(He’s not the one they’ll have to deal with if they do)
Rating: G
Word Count: 1.7k
Pairing: Commander Fox x afab!reader
Warnings: Does me almost crying while writing soft Fox thoughts count as a warning?
Summary: Fox works too hard and is in much need of a break and damnit you’re going to do something about it.
A/N: Big thank you to @lackofhonor for the idea for this addition to my Commander Fox series 💕
[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] // [Part 5]
Masterlist
You try not to pay attention to the weird looks you’re getting as you march to Fox’s office clutching your softest pillow and blanket from home. Actually, it’s not as weird as you think. Everyone looks thoroughly entertained at your antics as you pass them. It’s not like they’re going to stop you either way.
You stash your stuff by the side of Fox’s door before you key it open. He looks up and raises his eyebrows in surprise at you standing there. Considering it’s noon and not your usual day off, it makes sense for him to question it.
“Exactly how busy are you right now?” You ask, not moving from the doorway.
He smiles. “For you? Not very.”
You grin in return and grab your things from the floor. “Good. You’re taking a nap with me.” You walk to his couch and pull it out, setting everything up how you need.
“Cyare,” he laughs. “I do still need to work.”
You make your way over to him, still smiling. You card your fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead. “It’s cute that you think you have a choice.”
Tugging on his hands does nothing to actually move him, not that you really think it will, but it’s worth a shot. In fact, he tugs you back in return and you stumble straight into his lap. This happens a lot, you realize belatedly.
“That’s not fair,” you pout, not at all opposed to your position.
Fox gives you that stupid smug smirk that still sets your heart a flutter no matter how many times you see it. “Your engagement strategy could use some work.”
“Come on.”
You kiss him.
“Come lay down.”
Kiss.
“You’re exhausted.”
Kiss.
“You know I can see it.”
Kiss.
“Are you trying to convince me or seduce me?” Fox interrupts, pulling back just far enough to be out of immediate range of your lips. He doesn’t try to hide his grin though.
You tilt your head innocently and bat your eyelashes. “Yes.”
Loathe as you are to get off him, you do, slipping away with ease and attempt to pull him up again. He follows you this time, much to your surprise, and you end up guiding him to the couch. It’s not actually that big of a mattress when it’s pulled out, but you’re not going to complain about having to get closer to fit. Did you plan it that way? No. But if anyone asks, yes you did.
You lay down after Fox and he shifts around so you’re both sharing the pillow. He pulls the blanket up too, but not all the way. There isn’t really a need for it in his office besides comfort.
“Thank you for indulging me,” you whisper.
Fox pulls you even closer and you can feel him press his lips to your head. “I’ll do anything you ask, cyare.”
You squint at him suspiciously. “Why’d I have to convince you then?”
He gives you a cheeky grin. “I wanted to see what you would do.” He shrugs.
“Rude!” You thump him on his chest plate but you’re laughing soon after. So is he.
“Let’s get some rest. Isn’t that why you came here?”
“Kriffin’ right.”
Fox drifts off before you, which just goes to show how tired he really is. You lay there watching his chest rise and fall slowly. You brush your fingers lightly over his armor where your hand rests in front of you. You almost never see him this relaxed in his office. Or at all really. You’re glad you can give him this, even in the middle of the day. Especially in the middle of the day because you’re certain he doesn’t take any break at all regularly.
You’re content to stay in his arms just like this, dozing off easily knowing there was no safer place to be than right where you are.
—-
Fox isn’t actually asleep. He knows you want him to get some rest but it’s hard when something could happen at any moment. Being ready for anything and general paranoia go hand-in-hand in his line of work. Plus, if he falls asleep now he won’t be able to see how peaceful you look sleeping next to him. Nor would he be able to think about how right this all feels. He wasn’t lying when he said he would do anything you ask.
And he’ll say it as many times as he can, he’s probably the luckiest man in the galaxy. Definitely the luckiest of his vode. You really are perfect. He’d yell it from the top of the senate building if he didn’t think he would be decommissioned for it. He’ll risk everything for you, but the last thing he wants to do is leave you alone like that. Not after everything you’ve done for him.
You’re stuck with him now, but he has a feeling that if he said that to you, you’d just turn it around and say he’s stuck with you too. Like he would ever be mad about that.
He’s never thought about what would happen after the war before. It’s never-ending in his mind, even if he’s not on the front lines. He still wishes he was, but that feeling lessens every time he’s with you. If he had been out who-knows-where in the galaxy, he never would have met you. You would have never even gotten as close as you are to his vode if you hadn’t been drawn to the mess by the smell of his caf.
You definitely would’ve still been arrested though; of that he has no doubt.
His little fighter, you are.
So he thinks of after the war, whenever that will be, and he sees you there with him. You still have caf together every morning, but now it’s fresh from a pot in the kitchen of the house you share. You’ll move off Coruscant, because he knows all the bad things that go on in even the smallest shadows. It’s a terrible place to live. The top levels are too guilded; the bottom levels are too dangerous.
So a different planet, and one that doesn’t have such a political presence in the galaxy.
Maybe he sees a few kids eventually too. He isn’t sure about that yet though. That’s a conversation you both need to have before thinking too much more about it. But if things happen to go that way, he shudders to think what a bunch of mini-hims running around could do. Even worse, a bunch of mini-yous. But both of you mixed together in many tiny beings? They’d take over the galaxy by the time they’re ten.
And even if things don’t go that way and you don’t want kids, as long as you’re together… yeah, that’s really the best kriffing thing.
—
You’re not sure how long you manage to be asleep for, because you startle awake what feels like a minute later by the door to Fox’s office opening. By some miracle, Fox stays asleep, and you turn your head carefully to look at Stone standing there. He raises one eyebrow at what must be one of the oddest sights he’s probably ever seen stepping into this office.
You press a finger to your lips in an obvious sign to be quiet. Then you drag your thumb across your throat in an even more obvious sign that you will hurt him if he wakes Fox up.
Stone’s lips quirk up into a smirk before he raises his hands in surrender, pointing at the data pad in his hand and then to Fox’s desk. You give him the go-ahead and turn back into Fox to get comfortable again. The door slides closed behind you a few seconds later.
“You know I’m awake, right?” Fox murmurs above you, eyes still closed.
“No you’re not,” you say back.
“What exactly did you threaten him over?”
“You’ve got a new data pad on your desk.”
Fox groans lowly. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not awake yet.”
His thumb starts rubbing your side unconsciously. There’s no more intent behind it other than comfort and you shuffle closer so his hand splays over your lower back. It’s warm even through your shirt and you sigh in contentment. You’ll never get tired of the feel of his hands on you. He squeezes you once and you look up at him in question.
“So how are you here? What about your work?” He asks.
“I took the rest of the day off.”
“Just to take a nap?”
You smile sweetly at him. “Just for you. The nap is a bonus.”
He dips his head down to peck your lips, and you chase them back up when he pulls away. He gives in, of course, and you take the time to slowly kiss each other breathless. It’s easy to get lost like this. There’s no rush - no need to go any further to feel how much harder your heart can beat because of him. And you’re sure that if he wasn’t wearing armor, you’ll be able to feel his beat just as hard for you too.
“Hey,” you whisper.
Fox hums in acknowledgement.
“I love you.”
His eyes are on yours a second later. Though you can barely see the difference between his pupil and the deepest brown of his iris, you know exactly what they look like as they slowly dilate. They’re especially beautiful when they catch the sunlight at just the right angle and literally light up. Absolutely mesmerizing.
“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyare.”
You don’t need to be a genius to figure out he just said he loves you too. Which is good because telling him that, no matter how long you’ve felt it, is a spur of the moment decision. You’re glad you did though. You didn’t know when there would be another moment like this.
Soft cuddling, dozing off to the sound of his breath puffing above you, the feel of him pressing up against you.
