Bittersweet
Gregor x Fem! Reader
Rating: E Minors DNI!
Summary: Gregor has discovered who he is, and has to say good bye…
Contains: soft sex, oral f!receiving, tickling
It was getting late. The sun had finally set, taking the oppressive heat with it. Nighttime on Abafar had always been slightly more bearable.
Not that you were lingering on that fact. Not with the way your stomach was churning.
You looked around your apartment, ensuring it was clean and tidy, nothing out of place.
Not that he minded of course. Whenever he came around, he only ever had eyes for you.
But something felt different this time. Something in his voice when he’d called you, asking to come over. He’d sounded… nervous. Anxious even. Not at all like his usual upbeat and confident self.
“Sweetheart, I… I have something to tell you…” You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Scenario after scenario had been swarming around your mind, each one more heartbreaking than the last.
Was he leaving you? Had he met someone else? Did he have a secret wife and family somewhere?
Or was it something more serious? Was he sick? Was he… no, no you couldn’t bring yourself to finish that thought.
Before Gregor had come into your life, your existence had been mundane at best. Abafar had nothing to offer except mining, the Void and greasy fast food joints. And the mining had all but dried up.
He’d been a much needed breath of fresh air.
His sunny smile and warm brown eyes had been the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. His quick wit and good natured joking had you laughing more than ever in your life. The way he flirted so casually with you always had you flustered and melting, and sent your heart racing. And when you’d finally given into each other… Maker above…
Gregor could range from sweet and slow, to hot and commanding. He could drive you to distraction before he’d even touched you in any meaningful way.
And those were just his kisses…
He was sweet, and kind. A gentleman who’d stolen your heart and knew how to leave you breathless. You very quickly fell in love with him.
You’d been with him for only a few months, half a year at most, but the thought of no longer having him in your life, it felt like the stars had gone out. Colour drained from the world, and the sun couldn’t melt the ice that flooded your veins. The thought hurt on a level you’d never experienced before.
The sound of the chime cut through your spiralling thoughts.
The pit of your stomach fell away.
Gregor never used the chime. Not since you’d started your relationship.
With a gulp, you forced down your emotions and answered the door.
And froze.
The man at your door was not your curly haired, bearded lover who had left your apartment just yesterday.
In his place stood a tall, proud, clean shaven man in white and yellow mottled armour, helmet carried under his arm. His beautiful curls had been cut and slicked, shaved shorter at the sides and back. His chiselled features and golden brown skin were on full display. He looked so different that you hardly recognised him.
Until you looked into those mirthful, warm brown eyes.
“Greg?” He smiled.
“Hey, sweetheart.” You blinked a few times before remembering how to breathe, stepping back from the door to allow him in. You followed him into your sitting room, barely registering the hiss of the door closing behind you, your gaze fixed to the back of his head. How was it possible that he could look any more handsome?
You almost felt guilty for staring when he set down the helmet and turned back to you. Your cheeks heated under his gaze, and you tried to gather your thoughts.
“Umm… thirsty… drink?” He grinned.
“Are you asking me if I’m thirsty, or are you telling me that you are?” Your face burned and your heart skipped a beat. “You know, I love it when you get all blushy and bashful.” You cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together… before you jumped him.
“So no drink?” His smile softened, saddened.
“In a bit. I…can we sit down?” You swallowed and nodded. As one, you sat on the beaten down old sofa. You turned sideways, slotting your foot under your opposite knee. Gregor sat tall and stiff, uncomfortable.
Un-Gregor-like.
It dawned on you that he was scared, and trying not to show it. That melted away some of your tension.
“Gregor? Honey? What’s wrong?” He turned to look you in the eyes.
You bit down on the gasp that tried to escape.
His expression was one of devastation and confusion, over-arched by a deep resolve and determination. You watched his throat bob as he swallowed, and heard him take a deep breath.
“I…I found out something today. Something that…changes everything.”
“Whatever it is, Greg, we’ll face it together.” At that, he looked away and shook his head.
“That’s just it. We can’t… I mean…heh, would you believe that I had this conversation all planned out?” He wiped a hand through his hair, fingers catching a few stubborn stray curls. Your fingers itched to reach out and play with them, just to try to alleviate the tension and stress that radiated from him.
He turned back to you, eyes shining with barely restrained emotion. His next words made your heart drop to your stomach.
“Sweetheart. I…I’m not who you think I am.”
“What…” you cleared your throat. “What do you mean?” He breathed deeply through his nose, looking away from you and turning his gaze towards the window.
“I…had a couple of visitors today. Not seen ‘em around here before. Military types. Kept calling me a “clone”…”
“Clone?” you asked.You knew about the war raging across the Galaxy, of course you did. Everyone did. You knew that the Republic used clones, had heard stories in passing. “As… as in Clone…soldier?” He looked back at you, a sad smile gracing his face.
“Yeah.” You swallowed, trying to keep a lid on your growing confusion. For his sake more than yours. You could only imagine how much of a bombshell this must have been for him.
“So…so who are you?” He smiled, grateful for your steadiness. You were his anchor, his refuge while the rest of his life seemed to be collapsing inwards.
“I’m… my designation is CC-5576-39. I’m a Clone Commando of the GAR, and Captain of Foxtrot Group. I’ve been MIA for about a year, after my ship crash landed here. I’ve been amnesiac, didn’t know who I was past my name.” He breathed a laugh. “And I’m not sure that I should even be telling you all this.” His boyish grin and the way he scrubbed the back of his head, paired with the twinkle of mischief in his eye that you’d come to love, had you melting all over again. You couldn’t help but laugh, though your voice cracked with emotion.
Gregor was there in a heartbeat, drawing you into his arms and holding you tightly. You sank into his strong embrace, each holding and supporting the other. Grounding each other.
“What…what happens now?” you asked finally, pulling back to look him in the eyes. He released a pained sigh.
“I…I have to go back. My men… my brothers… they need me.” His expression saddened further, his voice little above a whisper.
“I have to leave tomorrow.” You couldn’t contain the sob, burying your face into his neck. Of all the scenarios that had been racing through your mind since his comm message, this had never been one of them.
Selfishly, you didn’t want him to go. You wanted him to stay. It was too soon! Far too soon! You weren’t ready to let him go!
But you wouldn’t say that. You wouldn’t put that on him. You refused to burden him with that guilt. You had to be strong. For him. For yourself. For you both.
You felt his arms tighten around you, heard the soft gulp as he wrestled down his own onslaught of emotion.
“I’m sorry I have to leave you, sweetheart,” he whispered into your hair. You pulled back, a frown on your face.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologise, Captain Gregor of Foxtrot Group. It’s your duty. You have to go. Like you said, your brothers need you.” You deflated. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m being selfish, crying on you like that.” You wiped your eyes, turning back to him with a fierce determination.
“I’m so proud of you, Greg. You hear me? I’m so kriffing proud of you. You could have so easily turned your back on them. You could have decided to stay away. But then, if you did that, you wouldn’t be the man I love.”
“Oh sweetheart…Mesh’la…” That was a new one. The sound of it sent heated tingles down your spine, settling in your gut.
He brushed the backs of his fingers across your cheek, combing your hair back as they moved behind your head. He drew you in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your hands moved of their own accord, one resting on his armoured chest, the other dragging through his hair. Your nails gently scratched along his scalp, drawing a moan from him. You squeaked into his mouth as he twisted, drawing you up to straddle his lap, tightening his hold on you. You groaned as you pressed against his codpiece, the duraplast slowly warming where it was pressed against your rapidly heating body.
He released your lips with a soft pop. He looked up at you, eyes taking in your features as if it was his first time seeing you.
Or his last.
“Sweetheart…sweetheart, I don’t deserve a goddess like you.” You leaned down again, pressing another kiss to his lips.
“Call me it again.” He blinked.
“Sweetheart?”
“No, the other thing. That other word you just used. Messla…”
“Oh. Mesh’la.” You shivered in his arms. His grin grew.
“You like when I call you that? Huh? You like when I call you Mesh’la?” You whimpered into his lips as you kissed him again, heat pooling in your groin and delectable shivers racing up and down your spine. He kissed a path down to your neck, gently nibbling where he knew you were sensitive. He pulled sigh after shaking sigh from you, his hands stroking up and down your clothed sides and spine. You scrabbled against his armour, trying to find the fastenings, needing to feel him.
“Gregor…Greg. Please… please…”
“What do you need, mesh’la? Tell me what you need.”
“You, Greg. I need you.” You leaned down brushing your lips against his, a sultry smile adorning your face. “Captain, I need you to make love to me.” He growled, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. He shifted, grinding the hard codpiece against your core, pulling a groan from you both. You got the hint, standing and allowing him to push up from the sofa.
You took his hand, leading him to your bed. You were both quiet, aware that the time you had was beginning to dwindle.
You kissed each other, slowly, passion building between you both, pouring everything you wanted to say into each kiss. Gregor pulled your tunic up and over your head, before reaching down to unfasten your pants. He stepped back a little as you took over, pushing both trousers and panties down past your hips, watching him as he unfastened his armour plating, letting each piece drop with a clatter. His body glove left nothing to the imagination, and your mouth watered at the sight of him.
“Maker, you’re beautiful,” he breathed. “How am I supposed to leave a beauty like you, huh?” You giggled, hooking your arms around his neck, eyes dusky and heavy lidded, voice husky with desire.
“You’re supposed to leave me aching and satisfied. You’re supposed to leave me so that I can feel you for days after you’ve gone. You’re neglecting your duties, soldier.” With a cheeky grin, he lowered you to the bed, divesting himself of his undersuit before following you down. He laid on top of you, bracing his weight on his forearms.
“Can’t be having that now, can we, love?” He ground his erection against your now soaked core, groaning at the feeling of your slick coating him. He growled as you scratched your nails along his back. He kissed and nipped at your neck, until you were whining. He latched on, sucking on your skin. You whimpered and arched at the euphoric pleasure-pain, knowing that he was leaving a mark. He released the abused skin, lapping at the dark bruise.
“A little something to remember me by, mesh’la,” he said with a grin.
He trailed kisses down to your chest, gently nipping and lapping at the soft flesh of one breast, then the other. He watched your face as he took one nipple into his mouth, nibbling and licking and sucking on the bud until your hands were pulling his hair and you were panting for breath.
And then did the same with the other.
You whined as he committed their taste and feel to memory, paying close attention to every inch of your breasts.
He kissed down your body, drawing patterns with his tongue as he went. He was slow, methodical. He was taking his time, drawing it out as long as he could. Worshipping you like a Goddess. His Goddess.
He would not leave you unsatisfied.
He nipped at your hips, parting your thighs, kissing and nibbling along the soft skin, closing in on the apex. You rocked against him.
“Please Gregor. Please touch me.” He smiled down at your desperate plea.
“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I’m not gonna leave wanting for too long.” He settled between your legs, breathing in the heady scent of your arousal, taking in the sight of your glistening folds.
“I’m gonna miss the sounds you make, mesh’la. Such desperate little sounds, like sweetest music. I’m gonna miss how you look when you come apart, so beautiful, glowing. I’m gonna miss your taste, like nectar.” He lowered himself further, his breath coiling around your weeping core. “Now, about that drink…”
You groaned as he traced his tongue around you, savouring the flavour that was unequivocally you. He dipped his tongue into you, caressing your clit with tender care. Your hands buried into his hair as you arched with a breathy moan, his curls encircling and catching on your fingers. He gripped your quivering thighs, gently holding them apart as he pushed his tongue into you, drinking from you. You chanted his name like a prayer, the pleasure and arousal building…building…building… until finally, with the brush of his thumb against the bundle of nerves above your entrance, you crested with a strangled cry. You arched and shook as your orgasm washed over you, rocking your hips against his face.
Gregor groaned and bucked against the bed covers, his own need throbbing and intense. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
He needed you.
Reluctantly, he untangled your fingers from his hair and pulled away from you, wiping his mouth on his arm and slowly crawling up your body. You groaned as he kissed you deeply, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.
No words were spoken as your lips broke contact, looking deep into each other’s eyes as he slowly breached you.
It was intense, intimate.
You felt exposed, vulnerable, seen. You tried to hide in his neck, only for him to gently push you back.
“Don’t hide, cyar’ika. Let me see you. Let me see you.” Cyar’ika…another new one. You didn’t know what these new names meant. But the way he spoke them to you, so reverently, sent a warmth blossoming in your chest.
You gasped as he bottomed out, filling you, stretching you as perfectly as always. And then, he began to move.
“Gregor…Gregor…”
“I’m here, love. I’ve got you.” He thrust into you, slowly, never breaking eye contact. You sighed and moaned, fighting the urge to close your eyes as he stoked your pleasure ever higher. He held your face between his palms, kissing you as he rocked into your wet heat.
Nothing else existed. There was no Void. There was no “Power Sliders”. There was no Abafar.
There was no tomorrow, there was no yesterday. Time was not a factor. It had been a moment, and an eternity. There was no war being waged, there were no duties or obligations to be filled.
There was no Galaxy.
There was only him and you, entwined and locked together in beautiful synchronicity, reaching for that shared euphoria.
You breathed each other’s air, your skin slick with gleaming sweat, your sounds filling the room, saying more than words ever could. The scent of sex permeated the atmosphere. You both could no longer maintain eye contact, needing to hold each other as close as possible, for however long you had left.
You held on as he picked up speed, nails raking his broad back, leaving long scratches in their wake. You briefly thought of his brothers spying them, and felt a heady burst of pride.
The slight sting of your nails spurred him on, his movements becoming needy, desperate. He clung to you, grunting and growling into your ear.
You felt him swell. Almost there.
He ducked his head, burying his face into your neck, latching on and sucking your skin as he wriggled a hand between your joined bodies, finding your clit and rubbing his fingertips against it.
The burst of pleasure and the slight pain of yet another mark sent you screaming over the edge. He bucked into you a handful more times as you clenched around him, clamping his eyes shut and releasing an almost anguished cry. You clung to each other as he pulsed inside you, shuddering and shaking in the intensity of his climax.
You laid together, panting for breath, sweat cooling on your skin, warm where you were connected. He didn’t want to pull out of you yet, and you didn’t want him to go.
He finally pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes gleaming and tender, his smile loving and warm.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna cope without you mesh’la.” You answered him with a soft smile.
“You will. Because it’s you. You’ll go back out there, and you’ll show them all what they’ve been missing. And then you’ll come back to me, when you can, and show me the same. You hear me, soldier?” He laughed at your stern face, ruined by your mussed hair and flushed cheeks and slightly dazed gleam in your eyes.
“That an order, ma’am?”
“You bet your sweet behind it is!” You shrieked as he suddenly attacked your sides, laughing as you cackled and writhed with glee.
“You giving me orders? Huh? You ordering me about, lady?”
“Gregor! Greg, st-stop it!”
“Still making orders? The punishment continues!” You shrieked in laughter as he continued to tickle you.
“Please! St-stop! I’m sorry!” He rolled over, finally relenting. You lay panting and gasping, giggles erupting every so often as your body settled.
“Heh, serves you right for being insubordinate.” He missed the mischievous glint in your eye, yelping as you suddenly leapt on him. He guffawed and giggled as you paid him back in kind.
This continued on through the night. Slow sex interspersed with play fighting and joyful laughter, making the most of the short time you had together.
Because tomorrow, he had to leave. Tomorrow, who knew what was going to happen to your brave commando captain. For the both of you, you had tonight.
And that was all that mattered.
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