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Organization for Transformative Works
Rated: Mature
Warnings: Canon-typical violence, medical procedures, implied sexual relations.
Summary: Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.
"We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."
Clone Force 99, like many other commando squads, is often in dangerous situations. After another commando squad is wiped out preventably, a GAR doctor become the first medic assigned directly to a commando squad. She finds far more than initially bargained for with the Bad Batch.
Concept inspired by The Opportune Moment by princecollywolly
Chatper 3 excerpt below the cut
“See somethin’ you like there, Doc?” he teased with a smile earning a smile from her. This was more the Wrecker she had come to know. Playful, smiling, talkative. Her cheeks grew hot at the teasing now though. “Oh come on Doc. You weren’t so shy with your chest in my face a few minutes ago.”
“Is that an offer?” she replied playfully.
“It uh could be, if you wanted,” he replied, eyes a little wide with surprise.
She closed the short distance between them and leaned tentatively forward, holding his arm for balance. Their lips brushed against each other softly, tentatively. Wrecker seemed to gain a little more confidence and drew her closer to him. Nova was sure this was the gentlest kiss she’d ever received. Even as he deepened it and pulled her onto his lap he took care not to be rough with her.
“Maker…” she breathed as they broke apart, her forehead coming to rest on his.
“More where that came from, I mean if you want,” he replied.
She nodded and leaned in again, kissing him with more confidence as she moved to straddle his lap on the exam table. His hands came up under her thighs to hold her to him. Her thighs weren’t skinny by any definition. None of her really was. She maintained her strength and she didn’t try to hide it, but in his hands she felt small and almost delicate.
“So small,” he said with a teasing smile. “Thought about this for a while, Doc.”
“Why didn’t you say something before, big guy?” she asked.
“I dunno… Was afraid you would be scared of me.” He paused to catch his breath, looking her over. She could swear his cheeks were turning pink with blush.
“Nothing to fear here,” she whispered, squeezing his arms lightly. Was it her or was it getting warm in there? She didn’t get long to ponder that question as Wrecker’s mouth started trailing kisses down her neck. Shit if he keeps this up… Her hands trailed down his chest, earning an appreciative growl. Nothing but his blacks blocked the way to the hardened muscle hidden beneath.
Before she knew it she was in his lap, held up by his strong arms and straddling him on the exam table, losing herself in the heat of the moment. How had it taken either of them so long to go for it?
Nova found herself grateful that not only did she have a private work space, but that it was well after lights out and none were really around as she and Wrecker slipped out of her office. Her outer blouse was draped over her arm and Wrecker’s shirt was only half buttoned. A giddy giggle escaped her when he wrapped a large hand around her waist while they walked.
She felt like the blush would never go away when they slipped through the doors of the squad’s living quarters. It seemed that all the others were asleep already. In the darkness of the quiet barracks, Wrecker stole a kiss and she giggled softly into it before they parted ways going to their bunks.
Neither of them noticed the faint glow of two eyes watching from the bunk across the room nor the faint sound of a toothpick snapping in half between someone’s teeth as they kissed. The room fell silent after that save for the light snores from Wrecker’s bunk.
