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Summary: After overhearing you relieving some stress in the shower, Echo realizes you may harbor the same feelings for him that he has for you.
Warnings: Mutual pining, masturbation (both male and female), use of sex toy with accidental eavesdropping.
Length: 2k
The water in the shower was hot. Almost as hot as the feeling of his hand on your body. He kneaded your breast, rolling and pinching your stiffened bud until a longing moan stretched out of your throat. A satisfied hum resonated in your ear as he kissed your neck, teeth raking across the thin flesh. For so long you ached to have this gorgeous man explore you and it finally happened. His name was on your lips, spoken like a secret prayer, the only cure for the unrelenting torment you felt deep in your cunt from the moment you met him.
“Echooo…."
Leaning back against the wall of the tiny shower stall you spread your legs, waiting for him. He started with one finger, then a second, pushing and curling deep inside you, edging you closer to a desperately needed orgasm, but it remained elusive. Removing his fingers, he positioned himself at your entrance. A moan hitched in your throat as he finally, slowly pushed into you and you finally, at long last experienced the glorious sensation of being filled by him. How your body had ached for that moment, but there was no time to savor it, your water allotment was almost up.
Wasting no time, he pushed and pulled rapidly, grinding his hips against you as he thrust, until you were little more than a panting mess under the jets. Your clit, already swollen and sensitive, didn’t need much stimulation from his thumb before the coil wound impossibly tight. You were close, so close but release evaded you for some unknown reason. His hand grasped your breast as your hips thrust. As the water began to temper, with one final thrust and a loud, shameless moan of his name, you finally came harder than you had in months.
Opening your eyes, you cut the water and took a minute to catch your breath in the otherwise empty fresher. Your core was still throbbing as the vibrator continued to buzz in your hand. Switching it off and cleaning it in the sink, you quickly toweled yourself dry.
You picked up the device on Pantora several weeks back and thoroughly enjoyed it, however the constant proximity of the batch meant you didn’t get to use it nearly as much as you wanted. Though, whether you were using your hands or your toy the focus of your fantasy was always the same.
Echo.
Echo sighed heavily as he returned to the Marauder. He hated forgetting things, mostly because Tech never let him hear the end of it, even though he distinctly remembered hearing Tech say he would get the gear box. On the walk back, he tried your comm several times, but you didn’t answer, not that he really blamed you. If given the option, he’d ignore his brothers from time to time as well.
He opened the ramp and hurried aboard. Hearing the water running, he concluded you were in the shower, all the more reason to be quick. As he rifled through the crates in the back to find the right one, a sound from the fresher made him blush. You moaned. Flustered by the accidental intrusion, he grabbed the crate. Then you moaned again…louder.
“Echooo!”
His spine snapped straight. He was desperate to leave but his feet were rooted in place as he heard your gasping, climactic pants just on the other side of the thin durasteel door. The water cut, which sent him into a panic as he shoved the other crates back into place. Before he could escape, the fresher door slid open.
You walked around the corner, not noticing the open ramp in your post orgasmic state. In your shock at his sudden presence, you flinched and released the small bundle of your dirty under clothes in your hand. Lunging in reflex, you caught your bra and shorts, but not the vibrator that was concealing in the middle.
The silicone device hit the metal floor and bounced end over end before stopping at his feet. During the tumble, the power button was hit, which left the fluorescent purple phallus dancing around the toe of his boot. Both of you stared at it for a painfully quiet moment, save for the loud buzzing of the plastic handle on the durasteel floor.
You froze, unsure of how long he had been there. Mortification was etched across your face. Matters only got worse when he set down the crate and picked up the device. He looked it over with a measure of curiosity and found the power switch to turn it off. The silence in the room only thickened when he extended his arm to politely return it.
“Th-thanks,” you accepted the device and chucked it into your bunk as thought it was about to bite you. “Did you forget something or…”
As you watched his body language, a sense of dread sank into your stomach. He stood rigid and talked much faster than he usually did. His eyes looked all over the ship, except directly at you, save for a lingering gaze down your towel wrapped body.
Echo cleared throat, clearly just as uncomfortable, “Uh, yeah.. I forgot the supply crate. Sorry to interrupt your… privacy. I’ll get out of your hair.”
He shuffled past you, being careful to avert his eyes, nearly sprinting out of the ship. You closed the ramp and slumped against the wall humiliated. Hiding your hands on your face, your cheeks burned red. Internally you wanted to die. He heard you. He definitely heard you.
That night Echo stretched out in his bunk, relaxed but wide awake. Sleep was different for him after becoming part machine, so it left him with a lot of time to think at night. As he stared at the underside of your bunk, he thought more about what he learned that day.
In the months he’d known you, he found you more and more attractive though not just physically. You were funny, kind, and sharp-witted, but perhaps most of all, when you were around him, he felt like a complete man again. The thing that held him back was his uncertainty at your feelings for him.
Initially you approached him in a lighthearted, flirtatious way, but it caught him off guard. He found himself unsure of how to respond, in part doubting you could see him in that way. Then your behavior quickly changed and you made it clear he was your friend. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he accepted it all the same, comfortable with unrequited feelings and long nights spent listening to the sweet sounds you made in your sleep from the bunk above, wishing he could be next to you.
As he recalled the way his name sounded on her lips, his cock twitched and pushed against his body glove. Pressing his eyes closed, he tried to think of something else, anything else, but the mental images of your smile kept dominating his mind. Drawing the privacy curtain, as they all did from time to time, he freed his cock and pulled off his shirt. The cool air of the ship felt good as the heat of arousal prickled across his skin. Gripping himself firmly, he began to languidly stroke his length. In the privacy of his bunk, he indulged the fantasy of you.
You hovered over him, your soft breasts grazing his chest. Your lips caressed his gaunt cheeks before continuing down his neck and up the other side. His lips part as yours meet his, gentle and sweet. An eager hand finds your breast and thumbs pebbled peaks until moan. Slotting your legs around his hips, you slid onto his aching length, your dripping pussy already clenching around him. As you rode him, your face upturned and mouth agape, the most delightful sounds of ecstasy escaped while you reached your peak…
Echo strangled back a moan. He was close. His hand vigorously pumped, slicked with his precum as his belly tightened. Sweat dotted his forehead and his body trembled with anticipation. Hooking a rag on his scomp, he danced with the edge. Above him, he heard you sigh in your sleep. The sound made his hips buck as he clamped the rag over his pulsing cock just in time to catch the hot, white ropes of his release.
He opened his eyes and blinked several times, returning to reality. His head sank back into his pillow as a euphoric wave tingled through his body. Releasing a deep, satisfied breath, he let his softening member lay on his exposed stomach. After tucking himself away, he silently padded to the fresher, buried the used rag in the hamper, and washed.
As he returned to his bunk, he stopped at your drawn curtain. He knew you were embarrassed by his accidental intrusion and while he regretted walking in on you, knowing you still felt at least something for him caused a warm feeling to grow in his chest. A yawn tugged at his throat as he ducked back into his bunk. Maybe he’d get a decent night’s sleep after all.
You had been actively avoiding Echo for several rotations out of sheer embarrassment, which was no easy task given your cohabitation on a single ship. Mostly, you busied yourself outside the Marauder, helping Tech with maintenance and upgrades. For the most part, you were successful, but as everyone settled into the ship at night, you had to face the inevitable awkwardness of being in close quarters with him.
That night, once you thought they were all asleep, you sat up in your bunk, turned in your small lamp, and dug out a repair kit. In your desire to hide your shame by hurling your vibrator into the safety of your bunk, it broke. After setting out a small tray and the various tools you thought you’d need, you set about dismantling the device. It didn’t take long to realize the drivers you had were too big for the screws, but you knew where to find them.
Slipping silently from your bunk, you padded to the work bench and opened the driver compartment, testing tools until you found the right size. Satisfied that you could continue, you turned back to your bunk and froze. A soft glow of light shined under the curtain of Echo’s bunk, which hadn’t been there before. Swearing, you pressed forward and stood at the rack.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked quietly from behind the black fabric.
“Uh, no. You?” you replied, casually tossing the device and tool onto your bunk, but they clattered on the tray.
“Slept a while and woke up,” he pulled the curtain back enough to see you. “Are you working on something?”
“Yeah, I just needed a different driver to get started,” uou felt your face burn red.
“Want some help?”
“Uhhh, no,” your voice trembled nervously so you faked a yawn. “I’m getting tired actually, I may just try another time.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow at you with a chuckle, “Alright. Well, goodnight.”
You climbed back into your bunk. Echo heard you overhead shifting to a comfortable position as he resumed reading. His eyes flicked up to the sound of small pieces tinking quietly on the metal tray, followed by the sound of shuffling tools. As he read the next few sentences, he hears you grunt and huff in frustration.
“Dank ferrik!” you swore quietly and tried again.
Echo set his holopad aside and listened for another moment to the sounds of your struggle. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
He heard you sigh reluctantly. “Yes, please.”
Smiling to himself, he got up and stood at your curtain. You opened it far enough for him to study the contents of your bunk. He recognized the item you dropped the other day, though it was presently in several pieces. His eyes shifted to yours as you sat, face burning red, looking everywhere but at him.
“It broke,” you sheepishly admit.
“Okay…” he replied neutrally.
“I can’t seem to find the problem. I think a wire is loose, but I can’t take it apart. And the damn thing cost me more than I care to admit and I can’t exactly run out and buy a replacement, so I’m pissed at myself for-”
“I might be able to help, if you’ll let me.”
Echo stopped your spiral with a simple hand on your arm and a gentle smile. At the warmth of his bare hand on your skin, your wide eyes finally met his. He gestured to the tray so you gathered all the pieces and tools and slid it to him.
You had stripped off the silicone shell and removed the battery, however opening the vibrating capsule was proving difficult. He picked it up and studied it for a moment, while you tried not to remind yourself your crush was handling your vibrator.
“I think I can fix it. Come on.”
Taking the tray, he sat at the workbench and flicked on the light. Reluctantly, you followed. He made quick work of opening the capsule and began inspecting it. Then he turned on the soldering gun to heat up and went to work. You sat in a thick silence, which only made you feel more self conscious. Eventually, you decided awkward conversation might be better than awkward silence.
“Thank you…for the help," you finally said.
“You’re welcome," he replied but paused. “I’m sorry I interrupted you the other day. If I’d known…you shouldn’t be embarrassed. We’ve all been there. Sometimes the only way to relax is to…”
“Take a hands on approach?” you tactfully finished, arching a brow at him.
“Yeah," he chuckled lightly, which surprisingly cut through the tension. “But being the only woman on board, I understand why you want privacy for that. Is that why you worked out your deal with Hunter to have the ship to yourself for a few hours between missions?”
“I mean, not just that, but yeah.”
“What else do you do?” he asked before he could stop himself.
“Well, since your currently repairing my sex toy, I suppose we’ve reached a new level of intimacy,” you laughed awkwardly, trying to convince yourself to answer the question. “I take care of some grooming of a more…personal nature.”
Echo’s head cocked toward you, his hand stilling on the repair. “What?”
Sighing, you decide you throw subtlety out the airlock. “I’m not sure how it works for guys, but having a full bush in a body glove is incredibly uncomfortable.”
He inhaled sharply and choked on saliva, which sent him into a coughing fit. After a minute of stifling himself into his elbow, it was his turn to blush.
“Guess I hadn’t considered that,” he quipped then also decided to throw subtlety out the airlock. “So, is this thing any good?”
Your mouth fell open slightly at the brash question. “Uh, yeah. Better than anything else I’ve had.”
“Come on, it can’t be that good," his tone was almost playful in his disbelief.
“Oh really?” you countered, leaning against the bench toward him. “That doesn’t complain about using protection, it’s never cum on my clothes, or my face or my tits without so much as a heads up, and unlike every other trooper I’ve been with, that makes sure I always finish first.”
Echo considered her answer and gave a conceding, though cringing nod, “Not all of us are like that. But don’t you miss…I dunno, the human connection?”
“Of course I do. There’s nothing like having the warmth of another person with you but…” on a whim, you decided to cast a proverbial line. “I haven’t exactly had any offers lately, so I take care of myself
“I could-” he began but stopped himself. The inescapable fear of your rejection was stronger than he could face.
The look he gave you made your heart flutter. For a moment you thought he was going to lean across the bench and kiss you. His eyes flicked to your lips, as you unconsciously wetted them, causing his brows to pull together just slightly in longing. You were certain that he was a generous lover, but as things stood, you doubted you’d ever get to find out. He swallowed hard, as evident by the noticeable dips of his Adam’s apple through the high collar of his glove and dragged his gaze back to your repair.
Falling back into silence, you watched as he skillfully soldered several wires back into place. Closing the capsule, he reconnected it to the battery. With the press of a button, it sprang to life again. The noticeable buzz it typically made had quieted to an almost silent hum. An appreciative smile crossed your face as he switched it off and fitted the silicone shell around it. For the second time in as many rotations, Echo returned your vibrator.
“All set. Might even be better than before. Let me know how it works.” He offered helpfully, but blushed in the dim light as he registered what he was suggesting.
“I’ll keep you posted.” you smiled playfully and looked at him through your lashes. “Thank you again for your help.”
“Anytime,” he replied, quickly tidying the bench to avoid eye contact.
Rising, you placed a hand in his arm, and kissed his stubbled cheek. If you didn’t know better, you thought you felt him turn his face toward yours slightly. Feeling emboldened, you shifted and ghosted a kiss against his surprisingly soft lips, lingering just long enough to see how he’d reply. Rather than learn into you, he stiffened until you pulled back, which told you all you needed to know.
“Goodnight, Echo.” you said warmly, though your eyes were downcast. “Thanks again. I hope you sleep well.”
He was conflicted as he watched you go. Part of him wanted nothing more than to follow you, join you in the confines of your bunk and see if he could make you moan his name as loudly as your vibrator. As he turned off the light at the bench and decided to go to the cockpit, he heard a hum coming from your bunk, followed by his praising name on your lips. At least he was able to make you cum, one way or another.
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Summary: Despite the mutual attraction between you and Echo, your world shatters with the utterance of a single sentence. After months apart, lost in the mechanism of the Empire, at long last, you find your beloved Echo, but it seems your lives are not meant to continue on the same path.
Warning: Angst. *slaps this fic* You would not believe the angst I've stuffed into this fic. I would apologize for it, but I just don't feel that bad. Oral (both m and f receiving), cum eating, creampie, fingering, unprotected p in v (don't be dumb IRL. No glove, no love) reader states an implant, so contraception is on board. Canon-type violence, mention of genocide and injuries. Alcohol consumption and language. It's a long chapter, please let me know if I missed anything triggering.
The beauty of hyperspace was always captivating. As a child growing up on Lothal, you never imagined your life would take the direction it had, yet there you were, in the cockpit of Marauder, hurtling across the galaxy, another successful mission under your belt. With any luck, it meant the Republic was one step closer to victory and maybe a normal life. Familiar footfalls approached, pulled you from your trance as you turned your face to the door.
"You busy?" he asked politely, lingering in the frame.
"No," you didn't resist the smile that pulled in your cheeks. "I was thinking about you, actually."
Echo smiled boyishly and quietly closed the door for a fraction of privacy. You instantly on your feet and in his arms, your lips finding his with urgency. He returned your longing, pulling you flush against his body as he clung to you. The mission had been long, without a single private moment to steal. While you both had stayed focused on the task at hand, inside you were aching to be alone with him.
"Maker, it's been hard to resist kissing you," he gasped, resting his forehead against yours when the need for air drove your mouths apart.
"Me too. I've wanted to be with you for so long," looking up into his eyes, three words formed in your mouth but you hesitated to say them, afraid it was too soon.
He caressed your cheek and, seeming to read your expression, bent down to kiss your lips sweetly. "I think I'm fall-"
"Got a mission!" Hunter called through the door after, pounding a fist on the durasteel three times.
Echo took a tempering breath to calm the flash of frustration at the intrusion. You took his face in your hands and planted a kiss on his cheek. As you stepped away from his arms, he squeezed your backside, making you yelp in surprise. When you looked back in shock, the roguish grin he wore as his eyes danced across your face made your core ache.
"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything important," Hunter teased lightly. "Our orders have been updated. General Bilaba has requested assistance on Kaller. They're entrenched and need our help breaking the droid line. First however..."
Hunter's tone and look he gave you made your gut sink. "What is it?"
"Our orders are to take you to a transfer station. You're to report back to Coruscant immediately."
"What?" Echo huffed in shock. "Why?"
"The Separatists launched an attack on Coruscant, the Supreme Chancellor was taken hostage. The Jedi rescued him, but all outlier volunteers are being recalled for security reasons."
Your eyes stung, but you blinked the emotions away. Crying wasn't going to change anything. Echo's hand protectively gripped your shoulder. It took everything in you not to turn into his chest.
"Hunter, this isn't right," he protested.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Orders are orders," you held a stiff upper lip, knowing it was the nature of a soldier's life. "I'll get my gear packed."
With a rigid spine, you walked out of Echo's comforting presence and immediately felt a degree colder. Crosshair gave you a little empathetic nod as he followed Tech to the cockpit, taking Wrecker with him.
"Hunter, she isn't a security risk," Echo forcefully whispered. "You know that as well as I do."
"I know and I know what this is doing to both of you. I am truly sorry," he sighed. "I don't want it to be this way, but we...don't have a choice. Once this all settles down, I'll do what I can to get you back on the team but for now...my hands are tied. We'll give you some time alone to say goodbye."
As Hunter departed, Echo looked back to the bunks with a heavy heart. Your legs poked out of the opening as you sat and quickly packed your few possessions in your pack. He walked over and looked up at you, seeing your glassy eyes for the first time. You couldn't hold his gaze long before a sob began to choke in your throat but you bit it back with a clenched jaw until it felt like you were going to explode.
"Sorry I didn't get to finish what I started," he joked when he saw a flash of purple in your bag.
A chuckle huffed in your chest, regaining some of your composure, "Me too. I was really looking forward to that. Can't promise I won't use it while we're apart.
"Will you still think of me when you do?" He asked, suddenly nervous as he waited for your answer.
"You're the only one I've ever thought about when I do," you whispered.
His chest swelled at your words, "We'll see each other again, I promise."
Wiping your eyes and taking a deep breath, you slid down once your bag was packed and closed. He immediately kissed you with desperation, despite your messy face. Although part of you held out hope that it wasn't goodbye, you couldn't ignore the stone of worry in your gut that everything was about to change.
Six Months Later...
Your senses were overwhelmed as you regained consciousness. The deafening roar of conflagration, the choking smoke and nauseating smell of green wood and flesh burning, the piercing pain in the left side head. Rational thoughts failed as you scrambled to process your surroundings into a plan of action. Sweat drenched your body, not from exertionbut from the radiant heat of the blaze in which you were trapped.
Opening your eyes, the display on your helmet flickered and shorted out, leaving you blind through the tinted visor, save for the ominous glow, bathing everything in orange. The filters couldn't keep up with the onslaught of carcinogens around you and your lungs began to burn with each inhale of smoke and ash. Darkness quickly encroached, the absence of oxygen in the air stealing the life from your body. As you relaxed your head against the hot ground, too exhausted and disoriented to fight against the falling curtain, you pictured him behind your closed lids. His smile, his warm, honey-brown gaze, shining for you and you alone as he reached a hand toward you.
Through the cacophony of the blaze and your own surrender to death, you barely noticed the approach of a figure, much less her deep sapphire gaze as she spoke to you with her mind.
Do not be afraid, this is not our day to die.
He saw you walking across the platform, walking away. Your pack was slung on your shoulders and helmet tucked under your arm. The transport on the other side was waiting to take you to your new post. Orders were orders and yours were no longer the same as his. With one last look over your shoulder, you said goodbye with your watery eyes before donning your helmet, your protection, your shell, the only sanctuary you had left.
As the ramp closed and engines engaged, something in him snapped. He couldn't let you go. Racing from the Marauder, he waved his arms to stop the shuttle. Orders be damned, he wasn't going to live without you. But his legs wobbled and the ground became unstable. His shouts garbled in his mouth and only muted noises came out.
The shuttle continued to despite his floundering protests as he fought to break away from his useless limbs that protested every motion. Suddenly the ship burst into flames. To his horror, the wreckage fell like a stone into the dark, churning blanket of thick clouds below the platform. Without thought, Echo dove from the platform after you and groaned when he hit the floor of the Marauder.
Holding his head, it took a moment for the remnants of the nightmare to fade away. A sheen of sweat in his skin gave him a chill outside the confines of his bunk. He carefully climbed back up to the upper bunk, having moved into the one you vacated after your reassignment as a way to stay close to you. Your scent had long since faded from the bedding and was replaced with the recurrent scene of your death, playing in his subconscious almost every time he slept as a painful reminder of yet another thing the Empire had taken away.
It was hot in the markets and the tightly packed bodies of the residents shuffling past one another didn't help the temperature. Under your open-faced helmet, sweat collected in your hair, save for the side you kept shaved thanks to the recurrent bald patch above your left ear, a lasting reminder of your presumed demise. Although the Empire didn't seem to exist on Ord Mantel, you took no chances and kept your balaclava high on your face and your head down as you navigated the streets in search of your destination despite the oppressive heat..
Doubt filled your mind as you stood outside the cantina. Your contact was certain, adamant even you'd find them at that location, but as you descended the curving staircase, it seemed unlikely. All the same, the subterranean establishment was significantly cooler than it was outside, not to mention quiet. A few patrons were scattered around in small groups huddled over private conversations. The bar was unoccupied, so you seated yourself and freed your face to enjoy a deep breath of fresh air.
After a moment, a surly Trandoshan approached and you ordered a drink. Upon receiving and paying for your beverage, you cautiously posed a question.
"I've heard rumors there are some clones that are in the area. Have you happened to see them?"
"Oh, I see lots of things," she replied, feigning thought. "But my memory is a little...fuzzy at the moment."
Sighing lightly, you dropped a few more credits on the counter, "Does that help clear things up?"
"It does, actually," she collected the gratuity. "Never heard of 'em."
Your eyes narrowed in annoyance as she walked away. You supposed you should have seen it coming. Every attempt you'd made to find the Bad Batch in recent months always had the same result. Missions to extract deserters were always risky and the intel was always flimsy at best, but you had managed to successfully recover and recruit enough troopers to make the effort worthwhile in the eyes of the Rebellion, so they let you continue. Yet, your former squadmates remained elusive. Hope had bloomed in your heart when the mission was approved, but with each minute that ticked by, you began to fear the worst.
Sipping your drink slowly, you lingered as long as possible, hoping they might turn up. In the corner, you could feel the proprietor watching you closely. She seemed agitated, by your continued presence. Although you wanted to wait longer, partaking in another drink seemed ill advised if you were going to be flying later that day and you doubted you'd be allowed to loiter. You needed supplies anyway, so a walk through the markets would help clear your head and shed your disappointment.
"Thanks for the drink," you called dryly, leaving a few more credits as a tip before fitting your mask back in place and leaving.
Back to the markets once more, you distractedly picked up supplies. Fresh produce was a rare treat, though not even the ripest meiloorun couldn't compare to the sweetness of Echo's kiss. You'd trade nearly anything for it, to even just know he was still alive and wasn't trapped under the thumb of the Empire. Your heart sank as you wandered to the next stall and spied a clone troopers doll in a bin of toys.
You bought it on impulse, for no other reason than to serve as a memory of once was, a memory of a prior life. With your shopping finished, you looked around to find your way back to your ship. As you oriented yourself, a booming voice caught your attention. It was a voice you'd recognize anywhere. Scanning the packed throngs, the most noticeable person was an adolescent perched atop someone's shoulders. Almost the entirety of the blonde's body was visible above the crowd, indicating that they were being carried by someone very, very tall.
They were walking away from you, headed in the direction of the cantina. You quickly followed, keeping them in sight as you wove through the crowd. Your heart thundered in your chest and adrenaline flooded your bloodstream making your hands shake. As you caught up to them, you picked up traces of Wrecker's unmistakable voice. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes.
He lifted the girl from his shoulders and they bounded through the entrance where supposedly no one had seen any clone troopers. Your breath caught in your throat, your feet were suddenly lead, and your stomach tightened nervously. It was a moment you had been thinking about since the day you parted ways. Steeling your nerves, you slowly descended the stairs, unsure of what you'd find.
"I don't need your ex-girlfriends showing up at my place, hanging around for you to show up!" Cid yelled. "I have enough problems of my own!"
"Cid, what are you talking about?" Hunter defended. "None of us have a girl-"
"I don't ask what you all do with your free tips time cause I don't want to know!" she cut off.
Echo had largely tuned out Cid's ranting when they returned. They had no idea what she was ranting about. But as Tech checked the holocam to figure out who the mystery woman was, a possibility crossed his mind. It seemed improbable, impossible. Nothing more than a foolish hope that would only lead to heart break.
"Echo, look at this," Tech said, pushing the holopad into his hands.
He stared at the image on the screen in shock. There you were, sitting at the bar waiting for them. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed his helmet and thrust the device to Hunter.
"It's her. Tech, check the docks for any small crafts arriving today."
As he walked around the tables and chairs, you emerged from around the corner. When his eyes met yours, he froze. Your name fell from his lips in a whisper as you removed your balaclava. At the sight of your face, his honey-brown eyes were glassy. Just as he took a tentative step toward you, Wrecker charged passed and embraced you with a boisterous greeting before taking you to the bar for a drink.
Echo gave a patient smile and joined, sitting on your left and scooting the stool close. After a round was served and you were introduced to Omega, you began catching up. Hunter relayed the events of Kaller, the aftermath of the Republic's fall, and what led them to Ord Mantel.
"I heard about what happened to Kamino and. I'm so sorry."
"What happened to you, anway?"
"After my orders changed, all the outlier volunteers were returned to Coruscant. We were evaluated and those of us that made the cut were issued TK-numbers and sent for training."
"You...joined the Empire?" Hunter asked nervously.
"They didn't tell us what was going on. Order 66 was issued while we were in hyperspace, the updates we received were very filtered and controlled. They told us, since the war was over they were going to allow enlistment so the clones could transition to civilian life. I knew in my gut something wasn't right when we arrived on Daro. The troopers were...they weren't themselves anymore. That's when I realized we had been lied to and wanted out."
"That's not an easy task," Echo added grimly.
"Our first mission was to Sertha. We were briefed that a 'native fauna' had been delaying the Empire's mining operation. We arrived in the dead of night and marched to the coordinates. It was a kriffing village. A civilian village that had been there for years. We were ordered to raze the trees they lived in. 'Smoke them out and open fire if they resist.',"you paused, seeking comfort from his presence before continuing. "I refused. Threw down my weapon and tried to reason with the others, but the Commander pulled his blaster and gave me this new beauty mark."
You finally, if reluctantly, removed your helmet and set it on the bar. You'd been living with the scar for several months, but still felt insecure. In your peripheral vision, you could see Echo's wide eyes and pinched brows. When you met his gaze, he put a hand on yours in comfort. To your right, you felt the concerned looks from the others.
"How did you survive?" Tech asked with gentle curiosity. "TK issue armor wouldn't be able to protect you from a shot at that range."
Your eyes narrowed in his direction, "Indeed it wouldn't, which is why I modified mine with an old commando helmet I swiped from storage so it would actually be useful. When I came to, everything was burning and the squad was gone. There was another survivor, she carried me to safety and took me to a medical station. I never got her name, but I think she was a Jedi."
Hunter placed a caring hand on your shoulder. "Well, the Marauder is crowded as always, but you're welcome to join us again."
"I'm not here to join you, I'm here to recruit you."
"For what?"
"To fight," frustration leaked into your tone at their obliviousness. "Pockets of rebellion are forming every day and resisting the Empire. We need people who know how to fight."
"I appreciate the offer, but Rex already tried-"
"Who do you think sent me?" Frustration gave way to anger in your tone.
Hunter's tone firmed, "We have to think about her safety."
"You're unbelievable," you scoffed. "You think you're the only ones that have kids to worry about? These aren't soldiers, Hunter. they're regular people who have banded together. Any planet with a standing army that fought alongside the Republic was immediately occupied and demilitarized. Those who refused enlistment were arrested on suspicion of sedition."
"I don't see what help the four of us can be."
"You touted your enhancements, your gifts, that set you apart from the rest of the Grand Army. What good are you doing with those gifts hiding here and working as a merc? At least Crosshair owned his choice to stay with the Empire, rather than hiding behind an excuse and choosing complacency."
Your cutting words struck a nerve in Hunter, who stood himself. "Now see here-"
"No, you see here!" you thrust an accusatory finger into his chest plate. "I didn't serve with the Batch for long, but there was one thing that became abundantly clear from the beginning: Clones Force 99, with the exception of Echo, enjoyed a very privileged place in the Grand Army. Have you ever even seen a front line? Landed on the ground with a thousand brothers knowing you'll likely lose half of them?"
Behind you, Echo murmured a caution gently in an attempt to temper your anger. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes softened at his pained expression. Conflict brewed in his gaze. He knew you were right in your protest of their decision, but also that Hunter's mind wouldn't be easily changed.
"This rebellion is always a day away from failure," you admitted, somewhat defeated. "Clones troopers fighting at their side again...it inspires hope. I've seen it. Your experience and leadership, it's what we need most."
An uncomfortable pause hung in the air. As your eyes bored into Hunter's, you hoped for any sign he'd change his mind. When his shoulders drooped and his eyes fell from yours, it was all the answer you needed. Nodding subtly, you tossed the remains of your drink into your back and grabbed your helmet from the bar. Echo held your arm, begging you to stay by his expression alone. With a faint smile you kissed him briefly and walked out of his grasp.
"I'm not leaving until the morning," you announced as you donned your helmet and fixed your mask in place. "Docking bay 74...if you change your mind."
You heard him your name, and the scuffle of the stool on the gritty floor as you ascended the stairs, but didn't stop. If you turned back, if you paused, hesitated even for a moment, you weren't sure you'd be able to honor your commitment to the Rebellion after seeing him in person again. Tears of frustration pricked at your eyes as you walked back to your ship.
Damn that stubborn man!
After stowing the delivered supplies and refueling, you sat on the open ramp as the sun set and pulled the trooper doll from your belt pouch and regarded it fondly. Rex had warned you of the likely outcome, so you shouldn't have been surprised. Still part of you had hoped Hunter would see the bigger picture, but it seemed not. And you would return empty handed. Standing, you entered your small ship, setting the doll on your work bench to paint when you had some time to kill. You stared at the crate of produce but suddenly had no appetite, defeat had chased it away.
As you looked around your ship, suddenly unsure of what to do next, you heard your name in the distance. Stepping to the entrance of the ship, you saw Echo jogging across the docking bay, dust pluming around each footfall. He held your surprised gaze as he ascended the ramp and pulled you into a deep kiss without stopping until he had pinned you against the wall of the ship. Your mouth opened to his as heat flooded your body. All the longing that built in both your time together and separated broke free of restraint. Nothing short of the Empire itself invading Ord Mantel was going to stop you.
He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, "I'm sorry about Hunter. I tried to change his mind."
"I don't want to talk Hunter," your chest heaved as you panted for a moment before diving back into his lips.
He groaned, inhaling your scent deeply. "I thought about you everyday. After you left, I had nightmares that your shuttle crashed as you left. It felt like I lost you all over again every night since we parted."
"I'm still here, Echo," you replied.
Echo moaned as you slid your hands under the edge of his codpiece. Grinning to yourself, you unlatched it, tossed it aside, and immediately palmed him through his compression suit. His knees wavered at your touch and he had to brace himself against the wall to stay upright as his hips bucked into your hands. The aching whimpers he made your pussy throb with anticipation.
"Get the door and you can finally finish what you started," you panted, knowing exactly what you wanted to do next.
Without hesitation, Echo turned and activated the controls to seal the ship. When he turned back, his eyes blew wide at the sight of you waiting on your knees. As he strode back to you, your head tilted up to meet his hand caressing your cheek, thumb sweeping across your kiss bruised lips. Your hands slid across his bulge and freed his twitching erection. The swollen tip glistened with beads of precum, the aroma of which made your mouth water.
"I was going to make sure you came first, " he crooned as you wetted your lips.
"Do you want me to stop?" your hands stilled against his pelvis.
"I certainly won't say no," he chuckled. "But only if you want to."
Biting your lower lip, you nodded slowly, "Echo, I definitely want to."
Holding his smoldering gaze, you lavished his shaft with wet kisses before drawing the flat of your tongue up the length of his velvety flesh. Staying his fidgety hips with a firm hand, you angled the tip to your parted lips, licking away the weeping fluid and sighing at his taste. Your lips stretched around his girth and, with methodical, agonizing slowness, he sank into your mouth as deeply as you could take him. A sinful groan rumbled in his chest as you pulled back with hollowed cheeks and plunged forward, hungrily eating his cock. Slick quickly coated your panties as his hips instinctively began rolling toward you.
"It's been a while," he moaned. "I'm not going to last long if you keep going."
His words spurred you on, the sound of his voice alone stoking your desire. Gripping the upper edge of his cuisses, you pushed him deeper into your throat with each bob of your head. He leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall behind you. Looking up, you drank in the sight of him, brows pinched above heavily lidded eyes blown out in ecstasy, mouth agape as rasping moans escaped his lips. A hand tentatively rested on your head, but when you hummed at the action his grip firmed.
"I'm close," he strained. "I'm really close."
Shifting your hands to the sides of his hips, you relaxed your jaw and took his length deep into your throat until your nose reached the dark, coarse curls at his base. A loud, pleasured cry reverberated off the durasteel. Your fingers dug into the small muscles of his thighs and glutes as they tightened and trembled. The hand on the back of your head gripped firmly as he fought the desire to thrust recklessly into your face. With several more deep pulls, the coil broke and bucked his hips, holding you still as he came down your throat.
When his cock stopped pulsing, his hand retreated to the wall and he steadied himself as his vision cleared. He withdrew from your mouth and ran his thumb across your glistening lips, before offering you his hand, helping to your feet. After tucking him back into his suit, he held back of your neck and kissed you tenderly, sweeping his tongue through your mouth to taste himself on you. With a contented sigh, he held you close for a quiet moment.
When he pulled back, his hand drifted around the side of your neck as his eyes darkened with want, "Will you let me take care of you now?"
"Yes, please yes," You gasped, pulling at your clothes.
After he quickly stripped his armor to the waist, he crouched to help you out of your boots. Your trousers and panties immediately followed and before you could move toward your bunk, his hand slid up the inside of your thigh to your slick folds. As his thumb began tracing circles over your clit you saw stars and leaned back into the wall panting. Settling onto his knees, he guided one of your legs to his shoulder and began kissing and nipping at the thin flesh of your inner, almost lazily making his way toward your weeping pussy. Your hips bucked, searching for his mouth but all you received was a devious chuckle.
"Echo," you whined. "Don't tease. I've waited so long."
He responded with action rather than words. Spreading you open, his tongue began lapping at your clit which sent jolts of indulgent electricity through your body. Slumping back into the wall, ignoring the cold bite of the durasteel against your sweating flesh, your mouth dropped open and you moaned unabashedly. Deep down you always knew Echo knew how to please his partner, though he never bragged about it, unlike every other arc trooper you had known. But his skill was well beyond simply knowing what to do, he had mastered the craft and all you had to do was savor the intensity of his oral ministrations.
A thick finger grazed across your entrance, gathering your arousal and tracing you for more. Your whines turned plaintive and just when you could take anymore. He sank the digit deep into your tight cunt. After several moments of thrusting and curling, he added a second filling you more completely while he resumed eating you like a man starved. The vibrations from every grunt and groan he released sent exhilarated shivers up your body, which settled in your belly as the pressure built.
"Come for me," he rasped, his gaze burning into you from between your thighs. "I want to taste it."
The confidence in his voice caught you off guard, making your walls flutter. As he spoke, he curled his fingers deeper, coaxing you to the edge. Your legs began to tremble and heat flooded your body.
"Ec-Echo, I'm...I'm..." you were so painfully close, you couldn't complete the thought, not that you needed to.
"That's it, come for me," he crooned. "Good girl."
The quiet rumble of the last two words as his lips closed around your clit sent you over the edge. You cried his name, somewhere between screaming and singing, as you clenched around his fingers. He withdrew them and lapped at your entrance, consuming your release with a visceral moan of satisfaction. As you rode the waves of your orgasm, he slowly lowered your leg and stood. His chin was soaked with your juices and he licked his lips to taste more. Angling your face up to his, he kissed you deeply, sharing your sweet tang.
Crouching and gripping your thigh, he swept your legs to his waist and carried you to your bunk. When he set you down, he stood back for a moment and shucked his belt. Kama, and what remained of his armor. Your eyes took in the recovered bulge of his erection, straining against the fabric of his body glove.
"Do you need a few minutes?" he asked as his thumbs hooked into his waistband.
"Get over here," you playfully commanded.
Echo promptly stripped the remains of his clothes with a lascivious grin and a dusky "Yes ma'am."
Wasting no time, he slotted himself between your waiting thighs and lined up with your entrance. With one deep roll of his hips after another, he split you open and filled you with his cock. You positively melted at the stretch you had been aching for, that you had been dreaming of, for months on end. Once buried to the hilt, he released a shaking breath, settling into his prosthetic forearm and resting his body against yours.
"Are you comfortable? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked, eyes flicking between yours.
"Echo, I'm fine," you reassured gently, caressing his face. "You aren't hurting me."
"Okay. If my prosthetics are uncomfortable please tell me...okay?"
"I will, I promise."
The thoughtfulness of his request made your heart flutter. As he brushed his lips against yours, he drew his hips back and rolled back into you several times. It was a tentative thrust and he watched your expression closely for any sign of discomfort. Your breathy moans as he bottomed out and the way your hips rose to meet his reinforced your words that he wasn't causing you pain. His pace steadily increased, dragging his thick cock out of almost entirely before driving deeper and deeper with every piston of his hips.
He fucked you as no one had before. As his length dragged back and forth against your walls he sucked hard on your neck while whispering gruff praises between his own moans of pleasure. His name fell from your lips like an endless prayer as he worshiped your body. It didn't take long for you to near the edge again.
"You're so beautiful when you let go," he praised.
"I'm getting...I'm gonna-," you cried, digging your fingertips into his shoulders.
In response he hooked his scomp arm under your knee and pushed your hips up. The new, deeper angle drew a primal, howling moan from your belly as the tip of his cock continuously stroked that place that made your vision go white and all coherent thought vanish. You tried to keep your eyes open, to stay focused on his own building pleasure as evident by his slacked jaw, grunting breaths and pinched brows, but ultimately failed as you fell back into the delicious haze of your trembling pussy. Echo groaned your name loudly as you came and throbbed around his cock.
"Where? I'm close," he strained, holding back until you answered.
"Inside...implant," you gasped in reply, riding the high if your continuing orgasm.
"I love you," he exhaled as his stride faltered.
He came right after, releasing a breathy whimper before stilling his hips as his cock pulsed and emptied inside you. Pulling you close, he buried his face in your neck, catching his breath. Although you basked in the glow of your high, the last three words reverberated through your mind. Did he realize he said it aloud? As he pulled back and took in your expression, his brows shifted, seeming to realize what he'd said.
"I'm sorry I, uhh...didn't mean to..." he withdrew from you and shifted to the side of your bunk.
"I know," you said softly, silencing his panicked ramble with a kiss. "It's okay. I'm going to use the fresher. I'll be right back."
In your absence, Echo laid back in your bed and took a deep breath. Internally, he chastised himself for letting slip the feelings he knew you weren't ready for. The intensity of the moment, of seeing you at long last, finally after all those months apart being able to be with you, had gotten the better of him. Fortunately, you seemed to be taking it in stride. He stretched out on your bunk and took a deep breath.
Letting his hand slip between the mattress and the frame, when he felt a smooth plastic handle. A smile crept across his face as he gripped the object and pulled it out. Unsurprisingly, it was a phallic object, though it was fluorescent blue rather than purple. He supposed in your exit from the Empire, you had been forced to leave your personal effects behind. As the door to the fresher opened, he slid it back to its hiding place and played coy as to its existence.
"So," he grinned as he shifted to lay next to you when you returned from the fresher, "was I just as good as your toy?"
You chuckled loudly, caught off guard by his question though you welcomed the comparably light topic, "Echo, that was better than anything I've ever had before."
Pulling him into a deep kiss, you savored the heat of his body as you continued to swim in a cocktail of serotonin and oxytocin. When you parted, he rested his head on your shoulder, absently tracing the line of your clavicle as you breathed. You could have fallen asleep with him right then and there in a tangle of limbs on your tiny bunk, but as the high of your orgasm, incredible though it was, began to ebb away, your persistent and nagging mind prevented any real peace. The unfortunate reality was inescapable and it made your eyes sting. Echo's hand stilled on the flat of your chest when you took a wavering breath.
He rose to his elbow to look you in the eye. "Hey, what's wrong?" his voice was a gentle whisper laced with concern.
Swallowing hard and blinking away the tears, your hand cupped his cheek, "I'm just going to miss you."
His brows pulled in the middle as his gaze fell, knowing the truth behind the weight of your words. He couldn't go, but you couldn't stay. Both made promises, vows of service and loyalty that necessitated the forfeit of the self, of one's own wants and desires. It had been a reality he wasn't ready to admit, but one he couldn't deny.
As his own eyes watered, he surged forward, capturing your lips with his, hoping to kiss away the pain you both felt deep inside. With each breath, his body recovered and responded to your touch. The want, the need began to stir in his belly once more. If that was going to be the last time he was going to see you, he wasn't going to waste a moment on something as trivial as sleep until your bodies were utterly spent and incapable of any more.
Shifting between your parted legs, Echo lavished your neck once more as hands traveled your flesh. The manner in which he brought you to a shuddering orgasm was much the same as before, but the mood between you had changed. Gone was the lustful, heady frenzy with which you started. Instead, as his hard cock pushed inside you with every deliberate roll of his hips, you were saying goodbye to one another. Every breath, every moan, every kiss was committed to memory in the durasteel walls of your minds to call upon during the dark days which undoubtedly lay ahead.
You had resisted sleep until the wee hours of the morning, but after Echo had made love to you for...you'd lost track of how long, your eyes grew heavy and vision unfocused. Unable to fight it anymore, you drifted off, secured comfortably in his arms, listening to the sound of him breathe into your ear, "I'll find you again, I promise."
Morning came all too soon. There wasn't much either would have given to slow the rise of the sun for just a few hours more, but you could not any more stop the dawn than you could change Hunter's mind. Even in the darkness of your ship, the both of you knew what time it was without checking the chrono or looking outside. Rising with the dawn was as much a soldier's compulsion as maintaining their gear.
At your persuasion, you and Echo showered, one last chance for intimacy, one last memory to make. A fitting end to how it all began. The catharsis wasn't lost on either of you, but it didn't need verbalizing. Instead you watched his every move, every curl on his lips and shift of his brows as the water trickled down his features with a halo-like spray surrounding him. He was an absolute vision as you came together in the durasteel stall.
Afterwards, you dressed quietly, stealing glances at him as he slowly put the pieces of his armor back on. You fought to hold your emotions back as tears stung your eyes, so you turned away. His warm, calloused hand caught your wrist. When you met his gaze you saw the sorrow brimming in his eyes as well. He pulled you into his chest, his hand rubbing your back in a soothing gesture, though you could feel his working jaw against your hair and the tension in his arms. The separation was breaking his heart too.
Once dressed, emotional and physical armor fixed back in place, it was time. After a lingering final kiss, Echo reluctantly walked down the ramp of your ship. Every step was as difficult as the one before, his feet growing heavier with each stride until the weight of his heart slowed him to a stop in the middle of the silent docking bay. He had resisted looking back, knowing if he saw you crying eyes he wouldn't be able to go, but his resolve crumbled and he turned to find you turning away, the ramp rising behind you. His shoulders dropped, followed by his gaze as he resumed his long walk back to the Marauder and his brothers.
Epilogue - Endor - 4 ABY
It was over. It was finally over. The Empire had fallen. Palpatine was gone. Vader was dead. The Death Star was nothing more than debris, which was burning up in the atmosphere of the tiny forest moon on which you celebrated with your squad and hundreds of others. Beverages of all kinds flowed as the galaxy was finally at long last able to take a free breath for the first in two decades.
You had been an energetic soldier in your mid-twenties when it started and, although you still retained your grit and stubborn determination, your optimistic, if a bit naive facets had been worn down with age. Hope sprang eternal in the young faces of the next generation of leaders and you smiled nostalgically at their celebration. Undoubtedly they had all lost much growing up under the Empire's thumb, but they had each other going forward. A string plucked in your heart and the resounding vibrations brought to mind the person you never stopped loving.
"Jacen, watch where you're going!" Hera called, breaking your train of thought.
The young boy with green hair and bright blue eyes bumped into you as he ran past.
"Sorry!" He called with a giggle, bounding down the decks with a toy starship in one hand and an old clone trooper doll in the other.
Hera apologized and followed after him, while Rex nudged your shoulder and offered you a fresh bottle of ale. Smiling, you eagerly accepted the cold beverage and tapped your to his.
"Here's to the New Republic," you toasted.
"To the New Republic," he agreed. "You did good today, kid."
You couldn't help the reflexive chuckle thatrhat bubbled in your chest as you pulled deeply from your ale, "Rex, I'm in my 40s now. When are you going to stop calling me 'kid'?"
He laughed as well, "Old habits from an old clone. Still got that same fire in your belly though. Keeps you young."
Just as you opened your mouth to offer a witty reply, Jacen broke through the crowd calling your name.
"Come on, come on!" he eagerly grabbed your hand and started pulling you along.
"Jacen, slow down, what's wrong?"
"Mom told me to find you! There's a trooper looking for you!"
"A trooper?" You and Rex exchanged a confused look. "What does he look like?"
"Like Rex, but he has a droid arm, and an implant in his head!"
Your chest tightened as you followed the boy. He wove through the noisy groups back to his mother, calling to her as soon as she came back in sight. Hera turned and waved you over wearing a wide smile. The sound of your thundering heart filled your ears as you neared. Jacen's tiny hand left yours as he darted for Hera's side, proudly showing her he had completed her task.
"Thank you, such a helper," she praised, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Let's go find something to eat and give these two some privacy."
As she stepped away, revealing the mystery trooper, the world around you muted. Surely you were dreaming it, as you had some many times. It couldn't really Echo standing before you, aged at a faster rate as Rex had but still as inescapably handsome as you remembered.
His wore was shorter than Rex's but somehow more black than white. He still wore his Clone Force 99 armor, though it had been modified to accommodate his healthier weight. The gaunt from his cheeks and dark circles under his hollowed eyes were gone, replaced with a fuller, robust glow. True to Jacen's word, his scomp arm was replaced by a prosthetic hand, which he extended out to you with a broad smile. Stepping closer you slid your fingers into his hand, and the servos whirled quietly as fingers closed around yours.
"Is it really you?" your voice trembled as you cupped his cheek.
"I promised you I'd find you again," he huffed a chuckle. "I don't suppose you'd give an old clone the time of day. No doubt you've had to fight off those young Rebel pilots with a gaffi stick."
"They used to try, but none could compare to this trooper I once knew so they don't bother anymore," you flirted with a wink. "But I know how to take care of myself."
"Is that so?" he replied with a cocky, roguish grin.
At the sight of that smile, something snapped inside you. You couldn't fight it any longer. Throwing your arms around his neck you kissed him with twenty plus years of pent up longing, desperation, and passion. He gripped you tightly, sighing deeply into your mouth as his tongue prodded your lips apart. Around you, there were chuckles and hoots of titillation. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours for a moment.
"I love you," you finally confessed the words that frightened you so badly in your youth.
"I love you," his brows softened for a moment before his eyes darkened with purpose. "Where's your ship?"
You turned and gestured toward trees, where your ship had landed with several others in a small clearing, "Over there, have something in-"
In an unexpected move, he hoisted you onto his shoulder, "I want to know if I'm still better than your vibrator."
A gasp of surprise escaped your throat at his action as he casually strode down the stairs and made a direct line for your ship. The rebels in the immediate vicinity cheered their praise loudly, knowing exactly what you were off to do. Your face burned as you caught Rex's chuckling, approving expression and he threw you a playful, two fingered salute. For as long as you had been apart, for the toll time had taken on you both, you knew without a shadow of a doubt, that nothing in the galaxy could compare with what was in store that night, and every night to come.
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Summary: The Batch finally gets some much needed shore leave, but emotions run high between you and Echo as your flirting is taken to the club and Echo catches up with the 501st.
Chapter Warnings: Pining, jealousy, alcohol consumption, tobacco use, stupid drunken decisions (kind of), Crosshair being a bit of a creep…but kinda not, thigh riding, suggested face sitting, a little vaginal fingering, almost exhibitionism in a couple places, a little edging, coitus interruptus.
Length: 5k
By the Maker, the team was getting shore leave. And not short leave on some backwater planet with nothing to do, shore leave on Coruscant. Your last mission had been close enough to the core that, with a little persuasion, Hunter agreed to visit the capital for a few rotations.
You’d never been to Coruscant before, well briefly once during your transfer from Saleucami to Kamino, but you never left the orbital station so it didn’t count. Although Crosshair sneered about taking shore leave ‘with the regs’, the rest seemed enthusiastic. You were giddy with excitement as you donned the only civilian clothes you had and grabbed your pack.
You set off to the markets while the others stayed at the base, hoping to catch up with Rex and Cody. Crosshair stayed behind, though you had no desire to pry into his activities. Later that night you’d all meet up at 79’s for a good time.
In the weeks that followed Echo’s kind repair of your device, it seemed he may return your feelings after all. He made more casual contact than he ever had before, placing a hand on your back if he was moving past you, or letting his leg brush against yours. Your conversations seemed to have more warmth and inflection to them, especially if you were alone. You might even dare to call it flirting. As small as those changes seemed, they hadn’t been there before. Rather than stiff and distant, it seemed he was relaxing toward you, which gave you a stir of hope.
That hope, perhaps foolishly, bloomed into an idea that was much easier to execute on Coruscant. After treating yourself to a real meal, which tasted like heaven compared to GAR rations, you spent the day meandering the second hand stores of the clothing district. With a bit of luck and the last of your spare credits, you found exactly what you were looking for.
Time had gotten away from you, and you were running late. The shopkeeper was kind enough to let you change and get ready in the dressing room. You had hoped to be able to run your pack back to the Marauder, but didn’t have the time. In truth, you doubted anyone would notice it anyway.
A wave of insecurity tumbled in your stomach as you exited the cab. You usually weren’t the type to dress up for a man’s attention more than your own desire to look and feel good, but this was different. This wasn’t just seeking validation from anywhere, though you could certainly feel the eyes of a number of trooper’s follow you as you approached the door. You had a purpose, you wanted one man’s attention and in that dress, you were sure to get it.
The club was packed and loud, more so than you expected. It seemed as though the groups at bar and the dance floor moved as a singular organism, working to achieve two simple tasks: get drunk and find someone to fuck. You skirted around the mass, eyes scanning for the five most unique clones in the place. Eventually you heard Wrecker’s booming voice and followed it to a booth in the back, near the hallway to the fresher and back store room.
Pausing for a moment, you found your confidence and sauntered to the team, letting your hips roll more than usual as you walked in your heels against the fabric of the sleeveless, high collared, but dangerously short dress you wore. Surprisingly, it was Crosshair who noticed you first, doing a doubt take, with his toothpick falling slack in his mouth for a moment. The others followed his line of sight to you as you neared.
“Woa-ho! Aren’t you gorgeous?” Wrecker boomed, jumping up so you could slide into the booth. “What are you drinking?”
You named your liquor of choice as you settled into your seat. Hunter kissed your cheek gently in greeting, while Tech nodded approvingly at your presence. Crosshair arched a brow at you then resumed his ritual scowl of contempt at the regs while sipping what looked like an expensive aged Corellian whiskey. Wrecker promptly returned with your drink, which by the smell had been distilled in a bathtub and pulled up a chair from another table.
“Where’s Echo?” you asked over the thundering din of the music.
“Catching up with the 501st for a bit. Said he’d be along later," Hunter explained into your ear.
You pulled from your glass of fume laden liquor and settled into playful banter with the batch. Eventually the door opened and a large group of troopers entered the club. You saw their armor was decorated with the telltale shade of 501st blue. Among them was Echo, who seemed more alive than you’d ever seen him. It was a sight that made your stomach flutter with excitement. He laughed and smiled freely among his brothers.
But your joy faded as they collected several rounds and found an empty table across the bar. He walked away without even noticing you. Feeling a touch dejected, you sat back and sipped your drink. To your surprise as you looked over the rim, you saw Crosshair watching you studying your face and reaction. Perhaps more surprising was that his normally critical eyes flashed with empathy before he returned to scowling at the regs.
You weren’t going to let it ruin your good time. Over the course of the night, Wrecker took you for a spin on the dance floor, which left the both of you laughing since your feet hadn’t touched the floor but he had no rhythm. After that, you won a bet to Tech to see how many nuts Crosshair could throw into a regs unattended drink at the next table before he noticed. Then you lost a staring contest with Hunter, because you cheated by sliding your hand dangerously up your own thigh, a motion he couldn’t help but glance at under the circumstances.
As you relaxed, you continued soothing the sting of your hurt feelings with cheap liquor. The fumes stopped making your nose burn on the second one. By the third one you stopped tasting it, and as you finished your fourth double, you decided it was actually pretty good and retrieved a fifth.
As the hours passed, Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech found fairer company and left the table until eventually you were left next to Crosshair. The two of you never talked much. You more or less assumed he didn’t like you and he certainly wasn’t your favorite person, but you worked together well enough. You weren’t sure if it was the dress or the steady stream of booze you both consumed, but his company was almost enjoyable.
You turned your head to the still boisterous 501st table and saw a gorgeous, violet hued Twi'lek wearing even less than you had planted herself in his lap. You ignored the stab in your chest as she whispered to him and traced her fingers along his sharp jaw and neck. But as her hand slid down his chest and deep onto his lap, you dragged your eyes away and squeezed them shut to stop the stinging tears from forming.
“Don’t let his stupidity cause you pain,” Crosshair murmured in your ear. “You look beautiful tonight.”
You opened your eyes and found him at your side, only a breath of space between his body and yours. His eyes were fixed in your face as an arm draped across the back of the booth. You’d never been so close to the sniper before and didn’t know what to do, except that you didn’t want to move away. The heat radiating off his body felt good, it was something you had been missing for quite some time.
The sweet twinge of whiskey lingered on his breath. Your mouth was suddenly dry and your heart pounded against your chest. Being so close to him felt dangerous but exhilarating. It was probably the booze and the hurt encouraging you, but you were suddenly consumed with the overwhelming desire to have his hands on your hot skin. You unconsciously ran your tongue across your lips. His eyes flicked to your mouth as you did so and rumble slipped from his chest.
“Crosshair…I’m drunk enough to want to do something irrational and stupid," you confessed.
“Is that so?” he leaned into your ear, lips ghosting, gloved fingers tracing circles in your exposed inner thigh. “And what do you want me to do about that?”
A breath hitched in your chest as heat suddenly flooded your core. You turned your face to his, noses grazing and lips nearly touching. He sucked in a breath, taken off guard by your abrupt move.
“Take me back to the ship,” you all but moaned. “Take me back to the ship and fuck me.”
His hand stilled and gripped your thigh. The glint in his eyes said he wanted to, but something held him back for a moment. You knew your eyes were glassy with intoxication and it wasn’t a decision you would have made in the light of day, but Maker you needed something. Despite the flashing lights and deafening music, you were so focused on him, that everything else fell away.
Your lips parted as your breasts heaved beneath your dress with anticipation. Crosshair slowly leaned down to you, just as ensnared in the alluring pull of the energy between you. His lips brushed yours, gently at first, but then needy and hungry and you responded in kind. The hand on your thigh slid upward as his tongue pushed your lips apart and swept in your mouth. As fingers grazed your wet, molten heat, he suddenly realized you weren’t wearing anything under your dress. You moaned into his mouth at the sensation of the rough fabric against your slicked folds.
He pulled back, breathing heavily, pupils wide and lustful in the dark room. You held his eyes, shifting your legs further apart, waiting for him to return. Instead he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the booth. Between his long legs and your heels, you struggled to keep up with his pace, so he hoisted you over his shoulder. You yelped and giggled as he carried you from the club, suddenly thrilled to find out what the night had in store for you.
Echo sighed internally. Part of him had always wondered if joining Clone Force 99 was really the right thing to do. It was a split second decision made after being freed from capture. He had hardly been able to sort through the reality of his existence and he chose to walk away from the 501st. However, after spending the day with his former battalion, he was confident it was.
He had enjoyed the company of his brothers at the base. Catching up with Rex, Jesse, and Kix had been something he wanted to do for a long time. And he happily agreed to join them for a round or two at 79’s before rejoining the rest of the Batch, but the night hadn’t turned out that way.
He saw you the moment he walked in the door and his heart stopped beating in his chest for a moment. You looked beautiful, sexy. No, those words didn’t even begin to describe it. You looked… seductive and confident with a touch of predatory danger. He knew immediately you weren’t dressing that way to bring the men flocking to you, though they surely would have if you’d ventured to the bar alone. With the way you looked toward him, he knew exactly who it was for and it made his stomach flutter and cock ache.
But one drink with the 501st turned into another, then a third and a fourth. Round after round of freely flowing alcohol came and went. One story led to another, then another. The tale of the Domino Twins, Echo and Fives and their adventures as ARC troopers.
Shinies asked slurring, unabashed questions about the Citadel, his rewired body, had he heard about Fives? All the things he didn’t wish to discuss were suddenly drunken fodder. He answered what he could and deflected the rest, all while the insecurity he struggled with came seeping back in through his drunken haze.
Everytime he tried to make his exit from the table, someone would insist on a parting shot, which led into another story about a battle he hadn’t seen. He’d be trapped for the duration, which led to another last drink and on and on it went.
Jesse, in his well meaning way, thought Echo looked lonely and made it his personal mission to get him laid. In truth that was exactly what Echo had hoped, but with you, not the Twi'lek that landed in his lap uninvited. She wore little more than strategically placed straps of folded linen which sometimes didn’t follow her body’s movements.
He was fairly certain her company was hourly though try as he might, he couldn’t get her off his lap, short of shoving her away. When she leaned down to kiss his face and neck, the smell of her cheap perfume overwhelmed his senses. The sigh he gave at the offending smell was misinterpreted as a wanton moan, so she unceremoniously grabbed his cock under his codpiece.
Echo knew you saw it, and hated that you had. What you didn’t see, was that he instantly snatched her wrist from his groin and pulled it away. You didn’t see the stern glare you gave her or then the angry words telling her to get off his lap. She immediately complied and stormed away toward better prospects. He wiped his hand across his face to rid himself of the lingering traces of unwanted affection and stood, determined to spend what remained of the night with you.
Then his heart sank.
As he looked across the bar, he saw you and Crosshair, talking intimately. One of his arms was raised, resting on the booth. Although he couldn’t see the other, by the way you were breathing, it wasn’t hard to figure out where his hand was. He took a step toward the table but stopped when he kissed you long and deep, and you invited him for more. His gut twisted with jealousy as he pulled you from the booth and carried you out of the club, knowing exactly what you were going off to do.
Crosshair sat back and released a contented sigh. He was never a man to indulge himself much, shore leave being the only exception, really. Initially he loathed the idea of shore leave on Coruscant, but it seemed the day was full of surprises that worked in his favor.
He sat on the open ramp of the Marauder, reclined and savoring the bouquet of the burning leaves in the warm summer air. Smoke pulled around him as he took a drag from one of the thin cigars he had purchased earlier that day. Indeed, Coruscant had a wide selection of shops to choose from and he found what was quite possibly his new favorite blend.
A cab pulled up to the deck and Echo stepped out, an angry expression on his face as he stormed to the sniper.
“Where is she?” he demanded.
Crosshair took a sizable puff and blew a series of smoke rings at Echo before replying, “Where’s whom?”
He fanned the smoke away, “You know who.”
“Ooooh…her," he drawled with a wink after feigning thought. “She’s inside…sleeping it off.”
“Crosshair, if you put one hand on her-”
He chuckled coldly, “You really think I did anything she didn’t want me to? She was begging me to-”
“She was drunk," it was all he could do not to swing at his brother.
“And she knew it, too," he puffed on his cigar. “She’s a big girl, Echo. She knew what she was doing. You’re the one that wanted to spend the evening with a prostitute.”
“I tried to get away, but couldn’t.”
“You didn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight. For as badly as you pine after her and the way she dressed - for you of all people - you just couldn’t get away from that table? Really?”
He opened his mouth to reply but the words got stuck. As much as he wanted to deny it, deep down he knew Crosshair was right. With a defeated sigh, his eyes fell. It was almost painful to give his brother the satisfaction of being right.
“You still took advantage of her,” Echo pushed past him and entered the ship.
He turned to the bunks. To his surprise, you were passed out on your bed, still in your dress with a blanket half covering your body, shoes at the foot of your bed. You snored away, oblivious to everything around you, safe and unharmed. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized the sniper, bastard that he was, was only talking to get a rise out of him. Pulling the blanket over your shoulder, he pulled your privacy curtain closed.
“Of all the things I am…” Crosshair said quietly from behind him, “I’m not that kind of man.”
Echo stepped aside so he could pass and duck into his bunk, “You kissed her.”
“Aside from what you saw in the club, nothing happened. I did what I had to do to get her to leave with me and sleep it off somewhere safe. I wasn’t the one she really wanted anyway. She was certainly persistent before she finally passed out. Would you rather I had rejected her too and sent her off to some regs for the night?”
“No," he admitted quietly. “Thank you.”
“Didn’t do it for you. She’s tolerable to be around and knows what she’s doing in the field. I don’t want to have to break in a new one," Crosshair scoffed in reply but gave one last remark before rolling into his bunk. “Either make a move or let her go. She deserves better than to be left guessing.”
As much as he didn’t want to agree, Crosshair was right. You deserved to know, especially with the way he behaved that night. Too mentally worked up to sleep, he went to the cockpit to think, hoping he’d find the right words by morning.
Morning slammed into your head like a tank. You had barely opened your eyes and realized before the skull splitting pain began. It felt like the entire Grand Army was doing a parade march across your forehead. You groaned and rolled over in your bunk, trying to tie together the thousand loose strands of the prior night into a cohesive memory.
Nothing made sense. How much did you have to drink? Your mouth was filled with cotton and sand. As you sat up on your elbows and waited for the ship to stop spinning, you put together what you could.
Your shoes were at the foot of your bed. You were still in the absurdly skimpy dress you planned to burn as soon as it was off your body. How did you get back to the ship? The last thing you remembered was watching Echo get a massage from a Twi'lek and turning to-Oh, Maker. It was coming back to you. There were still pieces missing but you distinctly remember asking Crosshair to take you back to the ship and-
“So, you’re still alive after all,” Hunter chuckled from the edge of the bunks.
“What time is it?” you croaked.
“Mid-morning, and we’re shipping out within the hour. An urgent mission came in. Are you going to be ready?”
“Yes, sir " you clipped. “Just need a shower and a cup of bad caff and I’ll be ready.”
He chuckled lightly and handed her a mug, “I can help with part of that. We’re headed to the base for supplies. Won’t be gone long.”
Downing the half cold, bitter brew in a single gulp, you hopped down from your bunk and collected your shower kit from your locker. Crosshair exited the fresher and you froze when you turned. Embarrassment flashed across your face as you remembered more acutely the cab ride back to the ship and your desperate pleas for him to put his hands on you.
“You look like shit," he greeted matter-of-factly.
“I feel like shit. Crosshair, last night did we…” although you trailed off, you gestured toward the bunks to finish asking the question. “I remember what happened in the club but it gets hazy after that.”
He nodded once and pulled the case of toothpicks from a belt pouch, “Well I was sober, and nothing happened. You must have been dreaming about me.”
With a wink he departed the ship. You sealed the door and took a much needed shower. The steam helped immensely to clear your throbbing head, though it did nothing to help the throbbing between your legs. Despite Crosshair’s claim, something definitely happened that had you wound so tightly you couldn’t think straight. Checking the time, you decided you’d better take the opportunity to clear your head before the boys got back and before you were in the field.
Wrapped in a towel, you went back to your bunk in search of your pack. It wasn’t there. Searching your locker, the other bunks, anywhere you could think, it was nowhere to be found. Where did you-
“Shit!” you swore aloud upon realizing you left it at the club.
Aside from holding your only set of civilian clothes, holopad and credentials, you had taken that particular device to the market in search of a spare battery and charging cable. More than wanting it back for your own use, you were mortified at the possibility of someone finding your pack and looking inside.
Throwing on your armor, your only option aside from that ridiculous dress, you opened the hatch. There was time. You could make there and back before they returned. They wouldn’t leave without you, right? You were so distracted you didn’t see Echo bounding up the ramp and collided with him as you turned to exit the ship.
He grabbed your arm to keep you from falling as you reeled back with a turn, but your movements knocked him off balance into you. Your back hit the wall, and he caught himself with his prosthetic forearm before crashing into you. Even through his helmet, you felt his burning eyes and thought you heard him breathing faster too as your bodies lingered against one another. As he held your gaze, he pulled your pack from across his chest and set it on the floor.
His hips drifted against yours, as a knee pressed against your legs. You shifted a foot, opening your legs further and shifting your hips forward. Your breath suddenly quickened when he didn’t immediately pull away as you assumed he would. Heat pooled in your belly and rose in your face with his leg slotted between your thighs. He removed his bucket to look you in the eye, making your pulse thrum.
His gaze stayed on your face as he shifted his leg, pressing the ridged armor plate against your core. An audible, breathy moan slipped through his lips at the tease of satisfying friction. Dropping his leg, he lifted his knee again, more deliberately, giving you another hit of pressure where you needed it most. You bit your lower lip to restrain the wanton moan that bubbled in your chest.
He leaned in, a hot breath puffed in your cheek and you knew he heard rapid breathing… perhaps even saw your fluttering pulse on your neck. His nose brushed against your hair, lips ghosting across the thin skin of your neck. You shifted your weight, trying to give more friction to your swollen, aching clit.
The cant of your hips encouraged him to rock his knee back and forth. Biting back a moan, your hand flew to your mouth to keep quiet. In a swift motion, he released his helmet and snatched your wrist, pulling your mouth free and pinning your arm against the wall.
His eyes were dark with want, “I want to hear every sound you make, unless you want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop," you begged, fire igniting in your belly.
“Say it,” his lips ghosted across your ear, teeth grazing the soft lobe as he exhaled.
“Make me come," you gasped. “Echo, please make me come.”
“Is this what I do when you fantasize about me in the shower? Pin you against a wall until you’re dripping around my leg?” he grunted, lifting his leg sharply.
“Yes!” you drew out in a long, loud moan, loudly, desperately unsatisfied with feeling him through so many protective layers.
You began pulling at your armor with your free hand. Upon realizing what you wanted, he released your wrist and began helping free your soft flesh. Plastoid piece after plastoid piece clattered to the deck, yours and his mixed in a single heap. As your gear dropped away, he began nipping at your neck, grinding his thigh and rutting his hips against you in a single, mind blowing motion.
Desperate moans escaped his lips as his own long fantasy quickly became a reality. He pulled back as you reached between your bodies, ripping the shirt of your shirt overhead. In your haste to dress, you didn’t bother with a binder. Your tits bounced freely with the motion. Echo groaned at the sight. You were even more beautiful than he imagined. Biting his glove he hastily freed his hand and greedily grabbed your breast.
His middle finger circled the base of your nipple, teasing the pebbled surface, occasionally brushing a calloused thumb over the stiffening peak. All the while his lips and tongue caressed your neck and jaw. The teasing was setting you ablaze, arousal soaking your body glove as you rode his thigh. Incoherent praises fell from your mouth as your release built impossibly tight. When his fingers finally closed around your nipple, he pushed his lips onto yours.
The heat of his kiss as his tongue prodding your lips open, combined with his lavishing touch left you moaning into his mouth. You couldn’t take it anymore. Yanking your groin plate free and dropping it, hands latched onto his cuirass for leverage, unabashed by your own desire as you ground onto his leg.
“Maker, you're beautiful,” he groaned, marveling at your moaning, undone state, for him no less. “I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long.”
You were so close, achingly close, teetering on the edge. Your moans turned guttural and ravenous.
“I want you, Echo," you demanded. “Fuck me now.”
He eagerly pulled his leg away, stripped off your cuisses and pulled the waist of your body glove down to your knees. You turned your back to him at his eager prompt as he pulled your hips out, smoothing his hand down your back and across your buttocks. His fingers slid through your dripping folds, drawing a hiss from his teeth.
“Do you always get this wet over me?”
“Yes, always," you gulped a moan as his middle finger circled your swollen clit before teasing just the inside of your entrance.
“I’ve dreamed of you riding my face, coming so hard it runs down my neck," he nipped your shoulder and the back of your neck. “Next time, mesh'la.”
Your thighs trembled and your engorged cunt clenched around nothing, “Hells, Echo, please…I’m begging you.”
With a smug smirk, freed his weeping cock and began pushing into your drenched, throbbing pussy. Just as his blunt head breached your tight entrance, finally delivering the fullness and stretch you were clenching for, a shuttle landed outside. He jerked his head back and withdrew from your folds.
“Shit, they’re back sooner than I expected,” he hissed, stuffing his length away and clapping his codpiece back on.
“Wh-what?! No, no-no-no-!” you pleaded. Being left in such a state was cruel and unusual punishment.
“Unless you want an audience…” he replied, giving your nipple one last squeeze and tug. “I swear I will make it up to you.”
You growling angrily. Eyes crossing in frustration, you yanked your pants back up. The middle seam grazed your painfully swollen clit, nearly bringing you to your knees. Together you gathered your gear and he helped you get dressed. Outside you could hear the approaching voices of the rest of the Batch.
“You better take a minute in the fresher,” Echo chuckled as he smoothed a hand across your ruffled hair.
On impulse, you pulled him in close for one last, deep kiss before darting to the fresher. The door latched just as their boots hit the ramp. Locking it, you rested your sweat dappled forehead on the cold durasteel. Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself and laughed at your fucked out appearance.
Your face was hot and sweaty from the intensity of your arousal. In your panic to leave the ship, you hadn’t dried your hair. Between air drying halfway and getting pushed into the bulkhead for who knows how long, it was a knotted mess again. Raking your fingers through as best you could, you quickly straightened yourself.
After splashing cold water in your face, you exited the privy. Echo was talking to Hunter, Tech was walking to the cockpit, Wrecker was securing the supplies, and Crosshair caught your eye with a smug grin before following Tech. Your helmet and pack were on your bunk in the place you always kept them. It suddenly dawned on you Echo had retrieved it for you.
As the ship readied to take off, the others made their way to the cockpit to strap in. Taking a moment, you checked inside your pack and we’re relieved to see all your belongings were still there. A breath escaped your lips, but at the return of your pack and an attempt to steady your electrified nerves.
“Don’t go using that now,” Echo whispered in the shell of your ear as his hand slid low across the front of your hips. “I plan to finish what I started.”
Your eyes shot to him to find his glowing with the same hungry lust as your own. Flashing a quick, dusky smile, he turned for the cockpit. Suddenly your mouth was parched and your ears. Biting your lip, you shoved your head into your helmet to hide your arousal and followed him.
