Summary: Echo loves to see you paint, but doesn't bank on the swell of emotions when you lovingly paint your love onto him.
Word count: 2.1K
Warning: 18+ / MDNI! Smut. Unprotected PiV.
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With a gliding swipe of the paintbrush, blush tones outstripped and tempered the fiery red beneath. Fleecy clouds met with silky sky, the canvas filling with the delightful distant landscape as your rendition unfolded in mellow curves and serene shades.
Your involvement in the clone network rarely permitted you time to indulge in a hobby. Planet hopping, eluding blaster bolts, and cracking codes occupied every waking moment, hauling captive and injured clones from the depths of Imperial prisons and extracting vital information from enemy systems. The task you undertook voluntarily, a decision you neither regretted nor deplored, but in the process, you abandoned much of your life.
In moments such as these, you gladly seized whatever buffers and downtime you were offered without complaint about the shortness of the respite or the chance of being called to another critical situation. Everything Rex and his network did ensured a better galaxy, a denial of victory and power to the Empire, and the opportunity to see the sun rise over the freedom of every despairing world.
You hoped the sunrise of that prospective dawn promised to prove as beautiful and inspiring as the one you painted, tracking the migration of sky vapours with your brush and the silvery streak contrasting the subdued corals and cardinals. A lilac hue crowned the horizon, and you contemplated which tints to mix to get the matching shade.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you painting,” Echo commented as he descended the ramp, distracted by the array of pleasing colours and shapes crafted by your skillful hand.
“It’s been a while since I had the chance,” you replied. “Does Rex know to expect some more brothers?”
“He does. Also told him we’re going to stay for a couple of days to check the transmissions. I’ve set up a sweep of Imperial systems, but it could take a while, so we have some time.”
Scomp link coasting down your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, he considered your artwork with a contented grin. “You always manage to see the good in everything.”
“Bad things do not deserve a thought wasted on them,” you replied with a decided shrug. “I reserve that space for the things that make me happy.”
“And that stubborn streak.”
In answer to his jest, you dabbed his nose with the tip of your paintbrush and swallowed a chuckle at the responding arched eyebrow, dropping the brush into the jar of pigmented water.
“I’m not used to having free time,” you said, mopping up the sapphire blob with the frayed towel over your shoulder. “What will we do?”
“Wait for the scans and ensure we’re ready to move as soon as we get the results, but the rest, I suppose we… relax.” His face scrunched as though he sniffed something foul. That sounded wrong. In their line of work, relaxation never presented itself. Not even in times of quiet.
The rumination creased his features, and you eased your fingertips up to his cheekbones to encourage him to loosen up. “At any rate, I’m going to need more canvases. I didn’t realise I had my supplies until I checked the cupboard last night. Must have left them there when I painted those posters for Rex.”
Echo nosed into your touch. Faith in the good and your confidence in a better tomorrow shone in those images, declaring to the galaxy that they were defended and inspiring them to rise. “You could always use me,” he said, more tease in his tone and temptation in the amber flecks in his eyes than he intended. “As a canvas, I mean. If you needed. I… um… wouldn’t be opposed to you… trying that out…”
Covering his face in embarrassment with a gloved hand and his posture slumping, he retreated. Since you formed your attachment almost a year ago, his attempts at flirting grew worse in his mind, fumbled words attempting to sound exciting and falling flat. Yet each time, you found him more endearing and increasingly sweet.
“The paints I use are safe for skin if you wanted to be my canvas,” you told him, removing the rectangular painting from the easel and setting it beside the ship steps to dry.
He wound up to graciously refuse, to insist he did not wish to disturb your quiet peace or steal away your artistic resources, but everything you touched with your talents, you planted a shred of your soul into, and he pondered how he might look with your creations decorating him. “Actually, I’d like that.”
“In that case,” you said, your bright smile making every facet glow, “I’ll go set up the cockpit and I can paint you while we wait for those scans.”
Spare rolls of fabric draped the co-pilot seat, and a tiered palette kept the array of matte and metallic colours neat while you organised your utensils. Pillars of sunlight provided a muted bloom, and settling Echo into the covered seat, you counted the various brushes and tested the bristles were smooth enough not to irritate his skin.
“You’ll have to remove your shirt if you want me to paint on you,” you told him, offering an opening for him to retract his offer if he decided not to continue. He pulled an arm and his scomp link through the sleeves of his blacks and set the article of clothing over the navigation console chair.
“Am I sat right?” he asked, wriggling and twisting in the seat. “I can move if you need me to, or-”
You dumped your jacket onto the inactive panel behind you and covered his lap with an old tatty blanket. “Just relax.”
Soaking the first brush into a silky maroon tint, you knelt and softly began your patterns. You let your heart guide your hand, winding around the embedded ports in his stomach and chuckling at the slight laugh he returned when the strands tickled his sternum.
The colour choices flowed with your instincts, motifs and designs floating in your mind as you washed the brushes in between each pigment. You tuned into the steady swell and drop of Echo’s chest, meeting every breath tenderly pushing at the paintbrush.
Enraptured in your concentration and the blossoms of your creativity, Echo remained unmoving, peeping as you expressed your love on his torso. You never ceased to amaze him in your artistry and your innovation, head tilted at a tender angle and teeth snagging your bottom lip as you chewed in studious contemplation. Your innate ingenuity permeated other parts of your life and on more than one occasion, hauled you from the fire and came to your aid, preventing you from ending up in an Imperial prison or worse.
Stars, he wished he could express how you made him feel, how your radiance warmed him and your surety emboldened him to believe the galaxy would see better days. He hoped you realised how wonderful you were, that you never once needed to doubt yourself, because if he had to place bets on anyone, it would always be you.
Inch by inch, brilliant designs of strength and light coated his skin, the rising and easing of his chest pulling the strings of his life into glorious being. For the first time in far too long, he felt himself, vibrant like he once was before the explosion that ripped him apart and remade him a machine. Your art brought together both parts of him into acceptance and new perspectives.
“How incredible you are,” he breathed in a besotted exhale, swallowing the bloated tears of elation.
His palm nestled your cheek and his thumb flicked over your lips. You set the brush aside and went to cup his face, stopping short at the stain on your palms.
“Considering how much paint I have on my chest, do you think I’d mind a little more?” Echo coaxed you onto his lap, mindful of the drying designs as he let you wiggle yourself comfortable. “Thank you.”
“What for?” you asked, planting a kiss to the tip of his nose and trailing your lips towards his neck.
“Reminding me who I am.”
Your kisses ceased, and you fixed on the reminiscent glimmer in his gaze. “You don’t need me to remind you who you are.”
“Sometimes I forget. It’s like I was someone completely different before… before everything that happened, but that same trooper is still in there.” His scomp link rested on the small of your back and his thumb massaged circles on your hip.
“Still the same foolhardy ARC trooper to me,” you assured him, fingers delighting in the contours of his face before idling on his jaw. “Only now with added stubble.” You scratched playfully at the scruff on his chin. “What was it Rex told me once? You used to shave so meticulously you could use your cheeks as mirrors?”
A spirited chuckle rumbled in the depths of Echo’s chest and your designs fluttered with the movement. “That is a wild exaggeration.”
“Wild exaggeration, huh?”
Echo clocked the mischief in your tone and the arched eyebrow as you pursued the strain in his pants. At the wriggle in your feigned repositioning and the grind of your hips, he momentarily closed his eyes and grunted under his breath. Maker have mercy for the way you liked to tease him.
“I know you’re doing that on purpose,” Echo pointed out.
“Am not.”
“I believe that is what we would definitely call a wild exaggeration.”
You gasped dramatically and splayed your fingers on his chest. As he laughed at your antics, he wrenched your hips down onto him again. “Anyone would think you liked that,” you cooed, your own arousal dripping and desperate for attention.
“Perhaps I do,” he responded, dipping his thumb into the waistband of your pants. His touches graced your core, tiny flicks and presses of his fingertips edging you towards delight.
Hungry for him the more your flirts danced, you hopped off him to remove your clothing and straddled him before the fabric even hit the cockpit floor. Soft kisses became starved as you rocked on him, the intensity between your legs unbearable.
“It’s been too long since we’ve had some time to ourselves,” Echo panted.
“Need you,” you keened, intent on not permitting your nails to sink into his shoulder in your haste to feel more of him.
“No patience?”
You shook your head and stopped grinding your hips long enough for him to reach into his underwear and withdraw his cock, give it a few pumps, and line himself with your entrance.
“Take your time, love,” Echo soothed, sensing the impatience in the little creases between your brows as you gradually sank onto him. “We don’t need to rush.”
While you knew you had no reason to hurry, the ache within you burned boundless and fluorescent. You lowered yourself the last centimetre, and a satisfied breath escaped your chest at the fill.
In an unhurried, endless rhythm, your thighs tensed in the rolling flow and you brought yourself down again on his length, assisted by his encouraging lift as he met you halfway. As your bodies moved as one, your breaths intermingled, kisses exchanged instead of words between the rise and drop of your love.
“Echo,” you whined, the knot inside you unravelling and pulling deliciously as he buried himself in your heat and rolled your nipple between a finger and thumb, the thought of approaching your activity without haste abandoned. You both needed each other. Patience be damned to the depths.
Your whimpers met with a low grunt. Neither of you were going to last much longer, you craved that closeness, that blessed bond. Building the friction between your sweat-coated skin, you crested the gratifying wave together, nails biting into flesh and your climaxes hitting their groan-filled peaks.
Echo clutched you as the final throes circuited and fizzled, nuzzling at your neck. He peered down between your bodies where paint smeared his torso and residue smudges dusted yours.
“Maybe we should wash this off,” you suggested in a calming breath as his release began to leak out between your legs. “Share a shower and save some water. Who knows how long we will be waiting for the scans to complete?”
“Hopefully long enough for us to do this again,” Echo chuckled, boosting you into his arms, still comfortably inside you. “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up and I’ll make some breakfast.”
“You spoil me,” you murmured, snuggling into the rocking motion as he moved you to the rear of the ship.
“Oh, that’s just for starters.” He balanced you in one arm and nudged the button for the fresher with his scomp link, the door whooshing open. “I’m going to spoil you as much as I can and then some.”
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Hellooo you talented being, you! Congratulations on a thousand followers, you deserve a thousand more! 🥳 May I request the edging prompt with Rex or Echo?
He's nervous about giving a short speech he wrote on Clone Rights. She thinks releasing some tension will help.
She tells him to sit down and keep practicing, while she rides him to his edge. She will stop moving if he stutters. His mission is to get through the whole speech. 😈
It's totally ok if not! Gotta go hide in a cave now, bye!
First of all, such kindness from you! Thank you! Second of all... this request... whew... this one got to me. 😏 Love the premise. Hope it's satisfying!
Echo x Fem Reader - WC 2.1k - NSFW - Content below the cut
Content: Not much beyond the prompt... teasing... edging... unprotected P in V... yeah the hotness here is more in the build-up than the variety of sex stuff. 😂
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“Noble Sena–... To the esteemed senate… Mmfh…”
Your lips trailed along Echo’s cheek, nestling beneath his ear and moving at a glacial pace down the side of his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He took a deep breath, lowering his chin and trying again.
“I come to you today… To… To speak on behalf… Of the– to the senate… Kriff!”
“You’ve got it, love. Go on,” you purred against his collarbone where you’ve pulled the neckline of his blacks down.
“You’re making it insanely hard.”
“I know,” you smiled, nuzzling his neck before sitting up straight again. “And the speech sounds difficult too.”
He snorted, sharp features breaking into a mirthful grin as he ran his hand up and down your leg. You were straddling him in his chair, having stripped to just your underwear and a thin white tank top, and had been trying to get him to take a break. He’d spent the entire evening refining and practicing a speech he would give to the entire Senate; it was a marvelous opportunity to expand awareness of the plight of his brothers and hopefully secure a better future for them, with the compassion and support of more systems across the galaxy. But he was finding himself wishing more and more that he was getting shot at instead.
“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, eyebrows furrowing as you rocked your hips against him subtly. He inhaled sharply, the warmth and pressure on his cock stoking the fire in his core. “You’re going to pay for this.”
“Oh no,” you deadpanned. “Anything but that.”
He shook his head, the wry grin slowly fading from his face. “I mean, this is a… creative… way to prepare, but I’m never going to get through it all with you doing that.”
“Okay, how about this…” You sat still, straightening a little and cupping his face, placing an adoring kiss on his cheek before meeting his eyes as you climbed off of him and seductively began stripping off your panties. “I’m gonna get nice and comfy on you…” You leaned forward, ridding him of his own clothes now as he squirmed in his chair to aid your efforts, that beloved smirk on his face. “And I’m gonna give you what you want as you get through each paragraph.” His gaze darkened as you pulled your tank top over your head as slowly as you could, allowing your breasts to slide out beneath it and shaking your tousled hair across your shoulders once you were completely naked.
“I quit,” he said, tossing the datapad onto the desk and moving to stand up.
“Nope,” you laughed, pushing him back down and straddling him again, your heart skipping a beat as he groaned at the sensation. “You finish the speech, then you can finish me. Here are the terms and conditions…”
“Go on,” he grumbled in mock annoyance as you stuffed the datapad back into his hand.
“You speak, I move,” you murmured, grinding lightly against him, nudging his length between your slick folds right where you liked it. He exhaled, grip tightening on the datapad as you leaned in close, resting your arms over his shoulders and pressing your breasts against his chest. “So let’s hear it, from the beginning.”
“Kriff…”
“I don’t think that’s a great way to start.”
Another snort.
You tilted your hips again, dragging your pussy along his cock where it was pressed between you, achingly hard. He sucked in a breath between his teeth, then began again.
“Honorable Senators, I come to you today to speak on behalf of my brothers. I’m not a clone trooper, I’m a politicia– wait…”
You stilled your movements, waiting patiently as he cursed under his breath at the sheer restraint it required. He knew you were as stubborn as he was, and truth be told, he enjoyed the games you’d come up with. They certainly always ended well.
“Alright… I’m not a politician, I’m a clone trooper, but we are united in the ideals for which we fight. Us on the battlefield, you in the political arena. The men I f-f-fought… Oh come on, that doesn’t count!”
You smiled against the side of his face where you’d leaned your head against his, having stopped the sensual shifting up and down that you’d been enjoying as you teased his tip against your entrance. “You stutter, I stop.”
“Kriff, you’re ruthless.”
“Maybe I’ll go faster if you get going yourself,” you teased, feeling him twitch against you.
“Fine.”
He began again. You shifted again, rising up to bring your breasts tantalizingly close to his face as you angled your hips against him. His words nearly faltered, but he caught himself, and you sighed your approval as you pressed his cock into your folds. Gods, he felt so good, and you were ready to bounce him into oblivion right then and there, but you had a challenge to maintain.
“The war is over, and we’re trying to build something better. But we can’t forget those who made this possible – the troopers who laid their lives down for what we now enjoy.” He groaned as you sank down further, slowly taking him in inch by inch. You’d gotten yourself quite riled up as well, the incredible sensations enhanced by the slick of your arousal.
“Come on, trooper,” you whispered, feeling him shudder as you caressed the back of his head and neck, sitting all the way down on his lap and relishing the perfect stretch of him fully sheathed. “Mmmm, so good,” you murmured, smiling as he cursed under his breath and fought to keep going.
“We were created for war, trained to fight, and we did our duty without question. We fought because we believed in the Republic, in the ideals you all represent. Now, many of my brothers are struggling, abandoned without purpose or support…”
You began to move, slowly and sensually, tilting your hips as you rose and angling them back as you sank back down, stroking his cock with your pussy that clenched helplessly around his girth, barely able to hold yourself back.
“We clones gave everything. We stood on the front lines, faced horrors most beings can't even imagine. We did it because it was our duty, because we believed in protecting the Republic. But now, we're being cast aside, treated like obslemach… obsolete… kriff!” he huffed as you stopped again, his cock twitching again with his own thin restraint. “It’s not fair.”
“You can do it,” you said softly against the side of his neck, having leaned against him as you paused your movement.
“I can do you…”
“All in good time,” you chuckled.
“...actin like you’re just fine…” he muttered. You gave him a little nudge with your pelvis, and he started up again. “...Treated like obsolete machines. These men, my brothers, are suffering. They have physical and mental scars, and they need help. They need medical care, financial support, and a way to find a new purpose in this galaxy. We can't just abandon them. It's not right, and it goes against everything the Republic stands for. I know there are many pressing needs right now. Rebuilding is critical, but so is honoring our duty to those who served us so faithfully. Supporting our veterans isn’t just about paying back a debt; it’s about doing what’s right. It’s about showing that we value their sacrifice.”
“Ooh, look at you,” you smiled, having taken up your mercilessly slow pace of grinding against his cock, rising and sinking on his hard length and rocking it into the deepest parts of you. You sat back a little, arms around the back of his neck, and he had to move the datapad up over your shoulder to be able to see it, although that’s not where his eyes were.
“Really? I’m supposed to ignore those?” he grumbled, eyes roving worshipfully and hungrily across your chest, where your tits rested softly to either side, supple and inviting.
“Get through your speech and you can do whatever you want to them.”
“Ugh,” he huffed, simultaneously peeved and pleased. He dove his head down for a quick kiss to the top of one of them, eliciting a surprised giggle from you, then sat back up with a smug grin, cleaning his throat and resuming his speech.
“Cheater,” you laughed, beginning a serpentine motion that had his cock sliding into you at a different angle. Karking hell, you wanted him to finish quickly now.
“The skills and experience these clones have are invaluable. With the right support, they can transition from soldiers to productive members of society. They can help rebuild our infrastructure, bolster our security, and inspire the next generation. Ignoring their plight weakens us all. To turn our backs on them now would be a betrayal of everything they fought for.”
“So good for me,” you breathed, relishing the quickly-spreading redness on his cheeks as he began to speak faster.
“We need a comprehensive support program for our clone veterans. They need medical care, psychological counseling, financial assistance, and job training. They need a chance to find purpose and peace in this new galaxy.”
You began to move faster, grinding on him with an increasing need.
“Honorable Senators, this isn’t just a policy issue. It’s a moral imperative. We must show these men that their sacrifices meant something. We must give them the future they deserve. Please…” he panted, and you weren’t sure whether it was part of the speech or not. You were too far engrossed in the sheer sexiness of the focused look on his face, the way he tensed inside of you, the occasional flex of his thighs beneath you.
“Come on,” you whispered, and he pressed his eyes tightly shut for a moment before trying to spit out the last words as quickly as he could.
“Please support this proposal with your votes and with your hearts. Let’s honor the legacy of the clone troopers and ensure they can live with the dignitythey’veearnedthankyou! Kriff!” he exhaled, dropping the datapad on the desk and burying his hand in your hair, his other arm wrapping around you immediately. “That was the best and worst idea…” he panted, tensing his own hips to drive his cock into you. You gasped, moaning your delight as he dove into your neck, kissing and sucking with a fervor you’d not yet seen, and he braced your back as he thrust again and again. The feral energy was infectious, and you rested your head back into his hand as his mouth moved to your breasts, teasing with his tongue and tantalizing with soft teeth.
He angled your body carefully, holding you tenderly and strategically as he picked up the pace, groaning in deep satisfaction and primal desire as his cock dragged along your walls, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you. Now you were completely at his mercy, more than content with that as he murmured both praise and filth against your skin, fucking you relentlessly in the best way. Your hands roved across his body, feeling the muscles in his arms tensing with each rise and fall, each messy slap of his thrusts. His gaze was simultaneously affectionate and intense, provoking tingles in your chest until he squeezed his eyes shut, brows tightly drawn as he lost himself in you.
You breathed encouragement as he chased his climax, savoring every sinful sound it drew from him as he released his restraint. His arms tightened around you as his cock throbbed, filling your pussy with his hot spill amid unhindered moans that matched your own as he shuddered through his peak. Gods, you loved watching him fall apart like that. He continued sinking into you again and again, slowing gradually as he drew every last vestige of pleasure from the warm, soft, perfect feeling of your pussy. You caressed the back of his head, leaning into him again as he stilled, smiling against his cheek as he twitched one last time against the mess of arousal and release between the two of you. Breathless and enamored, he lifted his head to gaze into your eyes, a dreamily satisfied expression on his typically-stoic face. It warmed your heart, and you brushed the backs of your fingers against his cheek, heart flipping in your chest as he closed his eyes to bask in the tender affection for a moment.
“Now it’s time for your–” He opened his eyes, suddenly alert and determined as he moved to sit up.
“Just enjoy it,” you offered, resting your palm over his heart. “You earned it,” you winked.
“Heh,” he smirked, lifting a hand to shock you with a feather-light tease of one finger along the bottom of a breast. “You’ve racked up quite a debt too, I’m afraid.”
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Sometimes you just make unwise decisions in your navigation, and tonight is one of those nights. Taking a detour on your way to meet some friends leads you into the path of someone new, and changes all your plans for the evening.
WC: 3,653 - Read on Ao3 - Read on Reddit
Content Warning: Smut. Thigh Riding, Oral (m and f recieving, over panties), unprotected PiV, cum in mouth, clothes tearing, Casual sex, Drinking, Strip Poker Sabacc...
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The sound of boots thumping against corrugated metal echoed loudly behind you as you tore through the dark dock.
Kark Kark Kark, trespassing is SO not worth it.
So much for a short cut. You were just trying to slip through the shipping cargo to get to the bar your friends were meeting at. They were trying a new spot and this seemed like a convenient straight way through. Till the guards spotted you… immediately
You had already snagged your stockings squeezing through the fence and now your coat is dirty. The tight, short pencil skirt was just riding up your thighs, not meant to be jogged in like this you felt it tug your already runny tights as it refused to stay in place. Definitely not worth the twenty minutes you saved cutting through.
You were trying to control your breathing against the fire starting in your lungs.
No good, I'm gonna have to try to hide.
You darted between the tight rows of tall crates. Lucky, the door of one was standing ajar. Diving into it you quickly pull the door closed with a sharp snap.
“Wait!”
You jump, skin going cold as a figure rushes through the dark to slam the door of the crate. There was a clicking whine coming from the lock and the shadow was cursing. The voice was masculine, and he hit the door again with an odd sounding clang.
“Kark!... Karken… Kriff me.”
You were frozen, scared stiff at the sudden aggressor so near to you and the implications of his fluster.
Did… did I just lock us in?
Speaking of us,
“Commander… I've hit a snag,”
A blue light reflected off a sleek helmet visor as the stranger spoke into their comlink.
“The timing bolts have activated. I'm disarming the explosives.”
Explosives?!
A voice crackled through the channel,
“Copy… what happened. Will you still make the rendezvous?”
The helmed figure seemed to look up at you,
“Affirmative, just a delay. The plan still holds…”
You glanced about the container in a mild panic. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you were able to make out the faint blink of strategically placed devices around the container. The panic became something more cold and gripping. Those were explosives.
“What the Kark! Who the Kark are you?”
The man jumped as if he hadn't expected you to move, let alone shout. A glint off the helmet in the dim light as he stooped to tap at the blinking devices strapped to the walls. He didn't answer. Maybe you didn't want to know.
You fumbled for your mini pack, finding the lumenproj. You clicked the little ball and it lit up, hovering in place to cast shadows around the small container.
Your new companion froze and you heard the thump of boots approach as the guards that were pursuing you passed by. He breathed again, finally turning to consider his other problem… you. A sudden apprehension gripped you. It was obvious he wasn't supposed to be here, and no one was supposed to know about it.
You tensed, expecting an attack… but he just sighed, slumping against the wall.
“Better get comfortable,”
He reached up with his hand, you're now seeing he had just the one, to click the helmet off the fasteners on his head. Your eyes widened at the familiar face that came into view.
“You're a clone!”
“Is that a problem?”
“What is a clone doing planting explosives on a military dock?!”
You clenched your jaw suddenly. You didn't want to know. You wanted to pretend you never saw any of this. This wasn't the kind of thing that led to a long life.
Maker's mercy he didn't answer again.
“Look, these crates are fitted with timing locks. Even if someone came for us they wouldn't be able to access the door again for…”
He paced to the door, popping a small hinged panel to check a display… sighing again.
“Eight hours.”
“Eight hours!”
You had places to be, there was no way you were gonna stay stuck in a crate for eight hours,
“Hey!”
You shouted, running to the door to start hammering against it.
Before you could even make contact an arm wrapped roughly about your middle, hard plastic managing to bite into you through the thick layers. A hand clamped over your mouth, cutting off any protest.
“DON'T… do that. Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, but you can't do that… okay?”
You nodded and he released you.
“I just said it was useless. All you'd manage is to get us killed.”
“So what, we just sit here?”
He nodded, sliding down the wall to sit. You scrutinized the clone that had apparently given up. His skin was pale, sunken over his cheek and brow. Metal and plastic attachments adorned his skull, wrapped around his ears and of course… the arm, replaced with a droid scomp. Once you got past what made him different you could see the familiar handsome clone features that appeared around Coruscant. Broad of shoulder, slim but sturdy waistline.
At least there's scenery…
The thought made you smirk as you slid down the opposite wall, carefully between the rigged explosives. Your eyes followed the complicated web of devices attached about the container. It must have taken ages to set up the walls… All for, what? There was nothing in the crate.
Your eyes finally meandered back around to fall on the soldier again, catching him eyeing you back. Awkward.
You pulled you pack over, sighing,
“You play sabacc?”
His face brightened a little as he saw you withdraw an old, worn card deck and a flask from your belongings.
“What're we playing for?”
He was eager, but his face fell when he tapped his belt only to find a few broken data sticks and a defunct Republic credit.
You thought about missing out with your friends, all excited for a new hot spot and what you had already planned on for the evening. Lifting a brow to your captive company,
“Clothes?”
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This just wasn't fair. You glowered at the man smirking down at his fan of cards. He was cool as could be, sprawled back against the wall with a knee up, staring down his extended leg at the cards on the floor.
Looking back down, you eyed your shyte hand and bit back a swear.
You hadn't won a single hand, and despite your layers you now sat topless with your mini pack worn backwards to guard your dignity.
About half the flask was gone, and your flush was hard to think through as you tried to formulate a strategy with the cards you were dealt. You played one. He set another down without hesitation… but…
Tentatively you played the card you were holding back, eyeing what was layed on the floor.
“Ha! Got you… kriffing finally…”
He smirked playfully,
“What should I give you?”
You spotted the glint in his eye, the amused tilt of his brow…
“You let me win, didn't you?”
“No! Course not,”
“Oh you did! You liar!”
You batted at his knee jokingly but winced when your knuckles struck metal. He chuckled, shifting his legs a little wider as he pulled his knee away.
“Either way, you won… what do you want?”
Was it just you or was it getting hotter in here? His eyes were following you as you moved, darting down occasionally as the curve of a breast edged around the small pack hanging over your chest.
“Do those come off?”
You defused the mounting tension, throwing him off guard by motioning at his earpiece.
“Yeah… can't hear without it though…”
He clicked it off, handing the surprisingly heavy piece to you. His ears were exposed, scarred and twisted, the damage of high heat and soft flesh. You resisted the urge to reach out and touch the ragged scarring, instead looking over the circuitry of the device in your hands.
“I change my mind, you should keep your hearing…”
He made a gesture towards his ear and shrugged, slacking his face into an exaggerated clueless expression. You snickered,
“You're kind of cute you know that?”
His eyebrows flew up and you smacked his leg again handing back the headpiece.
“You said you couldn't hear anything”
He chuckled, snapping the device back onto his ears,
“I can still read lips,”
Your fluster was mostly show, but you still felt the need to get back at him a little. You grabbed his hand.
“I'm taking this instead.”
Slowly, you tugged the fabric of his glove from his pointer finger, letting the fabric slide off on its own from the gentle coax. The article was surprisingly soft, the color that of a rich, fermented nectar that was so vivid in the dim light it made your mouth water.
His hand hung in the air where it was freed from the fabric, strong fingers, clean nails. For just a glove that felt more… intimate than you anticipated. He closed his fist drawing his arm to himself and started breathing again, reminding you to do the same.
But not for long. It might have been the drink, or the heat, or the sharp cut of his jawline but like a compulsion you crawled forward and brushed your lips against his. You drew back a breadth, biting the ghostly tickle on your lip from where they made contact; waiting for his response.
Calmly, his hand brushed up your arm to cup the bicep. He pulled you off balance from how you knelt over him so that your lips pressed more firmly together. There was a coolness to them, and his nose where it brushed your face… in comparison, you'd imagine you felt like fire.
You settled over his extended leg, leaning against his chest to squish the pack between you. He pulled back to look down at the bag with a cocked eyebrow. Flicking his gaze back to meet yours, he cautiously raised his hand to hook the strap. Scomp twirling through the opposite side, he pulled the pack from your shoulders to fall below your breasts.
“Cheater… you didn't win that one.”
His smirk was a little sloppy, not taking you too seriously with your nipples hardening under his gaze; it contrasted the polite timber in his voice,
“My apologies, Ma’am, what penalties should I pay?”
“Hmm… that's quite the debt,”
You ran your hands under the edges of the breast plate, finding the little magnetic locks. You popped them with a sharp click, claiming the armor for yourself.
“This for starters…”
You ran your hands over the looser knit the armor was hiding, feeling hard bumps down the center of his chest as you found your way to his belt buckle. Another soft click and the leather attachments about his hips fell away.
Pausing here, you leaned back onto his chest pressing your breasts against the soft sweater still separating your skin. You gave him a firm kiss, tugging where the shirt was tucked into his waistband. He mumbled against your lips, the low tone vibrating through where you were pressed to him.
“How much do I still owe?”
“Oh, a lot still… I might have to take all of it, leave you naked on the docks.”
He snorted at the image and admittedly lame drunken flirting. Your composer broke too,
“Kark it, just help me get this off you,”
He froze when he felt your tug on his clothes become insistent.
“What, what's wrong?”
“I just… didn't think it'd go this far …”
You tilted your head, sitting topless on his thigh,
“Where'd you think this was going?”
He shrugged and you shoved the flask back into his hand before reaching down to tug at the fasteners to his pants. You heard a slosh and a gulp as he took a large swig before casting it aside to help remove his pauldron and gauntlet.
Tugging the hem of the sweater up with a broad lift of his arms, you drank in more of that deep red as the undershirt came into view. He didn't have much room to maneuver between you and the wall and the sweater got caught on his chin, arms up with no leverage to get out of the sleeves. He had trapped himself and sighed deeply.
Stifling a giggle you slip your thumb into the neck hem under his chin, pulling it up over his wide nose… but not freeing him. You teased his lips with yours, brushing your nose against his. He held his breath and you kissed him, stealing it away from him as your tongue darted across his.
Your hands slid under the red tank, pulling it up to his collarbone. With his chest exposed he shrank a little, at your mercy with his arms caught… unless he made a fuss, which tellingly, he wasn't. Using your fingertips you traced back down his slim pecks, over the studs you had felt earlier and he shivered.
“Does that hurt?”
“No, just… tickles.”
“Tickle good or tickle bad?”
“Uh… b-”
You leaned down, licking the scarred skin along the side of one of the protrusions.
“Ah!.. uh… I dunno.”
“Hm,”
You shifted lower on his thigh to be more even with his chest. Carefully, you pressed your mouth over one of the bolts, warming the metal with your lips. The skin under you twitched while the man considered the sensation.
“ ...That feels nice,”
You moved to the parallel one, warming it too as you brushed your fingers down his sternum, prominent through his pale skin.
His leg under you trembled, bumping the soft mound under your panties where you straddled his thigh. You gasped softly at the contact through your thin stockings. Though the drink had you in action, you hadn't really felt how much this was turning you on. The light brush felt good.
The sound made the man under you tense, once more moving to try to free his arms.
“Help me out of this.”
You obliged moving up again, subtly pressing against his leg as you grabbed the sweater and tugged it up. You sighed together as his arms came free and he wrapped his live arm about your hips pulling you down to grind harder against his leg making you moan more honestly.
You took the invitation to move against him, whimpering at the needy pressure building between your legs as his eyes took you in. His scomp was tracing the outline of your breast, gently pressing the soft flesh to show off its cleave against your chest. He pulled you in, kissing and caressing where the skin folded, nuzzling his cold nose against the crease.
Your own thigh was rubbing against his groin as you rode his leg, you could feel him hardening under the open fly. Wanting it, you reached through the open slacks to retrieve him, making his throat catch as your warm fingers stroked against him.
“I need to get these tights off…”
Your free hand reached down, trying to get an angle on the waistband under your skirt. Instead, you were pushed up to stand while he rose to his knees, spinning your position so your back hit the wall. You were suddenly very aware of the twists of wire and blinking detonators to your sides.
“Careful, I don't fancy getting blown up…”
He shrugged,
“It's not so bad after the first time.”
You could feel your face scrunch slightly not sure whether to laugh,
“That… explains some things”
He grinned, then reached up grabbing a handful of your tights, piercing them with his scomp. Tearing through the new hole he ripped the tights up through the groin. Your thong had already been visible through the translucent fabric, but now he could see how turned on you were; the light from the lumenproj glinting off your slick thighs and damp underthings. He ran his tongue up the exposed, tender skin of your inner legs, tasting you, making you pant,
“Krriffff…”
Your leg twitched at the feeling of his tongue passing over your flesh, flicking at the sensitive skin at the joint of your hip… so very close to your panty line. Your breath stopped and you focused on him to realize he was staring back.
Sure your attention was on him, he leaned back in, nuzzling his nose against the fabric covering you to feel the shape of you underneath. A sharp whine escaped you as you felt his mouth press against your panties, tongue flashing out to massage the folds beneath. His hand drifted up to the thong’s band, twisting it to tighten the material against you; defining the shape more clearly. He continued licking, hard fast presses that dampened the fabric further, forcing sobs of need from your throat.
Needing more you bucked back, hands cautiously finding their way to his ear pieces and then, taking hold of them. He hardened his tongue against you letting you use him to rub just right…
Your knees buckled and he caught you before you slid too far down the wall. You leaned against the cool metal gasping.
“You okay?”
False concern, he wasn't able to mask the pride tinging the baritone whispered into your thigh.
“I'm fine… good, even…”
He chuckled,
“Good.”
He moved to stand, pushing you more upright. His scomp was guiding your leg up, slinging your knee over the attachment as he jabbed the point through the thin plate of the wall into the insulation. You balanced on your other foot, slightly on tiptoe with how high he pinned your calf.
You noticed him tugging the undershirt back down and made a small noise of protest.
“Shh, sorry, I don't want to catch your skin,”
He pressed against you claiming your mouth and you dropped the complaint, wrapping your arms about his shoulders. The soft fabric felt nice against your chest, cushioning the bolts punctuating his ribs. His lips distracted you further but it wasn't long before your attention was drawn to the hard cock pressing against your covered quim. He pulled back to look at you, fingers slowly trailing up your thigh, waiting for a protest that didn't come. He slid his thumb under the hem of the thong and slipped it to the side.
No hesitation, he guided himself to your entrance, penetrating slowly and making you squirm. Once he was in enough to not slip his hand found new purchase under your ass, lifting your other leg and straightening your hips. He sank further, finally hitting his pelvis against yours with a satisfying thump and a sigh of relief.
You pulled him to you, kissing him fervently to spurn his hips into action. He groaned into your mouth as his muscles flexed under your fingers and he moved. His slight form scooped against you, a long passionate stroke as he slowly withdrew from your body just to slam home again.
You cried out, head falling back with the jolt of pleasure. His lips found his way to your neck so conveniently thrust towards him and you leaned your cheek against his sharp brow. Your body shook with his rutting, hips hitting the wall you were suspended against. Hot breath was panted into your neck, the drink and teasing having him already skirting the edge of pleasure.
Using what leverage you had, you pushed on his shoulders, lifting your hips to meet his, helping him get you there too. You bit into him, muffling a cry as you went over, coming against him.
“I'm close too,”
He was breathy, lost in the feel of you.
“Should I…?”
You considered through your haze a moment,
“You should… in my mouth,”
His breath hitched and he released you, pulling his scomp from the wall and catching your arm to guide you to your knees.
You quickly took him in your mouth, tasting yourself on his shaft and he groaned, grinding against your tongue. He was stroking his length, so you reached up to cup his balls feeling them twitch and tighten as he finally came. The hot, bitter tang filled your mouth and you struggled to swallow it down around his cock still twitching and bucking between your lips.
He sank into the wall, resting his forehead on his arm while his scomp hung limply. His eyes, half lidded, stayed on you underneath him as you found the discarded flask and took a swig, swishing it around before swallowing,
“How much time left?”
“Hmm?”
“Till we can unlock the door?”
He blinked, tapping something on his wrist,
“Six and a half hours…”
“Kriff me.”
“Again?”
~~~
The fresh air tasted sweet, but his saliva was on your lips all the sweeter and it was all you could think about as you walked out into the corridor of tall, stacked metal. You turned to him before you could part ways,
“Do you have a personal com?”
“No.”
Answered flat, but then he met your gaze and corrected,
“Not yet.”
You searched your pack, pulling out a tube of lipstick. Rolling the hem over where his scomp connected to skin, you wrote your name and channel right above the scarring. Flicking your eyes back to his golden ones,
“Don't smudge it.”
“Yes ma’am.”
He paused, staring at you a moment more before slipping his helmet back on and starting off in the other direction.
“Wait!”
You recoiled at the way your voice reverberated off the metal crates and instead jogged towards him a little.
“Wait… what's your name?”
He turned back, giving a small salute,
“I'm Echo,”
~~~
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Terrorist attack on Coruscant!
Strategic storage facilities of the Imperial army have been targeted by violent insurgents, his excellen-
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“Hey… hey, hey you okay?”
You blinked at the hand your friend was waving in front of your face.
“Huh, what?”
“You good? You were just staring at the news smiling like a maniac,”
“Oh! Uh… my mind was somewhere else…”
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Author's Note: Oh how I want to write more for Echo.
Plot: When what should have been a day of celebration and joy for you turns south, Echo's there to provide all the comfort you need.
Author's Notes:
*This short story is a combination of a few prompts I've had on my to-do list for awhile. Mainly, writing a story with Echo, because he's so underappreciated, and frankly, underrepresented. Additionally, I wanted to write a story involving one of the Bad Batch lads that involves a casual massage turning into something more.
*When it comes to Echo's prosthetics, there seem to be two camps – one that sees him as having them be permanent fixtures, and the other seeing him as being able to remove them. This story has depictions of Echo being intimate without his prosthetics. If subject matter like this makes you uncomfortable, please DNI.
*This is written in the second person POV, with no use of Y/N.
*The reader has a contraceptive implant.
*Word count 17,930
*Echo GIF created by @pieklalat
Important Notes: Most of this content is strictly for audiences 18+. Minors, DNI. As stated, the roles in this story assume female/AFAB readers and Echo. There's plenty of SFW action in here, but the NSFW depictions include: dirty talk, female ejaculation, fingering, F oral (receiving), PiV
The insistent chirping of your alarm breaks the silence in your dimly lit bedroom, the first light of day just beginning to peek through the gap between the curtains. You roll over and throw an arm out, barely cognizant of the time as you slap your hand blindly on your bedside table and manage to hit the snooze button. Falling back into sleep almost immediately, you're able to slip back into the dream you were having and quickly pick up where you left off. Echo's arm pulls you down to his chest, pinning you to him while he bucks his hips up into you, driving himself deeply into your wet heat. Each hard thrust earns him a beautiful feminine moan and his name pouring out of you, both sounds of which he will never tire...
Brrrrrrrrrrtttt? Mrow?
“Echo, since when do you sound like a...”
Something warm and furry nuzzles your cheek, softly at first, then more insistently as it's punctuated with deep purring. You crack open an eye to see little more than an amorphous blob in your field of vision until you rub the sleep from your eyes. A black and creamy ivory face peers down at you quizzically before it sniffs near your nose and rubs against your cheek again.
“Bocha? Oh...Bocha, it's you. Did I forget your breakfast? What time is it, anyway?”
You reach over for your chrono, blinking slowly as you adjust your vision and then sit up quickly, cursing loudly as you rip the covers off and fling them over Bocha, your loth cat. A muffled indignant meow comes from underneath as you get out of bed and nearly fall flat on your face after tripping over your shoes you left at bedside the night before. Dashing over to your closet, you pull out the first blouse and pair of pants that end up in your hands, running on autopilot as you somehow in your sleep-addled state manage to finish dressing, brush your teeth and put on your makeup.
Of all the days to oversleep, this is not one of them. You and a few other candidates have been vying for a top spot at the company you work for, and the decision is being made today. Being late is not an option, and as you slip into your shoes and grab your chrono, you realize that you missed the transport you normally take each morning to work, but have just enough time to catch another and make it with a few minutes to spare. You grab your bag off the chair in the corner of your bedroom and dash to the kitchen with Bocha hot on your heels, meowing loudly for her breakfast.
“Sorry, baby, it's just dry food this morning,” you say as you set the bowl down. “Mama's running late and I don't have time to give you wet food.” Bocha eyes her bowl suspiciously, gives it a single sniff, then marches off with tail up, clearly unenthusiastic about the morning's offerings. “Well, starve then, lady! I don't have time for this!”
You step out into the hallway and look back into your empty apartment, having the distinct feeling you're forgetting something. It dawns on you that every second is officially counting, so you engage the door, watching it close and lock with a soft hiss and a click. Luck seems to be on your side as an elderly neighbor down the hall just stepped into the elevator; he holds it open and watches curiously as you sprint and almost stumble into it, rapidly pushing the button for the ground floor. The door rolls closed and starts making its descent. You can't help but constantly let your eyes drift down to see the time, watching your ability to catch your ride quickly evaporate.
“Running late?”
“Yes, and if this kriffing thing doesn't hurry up, I'm going to miss the next transport and my well-deserved promotion!”
“No need for vulgarity, miss,” your neighbor gently chides. “I think you should have just enough time. Let me give you a little piece of advice. It's always the same pilot for the 8:00 transport, and let's just say that he flies like a bantha walks.”
“So you're telling me I'm still going to be late?!” you exclaim, feeling the worry sitting in the pit of your stomach grow heavier.
“You didn't let me finish. He flies like a bantha walks...up until he hits the lane for downtown. Then you'll think you're traversing a hyperspace lane. You'll make it. See? Ground floor.”
The bell chimes and the door rolls open, although this time you don't feel like you need to run through the lobby. The advice may have been unwarranted, but you feel like you can trust his observations. As you approach the main doors, something compels you to turn around and look back at the elevator. Your neighbor holds up a hand and smiles at you.
“Best of luck to you, miss. May your day be filled with adventures!”
“Uh, thank you!” you call to him. “Whatever that's supposed to mean,” you mutter before stepping out into the radiant sunshine, and the promise of a glorious day ahead.
As your neighbor predicted, you make it in plenty of time, joining several impatient would-be passengers when the low rumble of the transport's engines greet your ears. The rust-colored, boxy looking craft reminds you of a beetle trundling along a tree branch as it slowly crawls its way down and comes to a stop. A few people disembark, then you and the others rush aboard. You find an available window seat and clutch your bag to your chest, still having a gut feeling that something else is going to go wrong and ruin your entire day.
Hey, at least I got this far. Just calm down, girlie. You're going to be fine, and everything for which you've worked so hard all these years is going to pay off.
***
The lobby is nearly empty when you step out of the elevator, save for the security guard at his desk and a maintenance droid busily cleaning the floor. The rapid clicking of your heels on the pristine white tiling disturbs the peaceful ambience, the sound echoing almost obscenely as you walk faster. You keep your head down as you sniffle occasionally, fighting to keep another round of tears from falling and failing miserably as your vision blurs. The tightness in your chest and the rising nausea are rapidly pushing you into a panic attack, and right now you need to get out of the building before you scream your lungs out...or vomit profusely. The security guard starts to wish you a good night, but the words never come as he watches you blow by the desk, nearly tripping over the maintenance droid.
You storm the main entrance, the doors barely opening before you force yourself through them. Stopping at the top of the stairs that lead down to the main promenade, you sit down heavily and drop your bag between your feet. Nothing can stop the flood of emotion now as your hands cover your face, your sobs muffled but still loud enough for passers by to hear. You realize there's no way you can take public transportation home in this state, lest you die of embarrassment from being a complete wreck in front of total strangers. Pulling yourself together the best you can, you reach into your bag and find some tissues to wipe your eyes and clean up your face.
You slowly get up and brush off your pants before slinging your bag over your shoulder and dejectedly plod down the steps. Trying to get an air taxi home during rush hour from the financial sector where you work is almost impossible, but for the first time today you feel like things are looking up when you spot a lanky Twi'lek pilot on standby at a nearby landing platform. You call out to him and he nods in acknowledgment, waving you over. Judging by the look of surprise on his face, you're guessing you look completely unhinged.
“Is everything all right?” he asks cautiously, suddenly unsure whether or not he wants you as a fare.
“Just a really, really, really bad day at work, and all I want to do is go home and curl up into a ball and disappear.”
The exhaustion on your face and in your voice is evident, and the pilot immediately opens up the door for you. “That bad, eh? Come on, get in and we'll be on our way. I'll try to get you home as fast as I can. Now...where to, miss?”
You give him your address and within moments, you're on your way. This pilot isn't afraid to get aggressive with his flying and you find yourself digging your fingers into the back seat until your knuckles turn white as he weaves in and out through traffic. Silently thanking the Maker that he's more focused on his driving than conversing with meaningless small talk, the shared silence gives you the opportunity to think about everything that transpired today and where you go from here. It doesn't take long to get lost in your thoughts – so much so, that it doesn't register that you've finally come to a stop in front of your apartment building and the pilot is trying to get your attention.
“Miss? Miss, are you in there? We've arrived, so if you'd be so kind, your fare is 20 credits.”
As you pay him and slip him a hefty tip, you feel like you should say something. “Thanks for getting me home so quickly. Also...don't take this the wrong way, but thank you for not trying to force a conversation. I'm just not...”
The pilot holds up his hand to silence you, a small smile crossing his face. “No offense taken, miss. I can tell your day has been absolute bantha shit, and I didn't think you'd be up to talking. Humans are especially easy to read,” he chuckles. “Go. Do yourself a favor and take a hot shower, get some good food and alcohol into your system, and if you have someone to curl up with at night, do just that. The likelihood of tomorrow being just as bad as today is slim.”
You crack a smile for the first time all day and the pilot takes that as his sign to depart. You watch him pull back into the nearest lane and even from where you're standing, you hear him lay on the horn as he is nearly sideswiped by a garbage trawler. Feeling a little more invigorated after the pilot's pep talk, you decide to take his advice. You've been walking around all day feeling like you're being suffocated by your emotions and anxiety, and unwinding with a hot bath and a good meal is a perfect place to start. There's only one thing missing from this equation, and that's –
Echo. Oh, no...Echo. He's going to be furious with me, I just know it. He's going to think I've been blowing him off the whole day, and it's not my fault. I'm almost afraid to see how many messages I have...
You set a brisk pace as you head inside and cross the lobby to join a few other residents in one of the elevators. It's a quiet ride up to your floor, and by the time you reach your apartment, the exhaustion is really starting to sink in. Your whole body is pulsing with ache, your limbs feeling leaden and useless as you key in your code. You can hear Bocha meowing loudly inside, and as the door opens, she comes rushing out to greet you.
“Hey, lady,” you sigh, squatting down to pet her as she rubs against your legs, purring non-stop. “Yeah, you know I'm feeling like shit, don't you? Come on, let's go inside before someone sees you. I don't need another complaint from management.”
As if she understands you, Bocha turns and leads the way into your apartment before disappearing into your bedroom. Dropping your bag on the kitchen counter, you slip out of your shoes and walk into your living room, your heart sinking when you spy the comlink Echo gave you sitting on your coffee table. It's one of the military grade comlinks he and his brothers use, after you complained the civilian versions barely work, thanks to all the electromagnetic interference on Coruscant. The private frequency you two share offers a welcome sense of security, and more than once you've both been flirtatious to downright obscene with your conversations while you've been at work. But now, the comlink feels like a dead weight in your hand as you hold it in your palm, staring at it as if you expect it to come to life. This is what you forgot this morning before you left, and it was the first calamity that sent your day spiraling downward.
“I just can't... I know he's probably worried, but if I tell him, he's going to ask a bunch of questions I don't want to answer because the responses will probably get him angry, and then he's going to want to stand up for me, and...”
You set the comlink back down on the table and pick up the personal datapad you left lying there. Echo occasionally sends you messages if you aren't able to get back to him on the comlink, and as you feared, there's a number of them waiting for you. You tap the screen for the first one and are met with a simple, “Good morning, mésh'la. You must be busy this morning, but all I wanted to say is, I love you, and I can't wait for you to tell me about your promotion.” A lump forms in your throat and tears start pooling unbidden once again. You open the second, sent no more than an hour later. “Is everything all right? You're not answering the comlink, which isn't like you. I hope nothing happened on the way to work. Please respond when you're able.”
You swallow hard, blinking rapidly to keep from crying, but you're too emotionally spent to fight it. Your cheeks are already wet as you look at the remainder of Echo's messages, each successive one betraying his rising level of concern. Your hands tremble as you set the datapad back down on the table before throwing yourself onto your couch, only to stare at the ceiling. You don't know how long you sit like that before Bocha's sudden weight in your lap snaps you out of it. Your hands gravitate toward her head and back, stroking softly before you pick her up and cradle her to your chest. She purrs quietly as you rub her ears, and when you look down at her, the rich golden amber eyes blink slowly back.
“What do I even tell him, Bocha? I don't even know where to start. I should probably just tell him that his girlfriend is a –”
The soft beeping from the comlink breaks your train of thought, and as if on cue, Bocha jumps out of your arms, meowing once at you before she vanishes. Glancing down at the table, the tiny light on the comlink flashes in time with the beeping, and you know you have to answer it. The slow creep of nausea returns as you hesitantly pick it up, snuffling loudly and coughing to clear your throat with hopes you won't sound like you've been crying. You've never been good at hiding your feelings from Echo, but damned if you're not going to try now.
The way he says your name when he speaks almost wrenches another sob out of you. “About time you picked up, cyar'íka. What the hell is going on?! You haven't had your comm on all day, and you didn't respond to any of my messages. Do you know I spent the whole day worrying about you? Why didn't you –“
“Echo, I... I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose,” you croak, your voice sounding strange and thick. “I forgot my comm this morning before I left, and I just got home from work, and...”
“Cyar'íka, you're not all right. I can tell you've been crying. Did someone try to hurt you on the way home? Do you need medical attention?”
“No, Echo, nobody tried to mug me. Um...literally everything that could go wrong today went wrong, and I...I...karking hell, I don't...”
He hears you break down again, and he can almost feel your anguish as you completely unravel, robbed of your ability to speak. “Listen to me. You stay put, cyar'íka. We just got back from escorting Senator Chuchi to Pantora, but I'm coming over as soon as I'm able. We're staying on Coruscant for the next few days, so you've got me until then. In the meantime, I want you to do this for me: go change your clothes, pour yourself a stiff drink, cuddle Bocha, and don't worry about dinner. It'll be a surprise, all right? We can talk about what happened when I get there. I love you.”
As soon as Echo ends the call, you push yourself up off the couch and head back to your bedroom, peeling off your clothing that feels like it's been a second skin the entire day. You unhook your bra and let it drop to the floor, then slip off your panties. Standing naked in front of your full length mirror, you finally get a glimpse of yourself, and you're mortified. Your eyes are puffy and swollen from all the crying, and your makeup is smeared in spots where you wiped at your face. Even your hair is somewhat disheveled, and now you finally comprehend the look the air taxi pilot gave you earlier. There's no way you can present yourself to Echo looking like this, and you hope you have enough time to shower before he comes over.
You crank the hot water on as high as you can stand and dawdle under the stream, trying to pretend that all of the day's woes are washing off your body. Realizing you're on the clock, you reach for your shampoo and quickly wash your hair. You're already starting to feel better from that simple act, and as you wash yourself, your mind begins to wander, imagining that Echo's in there with you. It's his hand guiding the loofah across your breasts, down your stomach and between your legs while you feel his cock stirring to life, pressing against your ass impatiently. You reach down and brush your fingertips over your clit, moaning softly as you think about him breaching your entrance with a few of his fingers, fucking you steadily with them while that authoritative voice of his orders you to touch yourself for him...
I know you're horny, but you're wasting time. Echo could be here any minute...
You let out a groan, your fantasy dashed to pieces as you rinse yourself and shut off the water. Grabbing a towel, you wring out your hair, then drag a comb through it before you finish drying yourself. You pad back to your bedroom and pick out a beautiful lacy crimson colored bra, along with the matching panties. Even though you still feel like shit, there's no reason you still can't look sexy for Echo. You take another look in the mirror and this time, you can smile at what you see. Your eyes no longer look swollen and your complexion is smooth and clear. Confident you're presentable, you grab a clean nightshirt out of your dresser and slip it over your head. A tiny meow gets your attention and you look around for Bocha, who's been curled up on your bed the entire time.
“Yeah? You think Echo will like this?” Bocha meows again and you laugh, sitting down on your bed to scratch her head affectionately. “I think you're right, Bocha. Red really is my color. You know, Echo is probably going to be here soon, and you probably want your dinner, don't you, my love?”
Bocha lets out a tiny brrrrrrttt and jumps off the bed, standing in the doorway as she waits for you to follow her to the kitchen. You take the hint and walk behind her slowly, watching her stop and sit by her food bowl. You grab a can of her favorite wet food and a small plate out of the cabinet, and as you spoon it out, you look over at Bocha, her thick, fluffy tail curled elegantly around her feet. Those beautiful eyes of hers watch you patiently, and it's only now you realize that Bocha's and Echo's eyes are nearly the same color. No wonder I fell in love with her when I saw her at the shelter... As you set the plate down, the doorbell chimes and your comlink beeps.
“Mésh'la, it's me. Would you mind letting me in? Some of your neighbors are giving me strange looks.”
You hold back your laughter as you open the door for him, and then you see what the fuss is all about. Echo's dressed in his full kit, except he's taken off his helmet, in which sits a bag with something that smells absolutely delicious. You hold your finger to your lips and he nods as you peek out around the corner and see the resident two doors down from you hanging around outside his door, shooting Echo a dirty look, and a young couple with their toddler just getting off the elevator are peering curiously at him. The little one's eyes are as big as dinner plates as he stares at the strange robot man standing there.
“Dwoid?” he asks, looking up at his mother. “Dwoid! Dwoid!”
“No, honey. Not a droid. That's a man, just like me,” his father says, clearly looking embarrassed. “I'm very sorry, sir. This won't happen again.”
Echo chuckles and turns to them. “No offense taken. Your son is quite smart, and he's not entirely wrong, either.” He gives a nod to the mother and father, and winks at the little boy. “Sir. Ma'am. Ad'íka.”
Now it's your turn to laugh as your eyes meet his, a huge smile breaking out on your face that he happily returns. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you, Echo. This entire day has been a karking nightmare.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and nudge his cheek with the tip of your nose before your lips move to hover just above his. “I think that tonight, I'm going to need a lot of comforting.”
“A lot, you say? Just what did you have in mind, cyar'íka?” he replies playfully before his lips capture yours for a tender kiss.
You return the favor, this time nibbling on his lower lip gently. His lips part just enough for you to grant you entrance, both of you moaning softly as your tongues collide and glide past each other. You withdraw, kissing the corner of his mouth and then his chin. Echo can see a spark of playfulness in your eyes, but he also can see the lingering hurt you're carrying. You loosen the grip around his neck and rest your hands on the chestplate of his armor.
“Weeeeeeellll...I'm thinking dinner first, because whatever you brought smells incredible, and I haven't had much to eat today,” you admit. Echo raises an eyebrow and frowns. “After that...hmm, I don't know, maybe see what new movies are on the HoloNet? Or maybe you could fuck my brains out?” You say this last part loudly enough that the nosy neighbor lets out a noise of disgust and disappears into his apartment. Echo rolls his eyes, then bursts out laughing. “Seriously, Echo, that guy's an asshole. I don't know why he was staring at you, like he thinks there's something wrong with you.”
Echo kisses your forehead fondly and then makes a gesture for you to take the bag of food out of his helmet. “I get that quite a bit, my love. With some people, it's because they have no love for the GAR and we clones. With others, it's because they think that people like me are somehow...defective and unworthy. When I first joined the 99s, it was Tech that assured me, “we're more deviant than defective.” I still hold to that, you know. I know that technically, I qualify as being disabled, even though I'm enhanced with all these infernal cybernetics. I couldn't care less what people think of me, however. I have a job to do, and my brothers to protect. I don't have time to weigh the infantile opinions of others. Now, can we please go inside? I don't want our dinner to get cold. There's something special for you in there.”
You pluck the bag out and head back inside, Echo staying behind briefly to close the door and activate the security system. He finds you in the kitchen, already taking out the containers and setting them on the table.
“If you don't mind, I'm going to ditch my armor before we eat. The rest of the lads are heading out to 79's tonight, and know not to expect me back at the Marauder later. They wanted me to give you their best, however. None of them were pleased to hear that you were in a bad way. Speaking of...you and I need to have a talk about what happened today. I'm just going to listen and you're going to talk. I have never heard you cry like that in the time we've been together, and it was extremely upsetting. Wrecker happened to walk by when you broke down, and he started getting misty eyed in sympathy.”
You stop what you're doing and look at him, and he can see the guilt written all over your face. “I upset Wrecker? Ugh, just add it to the list of things that went wrong today. Next time I see him, I'm going to apologize. I don't need to be sharing all of my angst with the rest of the squad, y'know.”
Echo starts taking off his armor slowly, placing each piece in a neat pile at the entrance to your living room until he's down to his blacks. “You are aware that by the time you get to apologize, he's not going to even remember what made him upset, right? But he'll accept your apology anyway, and probably try to crush the life out of you with one of his bear hugs.”
“Hey, I'm not going to turn down a Wrecker hug, honey. They're almost therapeutic.” You giggle as you pull the last container out of the bag, and it's considerably weighty. “Wow, they must have overfilled this one,” you remark.
“No, they didn't. That one is yours, and yours alone, cyar'íka. This wasn't listed on the menu, but the owner and I go way back to my early days as an ARC trooper, and he's got a few specialty dishes he'll make if you ask nicely. Now, I know you don't get to have this much anymore, but I remember how much you love it, so...”
You look at him quizzically for a moment, then open the lid. The rich scent of butter and unmistakable aromatic spices hits your nose first, and you don't even have to look down to see the contents to know what it is. “Squid gut pasta?! Oh, Echo, you didn't have to go out of your way to get this for me! Where did you even get this? This is only made in certain parts of the galaxy, and so far, I haven't found anyone on Coruscant who makes it!”
Echo's expression softens and he looks at you fondly, his heart filling with joy to see you get excited over something as simple as a pasta dish. He fetches plates and silverware and sets them down on the table, then pulls out your chair. “Where I got it shall remain a secret. Squid gut pasta is considered a delicacy most everywhere, but it pays to know the right people.”
You pull out two wine glasses and then disappear into your pantry for a moment, returning with a bottle of a deep ruby hued wine. “I'm not having squid gut pasta without a glass of wine. It would be sacrilegious to drink anything else.” You carefully pop out the cork and fill each glass, waiting for Echo to fill his plate. “What did you get, by the way? Certainly smells good, whatever it is.”
“Pan fried buckwheat noodles with vegetables and pahzik meat,” he replies, closing his eyes and inhaling the fragrant scent of onions and garlic, the scent reminding him of his days in the Domino squad. “Back when Fives and I were first called up to join the Dominoes, we sneaked out constantly to this little hole in the wall place that offered it. Couldn't get enough of the damn stuff, and Rex always got on our case about it. He claimed he could smell the stench of it coming out of our pores.”
“Is this your first time having it since...?” you ask quietly, slipping a few noodles into your mouth, chewing slowly. You can see Echo's demeanor immediately change, and when he speaks, his tone is melancholy.
“Yeah, it is. Would you mind?” He raises his glass slightly and it takes you a second to understand he's initiating a toast. You raise yours and wait for him to gather his thoughts. “To Fives. To the Dominoes. To all my fallen brethren. To you and I.”
The glasses clink together and you both quaff your wine liberally before digging into your food. Minutes pass in silence, and you're starting to feel the gravity of the unspoken question. You put down your fork and dab the corners of your mouth with your napkin, then take another sip of wine before clearing your throat. You figure that you should rip the bandage off now and get it over with, rather than souring the mood later. Echo finishes the last of his food and sets his fork down, taking his glass and swirling the remainder of the wine around in it. His eyes shift from his glass over to you, and he can see you're uneasy.
“I told you, mésh'la. I just want you to talk, and I'll listen. You know you can tell me everything with no fear of judgment.”
You shift your empty plate off to the side and set your hands on the table, clasping them tightly. “I can't promise you I can tell you all this without crying again, Echo. I feel like I've wept an ocean of tears today as it is.”
“Your vulnerability will never be alienating to me. If you need to cry, do it. Just let everything out. I'm not going anywhere, and whatever you need from me, give the word. You know I can't stand to see you unhappy.”
You take a deep breath and close your eyes, then let your breath out with a loud huff. “I didn't get the promotion, Echo. I didn't...karking...get it. I have been there almost ten years and given them so much of my time, my knowledge, and my abilities...and for what? For what?!” Your voice rises sharply and grows unsteady. Echo's brow furrows in both concern and disbelief, but he stays silent as promised.
“There were three other candidates. One was a woman who's a recent transfer from one of our field offices. To be fair, she did have enough credentials to be considered for it. I don't know much about the two men that were in the running, other than the fact they were both recent hires, which means they shouldn't have even been able to qualify for a promotion in the first place. I was the only one with all of the qualifications and the years of experience necessary for the position.”
Echo nods and slides his chair back, getting up to clear the table, but not before pouring a little more wine for you. “Let me take care of this. I'm listening.”
“I don't think I ever really explained just what position I was in the running for, Echo. It wasn't something as mid-level as, say, a director of branch operations. This was much, much bigger. Your girl was gunning to succeed the chief financial officer of the company, who just accepted a position at the Ministry of Finance. I wanted the challenge, and...I... Well, I wanted the salary that came with it.”
The clattering of the dishes on the countertop startles you, and you look over at Echo. Tears spring to your eyes when you see the look of unmistakable displeasure on his face. Your lower lip trembles and the dam lets loose, hot tears of shame trickling down your cheeks. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Please don't be mad at me, Echo. I wanted to do what was best for me, and for us.” Your voice drops to a whisper and you turn away from him, but you can feel his eyes boring holes into you.
“Cyar'íka, look at me. Come on, it's all right. I'm not mad at you. I'm never going to be upset with you for doing things to make your life better. I know how long you've talked about trying to get a bigger place, with the ultimate goal of one day having me come to live with you. I want that more than anything...you know that. Already, I'm finding it hard to keep quiet, but this is not about me right now. Go on, honey.”
You push your chair away from the table and slowly get up, walking into the living room and coming back with a box of tissues. After blotting your eyes dry and blowing your nose, you gather the courage to look at Echo. Even with his unhealthy looking pallor, there's only warmth and undeniable love in his smile and those rich golden eyes. You take another sip of wine and pull another tissue from the box to keep close at hand while you prepare yourself to relay the most difficult part of the story. Echo returns to his seat, leaning across the table to extend his hand to you, curling his fingers around yours protectively.
“After we had our daily morning meeting, the other candidates and I had to go before a panel. Imagine my trepidation when it's not just my boss sitting there, but our director of operations, the VP, and the president of the company. We were not told ahead of time that this is how they'd be making their decision. We just assumed our boss would be the one to call us into his office and tell us the good...or bad..news. They did the usual shit that employers do to make their employees anxious with the whole, “you're all strong candidates and we had a very hard time making a decision” tripe. I was so giddy, just waiting for them to call my name. When the president announced the name of one of the men instead, I almost threw up. But I still had to put on a happy face and shake his hand and congratulate him, and wish him luck.”
“What the hell?!” Echo exclaims. “Something is seriously rotten, here.”
“Oh, it gets worse. After the panel adjourned, I briefly talked with the other woman on the way back to my office, and she was just as furious and disgusted as I was. Even though she had been a rival for the position, she knew that in the end, I would have been the better choice, and told me as such. Then she went on to tell me...and I quote: “This is complete shit, and you know it. That guy doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground and has no business accepting the role. If I were you, I'd start looking for another job, because just between you and me, it's abundantly clear we're not going anywhere in this company. I'm seriously considering putting in my two weeks by the end of today.””
“Hm, sounds like the way the Imperials handle leadership roles, if you ask me. Too many people in positions of power that are grossly unqualified, and their ineptitude gets people hurt, or worse.”
“That wasn't the end of the conversation, Echo. She brought something to my attention that I'd never given much thought, and now it all makes sense. Granted, her phrasing was...crude, but it was damning.”
Echo closes his eyes and shakes his head, squeezing your hand firmly. “Why am I not surprised?” he mutters, lifting his scomp-link up to rest on the table.
You reach out and take the tip of it in your hand, its coolness offering you much-needed comfort in the moment. “She flat out asked me if I knew when the last time was when a woman got promoted to an executive position, given that I've been there so long, and I couldn't give her an answer. I must have looked completely dumbfounded to her, because she went, “That's what I thought. They don't think we don't see, but we do. And it's obvious this place is run by the good old boys' club.” You pause to finish your wine, then chuckle dryly.
“What did she mean by that?” Echo inquires, not familiar with the colloquialism you just used.
“It means, honey, that...” you start, feeling your cheeks starting to grow hot with mild embarrassment. “I'll just use her exact phrasing, and please don't be offended. She said, “If you don't have a dick, then you're not moving up. They make sure to hire just enough women in mid-level leadership positions – like you and I – to maintain the illusion of equality. But they have no intentions of letting women hold an executive office.””
“That's certainly, uh, descriptive,” Echo replies, trying to stifle his laughter.
“It's okay, Echo, you can laugh. For as bad as I felt, it got a smile and a chuckle out of me. I know she was trying to make me feel better, but when I got back to my office, I holed myself up in there and then I came apart. Never did I feel more worthless, inadequate, and invisible. All those years of working myself to the bone, doing everything they asked of me, always saying yes... It was all for nothing.” Your voice cracks and with a sob, out comes “Absolutely kriffing nothing. I feel so betrayed.”
Echo watches helplessly as you bury your head in your hands and let the anguish pour out, crying so hard that you're gasping for breath. A sharp spike of anger rises in him over the blatant sexism and discrimination you and your coworker experienced, the feeling intensified by the extreme pain he's witnessing. He waits until you cry yourself out before he says quietly, “Mésh'la, come here.” He pushes back from the table, extending his hand out to you while tapping the scomp-link on his thigh in an open invitation for you to sit on his lap. “There's something I want to say to you, and you need to hear it.”
Under normal circumstances, you would jump at the chance to be sitting in Echo's lap, but in your compromised emotional state, this feels more like a punishment. After wiping your eyes and nose for what feels like the millionth time today, you acquiesce and go to him, letting yourself be pulled in while you straddle his lap. One of your hands comes to rest on his shoulder while your other falls upon his chest. Echo lets out a soft sigh when he feels the heat radiating from between your legs through the material of his blacks, and for a split second, you think you feel his cock twitch. But arousal is the furthest thing from your mind now as Echo brings his hand to your cheek and tenderly cradles your face. When your eyes meet his, he smiles gently and reaches in to plant a feather light kiss upon your lips.
“There's my girl,” he says warmly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Do you remember when we first became a couple, and I told you how much in awe I was of your intelligence, your work ethic, and that unbelievable drive of yours to persevere in the face of adversity?”
“Mhmm, I do. I also remember you telling me that with qualities like that, I would have been a very welcome addition to the squad.”
“You know that offer will always be open, should you desire it,” he replies with a light laugh. “Now, I need you to listen, and listen well. I don't understand all the ins and outs of what you do, but from what I've come to conclude is that you're exceptional at what you do, truly. You're quick-witted, and a creative problem solver. You are empathetic and selfless, even at times when neither trait serves you well. Your desire to help others is commendable, and your loyalty in all aspects of your life is without question. You are not worthless or inadequate – you are anything but. Cyar'íka, I don't know where you got the notion that you're invisible. You are beloved and well-respected by many, and you are...” He takes his hand away from your face and rests it between your shoulder blades. “...without a shadow of a doubt...” He moves lower and cups your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Seen.”
In a flash, your arms are around his neck, lips crashing into his for an appreciative and impassioned kiss. The scomp-link presses against your spine as Echo holds you tightly, parting his lips as your tongue seeks out his. He groans into your mouth as you catch his tongue and suckle on it, and this time, you feel his cock starting to press into your leg as it awakens. Now he lets his hand wander, sliding it up your silky thigh and under your nightshirt. When his fingertips connect with the lace of your panties, you grind on his lap and a deep chuckle of satisfaction comes from him.
“I take it that you're starting to feel better, love?”
“Mm, you could say that,” you murmur, leaving a kiss on his forehead before you sit up and look into his eyes. “But like I told you earlier, I think I'm going to need a lot of comforting. Lots and lots, Echo.” You run your thumb along his lower lip and he reaches up to take you by the wrist, never breaking your gaze as he kisses each one of your fingers.
“Y'know, mésh'la, I just had a thought. If you want, I could ask Crosshair to...make it look like that guy had an unfortunate accident, if you know what I mean.”
He sounds so serious that for a second, you actually believe him. “Echo, NO. Don't you dare! I hate him for what happened but he doesn't deserve to be killed!” Then it registers that you've been duped by his incredible talent for deadpan humor, and you burst out laughing. “Damn it, Echo, that was uncalled for, and you know it!”
“I know, but I couldn't help myself. But in all seriousness, I hope you know that everything I said to you were things you should have been hearing from the people who rely on you the most. But they let you down, and your coworker was right. You've come to an impasse, and it's up to you which path you want to choose. You have my support no matter what you decide. Now...I think you've had quite enough hardship for one day, so here's what you're going to do. Go rinse that beautiful face of yours in some cool water, then go lie down and let me clean all this up.”
“Is that an order, Echo?” you purr, trailing your finger down his chest, stopping when you reach his waist.
You miss the sly grin that emerges just before he swats you, both of you breaking out in laughter as you climb off his lap and get to your feet. “Yes, it is. Now get going or else.”
“Or else, what?” you question innocuously, but Echo sees right through you and narrows his eyes, trying to look threatening. “'All right, all right, I'm going! Just don't keep me waiting, baby.”
***
Echo shuts off the kitchen lights and heads down the darkened hallway to your bedroom. He stops short, noticing the door isn't shut all the way. The serene blue glow of your ambient lights emanate from underneath it, and cautiously, he pushes it open. Echo lets out a startled cry as Bocha materializes right in front of him and bolts out into the hallway, meowing loudly before she takes off. You can't help but laugh, and he turns to look at you, greeted by the sight of you in bed, sheets pulled back and propped up against a mound of pillows with your legs tucked up, nightshirt clinging tantalizingly to your hips.
His mouth goes dry as he drinks in the curves of your silhouette, unable to tear his eyes away. “See something you like, handsome?” you ask as you wink and beckon to him.
Like a moth drawn to flame, Echo comes to your bedside and slowly lowers himself. You extend your hand to him and he takes it, interlacing his fingers with yours. When you start pulling him down to you, he eagerly joins and climbs atop, caging you between the scomp-link and his arm while you stretch out underneath him. He wastes no time, his lips falling upon yours hungrily, tongue worming its way into your mouth forcefully for an ardent kiss. You moan loudly at the intrusion and return the favor, swirling and flicking your tongue over his. Slipping your arms out, you rest a hand on the back of his neck while your other traces its way down his back. Echo groans when your fingers come into contact with the plugs in his spine, a shudder passing through him just as he ruts into you, his growing erection nudging persistently against your mound.
He breaks the kiss and shifts his attention to your jawline, planting gossamer light kisses along it. You crane your head back and to the side, opening your neck and throat to him. A quiet sigh escapes you as he licks and nibbles his way down, sucking on the delicate flesh where your neck meets the shoulder. Your hand closes down on his nape and he lets out a soft hiss as he rolls his hips into you, inordinately pleased when you squirm around in an attempt to spread your legs. Bearing his weight on the scomp-link, Echo reaches back and takes your hand off his neck and pins it back behind your head. He'd love nothing more than to yank your panties aside, bury his cock in your depths and fuck you senseless, but the night is young and he has something else in mind.
“Not just yet, cyar'íka. There's plenty of time for that. I'd like to do a little something for you to help you relax, if you would let me.” He sees the interest flicker in your eyes and a shiver passes through him when your hand on his back slips just under the waistband of his pants, your fingers resting on his tailbone.
“I'm listening,” you reply, a mischievous grin on your face as you lift your hips up into him and shimmy a little, feeling the head of his cock create delicious friction when it rubs against your clit through your panties.
Echo squeezes your captive hand firmly and brings his legs closer together, trapping you between them. “Are you? Because it seems like you're hellbent on making me come in my pants, with the way you're teasing.”
You sniffle loudly and turn your head away from him, feigning sullenness. Your little act doesn't last long, because Echo can see the corner of your mouth take an upturn just before you burst into helpless laughter. Gently, the tip of his scomp-link touches your cheek, turning you to face him. “Maybe it's because I've been exceptionally needy today, Echo,” you retort, cracking a cheeky smirk.
“Well, then, Little Miss Needy, may I interest you in a massage? It'll take me longer to do because of...you know, one hand and all, but I'm sure you're carrying the stress of the entire galaxy with you right now.” He lets go of you and reaches under your nightshirt, following the curvature of your side until he comes to your breast. He maneuvers a finger under the cup of your bra and pulls it down, eliciting a sharp gasp from you when the flat of his thumb flicks over your nipple. “So? What do you think? My only goal is to take care of you tonight, ner cyaré.”
“I think...” you begin, distracted by Echo circling his thumb around your nipple, “...that sounds – Maker, that feels so good, Echo... divine. But what about you? I want to make you feel good, too.” He sees you starting to frown and he tucks you back into your bra. He pulls his hand back out and places the tip of his index finger on your lips.
“We'll come to that road when we get there. But before I get started, why don't you take this thing off?”
He tugs on the shoulder of your nightshirt for emphasis, then pushes himself up into a sitting position to let you extricate yourself from underneath him. Rising to your knees, you make a point to leisurely pull it up over your head, hearing Echo suck air in through his teeth when your chest is unveiled to him. He watches transfixed when you support your breasts in your hands, pushing them up to create extra cleavage. With one of your middle fingers, you tease a nipple through the fabric, moaning softly as it stiffens. You repeat the process on the other side, rubbing and plucking until it's fully hard, and then your fingers hook over the top of the cups. Carefully, you draw them down until your ample breasts spill out.
“Mésh'la, you are a little fucking tease,” Echo says, his voice growing heavy with arousal. “Look what you're doing to me.” He palms his cock through his blacks, and even in the altered light you can see that he's concealing a sizable bulge just begging to be released. “Keep that up, and I'll rip that spicy little number off you, and I'd rather not do that because you look...” He stops and bites his lower lip to hold back a groan, because you've taken to rolling and pinching your nipples between your thumb and forefingers. “Light years beyond sexy in it...” he whispers.
You reach behind your back and unhook your bra, bunching it up in your hand before you cast it onto the floor. “I knew you'd like it, Echo. Bocha did, too,” you giggle, scooting over to him on your knees. The hem of his shirt finds its way into your hands, and you pull it up a few inches, stopping when the scomp-link comes to rest upon your hip. Your eyes lock on his and go wide, breath catching in your throat when his hand turns its attention from his cock to guiding its way between your legs. “I...I...always thought that...” you stammer, rooted to the spot while Echo's fingers travel over the sodden fabric of your panties.
“You were saying, love?” he questions, his voice dripping with amusement. “Don't mind me. I'm merely returning the favor.” The tip of his index finger catches the material and pulls it aside, a hum of approval coming from him as his middle finger probes between your outer lips and finds you deliciously slick. “We've barely done anything, cyar'íka, and already you're dripping wet for me. But go on; finish your sentence.”
Not to be outdone, you let go of his shirt and park one of your hands on his cock, the other on his ass. “I always thought you've looked super fucking hot in your blacks,” you answer, your voice becoming low and sultry. The hand on his cock goes to work, rubbing and squeezing, feeling it swell and twitch in your palm. “The very first time I saw you in them, I thought I was going to pass out.”
Echo lightly bucks himself into your hand with a faint moan when the pad of your thumb traces its way around the outline of his thick, swollen glans. You press down on his frenulum and rub it in tiny circles, this time bringing forth a deep sigh of relief from him. “That's not the first time I've heard that. But the only person I want to hear say it is you.” He takes his hand away, readjusting your panties before he sticks his finger into his mouth to lick it clean. “You taste so delectable, my love. I don't think you have an inkling how much I want turn you around, bend you over and pound that sweet little cunt of yours until you become a boneless mess.”
A rush of heat flares deep within your cleft, your clit pulsing at the sound of his words. Echo had never really been comfortable with using dirty talk before he met you, but when he discovered just how much it turned you on, he eased into it and never looked back. He brings his fingers under your chin and tilts your head up, searching your eyes and seeing the fire of arousal blazing within them. He caresses your lower lip with his thumb, fascinated by how pliant you've become for him. You extend your tongue and give him kitten licks before he lets you take him into your mouth, eyes locked on his while you suck on his thumb. Echo whispers your name heatedly and wedges the scomp-link under your hand to release the grip you still have on his cock.
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and you let out a little whimper of disappointment. “Enough, baby. This time is supposed to be about you, not me. Arrange the pillows the way you'd like, and then lie face down. Do you still have that special oil? It's the one you used on me when you were tending to my residual limbs.”
You let go of his ass, but not before giving it one solid, good-natured squeeze, laughing at the look of surprise on his face. He grins at you wickedly and takes you by the shoulder, pushing you back into the pillows. “What, you mean that massage oil? The one that's infused with uneti blossoms? Yeah, it should be in...” You roll over onto your stomach and reach over to your nightstand, pulling open the drawer and rummaging around until you come away with a bottle.
Echo reaches over to take it from you and prods your thigh with the scomp-link. “Move over and stay just like that. But before I begin, all I ask is that if something doesn't feel right to you, or you need me to do something differently, just stop and tell me. You're also going to feel the scomp on you here and there; I'll need it for balance.” He moves off to the side to allow you to get in place, watching as you take a single pillow and then finally lie down. “Just one thing, mésh'la. I think you need to get rid of these, first.”
You feel the tip of the scomp-link against your hip as it lifts the band of your panties while his warm hand is on the other doing the same. You raise your ass up a little and Echo eases them past your hips and down your legs, pausing momentarily once they're off. A husky groan comes from behind you as Echo brings your panties to his face, burying his nose in them and inhaling your scent deeply. His pulse quickens, heart hammering in his chest with his cock throbbing incessantly. This is one time where he wishes he had Hunter's enhanced senses, so he could fully understand and appreciate the level of your arousal. All he can think about now is stripping off his clothing to sate the burning desire to be skin-to-skin with you, longing to hear you fervently beg for his touch.
You lift your head a little and turn to look at him in the process of tugging off his shirt, drinking in the sight of his richly muscled chest and the large hand print tattoo on his right pec as it comes into view. The steel plugs embedded in the rest of his chest and abdomen gleam in the suffused light, a stark contrast to his pale grey skin, and in that moment you're reminded of just how especially sexy he is. He starts undoing his pants but stops when the low wolf whistle from you catches his attention, and he looks down at you, a suggestive smirk on his face.
“What? See something you like, cyar'íka?” he teases, watching your eyes roam down his body and zero in on his hand that's making a show of massaging himself through his pants.
“Mhmm... I see the fucking sexiest man in the galaxy here in my bed, and he's about ready to show me what a big, gorgeous cock he has,” you reply luridly. “Come on, baby, show me how hard you are for me.”
Echo slips the scomp-link just underneath the waistband while he hooks his thumb in on the other side, easing his blacks down his narrow hips just until his cock springs free. A sigh of relief escapes him as the cool air of your bedroom hits the hot, turgid flesh. Long and thick with a graceful upward curve, you stare unabashedly at him, nearly salivating when he flexes for you, a bead of pre-cum just beginning to ooze from the tip. He reminds you of masterfully carved alabaster statues that you've seen in fine art museums, and the soft oh fuck, you're beautiful that falls from your lips sends heat flooding its way into his cheeks.
“You certainly know how to make a man feel appreciated, ner cyaré,” he chuckles, enjoying having his ego stroked. “And to think that when we first met, I thought you didn't like me.”
“That was before I learned how to read you and see past that standoffish, cranky façade you maintain, Echo. What I found is that you're an incredibly attentive, caring, empathetic, and loving man. You want to talk about me persevering in the face of adversity? No, baby. That's all you. All you, and I don't want to hear otherwise. However...” you draw out the last syllable slowly, “I think you'd better put that beast back in your pants before I pounce on you and do all sorts of terribly wonderful things to you.”
The two of you look at each other for a few solid seconds before you both dissolve into rambunctious laughter. Echo lifts his pants backs up and grunts softly as he rearranges himself. He picks up the bottle of massage oil and pops the top, looking at you expectantly. “Alright, as you were, love. No more procrastinating, and let me get to work. I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I'm going to enjoy doing it for you.”
He waits until you've settled in, then gingerly climbs on top of you and straddles your hips. A shiver races up your spine at the sensation of the cold steel of his prosthetics against your legs, but there's only reassuring warmth radiating against your ass when he partially sits on you. You feel the dribble of the massage oil all over your upper back and down your spine, and as Echo's steady hand skims its way along your skin, the calming aroma of the uneti blossoms hits your nose. He grips one of your shoulders and traces his thumb along the curve of your shoulder blade before he presses it into the muscle, already feeling how tight and knotted you are. You let out a muffled groan as he applies more pressure and starts rubbing in tiny circles, watching you closely for any overt signs of pain.
“You carry the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders, mésh'la. Let me relieve some of that burden,” he murmurs.
Despite having one functional hand, Echo is remarkably dexterous. His skilled fingers know just where to touch you, and you can't help but wonder where he learned how to do this. He travels his way across your shoulder, rolling and kneading out all the tension you've kept locked away, smiling to himself each time he feels a knot dissolve underneath. His touch feels like flame as it burns away the last vestiges of your stress, and you don't hold back the deep moan of contentment when he moves from your shoulder to your neck. Echo strokes the tips of his fingers along the base of your hairline, then spirals his thumb downward.
“Feels so good, Echo,” you mumble as he works his way back up and takes time to gently rub the base of your skull. “Who taught you how to do this, anyway? I'd swear you were a professional.”
“You remember me telling you about Kix, the medic? Got it from him. He taught me and a few others some basic therapeutic massage techniques so that if need be, we could help each other out instead of having to wait for him to do it.”
“Smart boy. Wish I could thank him for it,” you sigh, feeling like you're melting into the sheets. “You're doing so well, baby...please don't stop.”
Echo stops what he's doing and leans down to leave a few open-mouthed kisses on your neck, the sudden tickle of his lips against your skin making you squirm. Your hips involuntarily clear the bed and you discover that he's still mostly hard, the head of his cock rudely poking against your ass cheek. “I'm nowhere near finished, love. Right now, your pleasure is my pleasure, and that's all that matters to me.”
“You're so good to me, baby,” you moan softly when the heel of his hand makes contact between your shoulder blades. “I don't ever tell you that enough.”
You don't see his contemplative expression as he weighs the significance of your words, and for awhile he is quiet, choosing to focus on working out a particularly tenacious knot just off your spine. “I could say the same for myself,” he eventually admits, sounding a little sheepish. “You're amazing and beyond supportive, and you treat me like none other. I love you so much, ner cyaré. Believe in that, if there ever comes a time when you can't believe in anything else.”
Now it's you who is at a loss for words while Echo finishes working out the last of the tightness along your upper spine. He turns his attention to your other shoulder, again letting his thumb glide along the gentle curve of the bone. He discovers you're loaded with knots on this side and wonders just how long you've been carrying this pain with you. You can hear him click open the cap for the massage oil, a fresh round dripping onto you followed by his thumb rubbing back and forth, digging into the muscle. Your eyes squeeze shut and you wince, trying not to cry out when he finds a large nodule. You let out a whine anyway, and Echo curses under his breath.
“I'm sorry, baby, this is a bad one. I'm trying not to hurt you. Just a little more...almost got it...” Echo presses his thumb into the lump and you bite back a gasp as you feel it let go in a burst of stinging pain. “If it helps, pretend that every one of these that I find is a negative thought, or a bad experience you've had. When they're worked out, consider them wiped from memory.”
A wry laugh comes from you while his fingers soothingly caress the dull ache left behind. “Easy for you to say, Echo. You're not the one with the – fuck, just like that – landmines embedded in your shoulders.”
“Heh. No, just these Maker-forsaken plugs that at least for now, can't be removed, so consider yourself lucky, mésh'la.” He busies himself tending to the remainder of any aberrations he finds, and you find that you're almost being lulled to sleep by the soothing heat and pressure of his hand. Minutes go by before he makes a final pass along your shoulder, looking for any places he missed. You're so relaxed that you startle when he calls your name. “Hi there, love. Still with me? Everything feel like it's been worked out?”
“Mmm, I think so,” comes your dozy reply. “Sorry for almost falling asleep, but that felt so good. I still can't believe how good you are at this.”
Echo laughs and reaches over to pull your hair away from your face. “So what you're telling me is that I have a future as a massage therapist, yes? That's going to come as a shock to the boys when I break it to them! I can see it now - “Sorry, Hunter, I'm leaving the squad to pursue my lifelong dream of massage therapy.” I'm sure that will go over wonderfully.”
“Hey, if anything, I think they would be supportive, Echo. It's not like they haven't thought about what they're going to do when they fully transition into civilian life,” you say honestly. “When that time comes, you can be whatever you want, and you know I'll be with you every step of the way.” You shift underneath him and he rises to his knees to allow you to turn onto your side. “Wanna take a little break for now? I bet your hand needs a rest.”
“Whatever you desire, love. Just tell me what you want from me, and it's yours.” He swings a leg over yours and moves over to let you settle on your back.
Reaching up for him, you take him by the shoulders and pull him down until your nose touches his. “I want you to spread my legs and see how wet you've made me, Echo. Then you're going to eat me out like it's your last night alive; I don't care how you make me come – tongue, fingers, toys...your choice. And after that, I'm going to take care of you.” Your lips connect with his for a charged kiss laden with impatience, a faint moan of surprise coming from him. “But first, I think you need to ditch these.” One hand slips from his shoulder and takes a hold of his pants, pulling them down over one of his hips. “And that...is an order, trooper.”
“Yes, ma'am! You don't need to tell me twice,” he mutters close to your ear, each word dripping with lust. His breath is hot against your cheek, lips greedily claiming it as they lay down a trail of fiery kisses and send frissons racing up your spine. “I think you should help me take them off, cyar'íka. But once they are, keep your hands to yourself.” He lies back and slides his thumb under the waist, waiting for you to do the same.
“And you call me the tease?” you reply mockingly, giving his pants a sharp yank and watching as they quickly slide down over the curve of his ass and down his lean thighs. The material snags and bunches when it gets to his knees, caught on the metal of his prosthetics. “You wanna take these off, too?” You rap gently on a leg, the hollow metallic ring dulled by the fabric. “Only if you're feeling up to it, of course. I know sometimes you don't always want them off during sex—“
“Consider it done,” he cuts you off. “Get my blacks off, and then I'll do the rest.”
You carefully ease them down and drop them over the side of the bed onto the rest of your clothes. Now you let your eyes rove over him from head to toe, in awe of every line, curve, and scar he bears as silent testament to the trauma he's endured. You reach out and Echo's about to take you by the wrist until he sees that you're slowly running your finger over the cold durasteel of his leg. There's a nearly inaudible hiss as he activates the release mechanism for his legs. Rising onto his elbows, he shifts backwards until he's free of them, and you look back to see him with that ever-charming little half smile.
“Much better,” he sighs. “They were getting irritating, anyway.” He looks up at you and sees nothing but sheer love and desire all over your face, a far cry from the heartwrenching grief he saw earlier. “Something you want to say, mésh'la? You look like you have something on your mind.”
You shake your head softly, a gentle smile riddled upon your lips. “Nothing much, Echo, other than I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I mean every word of it. There really aren't many words that can describe how much I love and value you.”
The way he breathes your name in response sends a tremor of anticipation through you, the hunger for him sitting heavy in your chest. Without saying a word, you pick up his legs, immediately surprised at how lightweight they actually are. Echo watches as you get up and stand his prosthetics against the wall, making sure they won't topple over. “Quit fussing with them, love. If they fall, they fall. Get back here so I can feed on that exquisite pussy of yours.”
Your ears start to burn at the sound of his vulgarity, and you turn to take a few steps before jumping onto your bed. You can't help but peek between his legs and see that he's half hard, and steadily growing firmer with each passing second. Fluffing up your pillows, you sink back into them while keeping your knees up and legs tightly closed, wanting to make Echo work for his prize. He sits up and positions himself before you, your feet between his legs so closely that you nudge his balls with your toe. Echo closes his eyes and exhales sharply, waiting to see if you'll do it again. You push your toes forward a little until you can feel the heat of his perineum, and when he doesn't stop you, you smoothly circle them around the thick root of nerves.
“M-mésh'la, please...” he groans through clenched teeth as his cock flexes hard from this new form of stimulation. “You'll get your turn, I promise. Just be a good girl for me and be patient.”
The tip of the scomp-link slots itself just below your knees, his hand resting on one of your shins. Slowly, he wedges the attachment down farther, pushing one leg to the side while he pulls on the other. Like a rare and extraordinary flower blooming at the first light of day, you bare yourself to him, the soft and glistening wet folds of your pussy reminiscent of petals blanketed in morning dew. He drapes your legs over his thighs before reaching between your folds with the flat of his thumb, taking his time as he draws it all the way up, watching in fascination as it's coated in your wetness. Stopping short of your clit, he takes his thumb away, a long bead of your juices trailing along behind it.
You watch intently as he slides his thumb into his mouth and sucks it clean, the husky groan coming from him utterly sinful. “That's all for you, baby. Come and get your dessert,” you coax, tapping your fingers on your mound. He looks down to see you retracting the hood of your clit, fully engorged and waiting to be teased. “Look at this tasty little pearl, Echo. See how hard I am for you already?”
“If you stay just like that, I have a little something to show you,” Echo replies, a deviant little grin emerging as he brings the scomp-link down and holds the tip a hair's breadth away from your clit. “You said I have your permission to make you come any way I'd like, with toys being one of the options. How about a little warm up with...this?” You hear a gentle hum, not recognizing what's making the sound until Echo touches the attachment to one side of your clit.
The loud gasp followed by, “cold, cold, COLD!!!” sends Echo into a bout of laughter, but his concentration never falters as he tenderly moves the makeshift vibrator around and underneath your clit. Each nerve ending feels like it's sizzling with electricity, and at this rate, you know it won't take him long to pull the first orgasm out of you. He draws the tip around you with care while his index finger breaches your folds and stops short of your entrance. You snake your hips to and fro, silently begging him to penetrate and stroke your depths until you're a sobbing, quivering wreck. A tiny squeak comes from you as Echo pushes his finger in and finds your G-spot, massaging it gently with his fingertip.
“What's that, mésh'la?” he asks, watching your mouth drop open and contort when he strokes the soft tissue a little harder. You're speechless, only able to focus on how much stronger the pulsing in your clit becomes. “I can feel you squeezing the life out of my finger, baby. Tell me what you need,” he coaxes.
“I...I...” comes your breathless reply, back arching off the mattress and fingers clawing at the sheets as the scomp-link brushes under your clit. “Fuck...'m close, Echo, don't stop...”
He chuckles darkly and maneuvers his middle finger toward your entrance. “I can see that, but you didn't answer my question. Do you want to finish like this? Or do you want my mouth? You know how much I love it when you come all over my face.”
You unleash a fervent moan as your walls tightly stretch around his thick fingers that have taken to pumping themselves in and out of you at a languid pace. The scomp-link continues its assault, threatening to tip your scales at any moment and send you headlong into ecstasy. A vision flits behind your eyes of Echo pulling out his fingers and holding his mouth against your pussy, his moans vibrating through your core as he swallows every last drop of your juices. You let go of the sheets and scrabble for his thighs, digging your nails into them as you force yourself to speak.
“Mouth! Want your mouth,” you gasp, bucking your hips in time with each deep plunge of his fingers. “Make me come, Echo...make me come, baby.”
In one swift motion, he pulls the scomp-link away and brings it under your leg, resting it on your hip as he awkwardly positions himself onto his stomach. His breath is hot and ragged against your still-throbbing clit, and you can't tear your eyes away from his lips closing around the tiny bud, tongue picking up where machinery left off. He flicks his tongue relentlessly over the swollen flesh, each slippery pass sending bolts of pleasure racing through you. Echo thrusts his fingers into you faster, a choked moan coming from him as your walls contract around him and rhythmically squeeze. Your legs take on a mind of their own, twitching uncontrollably the closer he summons to you release, the scomp-link tightening around your leg to pin it against his shoulder. A sharp cry erupts from you when he changes his tactics, firmly sucking on your clit while letting the tip of his tongue continue its gentle skimming from below.
“Not...far...now...” you rasp, shutting your eyes as each intense wave ripples out from your center. Mindlessly, you reach out and rest a hand on the top of Echo's head, hearing him exhale audibly through his nose followed by a deep, rumbling moan. “Just a little more...fuck me, Echo, please...”
Echo takes your directive to heart, hooking his fingertips up into you as he pistons his digits at a blistering pace. Heat rapidly pools between your legs, and he can feel your juices leaking out around his fingers. Your wanton cries grow louder, begging him for release as your whole body tenses up, trembling as he drives you to the precipice. He buries his fingers deep within and applies pressure to your G-spot with short strokes, feeling you clench around him. Echo pulls his mouth away and returns to sweeping his tongue across your clit, looking up at you when he hears your breath hitch, only to see you watching him wide-eyed with your mouth agape.
“Like that...keep going,” you urge, your voice trembling. “Yes...yes...I'm gonna...oh, Echo, I'm gonna—”
You hear him give the command without ever speaking the words. The tightly wound coil in your core shatters into a million pieces, hoarse cries bursting from you as you cascade over the edge. There's nothing but white noise buzzing in your ears as the shockwaves of your climax begin oscillating through your body, every nerve ending blazing with light. You roll your hips as Echo starts pumping his fingers into you again, pushing harder and faster with every depraved utterance of his name. Your juices soak his hand and run down your ass cheeks in a hot torrent, and Echo doesn't hold back a carnal moan of his own, watching you grind on his fingers with reckless abandon.
“That's it, cyar'íka. Come all over my face like a good girl. You can do it,” he urges. “Give me everything you've got, sweetheart.”
You watch his tongue emerge, mouth open and eager to catch every last drop while thrusting his fingers deeply into you. He looks up at you expectantly when he feels you bearing down, another flow of wetness seeping from you while trying to push him out. Dragging his fingertips along your G-spot, Echo closes his eyes and then pulls his fingers out, hearing a feral cry of elation accompanying the river unleashing all over his face. He grabs your thigh and squeezes, moaning loudly as he gets a mouthful of your nectar, swallowing greedily while the rest runs down his chin. His mouth latches onto you, tongue seeking out your entrance and imploring for more. One of his fingers slips back inside and tickles the soft tissue, wringing out a last spurt of fluid that he downs with gusto.
“Fuck, Echo, that's enough,” you pant, trying to catch your breath while your heart threatens to slam its way out of your chest. “That's enough, baby... Holy... Fucking... Shit...”
Echo pulls away and sits up, licking your spend off his lips before taking the back of his hand to his chin, wiping away residual wetness. “Should've warned me I needed a rain coat,” he chuckles while disengaging the interface for his cybernetics. He pulls the unit off his head and shakes it off, watching curiously as you cover your face with both hands out of embarrassment. “I thought Kamino was the wettest place in the galaxy, but I think you're the new contender!”
“Echo, don't make fun of me,” you groan. “It's not my fault that—”
“That, what? That you get worked up so much that you can't help but squirt all over me? Hmm, is that it? Ner cyaré, do you even realize how jealous the others would be if they knew you do this for me? Crosshair, for starters.”
You uncover your face and scramble into a sitting position, Echo registering a fleeting moment of panic in your expression. “Don't you breathe a word of this to any of them, Echo! Promise me! Oh, Maker...if Crosshair ever found out I would never hear the end of it.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, smirking. “You know I'm teasing you, right? I would never willingly divulge one of many things about you that makes me insatiable. In fact, I think you should see what you've done to me.” His cock stands proudly at attention, pre-come dribbling out in a lengthy trail. He takes the base between his thumb and first two fingers, stroking slowly and watching you get to your knees.“Now it's your turn, love. What were you thinking?”
You close the gap and sit cross-legged before him, looking up into his pale amber eyes while running your hands back and forth along his sinewy thighs. “Mm, let me suck your cock for a little while, and then I'll get the wedge out so I can ride you. Would you like that?”
“Help me lie down, and then it's time for dessert,” comes his cheeky reply, followed by wickedly deviant laughter.
You reach back and grab a few pillows, arranging them near the foot of the bed. Moving to Echo's side, you slip an arm around his lower back, the other around his shoulders. He touches your cheek with the scomp-link, turning your face until your lips connect with his for a slow, passionate kiss. His mouth parts when your tongue caresses his lower lip, letting you slide in and flick playfully over his tongue. Echo moans deeply into your mouth when the hand on his lower back reaches around to grasp his aching cock, stroking it gently. Now you take to sucking on his tongue at the same unhurried rate, swallowing each lecherous sound he makes each time he pushes himself through your fingers. You finally release his captive tongue, kissing the corner of his mouth before pressing your cheek to his, looking down to admire your handiwork and the hot, pulsing organ in your hand.
“Mm, I think you like this, baby...don't you?” you purr in his ear, his only response a truncated sigh. “You have such a beautiful cock, Echo, and I think it'll look even better when it's in my mouth. Don't you agree?”
The pleasure radiating through his core is beginning to cloud his mind, words becoming unnecessary because his actions speak volumes. He lifts his hips up into you faster, his breathing quickening when you shift behind him to rest your chin on his shoulder with your arm slung across his chest. A sharp gasp comes from him as your fingers graze over one of his nipples and tweaks it firmly. “Harder, mésh'la, please...nngh, just fucking touch me,” he whispers. “Want to come so hard for you.”
“I know you do, honey...I know. Soon,” you murmur into the hollow of his cheek, pressing your lips to the heated skin. Your grip on his cock tightens and he moans, thinking only of how constrictive you're going to feel around him. The muscles of his abdomen ripple under your fingers the harder he snaps his hips, and you feel him growing tenser by the second. “That's it, baby... Just think about how much better it's going to be when you're fucking me.”
Echo can feel his orgasm slithering up on him quickly, and he brings the scomp-link down to touch your hand. Without asking, you let go of him, a noise of confusion dying on your lips as he sags back against you. You can feel his heart slamming in his chest from the exertion, each breath rapid and shallow. Positioning yourself back at his side, you rest a hand between his shoulder blades and the other on his lower back, guiding him down. His head sinks into the pillows and he sighs contentedly, reaching up to pet your cheek with his hand. You lean into his warmth, closing your eyes while his thumb ghosts its way across your chin. He watches you take him by the wrist, bringing your lips to his palm for a heartfelt kiss.
“Too much, too quickly, I know,” you mumble, shifting your attention to his fingertips as you kiss each one. “'m sorry.”
“There's nothing to apologize for, cyar'íka. Whenever you're playing with my cock, words kind of go out the window,” he chuckles.
“Gee, I never noticed that before,” you reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. You look at him and a few seconds pass in silence before you crack a grin and start laughing. “I think I lost track of how many times I made you moan, Echo. Maybe this time I should pay attention.”
“Maybe you should,” he says, his voice dropping roughly. “This thing isn't going to go away by itself, so if you'd be so kind?” He spreads his thighs out, waiting for you to slot yourself between them. “Just one thing. Before we do this, the scomp and the interface come off. I want you to feel me. Are you all right with that?”
You rest your palms on his thighs, easing them north until they rest on his hips. It's clear to you that his old insecurities want to shine through, and after all he has done to boost you up tonight, you want to do the same for him. “Do whatever you need in order to be comfortable, baby, and I will keep saying that for as long as you need to hear it.” You lean over to kiss a path down his stomach, smiling to yourself when he shivers beneath you. The head of his cock is within reach of your mouth, pulsing hot and slick with his own arousal. The moment you press your lips to his frenulum, there's a sigh of relief. “That's what I want to hear. Now take them off, and then let me take care of you. I'm going to make you feel so good, Echo.”
There's another minuscule hiss as the scomp-link releases; you gently pull it away from his body and wait for him to disconnect from the interface. He lifts his head, pulls off the unit and hands it to you, waiting patiently as you set both pieces next to his legs. Stepping over to your closet, you dig around until you find the special low angled wedge – a custom made piece of sex furniture you had gotten for Echo early on in your relationship to help make sex easier and more enjoyable for him. You leave it at bedside and return to your rightful place between his legs, resting on your stomach as one arm slides underneath and around a thigh to hold him steady. Your lips meet the soft skin of his other thigh, leaving ethereal kisses while your free hand sneaks up to encompass his balls.
Echo sucks air in through his teeth sharply as you gently palpate, rolling each testicle between your fingers. “Fuck..keep going, mésh'la,” he groans, winding his fingers into your hair and pulling you closer until he feels the heat of your breath dancing across his skin. “Give me that mouth.”
“Mm, with only the greatest of pleasure, my love. Look at you, so thick and full for me,” you purr, applying a little more pressure as you squeeze, drawing out a low growl from him. “I can't wait to taste you.”
You brush your nose against his balls, giving them a gentle nudge before planting tiny, chaste kisses upon each one. Your tongue snakes out to lick a wide stripe up his perineum, causing him to buck involuntarily at the sudden intrusion. You wrap your other arm around his thigh and sling it over your shoulder, leaving him wholly at your mercy. Echo shuts his eyes, cursing under his breath as you tease him with each silken flick of your tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your lips graze over one of his balls before you draw it into your mouth, in no great hurry as you suck on him languidly. His fervid moaning rushes straight to your core, arousal bursting into flame with each breathless utterance of your name.
Echo lets go of your hair and takes the first few inches of his cock in his fist, jerking himself slowly as you turn your attention to his other testicle. This time, you add a new dimension of pleasure for him by pressing the flat of your thumb against the perineum, massaging in a gentle circular motion while you suckle. His thighs tremble against your shoulders from the tension of trying to maintain control, but it's a losing battle. He strokes himself a little faster and you can feel his pelvic floor tensing up. Realizing he's going to finish quickly thanks to your aggressive edging, you release him. He lets go of his cock, the tip weeping a sticky trail of pre-come onto his stomach.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he pants, covering his face with his hand. “I don't know where you learned how to do that, but you've got to do that more often!”
You shrug nonchalantly, pretending it's no big deal. “What can I say? I watch a lot of holoporn vids when we're not together. Contrary to popular belief, they actually can be educational.” You look up at him and he's looking right back with an unreadable expression.
This time Echo cracks first, breaking into an open guffaw. “You are such a little shit, cyar'íka, you know that? What am I going to do with you?”
“Hmm...I think you're going to let me stay the course and let me finish,” you reply slyly, getting to your knees. Your hand closes around his cock, holding still for a moment while it throbs in your hand. Echo takes you by the wrist and you let go. “Or not? Are you okay, Echo? Did I do something wrong?”
“Everything's fine, love...you don't need to give me a blowjob. If it's all the same to you, I would much rather you get on top and let me fuck you. I've never seen anything more beautiful than when I'm buried in you, with the look in your eyes screaming that I'm your man. Come on, mésh'la, let me worship you...I'll give you whatever you need.”
Echo watches as you reach over the side of the bed to pick up the wedge. Maneuvering it under his thighs, you help him adjust his position until he's at a comfortable angle. Being cautious not to jostle him out of place, you swing a leg over him and lower yourself, moaning softly when his cock nestles between your outer lips. Echo's first inclination is to rut himself into you, coating himself with your juices while his hand seeks out your hip. Your hands slide under his back and over his shoulders as you lie down upon him, and bring your forehead to his. You can feel him trembling a little, and you give a reassuring squeeze while your parrot his words back to him.
“Echo, I've never seen anything more beautiful than you when you're buried in me, with the look in your eyes screaming that I'm your woman. Enter the temple and worship me...I'll give you whatever you desire.”
Echo pushes down on your hip, guiding you into position as he slowly rocks himself upward, slipping through your slick channel. Your lips tussle with his for a feverish kiss the moment the head of his cock presses against your dripping entrance, a soft whine coming from you as he finesses his way inside. Echo consumes every gasp and moan from you the deeper he sinks into your cleft, taking his time to let you stretch out around him. At long last he fully sheathes himself, a lusty groan rumbling out him when the head of his cock greets your cervix and you respond by clenching your walls around him. Your head seeks sanctuary in the crook of his neck, and for a split second, Echo has the strange sensation of being able to feel his missing hand upon your back. He dismisses the notion when you distract him, lips tattooing him with kisses while you start moving yourself forward along his length.
“You feel so fucking good, baby...wish you could feel what I do,” you mewl, pausing as his tip breaches your entrance and spreads it wide. “Just breathe, Echo.”
You quickly rock back and slide down his length, forcing him all the way into you. Echo gasps like he's had the wind knocked out of him and he grabs your ass hard, digging his fingers into the supple flesh. “Fuck...do that again,” he whispers hotly. “Take my cock like it's nothing...”
You're more than happy to oblige, rising slowly while your walls drag against him and feeling a tremor pass through him when the head of his cock splits you open. With no hesitation, you spear yourself on him, moaning deeply when you're greeted by a single hard flex. You pull your arms out from under his shoulders and right yourself, planting your hands on his chest. Echo lets go of your ass, skimming his hand along the curvature of your spine and wishing his eyes were a camera so he could capture in perpetuity the exaltation before him. Eyes glossy and heavy lidded with arousal look back at him, your mouth going slack as you churn your hips. He reaches up and strokes your cheek, brushing your lips with his thumb.
“You couldn't look more beautiful even if you tried, ner cyaré...I love you.”
With that, the power shifts to you; Echo remains motionless while you set a languorous pace. You rock to and fro upon him, noisily moaning each time the head of his cock massages your G-spot. Tendrils of pleasure lick like flame deep within as you exploit the angle of your bodies and hungrily grind your clit against him, the beginning of another orgasm already creeping up on you. You chase the sensation, riding him faster and feeling the tingling in your clit grow exponentially. Echo groans, his cock twitching and stiffening while your walls flutter around him and his self-control finally cracks. He takes command, waiting for you to lift yourself only to catch you on the way down with a hard thrust. You cry out in surprise and his hand returns to your ass, gripping roughly while he takes you faster, using the wedge for leverage to snap his hips up into you with ease.
“So perfect, Echo...like you were made for me, baby...”
Echo reaches up to touch your back, already damp with a fine sheen of sweat. “Come here, sweetheart,” he huffs, bringing you back down toward him. You cradle his face between your hands and rest your forehead against his. “Fucking kiss me,” he orders, each word a hot puff of air against your lips.
Without hesitation, you drag your tongue along his lower lip, his mouth automatically parting to grant you access. A low, throaty moan comes from him when you claim his tongue as your own, sucking rhythmically on it in time with each strong pump of his hips. Echo's hard thrusting tapers off into long, slow strokes when you break the seal of your mouths to dot his face with tender kisses. Your lips travel from the corner of his mouth along his hot, crimson-flushed cheek until you reach his temple, kissing not only the skin but also the embedded plugs. Echo reaches for the back of your neck, his fingertips winding up into your hair to massage the nape, mouthing your name when your lips ghost across each eyelid. He turns his head as you make your way down his other cheek, nuzzling at your earlobe as he pushes himself all the way in and abruptly stops.
“What? Echo...?”
“On your side, cyar'íka,” he murmurs into your ear. There's a tiny noise of protestation from you as Echo pulls his cock out with a creamy trail of your slick following right behind, leaving you feeling strangely empty. “I don't want to finish you like this.”
“Anything you want, baby,” you reply, dismounting him and slowly working the wedge out from underneath, dropping it over the bedside.
Sliding your hand under his lower back, you help him onto his side before you recline with your back against him, propped up on an elbow with your hand resting on his terminated arm. Echo's hand glides down your thigh and slips under the back of your knee, lifting your leg into position. You turn your head back to him and his mouth is immediately on yours, but this time there's no urgency behind his kisses. The gentle curling of his tongue around yours is sensuous, each slippery pass making your clit pulse in anticipation. You sling your arm around the back of his thigh, leaving him free to take his cock and re-align himself with your entrance. Echo moans into your mouth as he pushes his way back inside with one smooth motion, welcomed back by your walls clenching around him.
He breaks the kiss and drapes his arm over you, palming your breast while rubbing your nipple with his thumb, feeling the sensitive flesh quickly grow to a stiff peak. “You're so fucking beautiful,” he whispers in your ear, sending frissons racing down your spine like a bolt of lightning. “So fucking beautiful, and worth absolutely everything, ner cyaré.”
“Echo, I...”
The rest of the words lodge in your throat, robbed of breath as Echo starts to move, rolling and grinding his hips with each slow thrust. Your eyes close the moment his mouth dances over your neck in a dizzying array of licking and kissing, with his thumb and forefinger tweaking the pebbled bud of your nipple. A husky groan comes from him as your hand gravitates from his hamstring to his ass, letting your fingers trace over its well-defined contours before cupping it and giving a firm squeeze. He releases your breast and runs his hand down your stomach until it reaches the soft swell of your mound and the hard nub of your clit. You can feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck as he takes his first two fingers and calmly rubs in small circles, taking care not to launch you over the edge too quickly.
“Such a good girl, letting me play with your clit while I fuck you,” he croons, rocking himself into you a little faster and stifling another moan when your walls tense around him. “Come all over my cock, mésh'la. Think you can do that for me?” You hum in response and he chuckles, applying more pressure as his fingers caress the tiny bundle of nerves. “That's what I want to hear. Now...” His lips are searing hot against your pulse point as he kisses a path from your ear down your neck. “Move with me, baby.”
You turn your head back again and press your cheek against his, closing your eyes when he withdraws and pushing your ass against him as he sinks all the way in. You hear him exhale sharply through his nose as you constrict around him on his way back out, with a huffed sigh on the return. It doesn't take long before you're mirroring each other perfectly, your cries of ecstasy and Echo's deep-chested moaning harmonizing with the lewd sound of wet skin on skin. He switches from rubbing your clit to flicking the pad of his middle finger underneath it, making your legs shake helplessly and your pussy tighten around him with every stroke. Once more, Echo shortens his thrusting so that the head of his cock massages your G-spot, feeling yourself slipping headlong toward another orgasm.
“Just a little more, honey...I know you're close. So 'm I,” he chuffs as a bead of sweat rolls down his temple.
“Touch me, Echo,” you whimper, digging your fingers into the hard musculature of his ass.
Echo lets out a hiss and a labored moan when minute contractions start plucking at his cock in a steady pattern, your walls closing solidly around him. Your vision blurs as hot tears begin to flow outward and down your temples, triggered by the intense waves of pleasure coursing through you. “That's it, baby...just let everything go. I've got you,” he murmurs, taking your clit between his thumb and index finger to roll the delicate skin of your hood over it.
You surrender to his ministrations with a loud sob, body quaking violently as your back arches into a taut bow. Echo gasps as you writhe and buck, your pussy squeezing the life out of his cock all while trying to push him out. He quickly slips his arm under your knee and your hand leaves his ass, grabbing him by the forearm and sinking your nails into it. Echo curses under his breath and starts pumping himself into you, feeling a gush of your juices drenching him and the sheets. He fucks you hard and fast, each deep thrust tightly winding the knot of arousal in his core. You beg for him to come and Echo presses his nose and lips against your cheek, shutting his eyes as he nears his peak. He drives himself in fully and goes still, moaning your name in orgasmic bliss while his cock throbs, unloading hot streams of his seed into you.
Echo wraps his arm around your waist and grunts softly, putting his weight against your back until you're sprawled out on your side. You can feel him affectionately ruffle your hair with his nose while he slides his hand up your stomach and rests it between your breasts, feeling your heart still racing. Placing your hand over his, your fingers interlace and squeeze, and Echo reaches over to leave heartfelt kisses on your cheek and jawline. Both of you bask in the residuum of your coupling, still lying merged for neither of you want to be parted from the other. Here in his arms you feel safe and sheltered, always protected by his love and inimitable strength.
“You were incredible, ner cyaré,” Echo praises, loosening your grip so he can take your chin in his hand and turn you to face him. “How do you feel? Better, I trust?”
“Better than better,” you reply with a smile so big, Echo can't help but to return it. “I feel...restored, if that makes any sense.”
“It does, and that's all that matters,” he agrees, kissing the corner of your mouth as he starts to lift himself off you. Blissful numbness floods your body and you scarcely notice when he pulls his cock out. You can hear him chuckle and clear his throat as he looks down between your legs to witness milky droplets of his spend dripping out onto your inner thigh. “As much as I love seeing myself run back out of you, mésh'la, I think we should get cleaned up and change the sheets, then get some sleep. It's late, and there is absolutely no way you aren't exhausted.”
Slowly, you push yourself up into a sitting position and before you can stop it, a huge yawn escapes you. “Yeah...yeah, just give me a moment...I feel like I got hit by a speeder,” you reply with a grin. “Go sit at the edge of the bed and I'll grab your legs.”
Echo shifts to your side and wraps his arm around your shoulder and you don't see his golden eyes fill with tender care when your head drops wearily against him. “Come on, sweetheart. I know you're very tired. We'll make this quick.”
You swing your legs over the side of your bed and cautiously get to your feet, legs wobbling as you shuffle to retrieve Echo's prosthetics and the interface. You lie back down while he reassembles himself and takes initiative, heading to your bathroom where you hear the water running and the sound of your linen closet opening and shutting. He comes back with a warm, damp cloth and clean bed sheets tucked in the crook of his arm. Setting the sheets aside, he takes you by the knee and pulls your legs apart to wipe your inner thighs, then gently holds the cloth against your folds. The warmth is incredibly soothing and you find yourself wiggling your hips to push into his hand.
“Still hungry?” Echo asks with a chuckle. “You're going to have to wait. Hold still, cyar'íka, I'm almost done.”
He finishes cleaning you up and returns to the bathroom to rinse out the cloth. You've already gotten the sheets stripped by the time he returns and in no time, the two of you are back in bed. You settle in with your head on his chest, your fingers idly tracing patterns over his skin. Echo kisses the crown of your head and brings his arm around you, closing his eyes as he hears your breathing slow and deepen. You're almost asleep before you feel Echo brushing his fingers over your cheek to get your attention, accidentally startling you.
“I'm sorry, love. I didn't know if you had fallen asleep yet. Did you remember to set your alarm?”
“No, and I'm not going to set it. I made up my mind. Fuck that place and those people, Echo. I'm never going back.”
He sighs softly and says your name, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Are you sure this is the kind of decision you want to be making, well, now? Something like that needs a little more consideration.”
Echo lets go of you as you prop yourself up on your elbow and bring your other hand to his cheek. Your eyes bore into his and you swallow hard, knowing you're about to speak the truth that you've denied yourself from believing for years. “I know what I'm doing, Echo. I'll be okay. I've got more than enough to live on while I look for another job. I'm done wasting time somewhere that I'm not appreciated. Life is too short for bullshit like that, and...” You stop, feeling a lump trying to build in your throat.
“And...?” he replies softly. “Hey. It's okay. You know you can tell me anything.”
You take a deep breath and exhale slowly, and Echo's hand closes on your hip, giving you the courage you need to finish. “You said that you would support my decision no matter what I decided to do, right?”
“I do, and I will always stand by that.”
“I know what I want to do with my life, Echo, because I did something I shouldn't have. Really, I did something no one should do. I poured everything into my career and neglected my well-being. But it's time for me to stop being afraid and do what needs to be done.”
“What might that be?”
“Live.”
Echo puts his hand on your shoulder, easing you down until your head rests over his heart. Its strong, steady beat has a soporific effect on you and it's not long before your eyelids grow heavy. He strokes your arm softly and presses one last kiss to the top of your head. “That's it...just let it happen. Get some well-deserved rest, and I'll be right by your side when you wake up. I love you, mésh'la.” His words fall on deaf ears, for he hears a faint snore and glances down to see you're completely out. “The galaxy is yours,” he whispers. “It always was. Time to shine, baby.”
Julie, you know you can’t post smut prompt lists without summoning me 😈😈
How about #1, #10, and #15 for our beloved Echo? He deserves some love.
Smut Prompts
ERIN 💙 I actually got another anon requesting these numbers and our bby Echo so im combining them and adding above!
OKAY ALSO I AM LITERALLY WILD ABOUT ECHO LATELY AND ITS BAD BATCH EVE SO:
this will be combining 1. “Let me see those eyes.” 10. “Spread your legs wider.” 11. “Louder. Let me hear you.” 14. “Do you want my fingers?” 15. “I can’t get enough of you.”
"Let me see those eyes, cyar'ika." He rasped from above you, his body hovering just close enough to let him reach between your legs with his left hand. Your eyes hooded closed as he slid fervent fingers up your thigh. You tried to keep them open, to let him stare deep into your soul as he took you apart. He loved it when you did that.
"Spread your legs wider for me. Can you do that beautiful?" You nodded, slowly moving them apart as his fingers slipped down your inner thigh. His forehead rested on yours, allowing his gaze to flick between your parted thighs and your reaction to him.
"Oh Echo." You muttered softly, as his gloved fingertips dipped just between your folds to brush over your clit. You bit at your lower lip as a rush of heat bloomed through your center, spurring his touches on your faster.
"What's that? Louder. Let me hear you. Let 'em all hear you." He smirked, more than happy to make your pleasure disruptive to everyone on board the Marauder. As long as they knew it was him that you were loud for. He had every bit of the bravado that the 501st was always known for and that would never go away, no matter who his new squad was.
"Echo...more. Inside..please." You begged as his expert fingers slid through your folds. He leaned forward to capture your lips and swallow your moan as sped up the circles he traced on your clit. Your back arched up into his chest and he smiled out of the kiss.
He let out a small teasing chuckle, "Do you want my fingers, cyar'ika? Tell me. Be a good girl and ask me." He kissed your jawline and over to your ear, tracing the shell of it with his tongue.
"Mmmmm, oh I want more than just your fingers, my sweet Echo." He grinned, letting his digits breach your entrance and curling them up to hit your spot harshly. His jaw dropped and he swore under his breath as he felt your walls surround him.
"Good because I can't get enough of you. And I'm already so fucking hard."
Instead of nightmares, Echo finds himself having uncontrollable erotic dreams. It would be fine until he finds out they were actually about you.
warnings: NSFW. 18+. Only. Echo has nocturnal emissions (erotic dreams) about female reader. Dirty talk, solo female masturbation ie fingering, praises, explicit language. Non-established relationship. Brief mentions of nightmares. Italics = dream sequence.
NSFW under the cut.
In Echo's dreams, turmoil, emotions, and terrible memories are often intertwined. Usually, he would slip into this realm after drifting off, finding himself trapped by its complexities. However, tonight's dream was unlike any other.
A sultry voice beckoned him, full of allure and desire, yet the source remained obscured. Every attempt to turn his head met resistance, and efforts to move yielded no progress.
"Echo, my beloved, come here," the voice implored, words reverberating throughout the space. His surroundings were uncertain, confined to a room with an expansive bed, devoid of occupants but adorned with satin red duvets and pillows.
"Where are you?" Echo's own voice rang out, his futile attempts at movement persisting. “W-Who are you?
"I’m right here, silly. Always by your side," the feminine voice replied, its speaker shrouded in mystery.
Then, a sensation gathered around his lower abdomen, his heart racing as an object, much like a hand, pressed against his awakening desire. The revelation of his nakedness surprised him, his gaze trailing downward to witness a singular hand extending over his shoulder and down his chest.
Echo's head tilted back instinctively, a soft moan parting his lips as they took control.
“You like this don’t you? You like it when I stroke your beautiful cock?” The voice purred, grip getting tighter around his cock, movements faster and more precise. He tried to respond but found that his throat was avoidant of words.
He felt his high begin to rise, his breathing ragged and strained as stars now clouds his vision.
“Wake up for me.”
“W-what?” He strained, eyes tightly shut as his hips jolted.
“I said cum for me, sweetheart.”
As he neared the brink of climax, his eyes snapped open, revealing the bunk above him.
Echo had often awakened from his dreams drenched in cold sweats, his mind racing as he transitioned from slumber to reality. But this time, his awakening was accompanied by a heat that engulfed his skin, leaving him feverish and unsettled. Sitting up, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking down, flushed as he notices a damp mark of arousal on his pants. This was a first.
Swiftly, he glanced around, relieved to find himself alone. Gathering his now messy bedding, he deposited it into the Marauders washbin before retreating into the refresher to tidy himself up for the day ahead.
He thought about the voice, replaying the strange yet intensely erotic scenarios in his mind. While he had found pleasure in the dream, it felt perplexing. It isn’t often he came across many women aside from well, you, especially since you were apart of the squad now. Yet, he couldn't fathom that the dream could at all be related to you.
As he leaves the refresher after cleaning his body and mind of filth, he calms his breath to act as casual as he can when he spots you.
Your friendship with Echo was lovely. Whenever he was feeling pessimistic, you offered alternative perspectives that always managed to quell his anxieties. You even had helped him a few times in upgrading and repairing his cybernetics. Truthfully he found your assistance was invaluable, though he had initially felt bashful about accepting it. But you were stubborn and with firm reassurances, you were able to ease him out of his reluctances.
"Morning Echo," your voice beamed once you noticed him approaching. You were by the ship's main engine, where you appeared to be engrossed in some technical tasks.
"Hey," he replied with a smile, trying to remain relaxed which was fairly easy to do with you. "What's going on?"
"Tech asked me to monitor the engine while he inspects the fuel lines in the cockpit... although I'm not entirely sure I know what I'm doing most of the time," you admitted with a faint frown, rubbing your head in puzzlement.
Leaning against the ship's surface, Echo raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't anyone wake me? This is usually my territory."
He could have sworn he detected a subtle blush gracing your cheeks, but you answered with composure. "Well, I did try to wake you."
Echo's eyes widened momentarily, then he composed himself as you turned to face him. He desperately hoped you hadn't glimpsed anything inappropriate. "Oh."
"Yeah, I thought you were having another one of your nightmares, so I tried to wake you. You opened your eyes briefly and then drifted back to sleep," you recounted casually, devoid of any embarrassment in your expression or tone.
Though Echo had no recollection of waking up, he entertained the possibility that the voice urging him to awaken might have been yours. "Ah, my apologies."
"No need," you replied with a light laugh, your holopad clutched by your side as you took crucial notes as instructed by Tech. "You need your rest." A smile graced your lips, one that he reciprocated.
“Would you like me to take over?” He stands besides you and you thought for a moment; you had been out here for a while and you were certain Tech was starting to get sick of you.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.” He nods, picking up a screwdriver and comms to Tech that he’ll take over.
“Thanks sweetheart.” You pat his shoulder, something you did often before you left him but the nickname made him freeze. Did you just?... call him sweetheart?... like the woman did in his dream?...
He shook his head at the absurd thought. You were his friend, only his friend. How could he ever think of you like that? His skin almost crawled but not with disgust about the possibility of his dream being about you but because he now was curious to see if he’d have the same dream again.
Perhaps a face would come into his mind and he somewhat hoped that it wasn’t yours.
Once again, he found himself immersed in that enigmatic room during his sleep. The double bed, usually unoccupied, now bore rumpled sheets that hinted at recent occupancy. This time, he sat perched on the edge of the bed, granting him a wider view of the room. The darkness enveloping the room was contrasted by a faint glow seeping through a closed door directly ahead.
"You came back," the voice reached out to him, yet once more, he encountered no visible source.
"I did... Where are you?" he speaks aloud, his intrigue mingling with some unease.
The voice's laughter rippled, resonating with sultriness that triggered his racing heart. "Eager to see me, sweetheart?"
He lacked control over his responses or actions, but aware that even in a wakeful state, he would have nodded, just as he did now. "Yes."
The door to the room creaked open, ushering a subtle mist that seemed to trail behind a solitary figure. Framed by the luminous backdrop of the open door, her contours remained in shadow.
Straining his eyes against the light, his vision adjusted as the blinding white gave way to a mesmerising deep red.
His breath vanished, saliva pooling in his mouth as the woman reclined on the doorframe, her posture exuding allure and confidence. "Do you like what you see, Echo?"
His gaze trailed down, taking in her attire—no more than a black bra and panties, with thigh-high stockings that heightened the allure.
Desire urged him to rise, to traverse the distance and reveal her identity, but squinting, he realised there was an obstruction covering her face. To his astonishment, it was his own helmet.
Never had he anticipated that his helmet resting on a provocatively clad woman could spark such an aroused reaction. The sight of her seductive poses against the backdrop of red accompanied by his helmet left him in a state of torturous fascination that was felt against his pants.
He never responded to her inquiry, fixated on her movements as she sauntered toward him, every step accompanied by a slow swaying of hips.
Yet, a curious restraint pinned him to the bed, making him captive as she neared, her proximity so intimate that her breasts almost brushed against his face.
He blinks, now staring up at his oh-so familiar visor that usually he would be wearing. “Loth-cat got your tongue, big boy?” She snickers teasingly, hands reaching out and placing onto either shoulder, soft touches as they begin moulding into his bare shoulders. Only now did he realise he was naked again.
He’s pushed back, the figure crawling on top of him enticingly and he lets it happen.
She was staring down at him, a somewhat very evident smirk on her lips behind the helm as she spoke up again. “Want to see more of me?”
With her straddling him, Echo’s mouth gapes open as one of her hands comes between her legs, beginning to rub at her pussy over her panties.
“Fuck.” Echo swears, watching in pure astonishment as the woman begins moaning softly, panties tugged to the side to reveal her glistening cunt. He watches as her soft fingers disappear inside her, fingering herself on top of him.
Blushing wildly, he is certain his heart stops. Even more so as she begins to raise one hand towards neck head, hooking underneath the helmet and begins to slowly lift it up.
Echo watched in lustful anticipation, the figure then pauses as another lone voice calls out but this time, it came from a male and he knew who it was instantly.
“Echo. Wake up, buddy.”
“No… I need to know.”
“Wake up!”
A sharp impact against his shoulder startled Echo awake, his body coated in sweat as he found himself confronted by a pair of large eyes peering down at him.
Abruptly sitting up, he clutched the blanket tightly to his chest as his brother stepped back. "What's going on, Wrecker?" Echo grumbled, his irritation mingling with relief as he conducted a quick mental assessment, grateful that he hadn't experienced the same intense release as the night before.
Wrecker began explaining that you needed help with the ship and that you were doing some welding outside.
With a weary sigh, Echo collapsed back onto his pillow for a moment, rubbing his eyes before nodding. "Alright," he mumbled, preparing to start the day.
After grabbing a cup of caf, he left the ship, his eyes scanning the area for you. Initially, you weren't in sight, and he frowned, taking a sip of his caf as thoughts of his recurrent dream resurfaced. Could he be in for a third night of the same experience? He found the enigmatic figure from his dreams irresistibly alluring. Almost annoyingly since they weren’t exactly real and the image of them wearing only his helmet alongside naughty underwear was perhaps the most seductive thing he'd ever encountered. Sadly he felt begrudgingly towards it all the same as it was simply just a dream.
Then, as if summoned by his contemplations, you appeared around a corner. If his heart had momentarily paused in his dreams, it seemed to flatline in reality. Dressed in a grease and sweat-streaked white tank top and black work pants that was somewhat attractive to see, your attire wasn't entirely what captured his attention. Perched upon your head, was his helmet.
"Hey, Echo. Hope you don't mind," you greeted with a light chuckle, your observant gaze noting his dumbfounded expression. Lifting the helmet with one hand, you set it on your head just as Wrecker often did. "Didn't want sparks flying into my eyes, and your helmet was the only one available."
The cup of steaming caf slipped from Echo's hand, its contents splashing onto the ground. You took a step back, casting an inquisitive glance his way. "Everything okay, sweetheart?"
The endearing term, combined with the sight of his helmet atop your head, created a disorienting clash of emotions within Echo. As his gaze roved over your figure, the snug-fitting tank top outlining your form, his suspicions gained strength.
It had to be you. It couldn't have been anyone else.
"Um, sorry," he stammered, his voice unsteady as he knelt to retrieve the cup, clutching it against his chest. "I just remembered that Crosshair... uh... needs my assistance."
What a dreadful liar he was. Truly, none of the clones excelled at it.
"Right," you responded slowly, still regarding him with a mixture of perplexity and concern. His pale complexion shimmered with sweat, an impulse tugging at you to offer comfort, though you refrained. "Well, I better get back to my work."
Swiftly, you returned his helmet to your head and gestured to it. "Or do you need this?"
Him or the helmet? The internal struggle echoed within him.
"Ah, no, you can borrow it. See you," he mumbled, lowering his head as he briskly retreated. Left in a state of bewilderment, you watched him go, unsure of what had transpired. Meanwhile, Echo retreated to contemplate how he could navigate these dreams before they become uncontrollable.
Hi! Huge fan of your work on Ao3, recently came to Tumblr to make sure I'm keeping up with your writing! Would love to request Prompt #28 or #73 with our Sweet Boy Wrecker taking care of a very bratty medic while she's sick. 🥰
Echo is such a sweet boy and I love him with all my heart. Also I ended up using both prompts because I thought they were both so good. Hope you enjoy my dear!
Feverish
Ao3 link above
Pairing: Echo x Reader
Rating: Explicit (back minors back!)
Warnings: PiV sex, sharing a bed, light teasing, use of the word sir, inappropriate use of a scomp link
Word Count: 2.5k (remember when these were supposed to be drabbles?)
Note: I personally hc Echo with a dick but he has all his canon prosthetics otherwise
You sniffled as you drug your tired body up to the main hull of the ship, trying desperately to brew a cup of caf. Your whole body felt sluggish and weak, and your endless coughing had kept you up most of the night. As you looked up to the cockpit, you saw five pairs of eyes watching you with concern.
“You look like shit,” Crosshair said, and you mustered up enough energy to flip him an obscene gesture. Tech winced as you launched into another coughing fit, and Wrecker had to spring from his seat to catch the mug you dropped while trying to grab it from the cabinet.
“M’fine,” you grumbled but couldn't find the strength to fend off Tech as he approached you with a thermometer he stole from your medkit. “Hey, is that mine?”
“Open,” he said, trying to prod the thermometer under your tongue.
“Bet you all wish you got to say that to me more often, huh?” you tried to joke, but Tech took advantage of your words and stuck the thermometer in your mouth. You pouted around the device.
“Jesus,” Echo breathed as he peeked over his brother’s shoulder at the display on the device. Tech read the numbers before taking a hefty step back. “You’re burning up,”
“I said I’m fine. Just a little cough. I’ve dealt with worse,” you protested, but you slumped gratefully into Echo’s arms when he came to stand beside you.
“Why don’t we get you back to bed, huh?” Hunter said, and Echo nodded in agreement. You opened your mouth to complain, but you were slung easily over Echo’s shoulder before you could get any words out. You tried to swing your fists against his back, but it seemed like far too much effort for you to move, so you resigned yourself to your fate.
When you were back in your room, Echo lowered you gently onto the bed and grabbed some spare blankets from a storage cubby. You were shivering now, your fever finally getting to you.
“Echo, I’m cold,” you said quietly.
“I know, I’m getting you some blankets, sweetheart,” he froze when the pet name escaped him, but you seemed too tired to notice. He wrapped the blankets around you tightly and you snuggled into the warmth they provided. “Are you going to be alright?”
“I am alright! You don’t have to baby me,” your words were already slightly fuzzy from sleep, and you fell into a gentle rest almost as soon as the words left your lips. Echo waited at the side of your bed until he was sure you had completely drifted off. He watched you for a moment as you slept, enjoying the way the tension seemed to melt from your face. Tech knocked gently on your door, and Echo gave you one last look before slipping out of the room.
“I got her some medicine for when she wakes up,” Tech said, pressing a small canister of pills into Echo’s hand. “Make sure she drinks lots of fluids as well. I believe she should be better by morning,”
“Thanks,” Echo replied, and Tech nodded before leaving for the cockpit once more. With one last glance to your door, Echo retreated to his own bunk; he didn’t sleep very much the previous night, and they were still set to be in hyperspace for another uneventful day. He set the canister of pills in the small cubby by his bed before flopping into his own bunk and trying to get some sleep.
The first thing he noticed was the sound of rustling, and Echo figured that it was just one of the other boys trying to get some sleep as well. That was until he felt the presence of another person beside him. He shot up straight and looked over to see you, a pile of blankets in hand, trying to sneak your way into the bunk.
“What are you doing?” he asked, still not fully comprehending what he was seeing.
“M’still cold. Move over,” you explained unhelpfully.
“Do you know this isn’t your bunk?” Echo said, and you nodded, tossing your pile of blankets onto his lap.
“You’re warm. I don’t care that it’s your bunk, scoot over,” you said, and Echo incredulously shifted closer to the wall. As you snuggled into the bed beside him, he reached for the container Tech had given him earlier.
“Here, take these before you go back to sleep,” he said, and you grumbled, but took the pills nonetheless. Echo couldn’t help focus on the way your throat bobbed as you took the pills but quickly shook the thoughts away.
“Go back to sleep,” you said as if you weren’t the one who woke him up in the first place. You grabbed his left arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, and Echo could feel the way you were still shivering from your fever. As best he could with his scomp link, he rearranged the blankets to provide you with more warmth, before letting your steady breathing lull him back to sleep.
Echo awoke several hours later to you stirring beside him. You had stopped shivering, and when he freed his hand enough to press it to your forehead, it had returned to a normal temperature. In your sleep, you had curled even further into his side, your chest now pressed firmly against his own bare torso. Through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt, he could feel the swell of your breasts shift with every steady breath. His cock twitched in his blacks, and Echo firmly ignored the thoughts that invaded his head.
“Echo?” your voice was soft and thick with sleep as you called out, hand flailing to search for him. He caught your hand and squeezed it gently, letting you slowly pull yourself awake.
“I’m here. Are you feeling better?” he asked. He could see you nod in the dim light of the room, and he remembered what Tech had mentioned earlier. Ignoring your whine of protest, he fully pulled his arm out from under you and fumbled around by the bed for a bottle of water. He handed the metal container to you expectantly. “Drink.”
“I’m not thirsty,” you replied petulantly.
“Water will help you feel better,” Echo said. “Now, drink,”
“Yes, sir,” you grumbled sarcastically, snatching the bottle from him and tipping the contents back into your throat. Echo froze in place, gaping at you. If having you pressed so close to him hadn’t already stirred up inappropriate thoughts, hearing you refer to him with an honorific sure did.
“Osik, sweetheart. Call me sir again,” he breathed out, and you choked on your water. He blinked in panic; did he say that out loud? The two of you sat in awkward silence for a minute, trying to process what had just happened. Finally, you broke the tension.
“You’re gonna have to earn that title, sir,” you said in a teasing lilt. Echo knew you must be feeling better since you would never have teased him like that if you were still sick. Now, you were smiling at him, eyes deceptively innocent, and holy shit did you just call him Sir again?
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart,” he said, rolling on top of you and bracing himself on his metal arm, legs bracketing your own.
“I know what I’d like you to be getting into,” you challenged, and Echo snapped. He crashed his lips onto your own, swallowing your whimper. Eagerly, you let his tongue explore your mouth as his hand ran down your side. He tugged at the hem of your shirt and you threw it off, exposing your chest. Echo ran his thumb over your nipple; he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your tits, his hand eagerly gripping at the soft flesh. You moaned softly, and he connected your lips to muffle you again.
“Quiet, sweetheart. You’re gonna wake the whole ship,” he chastised, and you rolled your eyes. Echo pinched your nipple in retaliation to your brattiness, making you squeal.
“You’re mean,” you whined as Echo slid his hand further down, gripping a handful of the soft meat of your thigh.
“If I recall correctly, I let you sleep in my bed while you were sick because you said you were cold,” Echo said, though he wasn’t upset about the turn of events in the slightest. With how long he had been pining after you, he was furiously thanking whatever had made you sick in the first place. You started to argue back, but his fingers finally traced your slit, and whatever comment you were going to make got lost in a moan.
“Want you inside of me,” you said as you pulled him back down for another kiss. Echo smiled against your lips.
“What exactly do you want inside of you? My fingers?” he slid two thick digits into you easily, and he groaned at how wet you were already.
“That’s not what I meant,” you protested, but with the way he was curling his fingers so expertly, you almost didn’t want him to stop. “Fuck, Echo!”
“You’re going to have to ask for what you want, sweetheart,” he teased, thrusting his fingers in and out of you lazily. You whined as he leaned down to begin nipping at the skin of your neck, soothing his bites with his tongue.
“Want your cock, please sir!” you squealed as Echo brought his thumb up to massage your clit. Your hips jerked underneath him, and he groaned as he was granted some friction against his now fully hard cock.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he said, withdrawing your fingers just as you were beginning to clench around him, mere moments away from your orgasm. You muttered a swear, but Echo was far too busy cleaning his fingers with his tongue to care. Once he had sufficiently tasted you, he quickly pulled down his pants letting his cock spring up against his bare chest. He couldn’t help the swell of pride when he saw your mouth drop open slightly.
“Holy shit, are all clones that hung?” you said, reaching out to grip his cock gently. Echo’s laugh turned into a low moan as you swiped your thumb over the head, gathering the bead of precome at the tip.
“I mean, I would assume,” he said, hips stuttering towards you as you stroked him. You smirked at his gasp when you trailed your hands down to cup his balls. “Fuck, wanna be inside you, sweetheart,”
“Well, hurry up then!” you said impatiently, before tacking on a snarky “sir,”
Echo groaned low in your ear as he pushed into you, his prosthetic holding his weight as he brought his left hand up to pull your face in for a kiss. Your needy whine was swallowed by his mouth, and he let you adjust to him for a moment before pulling out and slamming back in.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, and you dug your nails into his back as he set a steady pace. His eyes kept darting around, flicking between your face and your tits and then down to where the two of you were joined.
“Echo, holy shit,” you muttered. You could only force out semi-coherent sentences, but Echo seemed to get the message as he sped his hips up.
“Shit, mesh’la. So fucking pretty. Wanna make you fall apart under me over and over and over,” he rambled, thrusts getting slightly erratic. The orgasm you had been denied earlier was building back with full force, and you could feel yourself clench around Echo whenever he angled his hips just right to hit that spot inside of you.
“Please, Echo, wanna come,” you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him tighter against you. He pressed his lips to yours once more before pulling back and peppering teasing kisses down your jaw and neck.
“That’s not what you were calling me earlier, sweetheart,” he teased, and you shuddered at his tone. He gasped as he felt your walls flutter around him, but it was drowned out by your low moan.
“Please, sir. I’ve been so good, please let me come,” you begged, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes as you looked up at him. Echo smiled at your display and kissed you sweetly.
“Just one more thing, mesh’la. Been wanting to try this out,” he muttered, dropping his weight onto his left arm and guiding his scomp link between your legs. You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t question him too much. Not with the bruising pace he was keeping with his hips and the filth he was spewing in your ear.
He nestled his scomp link right against your clit and you yelped, the metal cold against your overheated body. Just as you were about to ask what he was doing, strong vibrations started rumbling through the metal and onto your clit. Your words turned into a loud moan as you came hard, the feeling of Echo fucking you and the surprise vibrations sending you hurtling over the edge. The way your walls clenched triggered Echo’s orgasm, and you felt him twitch inside you as he filled you up. When you started shaking for overstimulation, Echo finally turned off the vibrations.
“How the hell did you do that?” you panted as he pulled out of you, grabbing a cloth to clean the release dripping from between your legs.
“I’m honestly not sure. I’m still getting used to how this thing works,” he said a little sheepishly, discarding the cloth and pulling the blankets around the two of you once more. He spotted the half-empty bottle of water and nudged it towards you once more. “Drink,”
This time, you didn’t protest, all brattiness replaced by bone-deep exhaustion from your orgasm. You finished the bottle of water before curling into Echo’s side. He tried to adjust so that his metal arm wasn’t hurting you, but you waved him off.
“Doesn’t bother me. Just want to be here with you,” you beamed at him, eyes drooping slightly. Echo kissed your nose and you giggled at the display of affection.
“Rest, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning,” he said.
“I already feel better after doing that,” you teased, but when Echo started to reply, he noticed that your breathing had evened out and you had drifted back to sleep. He watched you lovingly until he felt his own eyes grow heavy, and he let your steady breathing lull him into an easy rest.
You woke up to the sound of Hunter shouting in the cockpit. The bed was cold beside you, and you felt around for your companion until Hunter’s words alerted you to his location.
“What do you mean you don’t know how you got sick? I think the whole damn system heard the two of you last night!”
hi! i noticed you haven’t done any smut fics for echo,
so may i request one with him and a f!reader where there’s fluff and mutual masterbation, the rest is up to you!
mutual
Echo x fem!Reader; request says it all hehe | w/c: 2021
Warnings: mutual masturbation <3 scomp link vibrations ;) fingering, handjob, very explicit, shameless writing. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
A/N: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE,,,, lo and behold, my first attempt at smut for the man that deserves the entire world <3 oh and i don’t really know what canon is so echo still has his dick here i guess
You whine against Echo as he captures your lips again, pinning your body down under his weight and preventing you from taking your private time any further.
'Echo,' you keen against him, hands clawing at his shoulders to grab his attention, 'I need you.'
He releases your lips to take in your expression: eyes blown wide with parted lips that softly inhale and exhale just like every other time he pulls away from your mouth.
His eyes search for any reluctance or anxiety in yours, simultaneously trying to gather his thoughts—except, those doubts and pervasive fears are what you end up reading from him. When he doesn't respond, your face falls in embarrassment.
'Fuck - Echo, I'm sorry. We don't have to if you—'
Echo shakes his head in a reassuring smile, the turn of his lips doing a somewhat decent job at hiding the gleam of sadness in his eyes. He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek to tell you its not your fault.
'I want to,' he admits, pressing his forehead to yours, 'believe me, I do. It's just - it's been so long.' His eyes are screwed shut, as if embarrassed to admit his lack of experience in recent years. He hadn't gone that far since before the Citadel.
You know it's not his fault and you know better than to press further in the moment. He didn't ask to have his autonomy and his mind violated the way the Separatists had sanctioned; a crude 'rescue' that would only haunt him every time he shut his eyes. Sometimes, you're not sure that he knows that.
'S'Okay,' you whisper in earnest, gingerly rubbing circles on his back, 'like I said, we don't have to.'
He babbles a string of apologies into your skin, none entirely necessary because you understand. '—I want you to feel good though. I just...I don't know where to start. Don't know if my body works as well as it used to.'
And you absolutely want to melt. Your heart aches for this man. He's so beautiful, and sincere, and so compassionate that you can't help but think, I'm gonna marry him someday. It's you that wants him to feel good. Neither of you wants to rush things as you find your footing as a couple, but you're both willing to take steps forward together. Even if they are slow. You trust him, and he trusts you.
It's reciprocated; the trust, the care, the love. It's mutual.
You have an idea.
'Okay...' you watch out for his reaction warily, unsure about how he might take this. 'What if you watched while I...touched myself,' you whisper, as if a teenager discussing some sort of taboo, 'I can show you what I like.'
Echo stills against you, and those few seconds are the longest you've ever experienced as you hold your breath in anticipation.
'Yeah,' he breathes, 'I'd like that.'
He moves to sit on his hunches between your legs, but the shift of his body weight brings his attention to the erection growing in his blacks. He groans at the pressure brought by the bunching of fabric at his hips in the change in position.
'Can I—' he begins, but you're already cutting him off with an affirmative nod.
'Sir, yes sir,' you drawl in a sultry voice.
Echo—now eager and excited in light of your recent proposition—begins pulling your pants and underwear down your legs, his hand and scomp link dragging along the skin of your outer thighs on the way down. Your legs twitch with the feel of his fingers and cool metal, and the quirk of his lips tell you he's doing it on purpose.
Maker, your legs are wide open for him.
After freeing you from your bottoms, Echo shifts to remove his. 'I'm just gonna...' he mutters awkwardly, undoing the zipper of his pants and tugging them down just low enough for him to take out his cock. He holds it in one hand, looking at its length over your naked pussy. He wonders how you'd look with him inside you, and whether he'd be able to see how deep he reaches in the form of a protruding bulge in your stomach.
Yeah, he can't wait to fuck you.
He just needs to do proper research first. And research takes time, not that he's complaining.
Echo thumbs the tip of his cock, spreading a bead of precum as a show for you, teasing both you and himself. He looks back to you, his fingers slowly beginning to move up and down his member as he asks, 'You gonna show me how you like to be touched, mesh'la?'
Kark - he's so hot, you think to yourself, voice gravelly and deep and so incredibly arousing. You're already wet and all you've done is make out with him.
You hum, reaching an arm down to your clit. 'My pleasure,' you feign composure despite practically aching to be loved by him, and then you begin to rub slowly at your clit at a pace matching his.
Cock still in his hand, Echo leans down over you, connecting his mouth with yours as you continue your ministrations. You can feel his length ghost over your assaulting hand as he presses his body against you and pushes his tongue between your lips. He thrusts languidly into his fist, his hips positioned in a way that his length brushes your pubis and hand with each small thrust, moving as if he's fucking you.
But before you can begin to imagine how karking good it'll be when he's finally inside you, Echo pulls away, grinning with your desperate whine.
'I'm supposed to be watching you, remember?' he chuckles, and then inhales sharply when his eyes drop to where your fingers are. You're dripping, and the dry fingers at your clit tell him that you haven't even moved past those circular ministrations yet. Your pussy is begging to be fucked.
Unfortunate for you, Echo is a patient, patient man.
His hands continue their rhythmic movement up and down his cock, the pace still slow to prevent himself from finishing before you do. But fuck, he'll be damned if he manages to last that long.
Echo smiles down at you. You're panting as your fingers still focus on that sensitive bud. He manages to suppress a groan as he speaks, voice sounding with authority, the question being more of an order than a request, 'Can you fuck yourself with your fingers for me?'
You wordlessly nod, your hand abandoning your clit and dipping lower to the entrance of your cunt, the hole already lubricated enough for penetration, despite how small your fingers may be.
Echo watches as you push two fingers inside you, his jaw flexing with restraint as your eyes flutter shut with the intrusion of your digits. He cannot stop the groan that escapes with your small cry.
'Kriff - Echo,' you hiss, wincing as you finger yourself, undoubtedly imagining your fingers were his strong, thick ones instead.
'That feel good?' he urges, huffing loudly as he takes the opportunity to move his hand faster around him. Your moans incentivise his pleasure.
'Yeah, I - kark - I think you'd feel better though,' you moan in the throes of pleasure.
Oh, you wicked women.
Echo growls, watching as your fingers squelch in and out of you. Your legs have grown tense on either side of him, and his mind runs wild in trying to imagine what you would look like when you cum.
He doesn't have to though, not when you're approaching that edge right in front of him.
Your other hand, previously gripping the sheets, snake down to your abandoned clit, and then Echo gets an idea.
'No,' his scomp link comes into play, and you almost cry when he pushes your second hand away, assuming he's trying to prevent your orgasm.
You couldn't be more wrong.
You yelp when the brush of your fingers is replaced by his scomp link, so cold and just so much.
And then he turns it on.
'Oh - Fuck!' you yelp, legs spasming as his cybernetic begins vibrating, absolutely unrelenting against your bud.
Echo grits his teeth. His hips involuntarily meet the pumping of his fist around his cock as he chases his high alongside you. With the other arm, pushing you closer to the edge, Echo applies just a little more pressure against your clit, the low rumbling of its vibrations doing little to contest the loud noises of your fingers pumping in and out of you, giving way to your wanton moans.
'You like that?' he growls, rutting his hips closer towards you, and from where you're looking up at him, you can just imagine his cock nestled between your legs and threatening to split you apart.
'Mmm yes!' you mewl, 's'good Echo, fuuuuucckkkk.'
Your legs spasm with a loud cry as you achieve that euphoria. Your hand tires out, pulling out of yourself with a sticky mess at your fingertips, but Echo's scomp link, still stimulating you, prevents you from riding out your orgasm to a conclusion, drawing it out just a bit longer.
When you finally regain control over your body, you sit up shakily, bringing your upper body closer to Echo's. Your other hand, having contributed little to your release, manages to creep to Echo's length, brushing his fast-moving hand as you whisper to him, 'Let me.'
Echo lets out a strangled cry as his head drops into your shoulder, nodding to give you permission. Your hand replaces his, quickly resuming the harsh and fast pace he had set on himself.
But this, this is so much better. Your hands are softer and smoother and kark- does it feel like heaven. All he can think of is how good your hand works him up and down, and whether your pussy is as soft as the rest of you.
He has the best orgasm he's ever had right there.
Echo groans loudly into your skin as he cums. Your pelvis becomes painted and practically stained with his seed. His cock twitches with your slowing movements.
And when he pulls away, he catches the gleam of his release as it drips down between your folds, mixing with yours. His eyes remain fixed on your sex. You're absolutely spent.
You exhale against him, the soft and oh so comforting noise pulling him out of his reverie. Your words waver as you regain control over your vocal cords. 'Was that okay?'
Echo's eyes snap to yours, looking at you in shock as if he's short-circuiting and unable to process your question.
You smile shyly at him, continuing. 'It was good for me.'
Echo returns to you then, eyes comically growing wider as he considers the sincerity of your compliment. When he confirms in his head that he heard you right—with the way you look at him with all the adoration he holds for you and the prettiest smile he's ever seen—kissing you is the only way he wants to respond.
He brings your lips to his again, his hand thumbing your cheek in gentle strokes as he just holds you there, in the quiet and intimate space where it's just the two of you.
You smile stupidly when he releases your lips. 'A simple Yes would've been fine,' you blush.
He rolls his eyes at you, prompting you back onto your back before he's laying his body on top of yours, careful that his cybernetics don't awkwardly press against you. You don't mind though, even if he is a little heavy. But you kind of like it. That despite all that hardness to his exterior, both physical and metaphorical, that you're allowed to see him at his softest, and lucky enough to be at the receiving end of his love and care. Something that does not waver despite all that's happened to him.
'Better than okay,' he finally responds, words filled with all the conviction in the world. 'Thank you.'
You hum in content, wrapping your arms around him and tracing patterns over his back to lull him to sleep.
