title. little cuddles
pairing. rex x gn!reader
genre. fluff , lots of fluff
content warning. none !
word count. 1k (mini drabble)
a/n. something to get us started here !!
summary. rex returns and cuddling ensues
____________ immediately can tell by the sound of heavy footsteps against the ground that were rapidly approaching their room (well technically their shared quarters when Rex was around). They had not known any one else in their encounters with members of the the military and Jedi to walk with such ferocity in his footsteps — especially within the confines of a shared apartment where noise complaints came dime a dozen (and far too frequently for either of their comfort). Even though the noises of the other tenants were just as frequent and came far too easily during their quiet sessions of alone time together — they never knew why the complaints always arrived when Rex did manage to visit.
Oh well. Such is the cost of managing to secure an apartment that is relatively nice and within one of Coruscant’s more fashionable districts.
“Cyar’ika.” They hear the endearment called for them as the sleek silver door slides open and they did not to peer up from their tablet to know who was standing at the door, armor already being shrugged off and unassembled piece by piece (truly it still surprises them how quickly Rex manages to part himself from the heavy armor). And most likely peering at them with eyes heavily laden with devotion and resembling the big, adorable eyes of a wolf pup. “I’m back. . . Finally.”
They manage some humming in response, tinged with the briefest of teasing, eyes still attracted to the screen that lays before them and switching between the the different Senate reports that popped upon their feed. They just know that in a matter of moments there will be a pair of muscular arms wrapped around their body and hands stroking their face — and they’d soon enough have to make room for the battle weary soldier to cuddle next to them and nuzzle them for as long as he pleased.
“Politics keeping you busy as ever, I see.” Rex muses, softly trailing kisses along the skin that was left bare on their neck and back (such was the fashion of their world at the moment). Ever softly admiring the dampened shininess of their skin — an indication that they have most recently showered and smelling oh-so tantalizing. A shudder runs down their own back, feeling the sudden shove of his head against their skin, though not at all unwelcome for them. And it matters not if Rex himself is still drenched in sweat, he still smells so good after hours of service wherever he had been that day.
“Mm.” __________ sucks in a breath suddenly as they feel his lips touch an area of particular sensitivity and accidentally swiping away the one report they hadn’t quite finished reading.
They feel incomprehensible words whispered against the softness of their skin, further shivers sent running down their back as they feel Rex’s arms surrounding their body and fingers ever careful as they run down the front of their body. They know little of what to think — they’d much rather spend these moments in comforting silence and without unpleasantness to disturb them — but at the same time do they feel as if something has happened.
Should they truly pursue the subject?
“Rex. . .” They decide to call for his name ever softly, removing one hand originally positioned upon their tablet, and rests it ever softly atop Rex’s hand that was curled over their torso as another hands strokes along their body. “You know that you confide anything to me, right? I am always happy to listen to my beloved and be there for him.”
And at times, however, words were not always necessary — perhaps merely cuddling and the intimacy of their connection was enough.
Their fingers clasp Rex’s hand beneath their clothing, ever gentle as they stroke the war streaked and battle weary hands, calloused and roughened beyond any measure. Their thumb is a caress against the calloused fingers and each finger gifted its own attention and particular focus — they had told him long ago that they adored each and every little part of him, no matter how small that they may seem to him. Though their gaze may not lay upon Rex as they feel his chest strong against their arched back, they do know his eyes must be glossy, as they feel the wetness ever softly dampen the back of their neck.
Rex had come to easily shed the facade over the truth of his personal feelings when he was with them.
“I don’t think you realize how truly amazing you are, _____________.” It is Rex’s turn to reply, soft and affectionate as he continues to kiss their barely clothed skin of their neck and continuing towards their shoulder. A shudder passes through them once more and they cannot help but to screw their eyes tightly shut the moment they feel Rex continue his kisses against their skin. “Do you, cyar’ika?”
They pause for the briefest of moments before a shake of their head is given and bowing downwards. Their torso is still cupped by Rex’s hand and a squeeze is given — making their heart gently sing in happiness as they feel his face once more rest in the crook of their neck (as well as glad of the fact that he does not view the warmth that strikes their cheeks, a response from both his words and ever devoted affections).
I like seeing that pretty shade on your cheeks, he would most likely tease them about it he saw.
“You’re avoiding the subject, Rex.” They muse with another touch of affection, dipping their head low so that they may grant a teasing kiss upon one of his fingers. “Or would you rather me kiss everything away and not talk about it like we always do?” They question him after placing another kiss against those fingers, feeling his fingers slowly but surely inching further and further up their body and along their torso.
“Mm. . . Maybe I just want this.”
Rex confirms and a squeal parts their mouth when they feel Rex’s fingers finally reach the sensitivity of their chest and his lips warming the crook of their neck. They are the furthest from the position to stop him from peppering them with kisses — only positioned further against him.
“So. . . Just cuddling?” They ask while laughing and shifting themselves more comfortably against him and finally pushing their data pad away from the two of them. “That’s right.” Simply he says, a cheeky smile pressed against them.
“As you command, my love.” They are all too happy to oblige to Rex’s demand.
