to have the real thing. You get to have this beautiful, beautiful man, your man, squirm at your touch and hear his laboured breaths as you tease him towards the very edge of insanity.
But he won't beg. He's far too proud to admit that he's losing his grip on his self control. But of course, he doesn't have to beg. His body betrays him as his hands grasp tighter to the sheets, turning his knuckles white. He bites hard into his bottom lip to hide his frustrated whimpers from you and his hips buck even higher now to find some sort of friction against his throbbing cock as you ghost a single finger up and down the length of him.
"Kriff!" he manages to groan out, eyes clenched shut, quiet and breathy so so desperate, "You keep... teasin' and I'm... gonna fuck you through this headboard."
And stars, if you didn't clench around nothing at the thought of the Commander slamming in to you so hard that you won't be able to walk straight for the rest of the day. You're not proud that it only took once sentence from him to have you completely give up your control. But if it means he'll take you the way he just promised, then pride be damned.
"Sounds like an empty threat to me, Commander."
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So, here you are.
On your back, three positions and just as many mind-shattering orgasms later, slamming your free hand against the snooze button for the fifth time while the other clings to Cody's bicep like he's the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. Your legs thrown over broad, strong shoulders. Warm, calloused fingers digging firmly in to your thighs to hold them against his chest. Cody's cock stretching you and slamming in to you at a brutal pace that's knocking the breath out of your lungs with every impossibly deep thrust. You whimpering, a completely cock-dumb mess, unable to form a single coherent thought, while Cody's sweat-slick body towers above you, watching as his length pounds in and out of you and how your tits bounce with every thrust of his hips. Admiring your blissed out face as your eyes roll back in to your head and you try to form the words to tell him just how fucking amazing he makes you feel.
It's only when your alarm sounds for the sixth time, in it's unrelenting five-minute intervals, that his hips slow and he glances over to the clock. Finally taking note of the time and your repeated attempts to snooze the damn thing, promising yourselves that you'll stay like this for just five more minutes. But that's clearly not working out for either of you.
"You're late." He sighs. He knows it. You know it. You know you should actually be arriving at work by now, and even though his pace has slowed almost to a halt, he still isn't stopping. Choosing to slowly slide in and out of you while he continues to hold the backs of your legs against his strong, perfectly tanned chest.
All you can do is moan in disapproval and reach your hands around your thighs to grip at his hips and pull him towards you, hoping it's enough to spur him on, to pick up his pace again.
"Fuck... We need to get to work..."
"I do," you counter, almost proud that you've managed to form two whole words within the last thirty minutes, "You're on shore leave, love." You remind him. Suddenly warming at the thought that you finally, finally get to have him to yourself for an entire week. It's been far too long since you were able to spend any more than a night or two wrapped up in each other, trying to soak up every bit of each other before he had to leave again.
"Maybe you should get up then?" He suggests, with a knowing look in his eye. A look that says that he knows you're not going anywhere.
"Maybe you should stop fucking me then." Please, please don't stop.
"Maybe."
Slowly, so, so slowly he begins to pull out of you. You can't help but stare up at him, as he's looking down between you at the way his cock slowly begins to leave your warm, wet heat, hissing through his teeth. For a moment you think he's actually going to stop. You're sure he's going to just pull out of you and usher you out of bed to get ready for work just to turn up embarrassingly late. Make you wait in unsatisfied frustration until you're back in his arms again after your shift; until after you've spent the entire day craving his touch, his warmth, his strength, his lips against yours, all of him.
There's the faintest smirk on his lips now that makes you even more certain that he's planning to stop. You're ready to protest, ready to give him hell, but his eyes suddenly find yours and you know he has other plans entirely. You barely have time to brace yourself before he's slamming back in to you. Harder, faster and unrelenting. Just when you thought he couldn't take you any higher than he has been for the past half an hour, he proves you wrong. So wrong. You can already feel yourself begin to clench around him, and if his stuttering hips, the light sheen of sweat glistening over his skin and his desperate moans are any indication, he can feel it too.
His grip on your left leg loosens and he's supporting the back of your knee as he wraps your leg around his waist. The other still firmly clasped against the length of his torso as he kneels above you. He doesn't let up his punishing pace as his free hand travels from your knee, leaving a trail of goosebumps as it slides down your inner thigh, closer and closer towards your glistening folds. Your heart's pounding so hard you begin to feel dizzy, knowing he's close, knowing he wants to get you there at the same time as him. His fingers slide over your clit so easily. You're soaked. Your entire sex is glistening, you've coated Cody's cock so well that he glides in and out of your tight cunt with ease and you can feel the damp patch on she sheets beneath your ass.
Maker, you're so close. Cody's groans and flexing abs only hurling you towards your climax that much faster. His rhythmic thrusts become sloppy at the same time he starts to feel your walls flutter around him...
And then your communicator sounds.
"Fuck," you both complain in unison. Cody's hips immediately halt and his chin drops to his chest, at the same time your head flops back into the pillows in unbridled frustration. He lets out a pained sigh before looking over to your nightstand to find out who had the audacity. You can't help the small chuckle that forms in your throat when you peel your eyes open and see Cody staring daggers at the source of the beeping, as if that's going to make it stop.
"It's Arvi," he grumbles. Your boss. Shit. Cody reaches over to grab your comm, with his cock still buried inside you and you let out a needy moan at the way his cock hits you right in that perfect spot as he leans over you.
You hold out your hand, ready to accept the device and give yourself a few seconds to catch your breath and fabricate a reason for you not being there to start your shift.
But Commander Asshole presses the answer button before you get the chance to take it and that smug grin from earlier reappears back on his perfect face. He really does think he's hilarious.
You mouth to him, WHAT THE FUCK?!, your eyes blown wide like a fathier caught in the headlights. He gives you no time to adjust to him pulling out of you, gracing you with an amused snort and watching you clasp your hand over your mouth to prevent your boss from hearing your whine at the loss. Cody collapses by the side of you as you fix him with the most deadly stare that you can muster and you sit up with a finger pressed to your lips, warning him to keep quiet. If she knows Cody's here, then she'll know exactly why you're not there.
"Hi Arvi." You finally answer, trying your damned hardest to keep your voice steady.
"You're late, hun. Everything ok?" Comes the tinny reply.
You glance over to Cody laying flat out on the bed next to you. You're not sure what you were hoping for. Moral support? Help making an excuse? The ability to turn back time and not find yourself in this horrendously awkward situation of your own making?
Whatever you were hoping for, you're not going to get it. The best he can offer you is an amused expression and an unhelpful shrug of his shoulders.
So, you do what any sensible, rational person would do in this situation... You flounder.
"I, uh, I'm a... migraine? Period!"
Idiot! You mentally kick yourself and ignore the shaking of the mattress beneath you that tells you Cody's absolutely pissing himself with silent laughter.
"You're a migraine period?" She questions. You swear you can almost hear the smirk and her eyebrow raising in amusement.
You don't even bother to respond. Just audibly sigh and admit defeat. There's no way you're worming your way out of this one.
"You poor thing. That sounds awful." Arvi chimes in again, clearly trying to stifle a chuckle.
You open your mouth to say something. Anything. But you're cut off before you get the chance.
"Take the day, hun. Stay in bed. I'll fire up a server droid." Still, you can hear the smirk.
"Thanks, Arvi. I owe you one." You reply in relief.
"No problem. Don't forget you're on the late shift tomorrow." She informs you.
"Sure. I'll be there!" Ok. Everything's fine. Just say goodbye and you're home free.
"So you get to have her all to yourself tomorrow morning, Cody!" She giggles, deliberately speaking louder through the comm so Cody can hear from wherever he might be in your apartment.
Dammit!
Yours and Cody's heads whip around to meet each other's eyes, both wearing expressions of naughty school kids who have just been caught smoking in the bathrooms.
"Hi Arvi." Cody pipes up, wincing.
But you hear Arvi's full belly laugh now as she finishes off the call, "Hi sweetie! Don't wear her out too much, ok? I need her tomorrow."
And with that, the communicator clicks off.
"Wow. Quick thinking. Migraine period. How the hell did she see through that one?" Cody asks, all amusement and dripping with sarcasm.
"Ugh, shut up." You whine, falling face-first down into mattress in utter embarrassment.
Deep down you knew you wouldn't find yourself in trouble with Arvi. She's not only your boss, but a good friend. She has been for years.
Besides, in your years of working at 79s, you've hardly ever missed a shift and she's always on about what a great worker you are and how everybody loves you and she never wants to let you go. Occasionally joking that she's going to chain you to the bar and keep you there forever.
It's how you met Cody. Valiantly stepping in to rid you of two piss-drunk creeps that wouldn't leave you alone one night. So she's been aware of your relationship from the start. She's no stranger to the struggles of being in a relationship with a clone; dating a clone sergeant herself, who she met shortly after you and Cody made things official between you. So it's really no surprise that she'd be so understanding of you stealing away with whatever precious time you get to spend together...
Cody disturbs your musings just moments later, gently grasping your shoulder and turning you over on to your back.
"Morning," he chuckles, gazing down at you from his place next to you, head propped up once again on his hand and his body turned towards you.
You peel your eyes open and take in the sight of him. Flushed cheeks, chest still slightly heaving and looking at you like you're the brightest star in the sky.
"Morning," you smile in reply, reaching your fingers towards him to run lazily through his mussed up hair before planting a gentle kiss to corner of his lips.
"I'll go make breakfast." You sit up, still internally cursing your boss for the interruption, and swing you legs over the side of the bed. Your feet barely touch the floor before you feel warm, firm hands grip at your biceps from behind.
You have no time to protest as you're quickly pulled down on to your back, Cody hovering over you with a sly smile, "I'm not finished with you yet."
He gives you no time to reply before he crashes his lips to yours in a searing kiss, stealing your breath away. No matter how many kisses you've shared before, you still feel your heart leap and your stomach flip like it's the very first time.
Distracted by your pounding heart, soft lips moving against yours and the butterflies in your stomach, you only just register the feeling of Cody nestling his hips between your open thighs. You eagerly wrap your legs around him, hooking your feet together to pull him in as close as you possibly can, desperately seeking some friction. His hands slowly trail from your biceps towards your wrists, carefully grasping them together in one of his large hands and pinning them to pillows above your head.
"Stars, you're beautiful like this," he whispers, breaking the kiss and nudging the tip of his nose against yours.
The hand not binding your wrists trails down past your ribs and tickles over your hip, steadily downwards to find purchase on your outer thigh. He gives it a gentle squeeze; Silent encouragement for you wrap your legs even tighter around his waist. You oblige whilst you also lift your head to capture his lips again. He wastes no more time, sheathing himself back in to you painfully slowly. Slow enough to elicit desperate whimpers of frustration from you that he eagerly swallows.
When he's finally at the hilt, you're silently begging for him to take you. Your thighs squeeze against him, your fingers of your now released hands digging in to the corded muscles of his back. Finally, finally he begins to move. His previous harsh thrusts have been replaced with deep grinds of his pubic bone against your clit, his cock only leaving your heat by mere centimetres before he rolls his hips against you again. There isn't an atom of space between your bodies as his chest and abdomen glide against yours. His arms now completely encircling your form. You can feel his heart beating against your chest and the almost silent curses that fall from his lips and fan against your face with his forehead resting against yours.
You peel your heavy lids open to find him already gazing so deep in to your eyes that you couldn't look away even if you tried. If your life depended on breaking this eye contact, you'd die happily, knowing that the look of devotion and admiration on Cody's face was the last thing you'd ever see.
You whimper as he grinds deeper now, simultaneously hitting that spot inside you and adding the perfect amount of pressure against your clit with deep rolls of his hips, in the way only he knows how. The way he always does, to turn you into a mindless wreck.
"Cody..." you moan.
There it is. That beautiful sound. The one he's he's been aching to hear since it left your sleeping lips this morning.
"Kriff... Come for me, Mesh'la..."
You're clenching harder now. A heat building low in your abdomen. Feeling every vein, every ridge of his cock dragging against your walls. He's faltering. His meticulous pace becoming erratic a sloppy. His breathing loud and laboured, littered with grunts and moans, urging you closer and closer...
"Cody... Ah... Fu... I'm gonna... Cody!" You cry as lights flash behind your eyelids, your cunt clenching and clit throbbing so hard you forget how to breathe.
He doesn't take long to follow as he thrusts into you two, three more times before he's spilling white, warm and wet inside of you, crying out your name with a string of curses as he falls forward, pressing his body against yours, still grinding his hips against you to coax the last few whimpers out of you as he gently brings you back down to reality.
You spend a few long moments now tucked in to Cody's side; your head on his chest, with strong, gentle fingers combing through your tousled hair. The sound of his heartbeat beginning to return to it's usual steady pace and the feeling of his fingers against your scalp is enough to tempt you back in to closing your eyes and allowing sleep to begin to take you once more.
That is until you feel your lover begin to shift from underneath you.
You let out an unflattering groan, in protest, hoping to convey your disapproval. But all it earns you is a small chuckle and soft kiss to your temple.
"I'll make the caf. It's the best remedy for migraine periods, you know." Cody mocks.
"You're the worst." You mumble, lifting your face from the pillows to fix him with a pointed stare.
"But you still love me." He counters, with a genuine smile that tells you he knows exactly how true that is.
Summary: When Fives died, he was still there, watching over you as you go through the five stages of grief. And sometimes an end could be a new beginning.
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Ever since he died – Fives has been there. Every night in your bedroom, he watched over you.
He was there when Rex came to tell you that he had passed away. He saw the look on your face, the disbelief. He heard you beg Rex to tell you the truth, that he hasn't died, and they only faked his death, to hide and thereby protect him from Palpatine. He heard you deny the truth. He stood beside Rex but couldn’t do more than watching how his brother held you in his arms for comfort.
He was there when you started a few days later to yell at the ceiling and throw everything within your reach at the walls. He saw the glass shatter and cause permanent damage. He heard your heartbreaking screams and screamed along with you, but you couldn’t hear him. Your anger was too strong.
He was there when you beseeched the Force to bring him back. He heard when you said that you would trade the rest of your life, for just one more day with him. He stood in front of you and smiled at you, trying to reassure you that you don’t have to make such a deal. Because he is here with you. Always will, but you couldn’t see him, your faith was too weak.
He was there when the weeks had passed and you lay in bed, crying. When your tears soaked your pillow, and your sobs broke his heart. He sat beside you on your bed and caressed your back, but you couldn’t feel him. Your grief was too strong.
And now he is there when you come to your bedroom tonight. You look younger than you had in months. Wearing nothing more than a towel, wrapped around you, your wet hair cascades on your shoulders. He watches you and his heart would race at the sight of your beauty, if it were still beating. The towel hits the ground and Fives takes in the glow of your body. His gaze roams over your curves, as his hands had used to. He’d happily die again, relive all the pain, if he only could feel you this way once more. One step closer…
You smell like – him. Suddenly he can smell again. His soap! You must have used it while showering. His scent on your skin, the memory of long forgone nights. And he sees how you enjoy it. Your eyes are closed, and you take a deep breath.
„Oh Fives…“ his name falls from your lips as you lay on top of your sheets, your eyes still closed, dreaming of him. Your fingertips draw patterns on your skin as you relax and caress yourself. One step closer…
„I’m here my love,“ Fives whispers, suddenly nervous like he was when he first met you. He wants to touch you. Wants to give you those goosebumps you used to have, when it has been his hands giving you tenderness and not your own.
Your small hands cup your breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh, plucking your buds. He sees them harden and his mouth watering at the sight. He wants to taste them so badly. One step closer… and Fives sits down next to you, on the edge of your bed.
„I miss you Fives.“
He’d cry if he only could. But instead he bends forward and places a gentle kiss on your shoulder. It almost feels like it had when he did it in those wild nights he shared with you. At least you shiver just the same.
„Fives…“
He kisses you once more, this time on your collarbone. Your skin beneath his lips, the memory so vivid. Fives can feel the soft tingle and how your breath quickens, almost as if you would feel it, too. Could you.. ?
Your legs fall open and your hand ever so slowly trails down your stomach towards your heated core. He sees the glistening on your folds, feels the heat radiating from you. He missed it for so long.
„Touch yourself my love as I can’t do it myself.“
Your fingertips skim the velvety skin of your sex, applying just the slightest pressure. A quiet sigh falls from your lips at the subtle touch and your pleasure sounds like music in his ears. But then you curl your index finger to explore the inside of your sweet pussy, and he can’t stand the pain of not being able to taste you. The wish that it is him who’s touching you gently and pleasuring you like he used to, becomes overwhelming. And no matter how often he had made love to you before, he won’t ever get enough.
Ever so tenderly he blows a kiss on the inside of your thigh, just above your knee. And another one, a few inches higher. And another… your lips part in silent gasps. When he was still alive he was often in a hurry, giving and taking as much as he could from you in a rush before he had to leave for a new mission. Now he has time to savor you, even if it's just imagination. Hungrily kissing along your sensitive skin and into the apex of your thighs, he inhales your scent and tastes you with slight strokes of his tongue.
“That’s it! That’s my love, tasting as delicious as ever.” Drowning in your sight, your scent, your heat, he whimpers a low groan.
“Fives! Your goatee, it’s tickling…”
“Hmmm. You always liked…” Cautiously he’s shaking his head, letting the hair tickle on your skin, while he watches wondrous and baffled how your fingers play you like an instrument. He brushes his lips along the back of your hand.
“Fives! Stop teasing me! I need to feel you”, you breathe in despair, scraping your fingers over his scalp and pressing him at your entrance.
“Still so impatient”, he chuckles, humming out a content sigh…
And then – suddenly – it hits the both of you…
With a shriek you sit up and stare at him in disbelief. Panic in your eyes! Your heartbeat is so loud, he could easily hear it miles away, his own would be too.
“Who are you? How do you get in here?” you stammer, desperately trying to hide under your covers.
“You can see me?” he asks in astonishment, not sure what suddenly had happened at all.
“Yes?” Was that a question or a statement? You obviously no longer trust your perception.
“Then why do you ask who I am?”
Fives never felt happier than at this very moment. He scared you to death, if he’s reading the reactions of your body properly, but he couldn’t care less. He’s talking to you, long after he has passed away. You see him, you feel him… You are given more time together, although the two of you had no longer expected it anymore.
“Because it can’t be you! I must be dreaming.” Tears start running down your face as you watch him with sad eyes, gazing right into his soul. You hold out your hand and lovingly caress his cheek.
“And if it’s a dream, I never want to wake up again.”
Honestly if he were you, he’d probably think just the same. But even though he is the one manifested in the Force and haunting your place, he still can’t comprehend what is happening? He doesn’t know whether it was a conscious decision to stay, or if it usually works this way. Yet it doesn’t matter.
“It’s not. I’m real, as real as I could be.”
Fives bends forward, chastely kissing your mouth. He smiles, relishing the feel of your lips on his as the soft kiss tingles in his chest. It's leaving him breathless, longing for more…
Time flies by, as the two of you sit there on your bed, holding on to each other, kissing and whispering sweet nothings. Your touch is thrilling and soothing, causing him to feel all light and fuzzy. With every passing moment, the connection gets stronger, more solid. Doubts are fading. If only he could love you…
“Where did you stop?” he purrs seductively some time later.
You are giggling at his question, heat spreading on your cheeks. “I was dreaming of you.” It’s the truth but you leave out the obvious. He doesn’t know why you tease him, with your playfully shown bashfulness. You don’t have to be shy with him. There’s nothing he didn’t already do with you, nothing he doesn’t want to experience with you. But it’s sweet. And you laugh. That alone makes his spirit light.
“Then why don’t you show me once more how you dreamed of me?” His eyes narrow and his lips twist up into a little smirk.
Gracefully you lay down beside him, and let your fingers slide back between your legs, watching his eyes dart to your glistening sex, the place of his desire. A pleading expression on your face, begging him to take care of you. It’s torture, Fives thinks. Unable to fulfill your desires though being so close…
All the nights he spent with you, all the passion you shared. By now he knows exactly how he can make you fall apart. But in this very moment when the hunger in him is unfolding, he feels insecure as if he’s doing this for the very first time as he rolls on top of you. He has to give you the lead, has you to show him what touch you crave for, what sensations please you most.
“I can’t, my love. Yet..” Fives whispers, resting his forehead against yours, nuzzling you tenderly. “But you can do it” he mumbles hotly, his devotion for you obvious in every word.
He can see your pupils dilate, as you slip your fingers back inside you, taking the hint of his own along with them. Fives couldn’t describe the sensation, even if he had to. Your walls are clenching around your fingers, and his, your heat seeping inside him, warming every cell of his non-molecular existence . A selfish desire burns inside him as he wishes to feel the ecstasy himself that’s rushing through you. He can feel your trembles getting stronger, hear your moans getting louder…
“Come for me, my love”, he encourages you in a low voice, thick with desire.
And then the world slips away as you come. You’re moaning as waves of heat shudder your core and your body is rocking and trembling beneath him on its own. The intensity surprises him, dragging him with you over an edge he didn’t know would exist. And the most desperate groan passes his lips, his fist nearly tearing the sheets, as his other hand clutches the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.
Silently crying at the feel of your soft walls around his fingers, your warm breath somehow mingling with his existence, Fives let you capture the remaining shadows of his body’s senses.
His release is not like it used to be. It’s different and unfamiliar. But it’s everything he needs - everything you need – when you lay there in an embrace, still floating in the afterglow.
“I don’t know how, but I make this work for us.” It wasn’t just a promise. It was a declaration of endless love.
“And I swear I’m going to figure out how to get rid of that ghost armor. And then I am going to make love to you till the end of days.”
