Summary: periods suck, but the bad batch is here to help! No smut this time, just comfort from the bestest of bad boys!
A/N: So, I'm on my period (ow), and I wish the batch was here to help... so let's pretend they are! Periods are a roller coaster, so for those who have to deal with one and need a hug from the best bad boys when it gets bad, this is for you! I wrote this as though all the men sorta have a crush on the reader, but it’s not too suggestive, so interpret it however you want!
also, I know I'm the worst at keeping to a predictable writing schedule which makes it hard for people to keep up with my fics when they are posted. And I do remember that I promised more fun with the Right Attire series before anything else - turns out those ones are harder to write than I expected! I promise those are in the works! For now, have a sweet little period comfort fic instead!
Mando’a:
Mesh’la = Beautiful
dividers by @/djarrex
“What’s wrong with you?” Wrecker asks as they return from a market trip and find you curled into a ball around a heating pad, head tucked into your knees, groaning on the couch with a container of pain meds, an empty ice cream container, and an assortment of tissues and tissue boxes scattered across the nearest counter.
All the gents pause for a moment.
“Sabotaged by my baby box…” your voice mumbles from around the pillow you’re currently squashing between your lap and heating pad, unwilling to uncurl to do so.
“Ah, I see.” Says Tech, redirecting his steps from the workbench in the main room to the outdoor one, knowing you like quiet when the pain grips your internal organs like this.
Echo heads straight to the kitchen and starts filling a water bottle.
Hunter sits down next to you and leans you against his side, rubbing your back.
“What?” Asks Wrecker, genuinely confused.
Crosshair chuckles from where he’s leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, and shifts his toothpick to answer. “She’s on her period, Wrecker.” He states it blatantly, much to your dismay. Not that you didn’t just say the same thing in different words, but somehow it’s the delivery that just grates on your nerves. But before you can spiral down that rabbit hole, Wrecker’s voice drags you from your emotional reverie.
“Ooooooohhhhh…. Uh…. Want me to make you a nest?” Wrecker tries.
Echo emerges from the bedrooms, slightly cool water bottle in hand, bowl of fruit under his arm, and a blanket draped over his shoulder, and Tech hot on his heels. “She’s not a bird, Wrecker.”
“Mmmmm, yes please Wreck,” you mumble again, this time from Hunter’s shoulder.
Echo chuckles fondly, “Maybe you are our little bird today.”
“Actually,” Tech’s finger is in the air as he spouts facts, “many mammals also have nesting tendencies. Sometimes it is a child rearing tactic. In many cases it is lumped in with a group of behaviors or time of year, for example hibernation. There is also—“
Chuckling fondly at Tech’s incessant fountain of knowledge, you stretch a hand towards your water bottle on the counter, only to have Tech snatch it away as he stops chatting at you.
“Hey!” You protest, hand going limp on the edge of the table in frustration with a moan of disdain.
“That one’s empty, here,” Echo gently offers, sliding the one he’d just filled into your hand and sitting on your other side.
He and Hunter help you sit up without uncurling to drink the water.
Tech reappears, having deposited the empty water bottle into the kitchen. He stands in front of you with your favorite fuzzy socks, headband, and salty snacks, and a napkin so you can eat where you are.
You give a tired smile, relaxing a bit as they all take the time to help you through the pain. “Thanks guys.”
“We’re not done just yet,” Hunter says, placing a kiss on your temple as he stands up.
You groan at the loss of one of your favorite heaters.
“He will be right back,” Echo whispers into your other ear, pulling you closer.
You hum in answer again as you relax into him.
“Back already,” Hunter plops down beside you again.
You grumble in protest as your comfy seat bounces in response.
“Sorry,” he whispers against your shoulder, his hand sliding into yours. But instead of simply intertwining his fingers with yours you find yours getting wrapped around a crinkly package.
You look down at it, confused, until you notice what it is… your favorite chocolate.
“Hmmmm, you guys spoil me,” you mumble back.
“Hmm, not enough,” he and Echo tell you, wrapping you in the blanket Echo brought and rubbing any part of you that they can reach.
Tech reappears again, having used his brother’s attention on you to disappear yet again without anyone noticing… that is, except Crosshair, who walks beside him carrying an arm full of books.
“We were unsure which one you are reading at the present time, or if there are several, but these were the books I kept a record of you mentioning most recently. Crosshair’s idea.” Tech finishes with a finger pointing to the sky, rather proudly.
Behind them Wrecker appears, almost entirely hidden behind the piles of blankets and pillows he’s collected from your room and his. He pauses, and reshuffles so his mismatched eyes can reappear over the top of the multitude of comforts he carries.
“Where do you wanna be?” He booms excitedly. He always enjoys building nests.
“Where she is, Wrecker. Don’t make her move.” Crosshair tells him, with his usual grumpiness.
Wrecker ignores him, still looking at you with a smile in his eye.
“Na, we need more space than that. We’re all burrowing in with you, Mesh’la,” Hunter instructs. “Move that and we’ll use the floor.”
Wrecker uses one foot to move things out of the way until Echo, and Crosshair get up and help.
Hunter stays put, keeping you upright and warm.
“My Dear,” Tech purrs, “I need you to simply answer yes or no to these questions so that I may make sure we have all necessary items on hand before we settle in.”
You nod, laughing feebly, “I think you already have everything, but ok.”
He lets a small proud smirk grace his lips and launches into a list of symptoms and you diligently answer, knowing he just wants to make you feel better.
20 minutes later and you’re fed and curled up in the middle of 5 caring men, talking softly as you doze off. Your head is in Hunter’s lap as he massages your scalp and shoulders. Echo has your middle where he’s keeping a constant pressure on the heating pad on your abdomen, his hand massaging where your kidneys are to relieve the tension of your body in overdrive. Tech is massaging your feet through the fuzzy socks. Wrecker and Crosshair are spread out in front of you, keeping you in the center of their circle as Crosshair pretends to focus on what’s going on outside the window. Secretly he’s been unwrapping chocolate to feed you whenever you start to seem uncomfortable again. Tucked beneath your arm as you doze, is the book Crosshair pulled from the pile for you at your request. It’s quickly joined by Lula as Wrecker winks at you as he animatedly tells a story from when he walked Omega to Shep’s house for a sleepover this morning.
“Sleep,” Crosshair whispers to you around his toothpick, “We’re not going anywhere.”
Tucked between your favorite men in the galaxy, you drift off to a peaceful, relatively pain free, nap. By the time you fall asleep, one hand is tangled in Crosshair’s loose grip, and one in Wrecker’s.
Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it! And NO dropping it into an AI to finish it for me! That’s stealing my work and feeding it to an AI without my consent. It is not okay to give an AI something you didn’t write yourself!
A/N: This was too cute to resist writing, I need this in my life,,
Echo yawns, walking into the mess hall with messy hair and sleep still in his eyes. He couldn’t believe he was still awake when his alarm went off. He hadn’t slept at all! There are multiple reasons for this, really; first off is that he was focused on his paperwork. He had many reports to finish and he was determined to color code them all. Secondly is that when he did lay down to sleep his stupid kriffin’ best friend was snoring so loudly it made Echo wince. So he just got up and began on his work again, telling himself that he’d so sleep later. What a lie.
“Woah, vod, you lookin’ rough there.” Fives laughs with furrowed brows, a grin and mouthful of food.
Echo deadpans him, not having enough energy to shout at him like usual, so he just starts grumbling Mando’an curse words under his breath as he sits down. Grabbing Fives’ mug of kaff and letting his head fall against the goateed males shoulder, he sips at it with closed eyes, more life slowly coming to his face the more of the warm liquid he drank. But he still looked like a zombie.
“Hi and good morning, Fives!” Was the cheerful voice of (Y/n) as she plopped her tray of food down on the table with a clank, the biggest smile on the mechanics face.
“Mornin’, (N/n).” Fives nods with a smile back, continuing to eat his food.
(Y/n) was one of the 501st best mechanic’s. She could work with metal, technical hardware and anything else you could imagine. Even if she didn’t specialize in it she learnt fast, so she could pick it up and master it for you in at least a day. She’s also a very cheerful person, loud, enthusiastic and-
“Good morning, handsome.” She purrs, throwing a playful grin Echo’s way.
Very flirty.
All Echo could do is muster up a small, quiet snort. The tips of his ears gaining a red hue like usual. He never really knew how to respond to her flirtatious comments, beings that she was the only one saying such things, but this morning was odd because he knew that he looked like a total wreck.
Fives laughs and elbows him, getting the same kick out of it like he always did, looking down to his half asleep best friend who’s eyes were half lidded now and set on the girls bright face.
“Gorgeous as ever, but it’s not surprising to me, truly, you are an angel. Aren’t you?” She adds, that special look in her eye. He loved how smooth her voice was when she did this. He loved how her eyes would sparkle, the brightness of the (e/c) intensifying, how the beautiful color of her eyes could get any brighter was a mystery to the clone.
Looking at (Y/n) curiously with the corners of his lips pulled upwards, he lets out a breathy laugh. “Am I?”
She pauses, certainly not expecting him to come back and actually answer her, it was unusual but not bad. It gave her more opportunities to throw pick up lines in their conversations. Recovering quickly with a large grin and wink, she leans on the table. “I sure think so. Because your body is heavenly.”
Barely setting the cup of kaff on the table before, Echo falls over in laughter, gripping his stomach he was laughing so hard. Tears prick the edges of his eyes as he looks back up at the shocked girl, gasping for breath.
Well that’s never happened before. The (h/c) haired girl ponders.
“I look like a mess! I didn’t sleep at all last night, I have stubble and my hair looks like someone mauled it. How could you say I look good this morning?” He shakes his head, a sad smile etching it’s way onto his lips.
Looking down, her voice soft and genuine, she sighs. “It’s because I believe it, Echo. I like the sleepy look on your face, I like the soft hue of your eyes, not to mention the sparkle, good Lord. I love it when your hair is all messy, I love it when you laugh, I love.. I love everything about you.”
Echo’s eyes get wide, his blush deepening. “I, you, I just thought that you were flirting because you and Fives made some kind of scheme or, something, like that.”
“Nope.” (Y/n) chuckles and looks up at him, a soft look adorning her features. Pink spreading across her soft cheeks when she meets his deep brown eyes, not being able to resist the amount of adorableness he radiates. “I really mean every pick up line I say. Admittedly, I did get behind and Fives here supplied me with some for a short amount of time-”
“That’s why they were extra cringey last week.”
“But I do this as a way, erm, as a shy way of telling you how handsome I think you are.” She slowly smiles and lets a small chuckle escape her lips, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.
Echo’s face drops in thought, then lights up like the night sky, his brown eyes sparkling as a huge grin morphs onto his features. “So you really like me?”
Scrunching her face up in confusion she tilts her head, “Yea, I thought I’d made that pretty clear befo-”
“Because I like you a lot too.” He shyly adds, continuing to smile at you.
You both blushing now and looking into each others eyes, you get lost. Not knowing how much time had passed anymore. You could just sit here forever and look into his never ending, kind eyes. There’s so much emotion in there, he’s so sweet and deep, and you can see that through his eyes. The smile that flashes across his face is so soft it makes you giggle.
Fives looks at you then his vod. Then you. And his vod. You. His vod. You. His vod. You. His vod. Groaning and scrunching his face up in mock disgust, he crosses his arms. Grumbling some things for a moment before drawing in a deep breath.
“CAPTAINNNNNNNN!! ECHO AND (Y/N) ARE DOING WEIRD THINGS AGAIN!!!”
This was entirely inspired by this fanart of Echo doing a pinup pose by @el-niphrendil… hope that’s okay with you, friend! It’s one of my favorites on here!
Summary: Echo’s mischievous, younger self may or may not have done some flirtatious things… some remnants of which may or may not be discovered by his parter, and one thing leads to another…
TWs: this is basically pure smut with a touch of plot as a lead in; reader admits to have too small of a mouth to truly eat him out, but it’s just a short mention at the end; echo is a bit self conscious about his post-Skako body, but once he gets going he’s insatiable! Very NSFW! Smut with plot, basically… also reader is self conscious because she can’t fit him into her mouth, but Echo is always encouraging and they find a way to make it work! And remember, irl, wrap it before you tap it, folks!
Somehow you found it, hidden on his datapad when he gave it to you so you could look for something for the upcoming mission. You didn’t even know he had it, let alone that he once did something like that.
You’ve been staring at the photo, jaw on the floor for some time now. Still amazed that this is your boyfriend, and damn does he look hot!
he enters the room before you’ve noticed and asks what you’re looking at, having only seen your back.
You quickly lock the datapad, tucking it into your chest for good measure. “Nothing!” You quickly cover, effectively doing the exact opposite of what you hope. As the failure to hide the fact that he caught you dawns on your slow-to-catch-up mind, heat rushing to your face.
Echo sighs, his expression growing weary. “Wish I could inspire a look like that from you, Love. I just don’t have that part of me left.” He sighs.
You stare at his aghast. So He doesn’t know what one look at him does to you every single day you’ve been togther!
He turns to leave the room, a defeated slump in his shoulders.
And it kicks you back into gear. You grab his shoulder and hold out the datapad, showing him the picture of him that you were staring at.
His complexion suddenly goes through a variety of colors. First pale, at his shock that you found that. He didn’t even know he still had it. Then pink, realizing you were staring at him, and then a slight green tinge colors his face, afraid that you’d realize what he lost.
“Actually, you can. And you do. Everyday!” You tell him. “But I had no idea that you had a wild side to you! Where’s that been hiding?”
He chuckles nervously, “That might have died at the citadel, Love. Lost it when I lost the rest of me.” He’s looking at the floor, unable to look at you.
“Well, if the mischief maker that dares Omega to race is still in there, I bet the wild side is too. Perhaps we can find a way to bring it back out, huh?”
“But I don’t look like that anymore, Ill just disappoint you. I can’t even get it up anymore…”
You lean in and nibble on the spot just below his ear, “Maybe… I could…” you suggest, suggestively, lips teasing his hunger for you.
Echo’s arms tightened around you when your lips close on his neck, and he groans.
You back him into a wall, and lean on him, pinning him in place. Though, pinned is more figurative than anything. He could easily push you off or simply pick you up and put you somewhere you weren’t crowding him if he wanted to.
“Tell me about this day,” you gesture with the datapad, “Tell me about what inspired you to do it, what was on your mind to make your smirk like that, and let me help you take off those clothes. You look more muscular now than you did in that picture, I’ll give you that.” You trace a finger over the bulge of his arm, of pure muscle. “And tell me what you wanted to come from posing for something like this, and if you still want that. We can find that spark again, Love. Even if it’s a little different now. I bet it’s still there. I bet it still teases you with lust-filled dreams at night.”
“Mmmmm, they’re better now. The dreams. Now they feature the woman of my dreams.” He smirks, trying to let go and love you the way he wants to.
You giggle and nuzzle into his neck and chest.
He wraps his arms around you with a pleasant hum.
“What do you like so much about this?” He gestures to the datapad.
“Hmm”, you take a moment to look at it, biting your lip as your eyes trail hungrily over the photo. “Well, aside from the fact that you’re barely wearing anything,” you smirk, “I like the tattoo… I like the look in your eye… I like the pose… and I must say what you’re doing with the belt is especially enticing…” you trail off, eyes glazing over slightly as you continue to ponder the photo and what it makes you want to do.
Echo just stares at you, jaw on the floor. Takes him a moment for his thoughts to catch up to the real world. “Well… I can’t say the belt was particularly comfortable there. It did sorta chafe and pinch a bit.”
“Ouch,” you acknowledge, shifting in his arms.
but he doesn’t realize what you are up to until he feels your soft hand cup his groin through his blacks.
Echo inhales sharply, looking down at you with awe and swallowing hard.
“Seems like it still aches, just thinking about it?” You ask playfully, looking up at him to make sure he’s okay with your touch.
Echo has lost his voice. He tries to use it, but nothing comes out, and he finds himself needing to pick his jaw up off the floor yet again. So instead he grips you tighter, eyes wide with hope, and he nods, not sure what you’re going to do next, but knowing he will very likely enjoy it.
“Maybe I can help with that too, my brave and handsome trooper,” you whisper against his cheek.
Echo’s eyes drift closed and he shivers at your boldness.
Your free hand drifts up to the back of his neck, encouraging him to lean his head against yours in a keldable kiss as you rub the back of his neck.
Your other hand remains between his legs, gently massaging up and down his length through his blacks. And then sliding down to caress his balls.
Echo’s arms tighten around your waist and he groans, turning to press a long kiss into your cheek.
You hum contentedly, gripping just a bit tighter and rubbing just a bit firmer.
He tries to keep from bucking into your palm, but he’s not entirely successful. Especially with you so willingly touching him like this.
“I could kiss it better?” You offer.
Echo’s head shoots up, his eyes wide and excited, “You — uh, you don’t have to,” his cheeks flush with heat at the notion of your lips on his most sensitive parts.
“But what if I want to?” You whisper back, lips achingly close to his.
Echo can barely process your proximity, let alone what you just said. And he can only think of one answer… his lips crash into yours as his hand cups the back of your neck.
You immediately return the kiss, opening willingly as he licks your lips, and groaning into his mouth.
“Need you,” he mumbles against your lips. “Bedroom?”
You beam up at him, sneak one more kiss onto the corner of his lips, and turn to lead the way, his hand gripped tightly in yours.
But before you can even take a step, you’re swept off your feet as Echo scoops you into his arms.
“Please, allow me,” his chivalrous, flirtatious side surfaces, eager to do something sweet for you after your all too sensual handjob.
He carries you away, and you wrap your arms around his neck. When he hastily swats the controls to close the door, you let your lips find his neck.
He groans, trying to focus long enough to actually reach the bed to settle you both into it. Though the temptation to take you on the floor is strong, but he knows his back needs a soft bed, and you deserve the comforts of one.
Finally he finds the bed with his knees and scrambles onto it, still cradling you in his arms as you suck passionately at a spot on his neck that’s driving him wild.
He settles on top of you, pressing you hungrily into the bed with a deep kiss as he finds his place between your legs.
He starts tugging at the hems of your clothes but you stop him.
“Na, uh. This is about you, handsome,” you whisper, trailing kisses down his neck to distract him.
Echo’s groan turns to a grunt of surprise as you flip him onto his back.
“But—“ he starts to protest.
You seal his lips with your own, licking into his mouth and stealing all his coherent thoughts away.
You smirk down at him when you break away, panting. “Let’s get those clothes off you, Babe,” you instruct, but Echo is putty in your hands as you unfasten the last vestiges of armor he’s still wearing today, quickly tugging the tops of his blacks open and running your hands all over his chest.
Echo watches, enraptured, as his armor is discarded and his upper half laid bare for you as you lean down to trail kisses from his earlobe - where you whisper about kissing his manhood, and anything else that hurt - down his neck and across his chest to the remnants of the blue handprint tattoo over his right pec. There you kiss around the periphery of it, and then follow the scar that emanates from his missing arm through the middle of the tattoo, and lick his nipple.
Echo tries to resist curling around you but is unsuccessful, and you hum affectionately into his chest as you continue to suck on his nipple.
Then your lips trail down towards his abs as your hands once again cup his length and balls.
Echo’s mouth falls open as he groans again, knowing he is fully yours now. His hand finds your neck and rubs it sweetly.
As your lips trail over his abdomen, your lips brush the cool metal of the rivets adorning his middle and you pause to look at them.
Echo looks down and turns away, embarrassed, “I know. They can’t get rid of them. I asked if they could, but—“ but again he is cut short by your lips as you make eye contact and kiss every single rivet on his abs and chest.
And then you smirk up at him and lick around one, Echo throws his head back, his hand on the back of your neck twitching.
So you lick and suck lightly on each and every one… and then trace the groves of his abdomen with your tongue.
And by the time he has forgotten your original goal, your hand that continues to caress his length and balls slips up to fiddle with the fastener on his pants.
He is reminded of where you are heading with this when you break away from his abs to eagerly and hastily pull open his pants and begin tugging both his pants and undergarments off his hips.
Panting hard, Echo can only comply with your eagerness, lifting his hips for you to take his pants off far faster than he expected.
As you turn back, you press a gentle kiss to the head of his cock, where it is starting to stand proudly at your ministrations.
You look up at him and smile brightly, surging forward to press him back into the pillows with a fervent kiss as you shift to lay so that you have direct access to his hips and groin.
And then you break away from his kiss with a mischevious smile and settle yourself at his hips looking at his cock like it’s a priceless statue in a museum you’ve been dying to visit.
“Couldn’t get it up, huh?” You tease, “I think we’ve found a solution to that problem, Love.” You tell him with a smile, catching his eye before you lean forward and place a soft, quick kiss on the side of his cock.
Echo moans, your lips felt so soft!
You softly trace a finger up and down the underside of his cock, and feel his hand grip the inside of your upper thigh. Encouraged, you cup his length in your hand as you place chaste kisses from the tip slowly all the way down his length. Then it’s your turn to grasp his inner thigh and prop his legs open for you.
Echo is in heaven and his noises are music to your ears. You can’t help but lick your lips at the excitement of it all.
You scooch forward to position your head between his legs and press a wet kiss to the spave just between his length and balls.
Echo props himself up on his elbows, gasping loudly, an excited look in his eyes.
So you look him in the eye, quirk your brow, and lick a long stripe from that spot up his length, and around the tip to collect the precum leaking from him on your tongue.
Echo can’t believe it as you swallow and bite your lip, hungrily.
Out of view, he feels the hand he ccan’t see fondling his balls again, and he can’t help but grind into you just a bit.
You smile and chuckle playfully, peppering kisses all over his cock, especially the head… quickly followed by kitten licks leading down, down, slowly, until you reach his testicles, and licking and kissing every inch of them too.
Echo’s strong arms tremble, struggling to keep him propped up at your ministrations.
And then you’re licking around the rim at the tip, letting one hand return to his testicles and the other stroke slowly up and down his length. It’s once you lick back over the tip, letting your eyes close at the taste of him that he finds he needs to let go.
“Babe, I — nnnnnngh — I’m gonn— aaahhhh!” Echo can barely get the words out.
“Where do you want—?” You ask, gently.
“Let it paint me, not your pretty face,” his voice is strained and fast as he tries to give you time to pull back. He beckons you towards his chest with his scomp.
You smile, and position yourself over his chest hungrily meeting his kiss with fire and all the enthusiasm you can muster. With one hand you gently run up and down his length, and over the tip, pausing to massage the wetness there.
Echo’s hand tangles into your hair as he cums loudly, never breaking the kiss as you coax him back to his senses.
His head falls bck onto the pillows as he pants, looking at you like he’s never been so in love before.
You take the time to lick the warm ropes of his seed from your hand, as you watchi him.
“Stars, Mesh’la,” he gasps. “Fuck! That was hot!”
He peppers kisses across your cheeks and nose as you finish sucking his release from your fingers.
He chuckles fondly, “You didn’t even put me in your mouth, and you didn’t need to. Kriff that — I —- Wow!” He lays back, just looking at you for a moment.
You smile back, “I’m glad I didn’t need to, I’m a bit too small to do that comfortably to anyone,”
Echo chuckles again, “Well, you don’t need to anyways!”
You hide in his shoulder, grinning.
“I’m still curious what convinced you to take that photo, and what was on your mind when you were posing for it.”
Echo grinned smugly, “honestly my Brother’s and I did that when we were a little too wild one shoreleave. It was Fives idea… he even got Rex to do one! At the time I was just hoping I’d get a chance to find a sweet, but wild woman who wanted to be at my side if I survived the war…”
You hummed, and kissed his cheek. “The look on your face suggests there may have been a few more wild ideas you had in mind at the time?” You prompt.
he sighs, “I can’t hide anything from you,” he chuckles, surprisingly grateful to be called out. “I, uh… always wanted to use my strength to… uh, take a woman standing up,” he admits, sheepishly.
“OoooOOOOOooh!” The gleam in your eye encouraging him to want to try it with you, tonight.
He rests a hand on your hair, applying just enough pressure to encourage you to lean forward and kiss him once more. He rewards you with a deep kiss, tongues tangling to learn each other’s taste by heart.
“I thought I’d gotten rid of every copy of that holo after Skako… I’m guessing Rex snuck it onto my datapad in the hope that you’d find it after I told him about you… guess I owe him thanks now.” He smiled, brushing your hair from your face. A wild look takes over his features as he smirks at you. “Your turn.” He whispers, flipping himself on top of you.
Your surprised gasp, breaks into a grin as you throw your head back and laugh with joy. “You don’t have to, Babe,” you tell him.
“Nonsense,” he’s already trailing kisses across every inch of skin he can find. “I really want to ask you to ride me, but after your magic touch brought back something I thought was gone forever, I think you need some attention first. Let’s get your clothes off,” his hand and scomp are readily stripping you of your clothes as quickly and eagerly as you did for him. And he’s thrilled at the way you giggle happily beneath him as your body is revealed to his soft touches and wanting lips.
…and yet he still won’t let you ride him until you’ve cum on his tongue and he’s gotten a chance to take you standing up, thrusting up into you with your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he stares deep into your eyes…
Please don’t steal my work! I pour my heart into these so if you like it please reblog to share instead of reposting it! And NO dropping it into an AI to finish it for me! That’s stealing my work and feeding it to an AI without my consent. It is not okay to give an AI something you didn’t write yourself!
TBB Echo x femaleMandalorian!reader
(mostly pronouns and attire in this part, that will change in part 2!)
Word Count: ~2k
Summary: maybe this IS more of a summer fic, but who cares? I like summer! Holiday season ain't my thing, so imma pretend it's summer again! HAHAHAHAHA!!! So, here’s a fic where it’s so hot outside, it inspires a little heat inside too! ;P
TW: Echo is self-conscious, kinda a given; also, it’s flirty and out-of-practice Echo! Nothing too serious in this part tho! But part 2 WILL be smut! And please note, I am NOT a medic nor doctor of that variety, BUT this stems from my experience living in a desert, so it’s not 100% accurate on what you should do in the heat, but the note about not drinking cold water in excessive heat is a real thing! Wanted to include that in there for funsies!
helmet banners thanks to the one and only @/djarrex!
This planet was hot. Really hot. Even in the shade it was easy to overheat. So, naturally, this had to be the planet where the ship’s AC nearly went out. It sorta was getting overworked in this environment. And since they didn’t know if this planet was okay with clones, Tech had parked the ship out of view a little ways away from the entirely-indoor city.
The others were out collecting data for Rex. Except for Tech, who was in the nearest marketplace, acquiring parts. But they needed two people to work on the repairs until Tech got back with the rest of the parts. Naturally, that became Echo and his partner.
Echo was outside, doing his best to repair the exterior of the ship, where the Imperials had been kind enough to leave a few new blaster burns… right next to the life support quick repair hatch… clearly these Imperials knew what they were doing. Which is what landed the Maurader here, on a desolate planet the Imperials didn’t want. Actually, most people didn’t want it, it was mostly devoid of life, except for the one spaceport-focused town the rest of the team were currently scavenging for intel and parts.
Before he had left, Tech had warned not to stay outside for long periods of time. It was too hot here for the human body to withstand the heat for more than an hour or so at a time.
Or in other words, so hot that even Echo had shed his shirt. Echo, the man who struggled to explore a physical relationship because he still hated what the Techno Union had done to him.
And DAMN was shirtless Echo hot! And not just because it was hot outside. It was evident that Echo had made a point to do more than just get his strength back. Watching him work inside a panel at eye level gave the woman he loved a good view as she came out to bring him a part and hydration.
She paused for a split second as her brain restarted, short circuited by the toned muscles flexing ahead of her. The way his abs moved with every shift of his arms, flexing beneath a smattering of scars that clearly bore the stories of many battles, left her jaw on the floor.
“I’ll be in in a minute, I promise. Just a few more things I can do to reinforce this until Tech get’s back,” Echo’s voice echoed out of the side of the ship.
She shook herself back to reality and continued towards him, folding her hands, and the objects held in them, behind her back. “I’ll hold you to that minute, Corporal. In the meantime though, the part you asked for is in my pocket.”
Echo emerged from the side of the ship, confused that she didn’t just hand him the piece.
“There’s my handsome trooper,” she smiled, “come here for a second.”
Echo obediently extracted himself from the panel and approached his partner.
As he did so, she finally revealed the objects she’d been hiding behind her back. A wet towel, so laden with water it left drips in the desert sand at their feet, and a canteen.
“Mmmmmmm, you’re my savior,” he teased, “please tell me those are cold.”
She laughed. “You know drinking cold water won’t help you drink enough to stay hydrated, no matter how appealing it sounds. So the water bottle is just cool, but the towel is colder, and that’s for the rest of you.”
She handed him the water bottle as he approached, and leaned in for a quick kiss.
Echo quickly raised the water bottle and downed half of it in just a few gulps.
While he refueled, she stepped behind him and rubbed the cool, sopping wet towel, over his neck and shoulders and back. Then completing a circle around him, returned to his front to run it over his chest, and taking a tad longer to rub it over his abs to commit the sight and feel to memory in case this was a one-off.
Echo chuckled as he finished off the water bottle, “What are you doing down there, Love?”
“Just cooling you off, Handsome,” she said, straightening again, hiding a smirk, and stepping up to him for another chaste kiss. “One more minute, soldier, then back inside.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Echo looked straight into her eyes when he said it, a spark in his own, despite the heat outside.
She took back the water bottle and stood still, allowing him to retrieve the part from her pocket, and with one last kiss, she retreated back inside.
Echo watched her go, enjoying the view. The heat had left her in a pair of short shorts and sports bra, leaving little to the imagination. The sooner he could get back inside to that, the better, he decided, turning back to his work.
Behind Echo’s sweaty form, the door closed. As his eyes adjusted to the lower light levels, they sought his loving partner. But her eyes weren’t looking up at him, they looked down, and she was biting her lip as though she was holding back from something.
“That grossly sweaty, huh? I’ll take a quick shower, be right back,” he laughed, slipping past her with a peck to her cheek in passing.
“Hmmm?” She looked up, surprised at getting caught, but he was already entering the fresher.
Truth be told, she’d gotten distracted watching a drop of sweat run down his abs, emphasizing every curve…and she’d been holding back from licking it off…
When he came out of the fresher, a new set of clothes on, he found her at a console, running diagnostics on the patchwork repairs he’d done outside. She was still showing off a canvas of skin that Echo wanted nothing more than to paint with his love, and leave marks on so the others would know not to touch what was his.
“Feel better?” She asked, not taking her eyes off the screen, wanting to finish quickly so she could get back to her handsome partner.
Echo came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her exposed midriff, humming a response as his lips found her neck.
“You should wear this more often,” he mumbled into her skin as he gripped her, tight.
She laughed and spun in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. “Aww, but you put a shirt back on!”
He laughed, “it’s better this way, then no one has to see it.”
“See what? How toned your abs are? So no one can ask about the story behind each scar? Or watch you do a one-handed push-up or pull-up?”
Echo let out a snort, “As if anyone would be interested in the battle scars and their stories on a mere clone.” He said it with disdain, and she knew it was because he thought she could do better with any of his brothers because they weren’t missing so many pieces, or anyone else in the galaxy. Echo always was very hard on himself.
“Echo, I’m a Mandalorian! Battle stories and scars are very important to my culture. The more one survives, the more hallowed the warrior! Take your shirt off and tell me the story of each scar you remember, and I’ll let you do the same on me.”
Echo was preparing to laugh, but found his mind was a blank slate by the end of her statement. Had she just offered to remove her clothes for him? Was this normal for everyone to do in her culture, or was it actually as intimate as it sounded? Echo blinked at her in shock, mind scrambling to figure out what to do or say in response. She also wanted him to take his clothes off for her. He’d never wanted to as badly as he did in that moment.
“Is that…. Umm… Mando… Mandalorian culture?” It had been a long time since Echo had had this much difficulty stringing a sentence together. He wasn’t even sure if the words he’d used actually made a coherent sentence or were just discombobulated thoughts when they came out, like the ones currently floating through his head. He felt like a shiny seeing a pretty girl at a bar for the first time all over again.
She giggled. “Yeah, telling stories of battles past is one of the best ways to pass the time for a Mandalorian… Though, only those closest to us know which scar comes from which battle. We don’t often let others see what’s beneath the armor,” she admitted, a little shy, hiding in his neck, and giving him an opportunity to get his thoughts together.
“Yes,” Echo muttered, barely able to find his voice. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
She looked up at him. He was nodding rapidly. She smiled, and found his lips crashing into hers, as he kissed her hungrily.
Echo’s mind raced. If the computer hadn’t been running such important diagnostics, he would have taken her on that console, without hesitation. Instead, he pinned her against the bulkhead as she smiled against his lips at his enthusiasm.
“Wait,” Echo pulled back for a moment, “but earlier when you looked at me when I was all sweaty…” he looked at her with a question on his brow.
“Oh, that, uhhhh, I wanted to… um… it sounds silly, it’s nothing…”
“So I really was that gross and sweaty, huh?” He cringes, bracing for bad news.
“NO! No! Actually, I really wanted to… *sigh*, I don’t know why this is so hard to say… I wanted to… to lick… your abs…. I, uh, still want to, actually… if you’re ok with that?”
Once again Echo errored out, finding himself only capable of kissing her with a fervor he didn’t know he had anymore.
She groaned into the kiss, and wrapped a leg around his hips.
Echo’s hand flew to hold it to him. He enjoyed the soft warmth of her thigh, peppered with scars he could trace with his eyes closed. He longed to know the tale of each and every one of them. And he coudn’t wait any longer. He used his scomp arm to scoop her off the ground, his flesh hand gripping her waist, and carry her to his bunk.
Once there, he hastily climbed in, and gently deposited her on the soft pillows.
She detached enough to practically rip the shirt from his body, and shimmy her way down his body, still underneath him.
“What are y—hnnnng” he groaned as she licked a stripe up his abdomen. His eyes widened, as he peered down at her beneath him. He cursed himself for forgetting that comment. He’d been so caught up in being lucky enough to see even more of her. She smiled up at him, seductively, then went back to slowly tracing the edges of every muscle of his abs with her tongue. Echo’s arms began to shake as she nipped at him between licks.
With a final, sloppy kiss to his belly button, she slipped down between his legs even farther. A sly laugh the only warning before she pressed her lips to the wet spot at his tip, and used his moment of surprise and her battle hardened muscles to flip him onto his back.
She hummed with delight, nestling herself between his legs, arms crossed over his hips, hands resting atop his member as she looked up at him, feet kicking in the air behind her.
Echo lay there for a moment, just watching her, stunned, before summoning the energy to prop himself up on his elbows.
She leaned forward and kissed his abs again as his hips pivoted beneath her. Letting her eyes and fingers begin to trace out the patterns of scars decorating his body.
“You promised to tell me the stories of your battle scars, Handsome.”
Echo chuckled, decidedly out of breath, “who could say no to you, especially after all that, Mesh’la!”
She smiled, and squeezed the hand that still rested over his member ever so slightly.
Echo moaned again. “Nnnnn— as much as I love the feeling, and the view, of you between my legs, I really need yours up here.” He patted the bed by his side. “Let me love you too, Mesh’la!”
She giggled, and readjusted, with one final caress and kiss to his length...
.......keep an eye out for a pure smut part 2!!!
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Word Count: ~6k (hehehehehe! Here there be pure smut, friends!)
Summary: Echo and the classic ‘night at the gala’ trope, continued. What a fun way to start a relationship with a sweet, flirty trooper like Echo. Corporal, ‘fix it all and flirt the whole way’ is your date for tonight, and he’s more than ready to take it all the way!
TW: Again, 100% pure smut! PiV (wrap it before you tap it irl kids), pull out method (not advised irl), orals (f receiving), reader is a bit self-conscious of her own body (Echo does his best to reassure her), Echo being flirty and confident because he knows the reality of yolo
A/N: who needs plot when you’ve got a man like Echo! No minors allowed! 18+ only! Purely self-indulgent. Echo can have the exact same kinds of love that the other boys can! And with a man as confident and dedicated as Echo, why would you want anyone else! This is also the first time I've written and posted actual smut... I hope you like it!
Echo dividers by @/djarrex, hyperspace banners are my own
Now at the hotel for the night, the pair continue to let their hearts dance closer and closer.
“I never did get a chance to ask you to dance, my Starlight.” Echo offers, tugging her heels from her hand, dropping them in a chair, and returning his hands to her waist.
“I’m no good at dancing,” she mutters, slightly nervous and put out.
“Nonsense, it’s just a chance to hold you close, skill doesn’t matter to me. Here,” he scoops up her hand and twirls her on the spot.
“See? Easy, I’ll lead, just hold on to me. Besides,” he leans closer, to whisper mischeviously in her ear, “there’s no one here to watch, and I don’t have any skill at it either. I just want an excuse to hold you close and see your radiant joy again.”
She giggles and hides in his shoulder.
His arms settle loosely around her waist, and he ever so gently coaxes her to sway and move around the room in small circles.
She relaxes a bit, nuzzling into his shoulder instead of hiding in it.
Echo steals a moment to place a soft kiss on her hair as they sway and swirl around the room.
She raises her head, a dreamy look in her eyes as they dart between meeting his and stealing glances at his lips.
Their steps slow as their focus shifts, neither is sure when exactly their feet stop moving and they stand still, only that it means their lips meet in a dance of their own.
After a moment, they break apart to stare deep into each other’s eyes.
“My Starlight,” Echo whispers. Her attention is drawn to his lips, and the nervousness reappears.
“Oops, maybe I should take the makeup off before it makes a mess of us both.”
Echo smirks, “if that’s what you want.” He’s eager to see her face without all the getup again. Just her, the way he’s most familiar with her everyday in her armor. The way he’s dreamed of her late at night when everyone is asleep.
She tugs him into the bathroom to clean the lipstick that transferred onto him, then reluctantly ushers him out so they can both change into something a little more comfortable.
She takes off the makeup, and lets her hair loose, then needs help with the dress.
And he’s sitting on the bed with his bow tie undone and shirt unbuttoned and untucked. Belt draped over a nearby chair atop his jacket.
As she reappears in the fresher doorway, he can tell she’s a little self conscious after taking the makeup off.
But Echo looks up with a relieved smile and instantly compliments how nice it is to see the real her without the makeup.
“It was nice to be considered pretty for once”, she says.
But Echo prefers her without makeup, and made it his business to tell her as much. “You don’t need it, I finds her natural beauty even more stunning without it.” His tone and eyes reflecting his genuine nature.
Though, for now he keeps to himself how the dark color of her lipstick had made him aware of the finer details of how her lips moved that he hadn’t noticed before. But he was even more entranced watching those movements without the lipstick now. Knowing that he, and he alone could see those subtleties in the way she moved and the expressions she made.
She doesn’t know how to respond, so instead she turns her attention back to getting the dress off. Besides, he’s made her a little hot and bothered now, perhaps he’s earned a chance to see her with a little less on?
Then she turns, shifts her hair so she can still see him, and directs him to the fasteners on the dress.
His scomp sits on her waist, anchoring them to each other.
That’s when he notices she’s still wearing the belt.
He tenderly traces the belt around her waist, peering over her shoulder, careful not to look down her top, just to find the clip with his handprint on it. One finger slips beneath the belt so he can grip the clip with one hand, and he unfastens it.
As the belt slips away from her hips, he lifts the clip higher so he can look at it. He rests his chin on her shoulder, and rubs his thumb over the handprint shape. He’s dying to know how she found out about his symbol from his old unit. Or if it’s merely a coincidence? It can’t be, it’s too well coordinated with his old color. But that’s a question for later. Right now, he just wants her.
Instead he simply raises an eyebrow and shifts his eyes to her, to ask if she knew what the symbol meant to him. Her cheek brushes against his and she shyly looks away, smiling at the floor. So she did know. Well, it worked like a charm. His heart was already hers, but everything that happened tonight simply solidified that.
So he presses a kiss into her cheek, and squeezes her tight before reluctantly leaning back to look for the fastener of the dress.
He finds the fastener on the back of one hip, and places his hand over it. He leans forward again, his lips near her ear to ask a quiet, “May I?” While pressing another kiss into her cheek.
Her cheeks warm, and she smiles, nodding.
This time he simply rotates one shoulder back to examine the clasp, keeping as much of their bodies in contact as he can. What do ya know, the clasp is easy to undo with one hand, and the dress begins to unravel, exposing her back to him.
He can’t help but brush his knuckles against the soft skin of her back on it’s way back up to her shoulder, but his hand never quite reaches her shoulder…
“Don’t stop” she whispers, eyes drifting closed.
She can feel his breath on her neck as he takes a moment to prepare himself, then allows the tips of his fingers to ghost over her skin. He adds one finger at a time, each one feather light and smooth. His fingers find the edges of the exposed skin, but respectfully avoid dancing beyond the limit of what he can see.
Her brow furrows, but her eyes remain closed. She hums, searching for a way to tell him what she is hoping for. “Like you did in the gardens,” she manages as the back of his fingers continue to glide across her skin.
“Like this?” He checks, allowing his ring finger and pinky to slip beneath the fabric hanging loosely from her shoulders.
“Yes!” she breathes. He’s happy to see her brow is no longer creased.
“If that’s what you wish, My Starlight, then you shall have it.” The press of his hand becomes a little more firm, as his palm flattens against her and explores around her back. Slipping to her shoulders, he massages a bit, then finds his fingers already under the straps there. Using his thumb, he hesitantly pushes the strap off of his fingers a bit.
“What if we—?“ he begins, starting to push the strap off of her shoulder just a bit.
She can only nod and relax her shoulder, allowing him to slip it off a little easier.
Echo is sure he’s fallen asleep and is in the middle of the best kind of dream. She’s letting him remove her clothes!
He ever so gently slips his scomp link around her beneath the now loose material and runs the cold metal up her side to her shoulder. She gasps in pleasure and shivers again! Echo is in heaven.
“Would you allow me to remove this one too?” He queries, scomp holding steady near her shoulder, but ready to retract it should she say no. “I won’t take it personally if you say no, Sweetheart. I promise,” He whispers. Consent means everything to this man. He knows first hand what it is like to not get a say in something to be done to his own body and would never inflict that upon anyone.
“Don’t stop now,” her breathy voice does things to him, he discovers.
Slow enough that she could easily stop him if she changed her mind, he eases the strap off her shoulder and lets the fabric fall to the floor, pooling like stars reflected in a lake at her feet.
He holds his breath, realizing there’s no binder strap at her back nor shoulders.
She shifts a bit, arms covering her chest, and he can tell it’s from nerves. So he immediately jumps into action, doing everything he can think of to soothe her mind.
He leans forward and presses his lips to the back of her neck, and she gasps. It’s music to his ears.
His scomp arm returns to her waist, wrapping delicately around her front, and pulling her back to his chest. His other arm doing the same, but angled upwards at the elbow, across her chest, wrist happily settling between her breasts, hand sliding into place along her collarbone, just below the spot where her shoulder meets her neck.
Meanwhile, his lips leave more and more open-mouthed kisses down her neck and trailing across her shoulders.
She tilts her head to one side, exposing her neck to him, and he rewards her communicative nature with more passionate kisses, pressing her firmly into his chest, hand beginning to wander towards her breasts.
Finally he breaks away from kissing and sucking on her neck to look down at her body, exposed for his eyes only!
“Oh, Mesh’la!” He croons in her ear, she can feel him shiver as his eyes light up, hand finding her breast and squeezing a bit. “You are a sight for sore eyes!”
She clings to his arm at her waist, her other arm snaking behind her to the back of his neck
“Echo!” She breathes.
Echo’s restraint finally snaps. Stars, does he want her! Desperately!
His lips immediately return to her neck, this time finding that spot just beneath her ear. Renewed vigor driving every move as he groans into her, squeezing her to him, and sucking harder as she moans at his ministrations.
She whimpers, knees getting shaky.
He feels her trembling in his arms, and stops, but only to scoop her off her feet and carry her bridal style to the bed, sitting her upright in the middle of it. “I’ve got you, Sweetheart.” And he kisses her with everything he has, hand on her cheek, as he begins to crawl over her onto the bed, supporting her weight as he gently lowers her back, maneuvering himself between her legs.
Her hands cup his face, and she presses the kisses back, matching his passion and then some. Grasping at the untied bow tie again, she uses it as extra leverage to keep his lips in contact with hers as he hovers over her, one knee between hers.
He can feel the tingle of excitement racing through his body as the kisses become more and more desperate. His tongue exploring her mouth like nothing else exists. And his thigh, his real, flesh and blood thigh pressing into her core. He can feel her warmth, and her wetness through her panties as she presses back.
He begins to lower his body weight onto her, but is almost too careful not to let the weight of his metal limbs rest on her.
She breaks the kiss to smile and giggle a little. Echo can’t help but watch as she radiates joy.
“Love,” her half-lidded eyes, framed with her laughter find his own, “you can put your whole weight on me. All of you. You know damn well I am not delicate.”
“You shouldn't have to bear the weight of my alterations, pun intended.” He smirks.
She giggles. “As much as I love that you’re getting your sense of humor back, Hun, I’m not afraid of your alterations. I love them too. After all, they allowed us to meet. I am grateful, change doesn’t have to be a bad thing. We can decide if we want to make it into a good thing. It isn’t easy, and it takes a lot of hard work, but you won’t be alone for it. I’ll be right here. I rather like laying under you, Love.”
Echo chuckles nervously, tucking his head into her shoulder. Doing his best to make sure his headgear doesn’t end up in her face when he does so. The last thing he wants is to let any of his metal parts become the reason she gets a black eye.
He’s still partially hovering over her. His weight on his elbows on either side of her. Hips against hers, his thigh still pressed to her core. But his eyes are drawn down towards their hips when he feels her shifting beneath him. Ready to lift the awkward weight of his prosthesis off of her as soon as he can figure out which one is bothering her. But what he sees is not what he expected to see.
Slowly, sensually, her foot arches as she uses it to stroke up his thigh, over the seam between metal and man, over his ass, and around to rest her calf on the small of his back, using her calf to press his ass down. Encouraging him to put his full weight on her.
Echo groans, still next to her ear, allowing his eyes to fall shut, too aroused to do anything else. And the vision he’s met with is one he hopes he never forgets. The arch of her foot, pressed into the muscle of his leg. Her ankles at the same angle he’d noticed when he first saw her in heels when the night was only just beginning.
He’s drawn from his reverie, eyes popping open, when he feels her other foot beginning the same journey up his other leg.
Echo can only watch, wide eyed, and feel. Man oh man can he feel it! As she latches her ankles behind his hips, and tugs his full weight onto her, he starts to melt for her. He allows his legs to flatten so he can feel every inch of her, by her own volition, pressed tightly against every inch of skin he had left.
Her hands sneak up his back, under his unbuttoned shirt. Slowly, giving him a chance to say no if he wanted. But he has no reason to protest any of it. With one hand at his lower back, and one hand between his shoulder blades, she urges the rest of him down onto her body.
He lets his elbows slide out, until he can no longer feel the cool air between them, only the warmth of her. Only the softness of her skin as he nuzzles into her neck. He shifts his real arm so he can pet her hair, but finds himself momentarily stalled when he realizes he can feel her nipples against his chest. He wants to look down, to see her finally exposed to him. But first he needs to see the look in her eyes, make sure she’s still happy with this choice now that his full weight is on her.
So his eyes flick up, to find her eyes so much more full of love than he ever expected anyone could ever feel towards him.
His hand finally makes it to her hair, stroking it. And then moving to brush the back of his knuckles against her cheek.
A flash of mischief crosses her eyes briefly, and she manages to catch his knuckles with a kiss.
Echo’s own smile brightens. And he finds his eyes already tracing her lips, before he gives in and presses her into the bed with a kiss. Pushing harder into her with every second that passes.
She licks at his lips this time, opening his mouth, and searching for his tongue.
Echo obliges with a moan, his tongue surging forward to meet hers.
Teeth clash as both tongues search deeper, wanting to know every inch of each other.
With a final suck on her tongue, Echo pulls back to gaze into her eyes. His need to confirm that he’s still got it. The hunger in her eyes, all he needs to keep going.
Then his kisses trail down her neck
All the way to her breasts
The way she tends to subtly cover her chest tells him she’s not very confident about her breasts, so he decides to spend a little extra time pouring his love into them.
She begins to mewl beneath him, her arms and legs clinging tightly to him. He’s impressed by the strong grip of her legs, giving away how much she loves him.
So he sucks harder, and licks slower, and plays longer.
Her hand moves to the back of his neck, holding him to her breast, telling him without words how much she enjoys the way he’s loving on her.
He begins to squeeze and knead her other breast, and lets a few fingers just barely brush over her nipple.
Her legs get impossibly tighter around him.
He pulls back, all but gasping for air, and cursing the fact that he needs air at all. His face turns to the breast that only received the attention of his hand, and she can feel his breath against her skin as he suddenly lowers back down to even out his love-making, now pouring his devotion into this side.
His hand slides down her hip, until he finds the waistband of her underwear, and begins to play with the hemline that rests on her hip while he continues to lavish her breasts.
She rests her hand over his to encourage him to keep it there.
He can feel the growing wetness in her underwear as it rubs on his abdomen.
Echo chuckles, the vibrations from his laugh doing a number on her breast. They’re both groaning now.
His hand traces the hemline of her panties around the curve of her leg and towards the spot that’s aching for him.
She huffs in protest when the soft touch on her hip slips away for a second. That is, until she bucks her hips upwards again, and finds his palm waiting to cup her core through her panties.
His fingers rest near the waistband, his palm sits where she wants it most.
One of her hands still cups the back of Echo’s head, the other now holds his hand against her sex, so she can buck against it repeatedly.
Echo begins to break away from her breasts so he can look down and begin to allow his fingers to dance along the skin on either side of the panties.
He still can’t believe this is real. She’s nearly naked in front of him, using his own hand to massage parts of her so private he thought he’d only see them in his dreams.
He’s breathing heavy, moaning with each thrust of her pelvic bone against his hand. His tallest finger begins to ever so slightly tug the waistband of her panties down. He almost doesn't even notice his thumb beginning to slide under the fabric too.
“Yes, Echo!” She breaths, head thrown back.
“May I… remove them?” He asks, hesitantly, as though any words will shatter the moment.
“Please!” She’s doing her best to refocus her eyes on his face, but he’s rather proud she’s already so infatuated with what he’s doing. She’s breathing heavily as she gasps out, “just rip them off, Love, I have no intention to unwrap my legs, if you’re alright with that.”
He looks up at her, pressing his palm against her core, meeting her thrust for thrust. “Are, uhh… are you sure?” He whispers, “This lace is really pretty on you. I’d hate to ruin something I’d love to see on you again.”
She laughs. “I’ll get more, I promise. Maybe even a complete set next time,” she winks, “but I need to feel you inside me!” She takes a breath before continuing, “use your scomp to rip through them, please!” No longer caring how desperate she sounded.
“Yes, Ma’am!” He breathes. How can he deny her when she begs so pretty! And, she’d so willingly accepted his metal parts without even thinking about it. Echo felt himself falling harder for her with every passing second together.
She props herself up on her elbows to watch, as Echo finally wraps his fingers under the gentle lace, to lift it from her skin. He takes a second to admire the soft patterns before bringing his scomp to the lace and brrrrrrrrrrrrr-ing right through the fabric just above each leg.
He looks up at her, still in disbelief that he just ripped the panties off his partner on their first night together. Only to find her biting her lip as she watches him.
She leans forward, cupping his cheek in her hand and kissing him so deeply, he forgets he’s still holding the shreds of her underwear. Right up until he feels them getting tugged from his hand.
He looks down to see her stuff it into the back pocket of his pants. His wide-eyes return to hers, a hopeful question in them.
“Keep them, Love. And maybe you can help me pick out the next pair,” she says with a kiss to his cheek.
He feels a shiver race down his spine as he surges forward to press another passionate kiss to her lips. But when her wetness touches his abdomen, with no barrier this time, he breaks the kiss in a gasp.
“Oooooh, that feels good!” He moans, reaching between them to once again cup her core with his palm, but this time without the hindrance of that last layer of fabric.
“Echo! It does, I agree, but I need you inside me!!”
Infatuated with her, and how much he loves her, he swallows hard, then licks his lips, focusing all his attention on her lower lips and starts to finger her, tracing her lower lips torturously slowly, dragging it out.
One finger slides down either side of the labia, opening the labia and running a finger up the inside, one on each side and then together back down the middle, pressing into her ever so slightly. Dipping inside a teasing amount, and letting his fingers explore her inner folds. Teasing her entrance, Before a finger slips slowly inside.
Her back arches for a moment as she groans with wild abandon, and he catches a nipple in his mouth.
Slowly, sensually, he pulls his fingers out, and ever more slowly pushes them back in, once, twice.
And then he feels it. That spongy spot, deep within her. He adds pressure to that spot, wiggling his fingers in tiny swirling movements as he does so.
Her back arches almost immediately, tugging her nipple from his mouth with a pop, and her noises become even more desperate and needy.
“There it is,” he whispers, watching her face as he pulls out and inserts a second finger with the first this time, before continuing to massage her g spot.
The room explodes into white ribbons of hyperspace behind her eyelids as she clings to Echo as tightly as her fingers will allow.
Echo’s hand is coated in her wetness, and he can feel her walls tugging him deeper in before losing their rhythm and fluttering around his fingers.
When she cries out, he starts to slow his pace, massaging her through it, and coaxing her back to the here and now.
When she opens her eyes, she finds his forehead against her own, eyes watching for hers with rapt attention.
“That’s it, I’m here, my Starlight. Dank ferrik that was hot!”
When she blushes and giggles he knows she’s returned from hyperspace and slowly extracts his fingers.
She gasps at the empty feeling, but watches with rapt attention as he brings his fingers directly to his mouth. His eyes practically rolling back and closing as he indulges in the taste of her, sucking every last drop from his own digits.
She begs him to put something back inside her. Fingers, tongue, cock, even his scomp (though she doubts he’s ready for that); any of them, as long as he’s iniside her.
“I don’t think my manhood works anymore, Love.” Echo finally voices his concern, rather ashamed he didn’t say it before they started. What if she rejects him now? He’s not sure he can take that.
Instead she giggles. “Maybe only a partner has the right tools for the job now,” she whispers against his headgear. “And you’re still wearing too much.” She’s already begun to peel the shirt from his shoulders. Once it’s on its way to the floor, she moves to unbutton and unzip his pants.
It’s all Echo can do to steady his breathing and watch, wide-eyed, as she pulls the clothes from his body faster than he expected.
Once they’re both nude, she flips him onto his back, and grinds down on him.
He grips her hips as tightly as he dares, not hesitating to groan loudly with every swirl of her hips.
Happily watching from below as she massages his length with her wetness. Surprised as he begins to feel himself growing and getting hard beneath her.
Maybe she was right!
She smiles as she begins to feel it too.
Echo revels in the feeling of finally having her most intimate parts in contact with his own, still amazed that this is real. As her hips swivel over his own he lets his gaze wander lovingly over her body.
He finds his attention drawn to her breasts again. His boldness growing, he asks if he can suck on her nipple.
She complies without hesitation, leaning down to deposit one into his open mouth. Relishing the feeling of him licking and sucking every inch of it.
“Echo!” She whispers.
He detaches, wide eyes finding hers immediately, mind very hazy from everything she’s doing to him.
“I need you,” she gasps, hips still swivelling on his. “I need you.”
Echo’s restraint snaps with a thrust of his hips, and he flips her onto her back with gusto. She squeaks in surprise, but her eyes tell him she’s excited. He looks down, and finds himself surprised at how much of himself she’s managed to coax out of hiding.
He looks back up at her with excitement as he lines himself up, searching her expression for any hesitation.
Instead she smirks at him and bites her lip, and he feels her leg around his hips, adding just enough pressure to start slipping inside.
Their breaths pick up, but their gaze holds steady, caught in the trance of each other as he slowly slides into place.
He’s certain that her determination to hold his gaze and the way she gasps while staring deep into his eyes is the hottest thing he’s ever seen!
Once in, they both hold still for a moment. Eyes and mouths conveying a thousand feelings their words cannot express while they gasp for breath and sneak kisses and nibbles.
He shivers, and she clenches around him, making him moan and involuntarily thrust.
“I’m not gonna last long, my Starlight,” he gasps out, “can I move?”
“Not yet… need a minute… been awhile,” she mumbles between breaths, clutching him tighter.
After a few deep breaths, her chest heaves a little less, and he raises his eyebrows, touching his forehead to hers. A silent question.
A mischievous spark lights her eyes, and she locks her ankles together behind him, biting her lip, and shaking her head, no. “Let’s enjoy this for a bit,” she teases.
They lay there, eyes also locked together, beginning to pant again. This time with the effort of not moving.
There was only one thing she knew for certain, only one thought reverberating around the inside of her head: he felt so good inside her!
When she clenched again, Echo’s eyes squeezed shut, and his head moved to the crook of her neck as he groaned in her ear.
“Dank ferrik, Love,” he was shaking with the effort of holding still now, “not sure… I can… take much more…”
As a means of agreement, she began to move her hips in small circles.
With a loud moan of ecstasy, Echos arms tightened around her, securing her to him with all his strength, “C-Can I? Please?” He didn’t even try to hide the desperation in his voice.
“YES!”
And with that he began thrusting to meet her hips with a feral energy.
His open mouth finding hers, tongues almost instantly seeking companionship to cling to and massage.
Within moments both were struggling to keep their rhythm.
Echo’s lips break from hers with a gasp.
“Where?” She could hear him holding back, but barely.
“Outside of me,” was all she could manage.
Barely two thrusts later, and Echo hastily pulled out, careful to only paint her abdomen from the outside.
She gasped when he removed himself, instantly missing the feeling of him.
Even at the pinnacle of his climax, he knew she hadn’t finished yet. So he replaced his cock with two fingers.
Barely in control of his own limbs, his fingers thrust in rather quickly.
But the way she arched and let out a high pitched squeak next to the ear wells in his headset was almost enough to make him cum again as his length dances across his own mess on her stomach. His fingers search for the elusive spot inside her, as her moans serenade him with each shift of a finger inside her.
He curls his fingers inside her, and her moans go up an octave.
Echo smirks, an idea on the tip of his tongue, and he shifts his weight.
The world around her is a blur, but she’s aware of Echo’s movement beside her and inside of her, until he suddenly pulls out.
She sits up with a gasp. She wasn’t done yet. But the scene she’s met with is better than she expected.
Echo, still smirking and watching her no doubt disheveled expressions with rapture, is arranging her legs on his shoulders, his hot breath dancing over the spot where she needs him the most.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there. Just lie back, my Starlight.” He whispers, inching closer to her wetness with each word. He holds her gaze for a moment and then dives in, eyes still fixed on her face. He licks a long stripe up the expanse of her slit and watches as she throws her head back in ecstasy with a loud moan.
He pulls back slightly to give her a moment to breathe, only to blow gently across her wetness. She squirms, hands searching for his in the sheets.
Ever the perceptive ARC, he spots the way her hands feel for his, and he captures her fingers between his before diving in for more.
He licks up and down, and lets his tongue dip in and out. Her whimpers serenade his every move and her legs tremble on his shoulders. She’s close now. He can feel it.
So he exchanges his tongue for two fingers and latches onto her clit, sucking hard.
White hot stars explode in her mind's eye, as she loses all control of her rhythm, fluttering around his fingers for a second time. Her hips tighten around his hand and shoulders, and her nails rake his back.
He slowly pumps his fingers in and out, grounding her, and working her through her climax as her body begins to relax, still wrapped tightly around him. He glances down to remove his fingers, enjoying the sight of them both coated in each other’s release. But his eyes quickly return to hers, and he moves back up to cuddle her, keeping close watch until her eyes focus on his again and her breathing returns to a normal level.
“How was that, my Starlight?” He asks with a giddy laugh.
Her eyes narrow playfully, she’s still panting just a touch. “Was that your first time since… uh…?”
“Yeah,” he laughs nervously, tucking his nose into her neck, careful as his headgear nears her face.
“STARS, Echo! You must have a lot more experience than I do!” She starts to get a bit nervous.
He scoops her into his arms, holding her close.
“Not experience, dreams. Dreams of all the things I’d heard my brothers say worked well that I wanted to try, a few ideas of my own, and a handful of things that that outfit you wore tonight made me want to do. Dank Ferrik, I might need you to wear it again sometime, you looked amazing!”
“Need, huh?” She asks, somewhere between eager and curious.
He laughs, slightly embarrassed, and then takes a breath and just embraces it, “Yeah, need.” He declares, eyes bright with a fire she’d only dreamed she could ever find.
She giggles, and he decides that all the noises she’s made tonight just made the top of the list of all his favorite sounds in the galaxy.
They hold each other close for a few moments, until she shives slightly.
“Let me clean us up, my Starlight. No, you stay right there. I want to do this for you.”
She relaxes back into the bed and just watches as he disappears into the fresher and reemerges with a soft, wet towel which he proceeds to use to gently wipe between her legs and then absorb his own mess from her abs.
They chit chat as he drops the towel off the side of the bed in his rush to feel her skin against his own again, wrapping them both in the sheets. His hand runs slowly up and down her back, coaxing her to sleep on him, more content than he, a trooper designed and raised for combat, has ever known before.
Echo shifts, becoming aware of the world around him again, and snuggling into the soft warmth in his arms. He opens his eyes to find the gorgeous woman he’s been pining over for the longest time still wrapped in his arms, legs tangled with his, contentment on her sleeping face.
He watches her for a moment, the soft light in the room making her look like the ethereal Angels from the Moons of Iago.
She seems to sense his alertness and tries to find her way back to the land of the waking, brow furrowing.
Hmm, Echo finds himself needing to fix the discontent of her expression, so he covers her in a barrage of kisses. She wakes with a giggle.
They lay there chatting for a few minutes, enjoying the lack of needing to be anywhere for a while.
A few more unhurried kisses later, they decide to get up to make the most of the morning before their ride gets there.
So they start their morning routines, but this time with a lot more sweet touches and long gazes than usual.
He exits the bathroom to find her wearing his shirt from the night before, with her lack of any undergarments peeking out beneath it, totally unbuttoned in the front, barely hiding anything, and is instantly aroused again.
Offers her a hand with a smirk, and pulls her to him when she takes it, beaming at her.
Both his hand and scomp slip underneath the shirt to wrap around her waist, and she smiles radiantly back. So he kisses her, and pins her to the wall, hard but gentle, like there’s no tomorrow. Slipping a leg between hers, he aches to feel her wetness on his own skin again. Her knee sensually slides up his leg to wrap around his waist. Still barely believing last night was real, Echo’s hand moves to her thigh, gripping it tightly. They still have a little while until Crosshair arrives to pick them up, plenty of time… for round two. After all, they are both still in need of a long, hot shower…
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Word Count: ~6.5k (idk what happened, it got away from me!)
Summary: Echo and the classic ‘Night at the Gala’ trope. What a fun way to start a relationship with a sweet, flirty trooper like Echo? Corporal, ‘fix it all and flirt the whole way’ is your date for tonight, how far will the night take you?
TW: reader is wearing a dress/jumpsuit that is fitted to a stereotypical female body shape, but reader is not described in detail; Lots of fun teasing and flirty moments with our favorite ARC trooper; let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: had to try my hand at this classic trope, and who better to go with than Echo? This one got away from me… it’s like 14 pages, and ~2-3 times as long as my usual fics… and it will also have a part 2 that gets smutty. No minors allowed! 18+ only! I've been meaning to post part of this for ages, but last weekend was the local con - so much star wars, it was so nice to be around fellow nerds again - and time raced past me. So enjoy this extra-long lead-up to the Echo smut that will be part 2!
Mando'a translations: Mesh'la = beautiful
Echo dividers by @/djarrex, hyperspace banners are my own
Hunter turned when Echo stopped mid-sentence. That wasn’t like Echo. But he quickly realized Echo wasn’t likely to ever finish his statement. He was busy trying to remember how to talk and not gawk. She had just entered the room and Echo’s attention was glued to her. Echo could barely remember how to breathe.
She was wearing a gorgeous blue dress, and Echo was captivated.
The dress was two toned, The bottom layer was a rich, midnight blue. The top, a color near and dear to his heart, 501st blue! Rich royal blue in color, it was slightly shimmery, and covered in swirling stars, giving her the appearance of an ethereal goddess of the night in his eyes. This one looked soft, and made him want to reach out for her even more than he already did. Which was quite a lot, especially considering how the rest of the dress complimented her figure.
His eyes quickly trailed across her, taking in all the details that just accentuated how beautiful she was to him. The sleeveless, plunging neckline, the way the fabric wrapped tightly round her lower waist so it flared out over her hips flowing serenly to the floor with a long slit up one leg. Paired with heels that kept her ankles as an angle that made Echo wish he could feel her soft feet pressing into his back at that same angle as she wrapped her legs around him
He couldn’t quite tell if the bottom half was shaped more like a skirt or like pants, but it did things to him either way!
But his favorite detail was a delicate white belt that adorned her middle, with an engraved buckle… emblazoned with the shape of a handprint! HIS handprint!
She couldn’t have know that though, could she? The Bad Batch didn’t know it. They’d never seen his old armor. Except maybe Tech while doing his research on Echo’s past. But she joined the 99th after him. Did she know?
Echo didn’t have time to think it over, his mind was a little too distracted. In the mirror behind her, he can see her back exposed. The dress wrapped over her shoulders, and crossed at the top of her back, and wrapping to cross again at the front of her waist this time, just beneath her breasts and across her stomach, accentuating the shape of her breasts and waist, while leaving her mid to lower back open.
Echo was in trouble, there was no way he would be able to take his eyes off of her all night long. Forget searching for the target, he was going to have to guard her with everything he had. She’d be the envy of all.
He became vaguely aware she was beginning to look nervous.
“Do I look ok?” She asked, worry in her voice and painting her features.
“You look stunning Mesh’la [beautiful]! Your belt just reminded me of something. That’s all.”
She relaxes significantly, smiling a dangerous smile and stepping closer. Echo held his ground. He wasn’t about to back away from a gorgeous woman, especially not one he’d been pining over from a distance for so long. He still didn’t believe his brothers that she wanted him. Not even Rex could convince him of it.
She placed her hand upon his chest, right where the handprint from Rex had once decorated his chest plate.
He subconsciously puffed out his chest, watching her closely.
“I liked your handprint,” she whispered.
He nearly melted into a puddle and disappeared through the floor grates with that. She stood before him in his old colors, with his signifying handprint on her waist, in a dress that revealed so much more of her than he had yet been lucky enough to see. He was doing his best to regulate his own breathing, but even his ARC training was no match for a gorgeous woman who was doing everything she could to playfully tease him.
With a shaky breath he finally let him consider that his brothers might have been right about her after all. He hadn’t been sure before, but he was starting to take the hint now!
She’d given up on subtlety. Echo didn’t believe he was worthy of love like hers anymore… and she was going to prove him wrong. She loved him.
Echo sighed, his eyes trailed to the floor. “I was a whole man back then. You deserve better than whatever I am now.”
“You’re a whole man now too. Lots of people get mods. I should take you to Tatooine some time and show you the mod parlors there. Maybe they have a better solution for the chronic pain you’ve been dealing with.” She countered, without missing a beat.
Still looking at the floor, Echo was suddenly aware that at this angle, he couldn’t miss the fact that her hand still rested on his chest. Wanting to drag out the moment just a little bit longer, he placed his hand over hers, and just held her hand to his chest for a moment.
As he looked at her hand resting on his chest, his gaze began to drift to her wrist, and up her arm, to the rest of her. The outfit she wore complimented her shape well, he thought.
“This looks really good on you,” he told her, eyes lingering on the way it hugged her waist and flowed around her as she moved.
She smiled, “Thanks! It has pockets!” And she stuffed her free hand into a pocket to show it off.
Echo smiled back, and laughed at her enthusiasm.
Behind him, Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair entered the room. Tech was already part way through explaining how his ingenious proximity data wiping device worked. Crosshair had several clothing bags slung over his shoulder. He silently thrust one at Echo.
“Your turn, Echo!” Wrecker bellowed. “If we did everything right, it should match hers!” He pointed proudly at her. “Woah!” Wrecker realized she was already ready to go. “I thought you were pretty in just normal stuff already, but this is really pretty!”
“Aww, thanks, Wreck!” She replied. “I haven't even put on any makeup yet.”
Echo’s scomp brushed her chin and tilted her face upwards towards his own. His eyes raked her features with a respectful hunger, tracing from her cheeks, to the graceful swoop of her hair, to her nose, lips, and back to her eyes.
“You don’t need makeup, Mesh’la,” his voice was quiet, “nothing can compare with you on a normal day anyways,”
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, at a loss for words. Echo smirked. He liked being the reason she was rendered speechless.
Tech’s final round mission briefings continued, and he turned to the pair, seemingly none the wiser to what was going on as his head was still clearly in his datapad. “Now, this will likely require any and all types of stall tactics to get enough passes to wipe the data without allowing the target to catch onto anyone. You two,” he points to Echo and the woman still standing just a little too close for friends “will be paired together to increase the likelihood of one of them being able to wipe the data while the other stalls the target. Hunter and Crosshair will also be in attendance, individually. I shall monitor from here, and Wrecker will be the getaway driver, ready to get you all out should anything go wrong, or awaiting the end of party signal for the multiple, individual pick ups at the end. I shall provide you all with earpieces when you are ready to go.” And he shuffles off, attention already on the workstation that he will be using to hack into the security system of the lavish residence.
The boys disperse to dress, and she takes a few moments to step into the fresher and finish up, but inspired by Echo’s compliments, manages to stick to only a little bit of makeup for this evening. But she couldn’t resist a dark lipstick, just for something a little different and fun.
A few moments later, Echo appears in the doorway to the fresher. His collar popped, and an untied bow tie draped over his shoulders. “Uhhhh, do you think you could give me a hand with this? I seem to be short one too many to figure this out.” He sighs, and finally looks up. His eyes widen, “Stars! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!”
She smiles and giggles, and Echo is mesmerized.
Her attention turns to the blue fabric Echo was struggling with. He watches as she takes one in each hand, and uses them to teasingly tug him a little closer before tying it into a bowtie quickly and skillfully. She lets her hands linger on his chest, playing with the royal blue lapels that matched her own gown, enjoying how he once again, subconsciously puffs his chest out a bit at her touch.
“Woah, guess I came to the right person,” he mutters. “Thank you.” He mental shakes himself, and his suave, flirty side reappears as he scoops up one of her hands in his, and brings it to his lips to kiss. “Is there anything these beautiful hands can’t do?” He asks.
“Well, they could do to be a little softer. I do spend a lot of time working with power tools and utilizing my meager self-defense skills.”
He rubs a thumb over her fingers. “They’re still remarkably soft, my Starlight. And if it’s self-defense that you feel you’re lacking on, I’d be happy to train you… if… that was… something you wanted, Gorgeous.”
The thought of sparring together, glistening with sweat, and taking turns slamming each other into the mat with deliberate, drawn out touches, and the chance to hear what the other sounds like when breathing heavy and maybe even catch a few moans, if they’re lucky, distracts them both. Unbenounced to them, they’re drifting closer together.
“That would actually really help,” she muttered, distracted by how close Echo is standing.
“You’ve got it, Mesh’la. We can start tomorrow if you’re up for it?” He suggests.
“Sounds like a plan,” she returns. “But for tonight, we should head on our way. We don’t want to get there after the target, and have to listen to Hunter’s lecture about punctuality tomorrow, would we?”
She’s here on behalf of the senator from Alderaan. That way if anyone recognized Echo’s face (not likely amongst the higher class though) they could easily use the excuse that Senator Organa was hiring clones for his security detachments - which was actually true. He was aware the clones needed homes and had more than adequate training to serve as royal and senatorial guards. And he gave them wonderful salaries. In fact, he insisted on paying up front for this mission at double the rate that had been suggested, and buying all the attendees custom outfits because “that’s what privileged senators do for good friends”. And then he promised Echo that should he ever need repairs or adjustments for his mods, he was welcome on Alderaan and would be seen by the same doctor as the royal family. And should any of the clones need medical care - since they were not covered by imperial medical care they could not go to most medical facilities - he had a secret medical facility that would accommodate them.
It wasn’t long before the speeder pulled up to the scene of the party, as Wrecker dropped them off, Echo made haste to step out first and reach out his hand to help her out of the speeder. She smiled up at him, and he beamed back. As she stepped out, a cool breeze came up, and he could see the goosebumps forming on her arms and shoulders. Instinctively, he pulled her towards him a little more, to shield her from the wind. Wanting to get her inside quickly, he nodded at Wrecker, who gave him a thumbs up, and then returned his attention to the road, as he pulled away.
Echo turned back to his companion for the night. She stood next to him, nervously watching the guests enter. Echo shifted to her other side, so he could gently place his real hand on the exposed skin of her lower back to both reassure her and warm her up. He knew the metal of his scomp link would be cold, and she still had goosebumps. Besides, he needed to feel her skin on his own. Just this once.
“Eyes on me, Sweetheart.” He was determined to wipe the nerves off her face before they entered.
She looked up at him, brow knitted, only to find a calm steadiness looking back.
“No need to rush it. We are here, whenever you are ready.” His voice was comforting and even.
Tech had tried to convince her to take this mission alone, but she had refused, requesting a partner. Echo had volunteered without hesitation. Any chance to support her he jumped at.
She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on him, and letting the exhale sweep away as much of the dread as she could muster.
They entered the gala to find a setting more luxurious than either of them had ever seen. Tall pillars lined the hallway, leading to a grandiose ballroom. Gold filigree and mirrors decorated everything. As they entered the ballroom, they could see that the pillars continued around the main dance floor, and up through three more floors that looked out over the dance floor and out over the extensive gardens that set a stunning backdrop behind the orchestra. It seemed like every exterior wall here was more window than wall.
They exchanged glances, making an effort not to gawk too much. But both of them feeling out of their element. Used to armor and battlefields, dance floors with slow concertos for waltzing was a complete 180 from their normal.
Echo’s eyes drifted easily back from the ballroom to the gorgeous woman on his arm, and smiled. Still the most beautiful thing in the room, he decided. He watched as her eyes drifted to the fourth floor, following her gaze to the glass ceiling and dark ambience up there, allowing guests to see the stars with less distraction from music. He looked back at her.
“That seems like a good place to start, my Starlight. Likely candidate for someone wanting to hide away and smuggle data into the wrong hands unseen.”
She looked up and him and smiled. “Oh Echo, ever the clever ARC. I’ll follow you, these shoes don’t exactly allow me to do much else.”
He spared a quick glare at her shoes, as though his stern soldier’s stare could convince an inanimate object to change it’s ways. And gently lead her away from the stairs and towards the transparisteel lift, like he’d been doing this all his life.
They both gaped at the room as the lift doors opened and they found themselves on the periphery of what appeared to be a personal museum, owned by whoever was throwing this lavish party. Each object of interest lit from below with red light.
“Red light,” she whispered as they perused the items “smart idea. Red light allows the eye to adjust to lower light levels in night-like environments and still be able to see what is lit without hurting the eye. Old astronomy trick.”
Echo smiled. He loved finding topics she had random bits of trivia on, it was his clue that he’d found a topic that was interesting enough for her to dig into in her spare time. While he would sit and read up on reg manuals (so they wouldn’t be caught unawares the next time they had to infiltrate an Imperial base, of course), she would often sit and research with him. And now he knew just a little more of what she was researching at his side.
He could feel her ever so slightly tugging them towards the telescopes near the window. She likely wasn’t even aware that she was pulling him in that direction. So he took the initiative and slowly but deliberately lead her to the telescope in the far corner. Besides, neither Tech nor Crosshair had seen their target arrive, so what was the harm in letting her heart lead them around for a few minutes? Echo relished in the chance to get to know her a little better.
She bent down and peered through the telescope. He admired the open back on her dress, and the way her hair danced over her shoulders as she did so. He needed to distract himself before he started staring at the way her outfit fit her ass just right, so he hastily asked her a question. “What do you see, my Starlight?”
She smiled, straightening back up, her cheeks warm as Echo’s new nickname for her sank in. He’d called her that at least twice tonight already, and it was hard not to love such a sweet nickname from a man like him. “Remember that ringed planet Tech pointed out on our way into the system? You should take a look, it’s quite pretty.”
Echo laughed lightly, “I doubt anything could compare to the Galaxy in front of me right now.” The adoration in his eyes caught her off guard. She blushed and shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. Echo reaches out and curls a finger beneath her chin to redirect her gaze back up from the floor “Chin up, ‘My Lady’, tonight you are as royal as anyone else here.”
Her smile was all the motivation Echo needed. His attention slipped to her lips as she did so.
She caught the movement in his eyes and could feel the tingle of excitement race through her limbs to her core. She straightened up, relaxing her shoulders, tucking her tailbone down, and allowing him to draw her chin upwards. And tossed a confident smirk his way. Echo almost decided to forgo the mission right there. But something in him stopped him. Something that wanted to draw out the teasing and flirting for as long as he could. He didn’t know where this night would lead after they discreetly wiped the data from the disk during the handoff tonight, but he could make this part as fun as possible. And considering the spark of wild confidence he could see stirring in her eyes, she didn’t mind the fun and games one bit.
“The suspect has arrived” Tech’s voice crackled the comms in their ears to life.
Her eyes remained trained on Echo’s, and his on hers.
“Confirmed. They are heading for the bar on level 2,” Crosshair hissed, doing his brotherly best to one up Tech, just a tad. “I’ve got them for now. Echo and y/n are on level 4.”
“Yes, I see them too,” Tech responded, either oblivious to Crosshair’s competitive streak, or attempting to ignore it. “Though I question whether their attention is really on the mission at hand…”
She spared a quick, annoyed glance away from Echo’s expressive eyes, at the nearest security camera, before returning to Echo’s captivating gaze. Echo’s eyes lit up as he laughed and wrapped his hand around to the small of her back.
“The data disk is not up here” she spoke softly, but her voice held the power of royalty. She played her part well, Echo thought.
“I am merely stating that—“ Tech started, but was cut off as Hunter interjected.
“—Let ‘em be for now, we just need to know when the target moves.”
“Yessir” came Tech’s curt, but nonchalant reply.
Echo’s signature smirk from his 501st days with Fives had returned. And as far as she was concerned, she would make a point to keep it there all night long. He wore it well.
Echo used the hand on her lower back to guide her towards a table with tall stools near the wall farthest from the stairs. “I thought you might like a chance to sit for a moment, ‘My Starlight’, those heels of yours can’t be comfortable.”
She smiled and took a seat, glancing around. This spot was farther from the security cameras, Tech couldn’t be as nosy while they sat here.
“You should sit too, this might be our only chance all night.”
Two floors down, Crosshair was busy being a brother in a different way. He subtlely bumped into an already tipsy bar patron, who knocked into the tray the bartender was holding, upon which perched an array of drinks, amongst which sat the target’s drink. All of which topped to the floor, and the sticky contents splashed everywhere. The wobbly bar patron apologized profusely to the bartender and Crosshair used the distraction to comm the others.
“Service is a little slow down here, why don’t you two hold your station up there. Hunter has some time to reach the gardens, those are the most likely locations for the exchange.”
There was a muffled grunt in Tech’s voice, and distant and poorly suppressed laughter from Wrecker behind h im. It seemed Tech had been about to point out that Crosshair was not going to get his drink any faster when he did that either, but Wrecker had just punched Tech’s shoulder to keep himself from laughing and Tech from delivering his annoyed speech.
Back up on the fourth floor, she and Echo were admiring the stars and exchanging war stories, and she was attempting to get him to try the slice of decadent cake he had retrieved from a buffet table for her. They spent a solid half an hour chatting and laughing together.
The comms in their ears crackled to life again as Crosshair cleared his throat. “‘Scuse me,” he muttered, as sounds of shuffling made their way through his transmitter, “yes, four as well.” He must be in the lift, likely with the target.
She looked up at Echo and raised a brow. He nodded descretely. So that was Crosshair’s signal. How very Crosshair.
“How about a walk in the gardens, Handsome?” She asked Echo, who nodded with a smile and reached out a hand for her to lean on as she hopped down from the tall bar stool, keeping her on his arm as they walked to wait for the lift. In their ears, Tech read off the amount of data wiped every 10th percentile.
As the lift doors opened, Crosshair’s eyes met Echo’s. One exchanged glance, and Echo paused. She could feel him bracing for impact.
“52% data erasure,” Tech whispered.
As the lift occupants exited, Crosshair feigned a drunken stumble, and knocked into the target as they passed Echo and y/n, clearly sober enough not to spill a single drop of his own drink.
“Sorry,” he mumbled and walked off.
Y/n and Echo paused, to ‘help’ the target.
“Are you alright sir?” She asked.
“Quite fine, thank you, my dear” the man answered. “My apologies for bumping into you two.” He turned to Echo “didn’t mean to run into you, my good man. Please accept my apologies.”
“Consider it accepted,” Echo responded.
“Have a good evening young lovebirds” the man chirped happily, and moseyed off.
They stepped into the lift and the doors closed behind them.
“65% data erasure, all large files removed, it should go significantly faster from here. I estimate a maximum of 3 more passes to complete the data erasure process.” Tech supplied.
Echo added into the quiet of the lift they now had to themselves “Seemed like a nice guy, too bad he’s nice to the wrong people. Doesn’t seem like the type I’d have thought was selling data to our enemies.”
“I watched him receive the package near the door,” Hunter’s voice joined the conversation. “I don’t think he knows what he’s selling nor who he’s selling it to. Seemed rather oblivious to anything but the credits transferred into his account. He’s just a middle man. A front.”
“Well at least he’s got enough money to bail himself out when his luck runs out here shortly,” y/n added.
The doors to the lift opened, and she and Echo exchanged places with Hunter on his way up to level 4. Continuing with the plan to have as many of them rub shoulders with the man as possible to lower the likelihood that he could point a finger at any one person, nor a group of people.
Out in the cool air of the gardens, Echo could feel his date clinging more tightly to his arm and taking smaller, more deliberate steps. He guided her to a bench, muttering about those damn shoes.
She laughed. “I’d complain about them myself, but it seems like you have that covered” she giggled as he knelt and gently scooped up her ankle with his scomp so he could remove the troublesome accessory.
She was supposed to look up, to watch the exchange of places by Hunter and Crosshair and make sure they weren’t spotted by the target, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of how sweet Echo was being as he slipped her heels off, and massaged her feet a bit to loosen the knots he could feel in them.
She sighed as he rubbed her feet, relaxing and leaning towards Echo as he shifted towards the to place the heels neatly on the bench next to her.
He’d been half hard all night, especially with the way she’d listened to his stories so intently, asking questions that recognized each of the clones he described as real people worthy of all the same things everyone else in the galaxy took for granted. Not to mention the way she’d been playing footsie with him under the table through the whole thing. Despite having metal lower limbs, he could still tell when someone nudged his legs or tangled theirs with his. That, at least, Tech wouldn’t have been able to see from the camera angles he had access to.
But when she sighed with relief right next to his ear! Echo could feel the heat rising along his neck. Oh, what he would give to hear her make more noises like that from his ministrations alone.
She pressed her forehead to Echo’s temple as he sat there so sweetly continuing to massage her sore feet. Trying desperately not to pant into the comm device in his headset.
Speaking of the comms, snippets of conversation were making their way through the two hazy minds. Hunter seemed to be idly prattling on with the target, bits of small talk about the gardens and displayed artifacts. Something about “nice comfy benches farther from the noise of the party in the eastern wing of the gardens” in Hunter’s voice filtered through the emotionally controlled fog of their brains, and they both looked towards the now-alluring eastern paths heading east, deeper into the gardens.
She reached for her heels making to put them on again, but Echo snatched them up before she could do so.
“Not on my watch, my Starlight. It looks to be paved with nice large, flat stones the whole way. You won’t need these anymore, if I have anything to do with it.” He offered his other arm to her, and she beamed as she allowed her hands to slip around his arm a little more sensually than she would have with any other man.
As they walked, Hunter’s small talk with the target drew to a close, and Tech provided a status update. “92%, well done, Hunter. One momentary pass amongst the artifacts should be enough to complete the mission.”
Upstairs, Hunter decided to bide his time. For the sake of his own cover, of course. It had nothing to do with the sexual tension he could practically feel radiating off of Echo and his date when they passed him at the elevator earlier. With his heightened senses, it was hard to miss.
The walk to the garden benches was quiet and beautiful. The peaceful nature of the gardens felt like it deserved only the quietness of whispered voices as they strolled. Pointing out the glimpses of brilliantly colored plants lit by strings of lights that wove above and through the gardens. Vines wove patches of canopy overhead, punctuated by trees with broad leaves and arching branches. Low foliage spilled onto the edges of the large polished stone slabs they walked across. Reading off the names of plants that caught their eyes.
Each one they read off was quickly researched by Tech, and rapidly followed by a summary of whether the plant was safe to touch and smell, and if the critters that harvested from it were dangerous or even present on this planet. By the sounds of it, many of the plants here were imported and had no natural predators here.
As they reached the benches Hunter had spoken of, conversation became more and more sparse. They were certainly secluded. Far from prying eyes and only monitored by distant cameras. There was even soft music playing through hidden speakers. It was as if the host was aware of the handoff and had made the perfect spot for the handoff to take place.
Well, too bad. They couldn’t use it for a handoff if it was already occupied by a preoccupied couple, now could they?
Echo spoke up. “Since you four seem to have that last 8% or so handled from here, I think we will tune out for the night. We will keep this garden handoff site occupied for a while so it can’t be used by the opposition here. We will let you know if we run into trouble, but I don’t think anything in these gardens seems particularly dangerous. Catch you boys in the morning.”
To keep up appearances, they had all decided to leave the ball at different times, and by different means. Echo and y/n would wait to rendezvous till the morning, just to be safe. Which meant that for the rest of the evening, they were off the hook.
“Understood,” Tech chimed in, taking a moment to orchestrate their movements for the next few hours. “As planned, Crosshair will pick you both up from the hotel at noon tomorrow. Wrecker is on his way to the first meet up site for Crosshair now, and will return for Hunter shortly, before the expected end of the party. So, we shall see you both tomorrow.”
Echo clicked a button on the side of his headset to turn off his comm, and saw her discreetly do the same via a button hidden in her pocket.
Tapping his foot to the music playing, Echo stood back and watched as his date bent down to smell some flowers Tech had informed them were safe to humans. She looked beautiful and happy enjoying the scenery and luxury not usually afforded to them.
So what if they were only here for a mission. Echo knew the importance of making the most of what life deals you, and he wasn’t about to let this moment slip away from him. He set down her shoes on a nearby bench and returned his attention to her.
“Care to dance, my Starlight?” He asked, extending his hand in her direction.
He enjoyed the look of delighted surprise on her face when she turnd his way. And he watched happily as she gracefully swooped across the space between them to take his hand.
“I didn’t know they let troopers learn to dance.” She teased, hand gliding into his. Her steps so smooth, and her outfit so fluid, he felt as though she floated to him like an ethereal being.
“Well, technically I don’t really know how, but you look so beautiful I had to try it. Just to see what all the hullabaloo was about.” He pulled her to his chest. Scomp arm settling at the small of her back, careful not to press the metal into her skin.
“Well that’s lucky,” she giggled, “because I don’t actually know how to dance either. But I’ll gladly try anything, so long as your with me.”
They continue to sway for a while, until the romantic setting gets to them.
Echo’s hand cups her cheek, and slides back towards her ear. Gently, and discretely taking the earpiece from her ear, and moving it to her pocket, as his hand makes its way to her waist.
When the kiss breaks, their foreheads meet, and he watches her hand slide down his chest, a flower she’d picked and had been toying with drops into the pocket of his suit jacket.
His hands hold her waist. And he begins to let his hand squeeze her waist a bit and begin to slide towards her back. Finding the edge of the open patch at her back, he lets his fingers swirl patterns over the fabric and dance at the edge of the exposed skin of her back.
She shivers and hums with delight, and Echo does everything he can to maintain appearances that he is an upstanding gentleman worthy of a lavish gala like this. If they weren’t here - oooh if they weren’t here - the things he wants to do with her.
She can tell from the way his hand tightens around her hip that he’s right on the edge. This is one grip, she wouldn't mind leaving a mark for later.
He swallows hard, and slowly allows his fingers to once again find the spot where the skin of her lower back peeks through. He’s delighted to find that she lets him continue exploring her like this, relaxing into him with every brush of his fingers. Her skin is so soft, and his hand shifts so that more and more of the opening at her back is covered by his hand.
When the whole of his hand rests skin to skin, he presses her into his chest. His other arm, holding her upper back to him, gentle but confident that he wants this, and so does she. Not only is she allowing him this, the twinkle in her eyes, the way she’s panting, and the smirk on her lips is teasing him to keep going.
He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head down a touch, as he gazes into her eyes, as if to ask if she’s still okay with this.
She beams, and nods once, her eyes never leaving his own.
Slowly, carefully, he allows his hand to continue around her waist, until his fingers find the other side of the opening, and begin to slip beneath it. Echo is mesmerized by the way she breathes in happily, and leans her forehead against his, her gaze still magnetized to his own. His breathing gets faster as his fingers begin to slip between the fabric and her skin.
She hums in contentment as his fingers continue their path to get to know her. Closing her eyes, she allows her head to tilt forward and settle on his chest.
Echo hugs her tight, finally allowing himself to enjoy the realization that she really loves him, and maybe he can allow himself the luxury of loving her up close and not just from a distance anymore. So he stands there, her form wrapped tightly in his arms, his hand still resting between her skin and the dress, squeezing tightly to reassure them both that this is real.
He loosens his grip after a few minutes, leaning back slightly.
She notices and leans back a bit too, a concerned expression on her face. Hoping this isn’t Echo’s nerves pulling him away from her already. But what she finds instead, wipes all worry away.
Half lidded eyes stare back into her own. And the cool metal of his scomp rises to bring her chin up towards his own, while his eyes move to her lips, and his own part.
She smirks, and tilts her head to one side as her own gaze moves to his lips. Closing her eyes, as their lips finally meet.
She presses into him, and he pushes back, melting at the way her lips fit between his like they belong there. He begins to move his lips against hers, and is delighted when she complies. The pressure from her lips against his own, a welcome push into a new world for the two of them. He is all too willing to learn her rhythm, not just that of her lips, and learn to dance through life by her side.
All too soon, the clock bells ring through the night, declaring the end of tonight’s escapade.
Slowly, they separate, still wrapped tightly together in the cool night air.
When he finally opens his eyes, he finds a smile lighting up her whole being. She giggles and presses a kiss to his cheek.
“Whoops!” She laughs, looking at the spot she just kissed. “Forgot I was wearing lipstick!”
She pulls a small container from her pocket, and extracts a makeup wipe to brush at his cheek. Still smiling brightly, she moves to wipe at his lips.
“I wouldn’t mind wearing your mark all night if you let me, my Starlight.” He laughs back.
He didn’t think her smile could get any brighter, but it does.
She leans forward, pressing her cheek to his so her lips are next to his ear. “Then let’s get back to the hotel room, Love, so I can take this makeup off and kiss you all night long.”
“Yes Ma’am!” Echo breathes, a tingling excitement running from his core to his extremities.
“But first lemme fix my lipstick.” She shifts in his arms, but doesn’t break out of them. Pulling a small mirror from her other pocket, and using the makeup wipe to fix the edges of her own lipstick enough to be seen as acceptable in the uppity company of a gala like this.
Echo just watches while she does, certain he’s the happiest man in the galaxy right now. Reciprocating a kiss to her cheek and making her giggle again. That’s a sound he would never tire of hearing!
As she tucks the items in her hand back into her pockets, and puts her troublesome shoes back on, she shivers. It had gotten rather chilly, and without Echo’s body heat wrapped around her as tightly as it had been, she was beginning to succumb to the chill.
Echo hadn’t missed the small movement, and swooped his jacket off, wrapping it around her instead. It still carried his warmth she noticed, pulling it tighter around her shoulders.
He remained practically attached at the hip the entire way to the hotel for the night. Taking every opportunity to just look at her, the gorgeous woman at his side, wrapped in his jacket. Making silent vows to himself the whole way. All the little things he wanted to make sure they experienced side by side every chance they got.
He kept his hand in contact with her as much as he could along the way. And she enjoyed the warmth of being tucked into his side for the entirety of the journey.
[NOW FEATURING a part 2 that picks up at the hotel, serving up a romantic evening for our favorite ARC and his gala date!]
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I just write when the inspiration hits. Mostly using this as my emotional processing system - just gonna write it all out. Shouting my nerdiness and pain into the void, maybe one day it will shout back (in a good way, hopefully). Thought others might relate and or have similar comfort mechanisms, so here's my work if ya wanna bother to read any of it!
Key: (consider ALL below to be NSFW, 18+)
* = smutty, even if mildly so, expect mentions of arousal and the like at a minimum
FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!!!
There's ~150 of you now!!! (STARS that's a LOT!) And you guys decided you want more of my 'Right Attire' set! So that's what's in the works! That being said, FYI the title changed...(NOW Laced with Love!)
NOW FEATURING REX!!! More of the gents coming soon (WIP)
...and back to your regular programming!!!
The Bad Boys of Clone Force 99
Sergeant Hunter
* What Does Beauty Look Like? (female!reader) one-shot, implied smut!
* Laced with Love [formerly Right Attire] (afab!reader) one-shot, smut
ARC Corporal Echo
* a Gala-ctic Evening (afab!reader) one-shot, but featuring a smutty *Part 2!
* Hot... in So Many Ways! (femaleMandalorian!reader) one-shot, but will eventually have a smutty part 2!
*Pinup From the Past (afab!reader) one-shot, smut with a touch of plot! (NEW)
Crosshair
To Speak Without Words (female!reader) mini-series, WIP (just Ch. 1 rn, 2 is in the works!)
Somebody to Lean On (female!reader) one-shot, hurt-comfort
Tech
What Does Real Love Look Like? (female!reader) one-shot, but I couldn’t resist making a *Part 2! With a happier ending that’s starting to get a little smutty!
* Turn Ons (gn!reader) drabble/imagine
EnigmaTech (female!reader) mini-series, WIP (Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, ...) my Tech lives AU! (he lives, but they still gotta go get him, and Cross, and Omega, with reader's help!)
Concealed in a Touch (gn!reader) one-shot, touch-starved comfort fic!
Technically, it's Body Dysmorphia (female!reader) drabble/imagine - just a short comfort fic!
All
* Strong Women (female!reader) drabble/imagine - individually, but in one post
Triggered (female!reader) one-shot - deals with body dysmorphia, angsty comfort fic, all the boys being sweet towards reader
Shark Week (afab!reader) one-shot - periods suck, the boys are here to help!
The Boys in Blue - the 501st
Captain Rex
Angel Eyes (female!reader) one-shot, Rex is flirty because it felt like it fit him in this scenario! Reader is Chiss (look up Thrawn if this is new to you!)
Ancient Remedies (female!reader) one-shot, I guess it's a hurt-comfort, but Rex is the injured one and your job is to keep him from leaving medbay, for Kix's sanity of course
* Laced with Love [formerly the Right Attire series] (afab!reader) one-shot, lingerie and a loving Rex! Guess this is my first post with Rex smut on here! (NEW)
* Fanboy (afab!reader) one-shot, he's a fan of your erotica writing and figures out you're the author! (NEW)
ARC Corporal Fives
What is Lost Can Also Be Found (female!reader) one-shot, sorta hurt-comfort but you’re comforting Fives, Fives Lives AU!
Five for Fives (female!reader) one-shot, Fives Lives AU!
The Knight in Shining Armor - Din Djarin
True Partners (femaleMandalorian!reader) mini-series, this one WILL get spicy - Ch. 1… WIP
Additional characters coming soon!
Credit Where It's Due:
Bad Batch boys dividers by @/djarrex
colorful dividers by @/saradika
(hyperspace headers/footers are my own)
Other
Lore rants: look for the tags “stardust rants” “zenith rants”, “infodump”, and “sw lore”
Science: I'm a space scientist by trade, so I have moments when I need to let my science out a bit. Those moments will be tagged as "secret scientist" and "Stardust rants" because my username is in fact, a pun. I could tell you more, but then it wouldn't be a secret, would it? ;P
There's still a little time on Wednesday to get this in, right?
thanks for the tag @isthereanechoinhere96!
Since it was Echo we were chatting about not so long ago, here's a snippet from a reader x Echo fic I've been working on!
I must admit, most of my WIPs rn are super angsty. Never thought I'd write in such an angsty style, but I do like to try my hand at the topics that are hardest to talk about in the real world. However, this one isn't angsty! And I'm glad I found it again! I really need to brush the dust off of this one and pick it up again!
So here's a yet, unnamed Echo snippet. It's gonna be mostly smut when I finally get around to finishing it (none in this snippet tho), but that's what we're all here for, amiright? That being said, minors dni, you can come back when you're older. Suggestive snippet hidden beneath the cut!
Echo x reader Snippet
“Hey, Echo. What’s up, what do you need?”
Echo smirks, and raises his eyebrows at you, eyes half-lidded.
“When was the last time someone asked YOU that question?” He counters.
For a moment you stare in shock, but only a brief moment. With haste, you compose yourself, a gracious smile on your lips and in your eyes.
“I don’t need anything, I’m here to help you guys.”
But your slight hesitation had already betrayed you.
“What if someone wanted to take care of you?” He asked.
“Wanted? But why? I don’t need anything.”
“Everyone needs something, and you deserve the galaxy for everything you've done for us.”
His eyes have you caught within the honey of his gaze, mesmerized by the emotion in them.
His hand slides from your shoulder and scoops up your hand from the box it was resting on. His eyes never leave yours as he brings your hand up near your shoulder, to his lips for a gentle kiss.
Your heart is beating fast. You can barely think straight. Where was this coming from? Sure, you’d both flirted in the past, but that was just Echo, right? He didn’t secretly long for you the way you longed for him at night… did he?
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, using his other arm to gently pull you to his chest, “I don’t have all the pieces that I used to…” a misty look sits in his eye, but it is quickly replaced by desire “… but I’ll be damned if I can’t take care of you the way you deserve for putting up with everything we put you through.”
You’re trying not to let the fact that you’re panting be too visible, but the ARC already spotted it. The way your chest rises and falls, and the way your eyes widened and haven’t left his.
“Will you let me take care of you tonight?” He asks.
