clone characters when they have to answer their commlink in the middle of sex (my headcanons)
a/n: duty calls…
fem reader
warnings: sexual content
hunter can’t switch off his bedroom voice in time for responding to his comms. his voice is thick and dripping with sex even with just a hoarse “yeah?” that he answers under his breath, his eyes flicking down at you as he slows his thrusts but doesn’t fully stop. he inhales roughly and rubs your swollen clit, barely listening to whoever is on the other side of this conversation. you squirm and whimper from the stimulation, feeling his pulsing cock move in and out of you with a teasing, dragging motion where you can feel every last vein and inch.
tech sighs exasperatedly and reaches for his commlink, only stopped when you say, “you’re seriously going to answer that?” he looks down at you like you just asked an obvious question and holds the flashing device in front of your face. “perhaps you would prefer taking this, then?” he says as he rolls his hips forward, smugly watching your mouth drop open in a breathy moan. his lips are slightly curved when he leans down and kisses your jawline, whispering, “i’ll only be a moment” before answering with a colder, sharper tone. “yes?”
wrecker grunts at the sound of his commlink beeping and draws away one of his hands from your hip. he still holds you firmly with his free hand, bouncing you on his thick, heavy cock as it wedges itself deep against your guts, hitting you in all the right places. “sorry, baby, have to take this,” he mumbles before answering with a growl in his tone when he barks out, “what do you want?” you grab his shoulders and try to slow yourself, but he just starts thrusting his hips upward, and you drop your face into the crook of his neck with a gasp.
crosshair presses a long finger against your lips and narrows his eyes at you, silently shushing you. “i don’t have all day,” he hisses in a low and raspy tone. he feels you trying to roll your hips against him, greedily seeking more friction from this disruption. he slowly smirks at the opportunity to tease you, like it’s that easy. if he’s gonna be interrupted, he might as well make the most out of it. and he does, intentionally dragging the conversation on as your muffled pants get heavier and more pathetic against his touch, staring down at you smugly.
echo gasps and sinks into you abruptly, startled by the sound of his comms going off. you moan from the sharp pressure of his cock bottoming out inside of you, not giving you any time to adjust. “fuck, i’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing you softly. he reaches over your head to grab his commlink. you watch his face contort into a deep scowl when he answers, “this better be important,” visibly irritated with whoever had to interrupt you two. but his expression softens as you cup the side of his face, and he turns his head to steal a quick kiss to your palm.
wolffe is quick to grab your hips and turn your body over. he pushes your face into the pillow to muffle your breathy moan as he reenters you with a slow and deep thrust, his voice even deeper when he answers his beeping commlink. “make it quick,” he orders, somehow still able to keep his voice level and demanding, like he’s not currently fisting your hair to control the slick, heavy movement of your bodies. his fingers squeeze in warning at the intensifying sound of your soft cries, but you feel him fuck into you harder, like he’s testing how good and quiet you can be for him. you don’t even know when he finishes his conversation until he turns you back over and kisses you, murmuring, “good fucking girl…” against your lips.
fox lets out a frustrated groan of irritation and clamps a firm hand down on your mouth. “i’m busy,” he snaps into his commlink, his eyes piercing into yours as you stare up at him, your eyebrows scrunched in a desperate pout, just barely able to silence your noises. his hips snap against yours at a hungrier pace at the helpless look you give him, and he doesn’t break his gaze away from you even while saying, “i’ll be there in a fuckin’ minute.” then the line goes silent, and he slides his hand down to grip your jaw, mildly impressed. “hm, not bad…”
cody fucks you a little slower, just enough to catch his breath. “grab that for me baby, will you?” he groans, his big, beefy biceps braced around your head. you whimper as you reach around for his commlink and hold it to his face. he exhales his next order with a slight grunt, spreading your legs out wider. “need you to be quiet,” he murmurs, “can you do that for me?” you stare up at him and nod. he nods back slowly. “answer it for me—i’ll do the talkin’, just press it…” he commands gently before hardening his whole demeanor in the blink of an eye.
mayday flips your bodies so that you’re on top of him. the change in position makes you gasp, and he pushes up into you with a soft but stern look in his eyes. “keep ridin’ me baby, don’t stop,” he says to you quietly, leaning back to let you use him as he answers his comms, muttering, “i have a feeling you’re about to waste my time.” he keeps his eyes on you, watching how your tits bounce and your back arches while you roll your clit into the head of his cock, grinding down on him in a way that feels so good to you, ‘cause he always puts you first.
rex has been sick and tired of his brothers cockblocking him for laughs, and now someone is interrupting his much needed alone time with you. he doesn’t need to say much to express his despair as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly. “fuck, i should take that,” he mumbles. “mm, then take it,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, which makes him dig his cock into you deeper. “uh-huh, nice try,” he whispers in your ear, turning your bodies over so he can keep fucking you on your side and he can grab his commlink.
fives groans and drops his head to your chest mid-thrust. “tell ‘em i’m not here,” he mutters. you giggle softly. “you want me to answer it?” you reply. he glances up at you and pushes himself into you further, holding your flushed, heavy-lidded stare. your nails dig into his back at his movements. “you think you’re up for it?” he teases in a low voice, slowly resuming the hungry rhythm of his hips. you throw your head back and gasp, “oh, you’re such a—” and he chuckles deeply. “yeah, tell me in a second,” he says right before pressing to answer his comms.
kix is always on-call, it’s like you can never get a moment with him alone in peace. you’re honestly used to it at this point, but he feels bad every time it happens. he pauses inside of you with a heavy exhale and whispers, “sorry, baby, one second…fuck, you look so pretty just like that…” he can’t take his eyes away from you as you lay under his body, your body warm and naked, squirming when he brushes his fingers over your nipples. you arch your back as he plays with them while he answers his comms in a concerned tone. “is everything okay?”
jesse grunts in annoyance and mutters, “great fuckin’ timing” in your ear. he reaches to answer his commlink, slowing down his hips against yours, but he quickly clamps a hand over your waist to stop you from rolling your hips, knowing you’re trying to tease him in this compromising moment. he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back, his throat tightening from the way he swallows hard, his tone strained. “no, i’m listening,” he says into his commlink, looking down at you with a look in his eyes that tells you to expect payback—that’s a promise.
hardcase is so unserious sometimes. he’s breathing hard as he answers his comms, startling you when he turns the device over to you, pointing it right under your lips. “it’s for you,” he teases. your eyes widen at him, and you pinch his bicep hard, mouthing, “not funny!” but he thinks it is, chuckling under his breath before he takes control over the conversation again. you glare at him, only bringing out a wider, goofier grin from him as he continues to move his hips against yours, this time more lazily and slow. “uhh, yeah, i’m kinda busy right now…” he says.
gregor sighs against your lips, drawing your bottom lip out with a playful tug before he pulls away to answer his commlink. your legs are spread out wide, taking every inch of him, but your bodies seem to be frozen in time while he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. you nearly die watching him fumble for a response. “no—i’m not alone—” he sees you shaking your head furiously so he says, “i mean, yeah, i am…” and he grabs your face with his free hand, holding you still to stop you from distracting him, both of you trying not to laugh.
howzer presses his nose against the side of your face, inhaling deep and slow before he grabs his commlink roughly, like he’s pissed but doesn’t want to show it. he stares at you, his gaze serious. “not a sound, alright?” he tells you as he strokes your cheek, waiting for you to nod before he answers it. he pauses a bit, seeing if you’ll keep your word, and then he starts thrusting into you again, lifting your leg over his shoulder to hit you deeper. you press your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, proving to him that he doesn’t have to stop.
emerie kisses the inside of your thigh as she’s going down on you, murmuring, “is that mine? or yours?” you dig your fingers into her hair and moan, “oh, who caresss, fuck ‘em.” she sighs quietly and shakes her head, looking up to see that it’s her commlink. you whine in protest when she answers it, “emerie speaking,” but you fall silent when her dark gaze flicks toward you sternly, reminding you that she can take charge when she wants to. she slips her soft fingers inside of your pussy and gently strokes the inside of your walls, watching you fall apart.
the bad batch( and clones you want to add) and the soft/endearing habits that they have/do around you
Clones x gn reader: soft/endearing habits
Includes TBB, Rex, Wolffe, Cody, Fox
warnings: none
Hunter:
Always leans in a little bit when you speak even tho he doesn't have to, just wants you to be able to visibly tell he's listening and it becomes a subconscious thing
Keeps track of things you're running low on and replaces them without being asked
"Tests" things for you first like if you're walking somewhere unfamiliar he'll be the first one to step over unstable ground, or will like test the temperature of food/drinks before handing it to you and warn you if it's too hot (STOP BURNING YOUR TONGUE FOR ME I CAN SEE ITS STEAMING LIKE DAMN)
Tech:
Narrates what he's doing more when you're around or if he's talking to someone else he'll add little clarifications clearly meant for you even if he doesn't look at you
Repeats words/phrases you use more often over time and starts picking up YOUR habits without even realizing it
Whenever you're sitting side by side he angles his body so you can see what he's working on even if you haven't shown any interest
Wrecker:
Keeps track of what you don't finish eating, like if you leave the last bite of something or consistently avoid a certain ration component he'll remember and make sure you stop getting it, or if he notices something you especially like he'll make sure you get it more often
Instinctively shields your head in tight spaces, like when entering doorways or stepping into vehicles he puts a hand up to the doorframe to make sure you don't bump your head. does this even if you're short enough that this isn't an issue, it's almost completely subconscious on his part just cause he's used to bumping his head on things and doesn't want you to
Gives you the "best part" of whatever he has, like if he splits something in half to share with you he gives you the "better" half, or in bed makes sure you have the best pillow, stuff like that
Crosshair:
Whenever he hands you anything he opens/preps it first. like opens bottles before handing them to you, calibrates equipment to whatever your preference is, etc
Fidgets with your hand or sleeve a lot whenever you're sitting/standing close, or if you have long hair he'll idly kinda play with it
Has a specific little touch to communicate that he loves you instead of having to say it verbally, like the squeezing your hand 3 times thing
Echo:
Repeats things you say really quietly under his breath so that he remembers them, can be literally anything. like sometimes they're things that you're reminding him to do, sometimes compliments you give him that he wants to remember, sometimes just random things you say that he likes and wants to commit to memory
Hums really low under his breath when he's relaxed and doesn't even really realize he's doing it. you'll be cuddling and he'll just start humming really quietly and when you point it out he's like wha
Speaks to you more quietly/calmly than he speaks to anyone else, like will be speaking to other people in his usual gruff tone but then he has to say something to you and intentionally softens it just subtly
Rex:
Touches you in some way whenever he passes by you, even if it's quick/he's in a hurry or whatever he'll quickly brush his hand against your shoulder or lower back or give your arm a quick squeeze because it feels wrong to pass you without acknowledgment
Always gives you a little smile whenever you catch his eye, even if he's busy/in a conversation with someone else/not in a good mood the corner of his mouth quirks up without fail when he happens to make eye contact with you
Always makes sure you're settled before he relaxes, makes sure you're comfortable and don't need anything and THEN he can relax
Wolffe:
Always absently rubs your back when he hugs you
Adjusts your clothes and stuff randomly even if you don't really need him to, just grumbles and fixes your clothes as an excuse to touch you
Scrunches up his face when he's concentrating and it's really cute but if you say that he will literally be so fucking offended (and scrunches up his face even more)
Cody:
Does things like bringing a jacket for you places even when you insist you don't need one just in case
Hands you things PROPERLY every time, like tools or cups or whatever he'll hand you handle-first, and waits for a second to make sure you've got it before letting go
Squints his eyes whenever he reads anything even though his eyesight is perfectly fine
Fox:
Always positions things within your reach when you sit down, like moving a drink closer or turning something so it's easier to grab
Grumbles in his sleep whenever you shift away, doesn't fully wake up just starts grumbling and wont stop till you come close again
Whenever he's about to sneeze he tries to stop it and scrunches up his face really unintentionally comically. always fails and sneezes violently af
*Slaps the table* hear me out, any clones or haggle of clones realizing that the reader never heard their number even once just their adopted nickname/name until like one day their tilt their head at the pad and ask, "Who's this??"
TBB, Rex, Cody, Fox, and Wolffe X GN!Reader: reacting to you not knowing their prefixes
Warnings: None!
A/N: This was so cute! Thank you for the request!!!
Hunter
"What does this mean?" You ask, pointing at the odd code on Hunter's data pad as he finishes up a report. "That's my CT Code." he responds, unsure on where you were going with this as he sees your lips purse together in thought. "Like a password?" He raises a brow, turning to face you fully. "What?" You press you lips together and slowly shake your head. "So that's a no..?"
Tech
"What's with all the numbers?" You point at Tech's screen as you sit on the edge of his pilot seat. "That is my designation. CT-9902 is how the Kaminoans identified me before I adopted my current name," he answers casually, scrolling through the list and pointing out his brothers numbers, too. "Tech...that's not--that's not right." He shrugs, "In a moral sense, but it is too efficient in properly identifying the large mass of clones to abandon the system."
Wrecker
"Hey, Wrecker? What's this number carved into your bunk?" The hunk of a man stops lifting his weights, setting them down with a loud clank before coming up behind you and throwing his arm around your shoulder. "Eh, that's my number. Don't need it anymore since I got my name." You tilt your head back to look him in the eye. "Your number?" He laughs a little, "its like my old name, you know?" "...your old name was a number!?"
Crosshair
"CT-9904...what does that mean?" You glance over at Crosshair, having seen the number before logging into your system on his data pad. He straightens against the wall, eyes narrowing and toothpick snapping between his teeth. "Just ignore it," he snarls, and you frown at his sudden distaste. "Well not after that reaction, I won't." He rolls his eyes, pushing off the wall and snatching the data pad from your hands. "Do me a favor, doll, and just forget it."
Echo
"Tech mentioned something about a designation number, do you know anything about that?" You start out of nowhere, and Echo pauses his task to turn to you with a curious look. "We all have them. They're identifiers for us clones, well, at least for the Kaminoans." You sigh softly, kicking your feet against the crate you sat on, "Yeah, but what does it mean, mean?" Echo frowns, suddenly more interested in his task than in you for once. "Maybe its best you don't know."
Rex
"CT-7567," you say aloud, and Rex startles from packing his gear, head whipping around to stare at you in shock. "What did you just call me?" a hum of surprise slips past your lips and you shake your head quickly, "I wasn't calling you, I was reading the number on your weapons case." His shoulders fall in relief, and he tries to play it off quickly before you start questioning anything. "Oh, that makes sense..." But the crack in his voice is a dead giveaway, and you come up behind him like a dark shadow. "Rex...why did you think I was calling you?"
Cody
"Why do you always sign your reports with that number?" Cody's hand stills in your hair at that question, his data pad held high enough that you can see it as you lay next to him in bed. "Its just how they know it me, baby. Don't worry about it." He kisses your forehead, thinking that's the end of it, when you mumble quietly into his chest. "But why don't you just use your real name?" He just shrugs and says he doesn't know, heart warming at how your refer to his name as his real one.
Fox
"His name is Fox," you spit under your breath, glaring at the official that just left the Senate Rotunda. He swears at you, and Fox quickly grips your arm and drags you off into a quiet corner where no one can see the both of you. "I'm honored you're willing to defend me like that but I don't need you getting in trouble in the process," he hisses, voice sounding even more snake-like through his helmet. "Why do they call you that?" You ask, and he shakes his head, loosening his grip, his fingers softly brushing against your skin. "Because only my partner gets to call me Fox."
Wolffe
"You know...Sinker mentioned something about you having a CC number, whatever that means." Wolffe grunts in response, barely even looking your way as he lays on your couch, an arm over his forehead. "Are you going to say anything?" You shuffle over to his side, nudging his leg with your knee. "I wouldn't worry about it," is all he says, falling into a silence that leaves no room for more questions. But you're determined to find out...after he stops snoring.
CONTENT: How each Bad Batch member kiss you, and what kind of a kisser they are <3
RATING: SUGGESTIVE
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
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HUNTER
Hunter's kisses are grounding, and he'd be the type of kisser who fully immerses himself into it. Gets easily lost in the heat of your body, with your scent and your softness.
It's steady, careful, and lingers even after you parted for air. He'll definitely use a thumb to brush your bottom lip, and he tracks the motion with that heavy look in his eyes.
Forehead and corner-of-the-mouth kisses.
His kisses are the kind that leaves you wanting for more. It's addictive, the weight and scent of him always lures you in.
You CANNOT convince me otherwise that he'll pull away just to whisper something under his breath. "You taste so sweet, mesh'la" before capturing your lips again. It's always something different every time, he just wants you to know the effect you have on him.
It's sweet, yet meaningful. It's protective the way he does it, and he takes this chance to breathe you in. Just to memorize your scent, and to let it stay longer on his senses. He won't just carry your scent, he'll remember you on him wherever he goes.
The way his mouth moves against yours is honestly hypnotic. He memorizes the hitch of your breath, the little sounds you make, the way you lean in when he pulls back, and the sound of your heartbeat beating softly beneath your chest.
Sometimes, he releases his own sounds to get you all hot and bothered. He knows exactly what it does to you. Then, he licks your lower lip, pushes himself hard into you, tightens his grip on your waist and neck. Just to hear your heartbeat jump and stutter.
Most of the time, his kisses are light. Calm and unhurried. But then, it gradually deepens. Like he's trying to mold himself into you, and he wants to make a home on your lips—something he could always come back to.
He wouldn't admit it to you, but kissing you turns him on immediately. Because he's so focused on everything on you, and it's driving him crazy honestly. But he has self-control, and he will try to stop himself from being too much. Unless, you gave him permission otherwise.
After returning from a mission, or right after a successful battle, he kisses you out of relief. Then, passion. Until it turns hungry, and you're left gasping his name while he claims everything from you.
ECHO
Oh, THIS man. This man right here kisses you like the way he YEARNS. And when I tell you this, he is a YEARNER.
Always so tender, soft, and deliberate. He has faced death before, but with you? Oh, he's filled with so much life, he's scared it'll be taken away from him again.
Cheek kisses are his ultimate favorite, also scar kisses (my baby).
Before kissing you, he'll look at you with that soft warmth in his eyes, full of awe and disbelief, like he doesn't believe you're real—like you're his. And you are, but he's still afraid he's gonna wake up and think this is all just a dream.
But when he kisses you? It's full of aching adoration that makes you melt. It's the kind of kiss that reminds you of stars—breathtaking, beautiful, and memorable.
So, so unbelievably gentle. Like he's afraid you'll break if he presses harder, and if he breathes too much you'll vanish like smoke. Because he doesn't believe he deserves this, after everything he's been through, he knows all good things are fleeting.
But with you? Oh, he always kisses you like it's the last time he'll ever do so. Full of quiet desperation—the devotion of a soldier and the passion of a lover.
He'll gently cup your face—staring into your eyes—before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. It always makes you feel warm, giddy, and above all, loved.
He loves playing with your hair while kissing you, just letting his fingers glide through your strands/curls to feel its softness.
His kisses can feel shy at first, maybe even hesitant and afraid, but they grow stronger with time. As though he's taking his time to memorize you in case you'll be gone the next day.
The way he kisses can feel sacred. Like he's worshipping you in every shared breath, praising you in every languid stroke of his tongue, and an oath that weaves itself on your lips—a declaration and a promise of his undying love.
TECH
My stars, this man kisses you like you're his next puzzle. It's analytical, it's curious. And it's somehow endearing the way he is precise about it.
Thoughtful, timid, yet intentional. He doesn't do half-hearted performances, and he always makes sure to erase every thought in your head save for him.
Knuckle and temple kisses are his go to <333
Tech's kisses are based on his observations. He catalogs every reaction he evokes from you. What would you do when he glides his hand up your sides? What would you sound like when he shifts his mouth to your jaw? Would you squirm when he tries to place his knee between your—
It's experimental in an obsessive way. He wants to learn everything about you. Your body, your smell, your sounds, your touches. He wants to document it all while he's lost in the taste of your lips.
It NEVER fails to make you smile when he takes one of your hands to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles, followed by that soft adoring look behind his goggles.
Though, I also have a feeling he doesn't have much experience with this. But that won't be a problem, he can learn from you. He will learn from you.
And oh, his goggles bump every time he chases after your lips or if he gets so into it. You end up laughing, pushing the cursed thing up his head, before pulling him back to another messy kiss.
Following the last one. Imagine the kiss quickly turns heated, and he's pushing himself deeper into you with a kind of eagerness that leaves your mind reeling. But then– he removes his goggles mid-kiss, throwing it over his shoulder, before diving right back in with a newfound vigor.
DEFINITELY very vocal. Oh, you will HEAR him every time you kiss. If you like your men loud and vocal, he's all yours.
He also loves it when he hears you too.
CROSSHAIR
Oh, this man. This man is a sniper for a reason, and once he has you on his sights—you are not getting away easily.
Sharp, intense, and accurate. The same way he handles his rifle. The same way he lines up his next shot and fires. It always leaves you breathless, dizzy, and caught in the crossfire of his heat.
Neck kisses are his absolute favorite, also behind the ear!
He likes to kiss you slowly, almost on purpose, then pulls away when he notices you wanting more. And the bastard has the audacity to smirk down at you. Before you could even walk off with an annoyed scowl, he's grabbing your arm and tugging you back with another kiss that burns you whole.
He has this habit of tilting his head every time the kiss deepens, like he's peering through the scope of his rifle. Targeting every weak point you have, until you're subjected to surrender to his mercy.
And gods, he bites. Your bottom lip, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Everywhere his lips descend to, everywhere his tongue marks. He bites it afterwards like he's staking a claim.
To be more specific, he finds the line of your throat so irresistibly tempting, and I'm dying on this hill. Also, collarbones. He likes to kiss and nip on the skin there whenever he has the chance to—a very possessive way of telling others you're taken.
He also has this habit of using the tip of his toothpick to poke you, before laying a kiss on the area. You should be used to it by now, but the sudden sharp prick out of nowhere always surprises you. At least the kiss that follows afterwards makes you less annoyed.
The way Crosshair kisses is very unpredictable. He could be impassive and fleeting one moment, and the next he's stealing all the air from your lungs by pressing you up against the wall and—
Also, he has this staring habit, more like glaring habit, when his gaze pierces right through you. But in reality, he's fixated on your lips. Your neck. Your nape. Your shoulders. And imagines his mouth right there.
Did I forget to mention, this man is a HUGE tease? He smirks in between kisses, pulls away just to see you glare at him, and comes right back to silence the curse perched on your tongue.
WRECKER
Oh, this man is the ULTIMATE kisser. Absolute BIG fan of kissing. HUGE fan actually, can never get enough of it. Addicted is an understatement, he's OBSESSED with kissing you. Gosh, it makes him all fluttery, giddy, and lovesick.
Full, deep, and overwhelming. But all in a good way! He's just so happy and excited whenever he kisses you. His kisses are the kind that leaves you smiling from ear to ear, they make your heart pump louder and cheeks warm from the energy of it all.
LIP KISSES! But also, nose kisses <3
LOVES to pepper your face with smooches until you're laughing and your sides hurt from it. Again, with the cuteness aggression. He just can't help himself, okay? You're just too irresistible to him!
He WILL pout when you move your head away or push his off. Watch a 6'6" man, a literal war SOLDIER, march right off wearing the saddest expression you'd ever see. The only remedy? Kiss him, of course! And he'll immediately revert to his lovesick self, chasing after your lips for more.
He kisses you like a victory, like he's coming home from battle and you're his treasured prize. Swoops you off of the ground, attacks you with a bear hug, nuzzles his face against yours. Before kissing right then and there. Please, that's all he takes to make him happy.
100% obsessed with your lips. Their shape. Their color. The feeling of them on his. Every time you talk about something, he's stuck with that dreamy look and a stupid grin on his face.
And his hands, stars, his hands are always on your hips. He just likes the way he could grab something soft and plush and squeezes.
Also LOVES surprise kisses. The kind that makes you stop and stare at him, wide-eyed, and he's just giggling to himself at the dumbfounded look on your face.
He grins into the kiss, because it fills him with a kind of adrenaline that makes his heart beat faster. He is so down for the cuddling + kissing combo.
Sometimes it's messy. Especially when he's too enthusiastic or when you haven't seen each other for a while. And he's pulling you onto his lap, large arms around your frame, as the kiss starts from innocent and fun—to something else filled with ragged growls, wandering hands, and one aggressive make out session.
Plot Summary: After Tech wins another riot race whilst on a side mission with you, not only does he win a substantial amount of credits, but he also wins a night with you.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Experienced female reader, virgin!Tech, share a bed trope, cuddling for warmth, cunnilingus, blowjob, p in v sex, multiple positions, praising, kissing, soft smut, nipple play, edging, creampie, spanking, aftercare and reassurance, friends to lovers, mutual pining. You get the gist. Not proofread so if you see mistakes 🤫 she/her
Authors note: thank you for the idea @totallyunidentified ❤️
“Hey Tech, look at this.”
You were halfway down the street from the client’s warehouse after dropping off a shipment with Tech when a glowing holo-poster caught your attention. Bright neon letters scrolled across the projection:
RIOT RACING – WINNER TAKES 5,000 CREDITS + A MYSTERY LUXURY PRIZE!
Tech, tucking the credits from your delivery securely into his pocket, stepped beside you.
“I would prefer to stick to my schedule. Hunter expects us back on Pabu by nightfall,” he said, as he flips his visor up on his helmet to read it.
You roll your eyes, audibly “Hunter this, Hunter that. I don’t think he’ll mind if we grab a little fun on the side. Especially if it means extra credits. Do you?”
Tech paused, eyes flicking back to the holoposter. “I suppose not… after all, I was successful on Serolonis.” He states with a sense of small pride.
Your grin widened, practically glowing. “Exactly. And this time, nobody’s life is hanging in the balance.”
Tech tilted his head slightly, conceding the point but only partially. “We would still need to inquire about the application process. I imagine there are restrictions—”
“Already covered,” you interrupted, holding up your datapad with a triumphant flourish. His brows knit in that adorably precise way.
“You signed me up before I agreed.”
“Mm-hm,” you said, rocking back on your heels with fake innocence. “But don’t worry. You’ll thank me when you’re standing on the winner’s podium.”
Tech’s frown deepened, though his lips twitched that were half scolding and half smirking. “You can not simply—”
“Oh, come on, Tech,” you teased, nudging his arm lightly. “If there’s anyone I can always win over, it’s you.”
He opened his mouth, ready to argue the semantics of ‘always’, but then faltered. His silence said it all. You weren’t entirely wrong.
With a faint sigh, one that sounded suspiciously like reluctant amusement, Tech adjusted his goggles. “Very well. But if I crash and perish due to your insistence, you will be the one explaining it to Hunter.”
“Deal,” you said, slipping your datapad into your bag and falling into step beside him. “But you won’t crash. I know you.”
Tech shot you a sidelong glance, “Confidence in one’s abilities is… acceptable. I will endeavor to meet your expectations.”
“Oh, you’ll do more than meet them,” you said, letting your tone dip just enough to hint at friendly mischief. “I’ve got faith in my pilot.”
He didn’t respond, just kept his eyes forward, jaw tight and a subtle shift in his posture.
When the two of you walked to where the race was being held, the pit area buzzed with noise. Engines were roaring and mechanics were shouting. The crowd in the stands thunder with cheers before the race even began.
You stood just off to the side as Tech ran one last diagnostic sweep on his borrowed speeder. As you glance around at everyone else's, pristine and modified, you can’t help but feel he’s been shafted with this old rust-bucket.
He had his helmet off as his fingers moved across the console and you saw the way his eyes glaze over his competitors.
Some of them carried themselves with the air of cockiness, already sharing smug nods and handshakes, as though the outcome was predetermined. And as you take your eyes off him to look at the crowd, there were even many banners made for the other racers. Tech was just a newcomer.
You caught Tech’s subtle frown at the sight, his grip on the edge of the cockpit tightening for just a beat too long.
“Hey.” You stepped closer, your voice pitched just for him. “Don’t overthink it. If you don’t win, it’s fine. This is just a bit of fun. And the credits are only a bonus.”
Tech didn’t look up right away, eyes still fixed on the racers, but his tone carried a quiet protest. “You have not even seen me race before. You are placing faith in an unknown variable.”
That earned a soft laugh from you, “Maybe. But I did hear about your last one. Omega would not shut up about you after you basically saved Cid. Said you were faster than anyone out there. I’m excited to see it for myself, honestly”
That made him glance up sharply. His expression shifted as something uncertain flickered on his features before he quickly masked it. Still, he couldn’t stop the faint warmth creeping across his cheeks. Compliments were… not something he ever really knew how to handle.
Before he could reply, you reached out and brushed your hand against his arm. A small, grounding touch. “Just be careful. And have fun with it, Tech.”
The gentle pressure of your hand lingered against the fabric of his sleeve. His throat bobbed with an unspoken response, but the announcer’s booming voice cut through the moment:
“ALL RACERS TO POSITIONS. THE RACE WILL BEGIN SHORTLY!”
“Well that’s you!” You drop your hand and bend down to grab his helmet, slotting it over his head before he could even fathom what was happening. You also grabbed a comm that you were allowed to use to communicate with Tech during the race.
Your hands lingered on both sides of his helmet as you give him a reassuring nod. “Show them who’s boss.” You wink at him.
As you dash towards the stands, Tech mentally prepares himself as he slides into his speeder.
The crowd roared to life as the racers shot off the starting line, the massive holoscreens above the arena flickering to life with split views of each speeder. You found yourself pressed against the railing, heart hammering as Tech’s speeder swung around the first bend. A wave of boos went up when he cut cleanly in front of one of the local favourites.
You cupped your hands to your mouth and shouted over them, not caring about the dirty looks you get in return. “That’s it, Tech! Show ‘em how it’s done!”
The boos only grew louder when he overtook a second racer. Gasps rippled through the stands and you couldn’t tear your eyes from the screen.
On the second lap, a crimson-painted speeder sidled up on his left flank. With a deliberate swerve, the racer slammed into Tech’s vehicle, forcing him dangerously close to the jagged wall. Sparks shrieked from durasteel grinding against stone as the racer kept their weight leaned in, determined to destroy Tech.
Your heart lodged in your throat from the stands, but Tech’s voice came through calm and clipped over the comms: “Unrefined and predictable.”
Instead of fighting the push, Tech seemed to calculate the angle and watched the rival racer’s pattern. He eased his throttle and then, precisely at the apex of the next corner, Tech slammed his brakes.
The racer, not expecting the sudden drop in speed, lurched forward, their side panel scraping free of Tech’s hull and straight into the rear of another competitor ahead. A catastrophic collision of sparks, twisted metal and smoke exploded as the two speeders locked together.
Tech shot through the chaos untouched, his patched-up cannons rattling but still holding.
Then, on the final stretch, he pulled a maneouver that made your stomach drop. Engines screamed, one speeder spun out in a cloud of smoke, and Tech slipped neatly through the gap to cross the finish line first.
The arena erupted into chaos! Cheers, groans, stamping feet, but you barely heard any of it. A flutter took root in your chest as you realised just how impressed you were. He wasn’t just good –he was extraordinary.
By the time the announcer declared his victory, you were already pushing your way down the steps back to the track. You weren’t the only one though. A handful of kids darted past you and swarmed Tech before you could reach him.
“Did you see that move?!”
“You’re awesome!”
“Can I have your autograph?”
Tech froze as if they’d hit him with a stun blast, standing stiffly as they tugged at his gloves and legs. His mouth opened but shut again, completely unprepared for this kind of adoration. He took off his helmet and held it against his hip as he spots you, silently pleading for help.
You laughed under your breath, stepping forward to rescue him. “Careful, you’ll knock him over. One at a time.” You placed a steadying hand on Tech’s arm and looked up at him with a grin. “Congratulations. I knew you could do it.”
His gaze tilted down at you, and for a moment the chaos around you seemed muted. The edges of his mouth tugged into the smallest smiles, an expression he almost looked guilty for wearing.
The announcer’s booming voice broke in again. “AND OUR WINNER—THE MYSTERIOUS NEW RACER! COME CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!”
The children scattered as the official strode forward, carrying a heavy case. He handed it to Tech with a flourish, the latch springing open to reveal neatly stacked credits. Five thousand, just as promised.
“And of course,” the announcer added, theatrically gesturing toward the sidelines where a second attendant held up a sealed envelope, “the mystery luxury prize provided by our generous sponsors!”
The crowd whooped as Tech accepted it with a polite nod, still visibly uncomfortable under the weight of so many eyes, while you clapped and leaned closer with a conspiratorial grin.
“See? Totally worth it.”
The roar of the arena dulled into memory as you and Tech slipped through the exit. At his side, the case of winnings bumped gently with each step, but it was the slim white envelope in his other hand that seemed to hold his attention.
He unfolded it as he read aloud: “‘Congratulations. Your mystery luxury prize entitles you to one night’s stay in the Grand Juniper Inn, Penthouse Suite—complete with all amenities and private accommodations.’”
You blinked, a laugh bubbling up before you could stop it. “Wait—you’re telling me the mystery prize is an actual penthouse suite? That’s… that’s ridiculously good.”
Tech only hummed, as though the offer were mildly inconvenient instead of extravagant. “Unfortunately, it will go unused. We are expected to return to Pabu at first opportunity.”
You frowned, lips pursing, until a thought sparked. “You should still claim the prize, Tech. Pick someone to go with you.”
He didn’t even look up from his datapad, fingers gliding rapidly across the display as though your suggestion was just background noise. “Luxuries of that nature are not something I am particularly interested in… nor would I even know who to invite.”
You tilted your head, searching his profile. “What about Phee? You two are, uh… close, no?”
That stopped him in his tracks. His goggles lifted from the datapad and fixed squarely on you, eyes widening behind the lenses. “What makes you say that?”
The sudden edge in his tone made your stomach flip. “I just noticed you’re quite chatty with her, is all?”
Instead of brushing it off, Tech’s mouth pressed into a frown. He didn’t deny it either, which made your chest somewhat tighten uncomfortably for a moment.
“I do not think I will be doing that,” he said at last, turning to walk again. His pace was brisk, decisive.
You sighed and fell into step beside him only for him to suddenly stop. “Would you not want to have it?” he asked abruptly.
“Have what? The prize you won?” A laugh slipped out, half disbelieving.
He adjusted the case at his side, tucking the envelope under one arm. “You were the one who signed me up for the race. Statistically, that makes the victory and its subsequent reward partially your doing. Therefore…” He hesitated, throat working as though he were choosing every word with care. “We could attend together.”
The laugh you’d started to smother came rushing back, light and surprised. “Wait—you’d pick me? Over Phee?”
It was meant as a tease, but Tech stiffened, goggles tilting slightly away. “You have been in my company far longer than she has,” he said at last, voice quiet but deliberate. “That makes you the more valued friend, in my estimation.”
Your grin softened instantly, heart flipping at the blunt sincerity of his words. “Tech, I was teasing,” you admitted gently. “But it sounds fun, so why not? But what about heading back to Pabu?
“I’m sure I will be able to come up with an excuse to prolong our visit here.”
Veering away from the Marauder’s docking bay, you made your way to the Inn. Luckily it wasn’t located too far away from your current destination so getting there was easy enough.
Once you get inside you noticed that the lobby was vast and practically made of all marble and glass. Plush couches lined the waiting area, and a fountain burbled at the center. The receptionist sat behind a curved desk, a man dressed in sharp navy with a too-bright smile that faltered the second his gaze landed on you. His eyes lingered longer than they should have, but you ignored it, standing just behind Tech as he approached the counter.
“We are here to redeem this,” Tech spoke, sliding the envelope across the counter.
The receptionist’s attention flicked reluctantly from you to Tech. He opened the slip, glanced it over, and then back up. “Ah, yes, the Penthouse Suite. And… are the two of you together?” His gaze darted between you and Tech with obvious implication.
You tilted your head toward Tech, curious how he’d handle it.
“No,” he answered immediately, his tone flat with precision. “We are simply two friends.”
The receptionist blinked as though the words had short-circuited his brain. Unbelievably, he leaned forward, eyes still on Tech as if you had disappeared entirely. “Really? Is she single?”
Your mouth fell open, a hot flare of irritation rushing up your spine. “I can answer myself, you know?” you shot back, brows pinched in disbelief.
The man smiled, leaning his elbows on the desk in a way he clearly thought was charming. “Very well, little lady. Are you single?”
Your frown deepened. “No.”
That shut him up. He blinked, recoiling like you’d slapped him, and muttered something under his breath as he fumbled for the room fob. With stiff hands, he slid it across the desk to Tech, avoiding your eye now.
Beside you, Tech hadn’t moved, his goggles fixed squarely on you as though he was running your answer back in his head again and again. Surprise flickered behind his gaze, but he said nothing and took the fob.
“Thank you,” he said curtly to the receptionist, and with a sharp adjustment of his grip on the credits case, he turned on his heel toward the lift.
You fell into step beside him, pulse still thudding from the rude exchange. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Tech sneaking another glance your way and you can’t help but notice the confusion written all over him. But, he kept his questions locked behind his teeth.
The two of you stepped into the lift, the doors sliding shut with a soft hiss. You stand with your arms folded loosely, the adrenaline of the encounter at the desk still filling you with irritation. Beside you, Tech stood with his helmet tucked under his arm. He was silent—too silent—and out of the corner of your eye, you saw his mouth part slightly as if he were about to speak.
But then he stopped. Closed his lips again and adjusted his grip on the helmet.
You raised a brow faintly and tilted your head his way. “What?” you asked, voice breaking the stillness. “You were about to say something.”
His hand lifted automatically to fix his goggles, an almost nervous tell. “I was merely going to state that… I was not aware you were in a relationship.” His tone was careful but the words carried a strange weight.
A sharp laugh left you, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m not, Tech.”
That seemed to puzzle him even more. “Then why did you say so?”
You sighed, shifting your weight against the railing behind you. “Because it was easier. If I told that sleazy receptionist I was single, he’d just keep pushing. Saying I wasn’t available was the fastest way to shut him down.”
Tech tilted his head, processing that. “Ah.”
You glanced at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Honestly, if you hadn’t jumped in so quickly with the ‘just friends’ comment, I probably would’ve agreed to pretend we were together. Would’ve saved me the headache.”
That made him still like you’d just dropped a wrench into the gears of his mind. His fingers flexed on the edge of his helmet, shoulders drawing a touch straighter. His silence stretched long enough for the lift to chime.
You raised your brows. “What, too shocking a thought?”
He cleared his throat, adjusting his goggles again though they didn’t need it. “Not shocking,” he murmured at last, voice low. “Merely… unexpected.”
Your brows are now knitted togethe, curiosity sharpening. “What do you mean by that?”
Tech shifted his weight, the faintest flicker of discomfort breaking through.
“I simply mean,” he began, his words unusually halting, “that within our unit, scenarios involving… fabrication of relationships, particularly for the sake of infiltration or deception, generally fall to Hunter or Wrecker. They are perceived as more approachable. More desirable.” His tone tightened on that last word, clipped like he wanted to finish quickly and be done with it. “I have never participated in what Omega would call ‘fake dating.’ Nor have I ever been asked to. It is not a role I fit.”
You blinked at him, mouth parting, a dozen retorts sparking in your chest at once. But before you could choose one, before you could tell him how wrong he was, the lift chimed.
The doors slid open with a ding! and Tech immediately strode out without so much as a backward glance.
By the time your boots carried you after him, the words you’d wanted to say they were already trapped back in the lift.
The doors slid open again but this time to the penthouse suite. It was stunning.
Polished wooden floors that gleamed, a wall-length window, curtains so heavy they probably cost more than anything you even own. This was luxury. This was the nicest place you had ever set foot in without contest.
Tech, of course, just adjusted his goggles, scanning the room, “Hm. Pleasant.”
You stared at him. Pleasant.
Your awe evaporated however when your eyes landed on the centerpiece of the suite. The bed.
One bed.
A sprawling, pristine, feather-soft monstrosity, dressed in crisp white sheets and enough pillows to bury yourself in. Your breath hitched in horror rather than delight.
Slowly, you glanced toward Tech, waiting to see his reaction. But he wasn’t even looking. He was already crouched by the wall terminal, scanning the amenities menu. You looked back to the bed, then to the sofa across the room. It was plush yet nowhere near long enough for Tech. Maybe not even for you.
Your stomach flipped. He had won this after all. Logically, he should get the bed. But still…
“…It seems the holoscreen provides a decent selection of archived holo-films,” Tech was saying, tone verging on animated as he scrolled. “Documentaries, historical records, tactical reenactments—fascinating. We could—”
“Tech.”
He glanced over his shoulder, blinking at your tone. “Yes?”
“The bed.”
“The—?” He followed your gaze, goggles glinting as he adjusted them. “Oh. Yes. A single sleeping arrangement.” His voice was utterly calm, as though he was just announcing the weather. He turned back toward the terminal.
You opened your mouth, then shut it again. Was he not… bothered?
But then the thought finally caught up. His head turned back, a faint crease forming between his brows. “…Ah. I understand now why you might find this awkward.”
“You think?”
“Well, as we are not in a romantic relationship, the implication of sharing a bed could be misconstrued. Socially speaking, it would appear unconventional.”
“Unconventional?” you repeated.
“Yes. Though, in terms of practicality, I do not foresee an issue. The area of the mattress is sufficient for both of us to maintain personal space. It is, after all, just a bed.”
You pressed your lips together, fighting a laugh. Just a bed. Leave it to Tech to make the most mortifying situation sound like a logistical problem.
Heat crept up your neck the longer Tech stared at you. You cleared your throat and rubbed your temple, suddenly wishing you could rewind the last minute. “I… guess I made a bigger deal of it than it really is. We’ve been on a ship together for months now, cramped quarters and all. A bed’s not much different, right?”
“Precisely. It is no issue.” His voice softened just slightly, as though to reassure you, but then slipped seamlessly back into his earlier train of thought. “Now, as I was saying, there is quite a respectable archive of films available. If you are interested, we could watch something later.”
That tugged a smile from you before you could help it. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d just sat back and watched something for no reason. “Yeah,” you said, tone warm. “I’d like that.”
The two of you drifted into a comfortable silence, breaking off to explore opposite ends of the suite. You wandered toward the minibar, tugging open the cabinet doors and nearly groaning aloud. Rows of tiny gleaming bottles, neatly wrapped snacks, things you hadn’t seen in forever, all laid out like treasure.
“You want a drink?” you called over your shoulder.
Tech looked up from the console where he was still poking at the holoscreen settings. “I don’t see why not.”
You pulled out two glasses, filling them up before carrying them over. He met you halfway and as you offered him one of the glasses, your fingers brushed against his as he took it.
The contact was so brief but it sent a small current through your hand all the same. Tech didn’t react though, he was already tilting his head and inspecting the amber liquid in the glass. You tried to mirror his nonchalance, swallowing quickly and pretending nothing at all had happened.
“Here’s to… mystery luxury prizes,” you quipped, raising your glass.
Tech smiles and touched the rim of his glass to yours. “To mystery luxury prizes.”
Night had settled outside and the two of you had migrated to the couch, half-lounging with your drinks while the holoscreen flickered in front of you. You’d told Tech to put on anything—so he had, naturally choosing some old documentary about… well, you weren't too sure what it was about.
You hadn’t complained, though. Mostly because he’d stripped out of his armour earlier and was now in just his civs. It wasn’t often you saw him without layers of gear, and you couldn’t deny it.. it was a nice view.
The movie droned on in the background as you began to rifle absently through your bag at your feet. Your fingers scraped the bottom, tugged at a spare ration wrapper, then nothing. No sleep clothes. No change of anything. Your stomach dipped a little as you glanced from your half-empty bag to the bed across the suite, then back to Tech.
“Uh… Tech. We should’ve made a quick stop back at the Marauder.”
He looked over., “Why is that?”
You exhaled, embarrassed to admit it. “Because I didn’t pack anything to sleep in.”
For a moment, Tech simply regarded you, one gloved finger lifting to pinch his chin. You could almost hear the calculations turning over in his head. Then he gave a small decisive nod. “I see. Fortunately, I always carry a spare shirt with me. If that is of any help.”
Your brows rose. That was actually perfect. “You do?”
“Of course.” He was already setting his glass aside and heading toward his kit. “It would be illogical not to, given the number of unpredictable environments we find ourselves in. Like this one.”
He produces a folded black shirt and when he held it up, you realised with a tiny flutter of relief that it looked long enough to cover your dignity if you wore it on its own. “Will this suffice?” Tech asked simply, offering it over.
You blinked at it in his hand as the thought of actually wearing something of his own caused your stomach to do an odd flip. “Yeah,” you murmured, taking it. “Yeah, that’ll work.”
Your fingers brushed his again as you accepted it. Once more, he didn’t react, eyes already drifting back toward the holoscreen. But you felt the touch linger long after. What was going on?
You slipped the shirt over your arm, mumbling a quick thanks, and padded toward the ‘fresher. Inside, you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.
You look down at the top in your grasp, the soft fabric covering your hands. It had been worn, maybe once or twice since the last time it was washed. You didn’t know what possessed you but the sudden urge to sniff the collar was at the forefront of your mind. “Okay, no. None of that.”
When you stepped back into the suite after tugging it on, Tech turned his head automatically at the sound of your footsteps and paused.
His goggles tilted up, following the hemline of the shirt, then back to your face. He didn’t say anything, of course, but there was a flicker of surprise in the way his brows lifted, just the smallest tightening of his jaw before he looked quickly back to the holoscreen.
You cleared your throat, tugging self-consciously at the hem. “So? Passable?”
“Functional,” he said evenly, though his voice carried a touch more weight than usual. “It is covering, and… suits you well enough.”
You huffed, biting back a smile because for Tech that was practically a compliment. You rounded the couch to reclaim your seat beside him, curling up with your legs tucked under you.
After another hour or two, the glow of the holoscreen faded into the quiet hum of the suite and the promise of a proper night’s sleep tugs at your bones. You stretched with a little groan and turned to Tech. “Bed?”
He agreed and the two of you made your way to the foot of the impossibly plush mattress. You hesitated there, hands still fidgeting at the hem of his borrowed shirt. “Uh… which side do you want?”
Tech’s goggles flicked to the bed, then to the door. “The side nearest the entrance. In the event of an intrusion, it would be more efficient for me to intercept.”
Your eyes widened that he even considered the possibility. “Wait, intruders? You actually think we’re going to be attacked in our sleep?”
“Do you not recall the racer who shouted threats as we departed? While perhaps not statistically probable, dismissing the possibility outright would be unwise.”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “That was just some sore loser. He probably already forgot about us.” Still, you shrugged. “But fine, closest to the door’s yours. Makes sense.”
You slipped into your chosen side, sinking into the mattress with a sigh. Before you could get too comfortable, Tech excused himself, retreating into the ‘fresher. A moment later you heard the hiss of the shower.
You frowned at the ceiling, suddenly second-guessing yourself. Maybe you should have taken one first. Biting your lip, you furtively glanced around as though someone might catch you in the act, then dipped your chin to sniff under your arms.
Okay.
Fine.
Passable.
The door to the refresher clicked open, and you had to force yourself not to gape. Tech stepped out, towel draped around his neck, hair damp and curling slightly at the ends. He was bare from the waist up, abs defined in the soft glow of the suite’s lights, his skin still glistening from the heat of the water.
He rubbed the towel through his hair. “I did not bring a spare sleep shirt,” he explained simply, “as the only one I carried has been… repurposed.”
Your mouth opened, closed, and opened again. “O-oh. That’s… fine.”
“Good.” He gave a curt nod, as though you’d just signed off on a mission report.
True to his prediction, there was just enough room for the two of you when he slipped into the bed. He was an arm’s length away but close enough to feel the warmth of his body radiating across the space.
You lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling in the dark, trying not to think too hard about the fact that Tech was shirtless and in the same bed as you.
It was ridiculous. This bed was easily the most comfortable surface you’d ever laid on, but sleep just wouldn’t come.
You turned over for what felt like the hundredth time, tugged the blanket up to your chin, tried closing your eyes. Nothing. Every nerve ending was aware of him: the sound of his breathing, the faint rustle when he shifted, the way the mattress dipped minutely with his weight.
After what felt like an eternity, Tech finally broke the silence. “I cannot seem to achieve rest either.”
You huffed out a breath, relief mingled with nerves. “Good. I thought it was just me.”
For some reason you spoke without really planning to. “It’s been a while since I’ve shared a bed with anyone. Especially a guy.”
The quiet stretched a beat longer before Tech answered, voice thoughtful. “I have never shared a bed with a woman before.”
That didn’t really shock you. But then he added, “In truth, I have not engaged in any physical contact of that nature at all.”
That, however, surprised you. You rolled your head on the pillow to look at him, though the room was dim. “…At all?”
His reply was simple. “No.”
You sat with that for a moment, lips parting, before a little half-laugh escaped you. Gentle, not mocking. “Does it bother you?”
“I am not saddened by it,” Tech replied, though you could hear the defensiveness layered beneath. “It is merely fact.”
You hummed, remembering his words from the lift earlier. “Still… you shouldn’t put yourself down about not being desirable. That’s just not true.”
There was another long silence before his voice reached you again, softer now. “Do you, as a woman, find me desirable?”
Your breath caught, pulse jumping as if he’d just asked you the most dangerous question in the galaxy. Slowly, you rolled over to face him.
His goggles were gone. In the dim light, you could see the faint lines pressed into his skin where they’d rested for so long, the almost-bruised marks framing his sharp features. He was lying on his back, his head turned toward you, watching with a stillness that made your heart hammer.
You bit your lip, the tiniest tremor in your hands as your thighs pressed together beneath the sheets. Your voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the honesty. “Yes. I do.”
His throat worked as he swallowed, and you caught the faintest rise of his chest. For once, he didn’t immediately follow with data or analysis. He just lay there, taking in your answer.
A sudden draft crept through the room, the kind that felt sharper for no reason at all, and you instinctively curled tighter beneath the thick duvet. It helped but not enough. The chill still found its way in, raising goosebumps along your skin. You tucked your knees up slightly and huffed a faint breath.
Beside you, Tech shifted, as though aware of your discomfort. His voice came carefully, almost like he was stepping across uncertain terrain. “If you are cold,” he began, “I could suggest… you move closer.”
Your eyes flicked toward him again, half disbelieving and half amused. Was he actually flustered by his own idea? He certainly looked it—the faint furrow in his brow, the way his mouth tightened like he already regretted saying anything. You held back a smirk, deciding not to make it harder for him, and instead scooted across the mattress until your arm brushed his.
The proximity startled him; you could tell by the slight jerk of his breath. Your head almost rested on his pillow instead of your own, and the warmth radiating from him was immediate.
“I… ah,” he cleared his throat, his voice defaulting into lecture mode, “the human body naturally regulates temperature through thermogenesis. Shared contact, particularly within a confined space, is proven to be efficient for conservation of heat. In fact, there are studies showing—”
But you weren’t listening. Not really. His words blurred into a gentle hum as you inched closer, soaking in his warmth, and then another shiver chased down your spine when a fresher wave of cold air brushed over you.
This time, Tech noticed. His body turned toward you, his long frame shifting until he faced you fully. His voice was quieter now, “Would it… would it be permissible if I put my arm around you?”
You swallowed, your teeth almost chattering from the lingering chill, and nodded quickly. “Please.”
There was a beat of hesitation but then his arm slid around you and drew you closer into the steady warmth of his chest. The duvet tucked around both your bodies more snugly, and finally, the cold ebbed away.
His touch wasn’t practiced. It wasn’t smooth or bold. But stars, it was earnest. And it made your pulse quicken more than any confident gesture ever could.
He closes his eyes and hesitantly, you felt his hand begin moving in slow, steady strokes along your back. Up, then down: Soothing and almost hypnotic.
You let your hand settle against his chest in return. Your fingertips traced soft patterns, absent-minded little swirls and glides, until you found yourself focusing on the pounding thud of his heart. It was racing. He was as wound up as you were.
But neither of you commented on it.
The duvet cocooned you in shared warmth, but the real heat was coming from him and from the bare skin of his chest beneath your fingertips.
Then, your lips hovered near his neck, close enough to feel the shiver that went through him, and in a whisper you said, “It was fun watching you race today.”
His eyes stayed shut as if he was afraid to open them. His hand paused for a fraction before moving again, slower now. He said nothing, but the way his throat worked, the way his chest lifted under your touch — he’d heard you.
So you leaned closer, lips brushing the sharp line of his jaw, and let the truth spill out, quiet but cutting through the dark.
“It kind of turned me on.”
His breath hitched hard, a sharp inhale that shook against your ear. The hand on your back stilled completely, fingers pressing into you like he needed to anchor himself. Then, slowly, he drew you tighter to him until your whole body molded against his.
Chest to chest. Bare skin to fabric. His heat seared through you.
“Y-you…” His voice cracked, faltered, as if he couldn’t make the words obey him. “You found that arousing?”
You bit your lip, thighs pressing together without thinking, and whispered, “Yes.”
His eyes opened at that and his expression… stars, you’d never seen him look like that before. Wide-eyed, dark, almost disbelieving.
Something broke loose in him. The logical walls. The self-doubt. All of it.
The shift was subtle at first, almost like you were just getting more comfortable — until one of your legs slid over his, draping heavy and close, pulling you nearer. His thigh pressed up between your legs, higher than you expected. The contact made your breath stutter, a low sound nearly slipping free as you tried to hold it back.
Stars, you should’ve known better than to take off your panties when you’d slipped into his shirt. Now, every tiny move had you trembling.
You buried it under words, quiet praise that slipped from your lips. “You really were incredible today… I mean that.”
Tech’s breathing grew unsteady, shallow but quick, as if every tick of silence pushed him closer to a decision.
His hand rose, brushing gently through a lock of your hair until he tucked it neatly behind your ear. His fingers lingered, the pads trembling faintly but then his palm curved against your cheek.
The caress stole the air from your lungs. His fingers start to travel, his eyes trained on wherever his digits land. And when it grazed your lips, the sensation was enough to make you part them just slightly. Without thinking, you let them purse against his thumb, the smallest, silent invitation.
His eyes snapped up to search yours, gauging every detail and scanning for refusal but found none.
Then, with a breath he didn’t seem to know he’d taken, Tech leaned in and kissed you.
At first, it was only a brush. Lips barely touching, pulling back, then meeting again with hesitant and shaky breaths. It was as though either of you could startle and retreat at any moment. But neither of you did.
The kiss deepened slowly and you found yourself chasing the shape of his mouth, pressing a little firmer each time. His hand, the one cupping your face so carefully, slipped lower with an almost reluctant drag. It curved down the line of your jaw, traced along your neck, then settled all the way down at your hip. The weight of it grounded you until, with a cautious tug, he drew you flush against him.
A shiver ran down your spine at the contact, your chest rising against his. You shifted, your leg tightening where it lay over his until you could press yourself even more against his thigh. The sudden friction made you hot and needy. You swallowed down the sound that rose in your throat, but a small moan still escaped, muffled against his mouth.
Tech froze for half a second, the noise shocking him, but then his lips moved more urgently against yours. His hand squeezed your hip once, anchoring you there, before his thumb began stroking in slow, restless circles at the hem of his own shirt draped over your body.
His thigh stayed firm between yours, and without meaning to, you ground against it again, softer this time, yet still desperate enough that your breath caught and broke against his lips.
Your fingers curled tighter against his chest when his hand began to wander higher, slipping beneath the thin fabric of the shirt you wore. His hand shifted lower and his breath hitched sharply when he realised bare skin greeted him where fabric should have been.
The sound that left him was barely there, more like a stifled groan pressed into your kiss, but you felt it all the same. His palm lingered against the curve of your arse, squeezing instinctively before he jerked back as if burned.
Your lips parted with his retreat, plump and swollen from the kissing, and heat rushed to your face. “Is this…” his voice was husky, unsteady, “is this all right?”
You blinked up at him, chest rising and falling against his, and nodded before words could even form.
Something flickered in his gaze — relief, hunger, disbelief all tangled together. Then, with a low sound that might have been your name under his breath, Tech surged forward again, chasing your lips.
This time there was no hesitation in the kiss. His mouth was hot and greedy against yours, his hand sliding back over the curve of your body as though he needed to feel you, to confirm that this was real.
You shifted with a rush of boldness, swinging a leg over until you were straddling him fully. Tech startled, a muffled sound caught in his throat as he instinctively sat up to meet you, his hands catching at your hips
Your knees sank into the mattress on either side of him and you couldn’t resist giving an experimental grind of your hips against his lap. The response was immediate as you felt him stiffen beneath you, the hard line of his cock straining through the thin barrier of his clothes.
His breath caught audibly, a low, broken noise escaping his lips as his fingers dug tighter into your hips. You smirked, leaning in until your lips brushed the shell of his ear.
“Fuck,” you curse, your voice warm and teasing, “you feel… big.”
His entire body seemed to jolt at your words, a flush creeping up his throat as though you’d just short-circuited his entire brain. “I—” he started, but the words faltered into a strangled exhale when you rolled your hips again, slow and deliberate, dragging along the rigid length beneath you.
You smiled against his lips, savouring the shudder that went through him. Tech swallowed hard, his hands trembling as they gripped your waist tighter, torn somewhere between stopping you and begging for more.
You pulled back from the kiss with a wet parting sound, your tongue dragging languidly across his lower lip before letting go. His chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths. His wide, startled eyes locked on you as though he wasn’t entirely convinced this was real.
Your fingers toyed at the hem of the borrowed shirt, tugging it up just an inch, then letting it fall again in playful teases. His gaze followed every flick of movement.
“Do you want to see more of me, Tech?” you purred, your voice sultry.
He swallowed so hard you saw the muscles in his throat jump, his lips parting as though the words were stuck in his chest. For a moment he just stared, stunned silent, before he nodded quickly.
He even rubbed at his eyes once with the heel of his palm, as though trying to confirm this wasn’t some fever dream.
You couldn’t hold back a smirk. “So polite,” you teased, your voice low as you hooked your fingers under the hem and began to lift. His breath caught audibly.
The shirt slid up inch by inch, his eyes devouring every bare strip of skin you revealed, hunger written across his face as though he were starving. You could practically feel his restraint pulling taut. And then, with one slow, deliberate movement, you peeled the fabric over your head and tossed it aside.
Your breasts fell free, soft and full, bouncing slightly with the motion, your nipples already tight and aching. Tech’s breath hitched sharply as his eyes snap to your chest, then back to your face, as though he wasn’t sure where to look, too overwhelmed by all of you at once.
You were completely bare for him.
The air felt cool against your skin, but his gaze was molten heat and burning over you. His mouth opened slightly, a quiet, choked sound escaping before he bit down on his lip, as if that might keep him grounded.
His mouth practically watered at the sight of you, his hands twitching at your hips as though he didn’t dare move them without permission.
Tech pulled back slightly, the flush in his cheeks deeper than before. “I’ve never…done anything like this before,” he admitted, voice low and hesitant.
You let out a soft giggle, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “I know, Tech,” you whispered, your fingers brushing along his jaw. “But, do you still want to?”
“I do.”
Your chest swelled at the certainty in his tone, heart thudding in your ears. Then, almost shyly, he asked, “May I touch you?”
The simple words nearly made you melt, a soft whimper escaping as your knees pressed closer against his. You leaned in, voice barely above a breath, “Yes… touch where feels right to you.”
His hands were warm, trembling slightly, as they found your face and cupped it gently. The touch was reverent and your knees went weak beneath you. He could have touched you anywhere, but he chose your face.
The kiss was entirely different this time. His tongue nudged against yours, probing gently at first, begging entrance, and you couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped your throat. Your hands twined into the nape of his neck, guiding him closer as the kiss deepened, your hips pressing flush against his lap.
Every touch, every press of lips and tongue, was a lesson and a thrill. For you, his inexperience only makes the heat between you more intoxicating.
Tech’s lips started to drift lower, tracing a slow, warm path along your jawline. Your breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping as he nuzzled against the softness of your skin.
“Maker, you’re… sensitive,” he whispered, almost in awe as you let out a small whimper when his kisses moved to your neck.Your body shivered at the intimacy, a hand threading into the short hair at the back of his neck to pull him closer.
Then he moved lower, just at the swell of your breasts, pausing for a heartbeat. One large hand cupped your chest, “You’re incredible,” he murmured against your skin before placing tender, featherlight kisses across the curve of your breast.
A giggle bubbled from your throat at his delicate approach, but the moment his lips met your nipple, the teasing and testing, your head fell back, and a soft moan slipped past you. His tongue flicked lightly, almost experimentally at first, gauging your reaction, and you could feel him twitch below you at the sound you made.
“Does that feel good, darling?” he asked, breath warm against your skin.
“Yes…” you murmured, your voice trembling. “It feels… perfect.”
Encouraged, he grew bolder, swirling his tongue around the nipple, sucking gently while teasing with soft, precise flicks. You arched into him, letting your hands wander to his shoulders, your fingers digging.
He paused, lifting his head to see your reaction, then whispered huskily, “I like this. I want to make you feel… everything.”
You shivered at the confession, letting him continue, your own moans growing more insistent as his mouth continued to worship the other breast in the same attentive, teasing rhythm.
“Tech… please… don’t stop,” you breathed, hips shifting minutely against him as he explored your reactions, learning what made you shiver, what drew your moans, and what made your fingers clutch at his shoulders in desperate need.
His inexperience lent an almost reverent quality to his touch; slow, precise, tentative yet full of intent. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck, and every tender nibble feels deliberate and intimate.
You could feel the tension coiling in your stomach, the heat pooling between your legs, each sound of pleasure from your lips only urging him further.
Unable to resist, your own hand drifted down, fingers sliding slowly over the slickness gathering between your thighs. The warmth and pressure of his lips and hands made the sensation almost too much to bear. A soft, breathy moan slipped past your lips as you began to rub yourself lightly.
“Mmm Tech… your lips… your hands… they feel so… good,” you whispered, voice trembling with need. Each word seemed to spur him on.
A thumb circled your nipple with a slower, firmer rhythm now, and he added gentle pinches, testing your reactions. You gasped, arching into his touch, letting him feel how responsive you were. “D-don’t stop…” you murmured, your own fingers circling your clit.
He paused just briefly to watch your reactions, eyes wide and fascinated, and murmured lowly, “You’re responding beautifully."
Your moans grew a little louder, shaking, but still soft enough to feel intimate in the quiet of the suite. You leaned into him, lips brushing his jaw as you whispered, “You… you’re making me… feel so good.”
He adjusted, one hand slipping lower to graze your hip and side while his lips and tongue alternated between both breasts.
You could feel your own fingers moving faster, slick coating them as you drew yourself closer to the edge, every flick of his tongue sending shivers through you making you shiver uncontrollably.
Your voice grew shakier, soft gasps and moans falling from your lips, your words scattered, “Tech… right there… mmm… ah… just like that… yes…”
You pressed your hands against his jaw, gently but firmly guiding his lips away from your breasts. The sudden loss of contact made your body shiver. Not yet.
You let your chest rise and fall, gasping softly into his mouth.
“I want to save it,” you breathed, lips brushing his as you looked into his eyes. “Do you want your cock sucked?”
Tech blinked, momentarily caught off guard, his composure faltering under the haze of arousal. His voice came out low, hoarse with desire: “I… I… yes… I want that,” he admitted, a heat creeping to the tips of his ears.
The combination of his hesitance and desire made your pulse spike, and you leaned closer, pressing your forehead to his, lips just hovering over his as you whispered, “Then let me show you how good it can feel.”
You could feel his heart hammering against your chest as he adjusted slightly beneath you, anticipation and nervousness radiating off him in waves. Every small movement of your body, every subtle flick of your fingers over his skin, had him tense and waiting. You smiled softly, enjoying the heady mix of shyness and lust that clung to him.
Moving carefully between his thighs once he freed himself, you brush a hand over him. Tech’s cock is hot in your grip, swollen and throbbing with the head already glistening and begging for attention. You can see his uneven breaths as he watches you with a mix of awe and desire.
“You’re so perfect,” you murmur, fingers curling around him and giving a gentle squeeze. The words make him shiver under your touch, and you can’t help but smile at the way his hips twitch against your hand.
Leaning in, you lick your lips, letting your warm mouth hover just above him. Slowly and deliberately, you wrap your hand around the base again and move it up and down in tandem with teasing motions and a low, startled groan slips from him.
Heat rises in your own chest as you watch his reactions. His hands clench at the sheets, the slight trembling of his hips betraying how much he’s enjoying this. You take your time, tracing soft, warm circles with your fingers as your mouth hovers closer, letting the tension build with every deliberate stroke.
Tech’s voice comes out shaky, hesitant, but full of desire: “I never knew y-you were such a tease.” His jaw goes slack, head tilting to the side as he watches you. “I’ve never…felt like this before.”
You hum softly, “Let me show you,” you murmur, before slowly closing the distance, lips brushing against the tip.
You can see the way he’s struggling to stay in control, every shiver and hitch of his breath a testament to the pleasure you’re coaxing from him.
Tech’s hand hovers over your hair, uncertain, as if he’s both eager and afraid to interfere. His breathing staggers as you finally take him in—slow, shallow, just the head at first. You wanted him to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.
“Tech…” you moan needily against him, tongue flicking softly over the sensitive tip. His hips jerk involuntarily, a surprised groan slipping past his lips.
You then let your mouth close over him again with a slow motion, sliding just a little farther down this time. His eyes close, brows furrowing. Every small movement makes him tremble against your lips, and you can feel how hard he’s already grown.
“You’re amazing,” he gasps softly, voice almost a whisper. His hands finally move, gently pressing your head closer, guiding you but hesitating with each careful motion, as if afraid to overstep.
You hum around him, the vibration making him shiver. “Just relax… let me take care of you,” you whisper. His body responds immediately, hips shifting slightly, pressing into your mouth despite his attempts at restraint.
When you glance up at him, you're almost breathless.
His eyes half-lidded, sweat beading at his temple and breaths coming fast. You give a teasing swirl with your tongue, letting your lips slide over the sensitive head before backing off slightly, giving him a moment to adjust. His hand twitches, gripping your hair a little more firmly, guiding you almost instinctively now. “Darling,” he groans and then whimpers your name deliciously.
You smirk against him, now letting your hand mirror your mouth. You stroke him slowly as you then start to take more, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The combination of your hand and mouth makes him shiver violently, a strangled groan escaping him as he slowly loses more control.
Tech’s mind seems to whirl as every touch you give him brings another tremor, another gasp. His eyes search yours as if to make sure this is okay, and you give him nothing but encouragement.
“I… I can’t wait to taste you,” he murmurs, voice low and strained, not used to saying things like this but desperate to let you know. His words make your stomach flutter, and you give him a small, teasing smile.
“I can’t wait to let you,” you purr as you change tactics and slide down just a touch. Softly, your lips brush against the sensitive skin of his balls. His breath catches with a surprised sound as you take one into your mouth, sucking sweetly
Tech brings one hand to your shoulders, gripping as he lets out a shaky moan. “Ah—fuck… that’s perfect,” he stammers, voice trembling as he shifts slightly, pressing closer.
You hum around him, rolling him gently between your lips. Every careful movement draws another sharp intake of breath, another strangled groan from him, and you can feel the shiver running down his spine.
“Such a pretty mouth,” he whispers as his hips twitch involuntarily. You take it slow, letting him adjust to every sensation, rewarding his words with gentle, teasing licks and slow, deliberate suction.
You lift your head just enough to look at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I like hearing you talk like that,” you tease, gently kissing his inner thigh and giving him a moment to breathe. Though the tension in his body makes it clear he doesn’t want the pause to last long.
He swallows hard, eyes dark with want, a faint quiver in his chest. “Don’t… stop,” he whispers, almost pleading.
You move your lips back to his cock, groaning against him as you move your head up and down. “I… I can’t—” he starts but then chokes off into a strangled groan. His hips jerked again, betraying the rapid pulse of pleasure building.
He whines in a way that’s both desperate and sweetly innocent, his chest rises and falls so fast you know he’s close.
“Please… I—fuck—don’t stop,” voice strained and words tumbling over each other, his control slips. You hum around him, letting your lips tighten just slightly, rewarding him with that pressure, his hands clenching your hair in desperation.
He thrusts into your mouth despite his attempts to hold back, and his voice breaks into loud, shaky moans. “Ah! Oh stars, fuck.” The words trail off as he loses control entirely, his release spilling hot and thick into your mouth. You don’t pull back, letting him ride out every pulse, your hands still steady and attentive, coaxing him through the overwhelming wave.
He collapses back slightly, breath ragged as stars cloud his vision. Hands were still tangled in your hair whilst he was unable to speak for several long seconds. You swallow every drop, panting softly as you release him.
Tech’s eyes were half-lidded and glazed with the aftershocks of pleasure. “I didn’t warn—” he starts, but you cut him off with a soft laugh, pressing your forehead to his. “Shh… you did amazing,” you murmur. His hand moves to your hip, still lingering as if needing your presence to ground him.
For a few minutes, you simply lie there beside him, letting the heat of your bodies and the rapid pulse of his heartbeat calm down. Tech’s free hand finally drops, resting gently over yours that sat on his chest.
“My turn.”
Tech got off the bed and then suddenly, he reached down and grabbed you with such strength and care, he lifted you into his arms. In a blur you were off the bed and across the suite, your back pressing to the cool surface of a wide dining table as he set you down. His eyes burned, unblinking, as if he’d been possessed by a thought too intoxicating to ignore.
“I have always fantasised about this,” he admitted breathlessly, his lips curling as he licked them, gaze dropping between your thighs. “Enjoying… oral sex with a woman laid out before me, like this.”
Your breath caught, heat scorched across your face and spread down your chest as his hands slid up and down your legs.
You watch in awe as Tech dragged a chair forward and sat down, sliding close until he was level with your hips. He looked like he’d been presented with a feast.
“I must warn you,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, “I am not an expert. But I am a quick learner.”
You were about to reply, to reassure him, but your words were swallowed in a sharp gasp when his tongue darted out, running a long, wet stripe up your folds.
“F–fuck, Tech—” your back arched, hands flying to clutch the edge of the table.
He groaned at the taste, his eyes closing. Then, his lips latched onto your clit, sucking with gentle, exploratory pressure. He hummed against you as though testing the reaction, adjusting the angle of his tongue, cataloguing every twitch and moan you gave him.
One of his hands slid higher, holding you open for him, while the other pressed lightly against your hip to keep you from squirming away. He pulled back just for a second, voice low and rough with desire:
“You taste incredible.” He cooed, kissing your pussy briefly, “I must have more.”
And then his mouth was on you again, hungrier this time, his tongue moving in firmer strokes as though he couldn’t get enough of you.
His lips sealed over your clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking in short desperate bursts that had you crying out. He moaned into you at the sound, messy slurps filling the room as though he didn’t care how unrefined it was.
“Tech, baby...” you gasped, unable to stop yourself.
The single word had his entire body twitch, his hips shifting against the chair as though you’d jolted him with a live current. He pulled back just long enough to kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh, saliva glistening where his mouth had been. His breathing was ragged, lips swollen.
“‘Baby’,” he repeated, almost unbelieving. “You called me ‘baby’. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
He didn’t wait for an answer.
He ducked back down, sucking at you hungrily. His tongue flattened, dragging long strokes up your pussy before circling your clit, then back again, never settling in one place for long. It was clumsy and perfect.
Then, with his lips still latched around you, you felt his finger sliding up, hesitating at your entrance. He pulled back, his voice trembling but firm.
“if I may,” he whispered, kissing just above your mound, his nose brushing you, “I want to give you more. I want to feel you… inside.”
“Do it,” you whimpered, hips rolling up toward him.
His breath shuddered, and then he pressed his finger slowly into your heat, his lips returning to your clit as though he couldn’t bear to leave it.
“Oh… you are so tight,” he groaned, almost to himself, his forehead pressing to your thigh. “My hypothesis was correct. You feel indescribable. Better than anything...”
Your toes curled, thighs shaking as his finger began to pump, careful but eager and curling as though searching. He muttered against your skin between hungry licks:
“Tell me… what you need. Tell me how to perfect it. I want to learn you—completely.”
Another moan ripped from you, and you reached down, tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging gently as you gasped, “You’re perfect already, Tech. Kriff, you’re making me lose my mind.”
He groaned into you, the sound vibrating right through your clit, his messy mouth and that insistent finger making your whole body quake. You could feel how careful he was, how he paid attention to every gasp, every twitch of your thighs. But as your hips rolled, greedily seeking more, something inside him snapped.
His motions quickened, from measured strokes to sharp thrusts that made your breath stutter. A second finger slipped inside before you even registered it, stretching you deliciously as his mouth sealed back around your clit.
“Tech—oh f–fuck, Tech!” you sobbed, your nails scraping the table as his fingers pistoned in and out, faster, harder, the wet slap of his palm against your cunt echoing through the suite.
He pulled back just enough to gasp against your soaked folds, his voice rough and wrecked: “Grind on me. Grind that perfect pussy against my hand, against my mouth. I want you to use me. Please.”
The raw desperation in his tone made your stomach twist with heat. Your hips obeyed before your mind caught up, grinding down on his face, against the thrust of his fingers, slick smearing over his chin.
“Cum for me. Cum on my face—please, I need it, I need to taste it.”
That was it. You broke.
Your cry tore through the room, high and raw as your body seized, your thighs clamping around his head. He held you down, his fingers thrusting mercilessly, his mouth latched to your clit as if he’d die without it. White-hot pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave crashing until you thought you’d unravel entirely.
He moaned into you like it was his own release, his lips soaked wet as you rode out every last tremor against his hungry mouth and eager fingers.
And still, even as you shook and whimpered from the overstimulation, he whispered into your slick folds:
“You taste exquisite.”
Your body still quivered from the orgasm when Tech finally pulled his mouth from you. His eyes are wild and yet tender.
He stands as you sat up on the table trying to catch your breath as he gently steadies you, his thumbs stroking your waist. His sweetness disarmed you, even in the haze of lust.
“How… did I do?”
Your heart fluttered. Maker, this man. Even with his mouth still glistening from you, he was innocently asking for feedback. You smiled lazily, brushing his jaw.
“You were perfect, Tech. Better than perfect.”
He wipes his face and leans in slowly, kissing your lips so sweetly you could cry.
You gasped softly when you felt his cock, hot and heavy, brushing against the inside of your leg as if demanding your attention. You bit your lip, eyes dragging down to see it. Long, flushed, desperate. Your thighs clenched in anticipation.
“I’m ready,” you then whispered, voice soft as you met his gaze again. “If you are.”
His breath stuttered, but his grip on your waist firmed, pulling you closer to the table’s edge. One hand shifted lower, guiding himself, his cock sliding up and down your soaked folds. The friction made you whimper, made your hips chase him instinctively.
“Stars, Tech,” you moaned, nails curling into his shoulders. “I couldn’t have imagined us end up fucking like this.”
A sound left him, half a laugh, half a groan. He leaned down and captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing the heat of your words, his tongue moving with uncharacteristic boldness against yours.
You thought he was about to push into you, every nerve sparking with anticipation as the thick head of his cock nudged your entrance. But instead, he drew back suddenly. Without warning, his arms slid under you, lifting you off the table.
You gasped, clinging to him, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
“Tech—!” you laughed breathlessly.
“I want you comfortable,” he said with quiet determination, carrying you as though you weighed nothing.
Your stomach swooped as he carried you back to the bed, your body pressed tight to his, his cock brushing against your thigh with every step. You purred, voice husky with both admiration and lust. “Didn’t know you were this strong,” you teased, your lips brushing his ear.
He laid you down gently on the mattress, his body hovering over yours. His eyes drank you in like you were his whole galaxy. “Strength,” he murmured, crawling over you, “is not exclusive to the battlefield.”
His cock pressed against your folds again as he settled between your legs, and you shivered, your hands running over his bare chest.
Tech positioned himself with such intent it made your breath hitch. His cock nudged against your entrance again, slick and hard, and this time he didn’t pull back. He held himself steady with one hand braced on the mattress by your head, the other guiding his length but his eyes never left yours. “I am going to proceed slowly,” he whispered, voice thick, like he was trying to talk himself through this moment. “Tell me if it is too much. Please.”
You nodded quickly, already trembling with anticipation.
And then he pressed forward.
The head of his cock stretched you open, dragging a whimper from your throat as your head fell back into the pillows. Inch by inch, he slid inside, his jaw dropping open as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was feeling.
“Oh… Maker,” he exhaled as his whole body shuddered, hips stalling for a moment as your walls clenched around him. “You are—gods, so warm. It is—” he broke off with a ragged moan, lowering his forehead to your shoulder.
Your fingers dug into his back, nails raking lightly over his trembling muscles. “Tech—Tech, please… move,” you whispered, your voice wrecked. “I need you to.”
He pulled back just enough to see your face, his eyes wide and searching, like he was memorising every twitch of your expression. His hips rolled slowly, easing himself deeper until he was fully seated inside you. You gasped, clutching him closer.
“Perfect,” he breathed, his words hot against your ear. “You fit me perfectly, mesh’la. As though you were designed to. I cannot…” His breath hitched as he began to withdraw slowly, the drag of his cock sending sparks through your body. “…I cannot believe this is real.”
You moan softly which spurs him on. “You make such beautiful sounds,” his voice trembles with reverence and lust all at once. His pace stayed slow, almost torturous. “Each one… mine. All mine.”
“Tech—” you whimpered, scratching lightly down his back again, hips rolling to meet his. “Feels so good, baby, please—harder, I can take it.”
His lips parted, and he let out a groan so raw it made your walls flutter around him. He gasped, thrusting just a little deeper and a little firmer.
Your hands slid up to cup his face, pulling him down into a desperate kiss, moaning into his mouth as his cock filled you again and again.
Your teeth caught his lower lip in a gentle bite, nothing more than a tease, but it undid him. Tech’s breath stuttered against your mouth, his hips rolling instinctively, burying his cock deeper in the slick heat of your pussy. His whole body pressed flush against yours, his weight grounding you, as though he couldn’t stand a single inch of space between you.
“Fuck, mesh’la,” he whispered against your lips, the word in Mando’a rumbling like velvet from his chest. His hips moved in slow, controlled thrusts, every drag of his length inside you tender but devastating. “So beautiful.”
He kissed along your jaw and throat, until he reached the swell of your breasts again. With a shaky groan, he cupped one in his hand and bent to kiss it, lips brushing featherlight across your hardened nipple. You gasped at the touch, your fingers tangling in his hair instinctively.
“Ohh, Tech—” you moaned softly.
He hummed against your skin, the vibration making your nipple pebble harder before he opened his mouth, tongue swirling in an experimental circle. He flicked over the peak, then drew it between his lips and sucked gently. The sensation ripped a whimper from your throat, your hips lifting to meet his.
“Darling,” he whispered in awe, switching to your other breast with careful attention, licking and kissing the hard peak as though it were something to be worshipped. “I have… dreamed of this. Dreamed of you…of having you this way.”
His words spilled out without thought, unfiltered confessions meant only for you. At his admission, your pussy clenched tight around him, squeezing him so hard he groaned against your breast. His hips faltered, stuttering inside you, before he dragged back in slow, sweet thrusts again.
“Oh—fuck, baby,” you whispered breathlessly, clutching his head closer to your chest as your body trembled under him. “You’ve dreamed about me? About us?”
His tongue dragged wetly across your nipple again, followed by another suck that made your toes curl. He pulled back just far enough to pant.
“Yes,” he admitted in a husky whisper, his hips rolling deeper as though to emphasise the truth. “Every night I wanted to know how it would feel to be inside you. To feel you—clenching around me like this.” His lips sealed back around your breast.
Your head tipped back into the pillows, a soft cry breaking free as his words hit you as hard as his cock did. The tenderness of his pace, his whispered Mando’a, his lips at your chest.
“Tech,” you breathed, cupping his jaw and forcing his brown eyes to stay on yours. “Let me ride you. Please, I wanna ride your cock.”
His eyes widened, lips parting as though he’d never even considered such a thing. But when you rolled your hips, squeezing around him he swallowed hard and nodded. “Y-Yes. Whatever you wish, cyar’ika.”
You smiled, before pushing gently at his chest. He let you roll him over without resistance, his back hitting the mattress as he watched you climb above him. Your hair was mussed, your tits bouncing with every movement, and his pupils were blown so wide they nearly swallowed the iris.
You hovered over him, grabbing his cock and stroking it once, slick with both of you. He groaned at the sight, fists gripping the sheets tight, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.
“Stars,” he whispered shakily. “I can’t believe this is happening...”
You smirked and lined him up, lowering yourself slow until his thick length filled you all over again. Both of you moaned, the sound tangled between you—his low and broken, yours high and needy.
“Tech,” you gasped, biting your lip as you sank down to the hilt, “Fuck, you feel so good.”
His head dropped back against the pillows as his mouth fell open in a groan. “Oh—ohhh. Maker, mesh’la. You are... You’re so—tight, ahh!” You started moving, your hips lifting before sinking back down, setting a steady rhythm. Your moans came quicker, your body already greedy for him, but your eyes never left his face.
“You like watching me, baby?” you teased between moans, bouncing a little faster. “You can’t stop staring at me, can you? Don’t even wanna blink.”
He nodded frantically, voice breaking with every upward drag of your pussy around him. “No—no, I cannot. You’re… mesmerising. Stars, you’re—” His words dissolved into a loud moan, his fingers twisting the sheets so hard they might tear.
There was something about watching such a confident and talkative man suddenly struggle for words.
You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you picked up the pace, your tits bouncing with each thrust down. “You’re so fucking big, Tech—ahhh, fuck. Filling me up so good.”
His chest vibrated with another groan, hips jerking up to meet yours involuntarily. “Cyar’ika, I—I cannot hold back when you speak this way.”
“Good,” you panted, smirking down at him through hooded eyes. “Don’t. I want it messy, baby. I want you messy for me.”
His eyes rolled back, his breaths turning ragged. You rode him harder, sweat slicking your skin, until the pressure coiled sharp in your belly.
“Spank me,” you begged suddenly, desperate. “Please, Tech—spank me.”
He groaned as though the request ripped through him, his hands immediately leaving the sheets to grab your arse. His long fingers squeezed, spreading your cheeks, before he gave you a firm, open-handed smack. The sharp sting made you cry out and clench around him, sending shockwaves through both of you.
“Ohhh, yes! Fuck, just like that!” you moaned, grinding down harder.
Tech’s lips parted on a ragged moan, his hips snapping up into you as he spanked you again, firmer this time. “You’re—so responsive. So perfect—”
“Harder, baby. Spank me harder.”
He obeyed without hesitation, another sharp smack echoing in the room. Your pussy fluttered around him, your cries growing louder as his grip alternated between spanking and guiding your hips down onto his cock. His moans grew desperate, shaky, every sound raw and unrestrained.
“Mesh’la,” he gasped, voice cracking. “Watching you riding me… feelin’ you—it’s… oh, stars, it’s divine.”
You leaned down, kissing him rough and needy, your words muffled against his lips as you moaned, “You were made for me, Tech. My perfect man.”
That praise alone nearly undid him. In a blur of strength, Tech sat up, grabbed your waist, and lifted you clean off the bed. You gasped in surprise, your legs automatically wrapping around his lean frame as his cock never left your dripping cunt. His lips were on your neck before you could catch your breath—open, bruising kisses marking you as he pressed you hard against the wall.
“Ohhhh! Tech!” you cried, head falling back as his hips snapped up into you, each thrust slamming deep, the sound of your bodies obscene. “Oh fuck, you’re so good—so fucking good!”
He moaned against your throat, his breath hot and ragged. “Maker, you make it easy. So responsive, so beautiful—I cannot stop myself—”
You clung to him, nails digging into his back as your cunt squeezed around him tight. “Don’t stop, baby—please, don’t stop—”
His pace grew erratic, his moans vibrating against your skin as he panted into your neck. “Darling you should not praise me so—it—it makes me—ahhh—” Another sharp thrust, and you cried out, your legs trembling around his waist.
You laughed breathlessly through the moans, your lips brushing his ear. “For a beginner, you’re so fucking good. You’re ruining me.”
Something primal flickered in his eyes, and with a groan, he tore you away from the wall and carried you back to the bed. The world tilted before you landed soft against the mattress, Tech above you, not once letting his cock slip free.
He adjusted, grabbing your leg and hooking it over his arm, angling himself deeper as his hips ground against yours. His voice was a husky growl, unlike anything you’d heard from him before.
“Little cockwarmer,” he muttered, almost reverent, almost feral. “That’s what you are.”
Your cunt pulsed at the name, a broken moan spilling from your lips. “Fuck—Tech—”
His hips shifted again, finding a new angle that made your body jolt with every thrust. He pinned you with his hand gripping your thigh, holding you open for him. It was a dominant way that made you dizzy.
“I’m going to—” His voice caught, his moan guttural. “I am going to fuck you harder, cyar’ika. Hard enough that you—cry my name.” His teeth caught his lip as he bent close, pushing further into you with wild eyes. “And then I will spill my seed into you. Fill you…make certain you never forget your first time with me.”
The promise alone made your pussy clench desperately around him, your eyes glassy as you gasped, “Mmmm yes, Tech, harder—”
He groaned raggedly and pulled back before slamming into you again, the bedframe groaning with the force. Your cries rose higher, raw and broken, every thrust dragging you closer to the edge again as he held your leg tight, owning every part of you.
A raw need made his hips piston into you perfectly. The slap of his balls against your soaked pussy echoed in the room, filthy and wet, the sound alone enough to have you keening.
Your leg trembled in his iron grip as he held it high, opening you wide for him. His thrusts were so deep you could barely breathe.
“Oh—oh fuck, Tech!” you cried, your hands clawing at the sheets as your tits bounced with every slam of his hips.
His other hand left the sheets and moved to your chest, groping and squeezing your breasts as if he couldn’t get enough of them. His fingers pinched your nipples harshly, rolling them between his fingers until you yelped in pleasure.
“That’s it,” Tech groaned, briefly wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Maker, you take me so perfectly.”
You whimpered his name, legs shaking, body already begging for release.
His grip on your breast slid down, hand moving with precision to your swollen clit.
“I am going to touch you here,” he rasped, “I want to feel you convulse around me when you cum.”
And then his fingers were on you—fast, clever, circling and rubbing your clit with the same intensity as his thrusts. The double assault made you scream, your hands flying to his forearms for something to anchor yourself against.
His hips snapped hard, balls smacking wetly against your cunt with every thrust. “Cum for me,” he begged, still pinching your nipple with his free hand. “Cry my name. Let me feel you milk me dry. I want—ahh—I need to see you lose yourself on my cock.”
Your whole body tensed, fire coiling tight in your belly as the messy, relentless rhythm of his cock and fingers dragged you to the edge.
Your orgasm tore through you so violently it was almost unbearable.
Your back arched off the bed, mouth falling open on a strangled cry as your cunt clenched down around Tech’s cock like a vice. Another wave of white- heat ripped through your body, more powerful than before as you spasmed helplessly around him.
“F–fuck—Tech!” you sobbed, eyes rolling back as stars burst behind your lids.
But Tech didn’t stop.
If anything, the sight of you unraveling only spurred him harder. His hips kept rutting into you with deep thrusts. Your whole body shook, overstimulated and raw, tears threatening at the corners of your eyes as his cock dragged every ounce of pleasure from you past the point of sanity.
“Cyar’ika…” he groaned, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath ragged. “You feel... I don’t want to stop yet. I cannot—I need you longer.”
Your words came out slurred, weak, desperate and totally cockdrunk. “P-please fill me up, baby… I can’t—oh stars—I can’t anymore…”
The pleasure began blurring into near pain—but you wanted it, wanted him, even as your body writhed helplessly under his relentless pace.
His groans are raw as he cooed your name when his hips stuttered, cock pulsing deep inside your soaked heat as he finally let go.
With a guttural moan, Tech buried himself to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against your overstimulated clit as his release surged hot and thick inside you.
“Maker—yes—take it all. Stars above, you were so good for me…” he whispered hoarsely, his voice shaking as he pumped every drop of himself into you.
You gasped weakly, legs trembling around him, your nails dragging along his back as his cock pulsed deep, filling you until you could feel it leaking down your thighs.
Tech held you close through the aftershocks, chest pressed to yours, lips brushing your damp cheek as he whispered almost reverently, “Cyar’ika… ner kar’ta… you’ve undone me entirely.”
You let out a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of the aftermath settle over you. The room was quiet except for your ragged breathing and Tech’s soft, anxious murmurs. He rolled over briefly, grabbing his goggles from the night stand and adjusted them back on.
“Was that… pleasant enough?” he asked, almost as if he needed your approval to believe it himself.
You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned forward to press a tender, lingering kiss against his mouth. It was slow but full of affection and warmth. Pulling back slightly, you whispered against his lips, “You did so well…”
A soft, almost whiny sound escaped him, his body visibly trembling at the praise. He wanted to bask in it, let it rattle him further—but the moment he remembered you, concern immediately took over.
“I did not hurt you… correct?” His hands hovered over you, unsure whether to touch or fuss, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Was it too much? Too fast? Did I—did I overwhelm you?”
Your eyes soften so you run a hand along his cheek. “I’m fine, Tech. Really. That was amazing,” you reassured him, voice gentle, coaxing him to relax.
Even as he let out a faint sigh of relief, his protective instincts didn’t subside. He reached down, lifting you into his arms effortlessly, holding you close against his chest. Your head rested on his shoulder, heart hammering, as he continued to fuss, his voice laced with concern and admiration.
“Your legs… are you sore? Your back? Please, tell me. I want to know if you’re okay… truly.”
“Tech, you’re fine. I’m fine.” You soothe, tracing a hand over his chest. He nodded slowly, though his eyes betrayed the way he was still processing everything. “Good… good,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before burying his face in your hair. “I just wanted to be certain as I have never-”
You shook your head, smiling as you tightened your hold around him. “I know, Tech. But you did wonderfully. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that before.”
Even in the aftermath, the closeness and the warmth of him holding you felt almost intoxicating.
After a long, tender cleanup, the two of you found yourselves side by side in the suite’s shower. The warm water cascaded over you both, steam curling around your bodies.
Tech’s hands were careful, almost shy as they moved along your shoulders and back, washing away the remnants of your shared intensity. You mirrored him, letting your fingers trace the lines of his chest and arms, feeling the steady beat of his muscles beneath your touch.
It was sweet and even almost comical at times.
Tech fussed over the soap and hair products while you laughed at him. The intimacy wasn’t rushed or overtly sexual this time; it was simple and comforting.
Afterwards, wrapped in the plush towels, you returned to the bed. The sheets were cool against your skin, but the warmth of Tech pressed against you quickly erased any chill. You lay side by side, limbs occasionally brushing.
You spoke about everything and nothing. Hours passed like this, the night stretching peacefully around you. When sleep began to take over again, you cuddled closer to him.
As dawn’s early light spilled into the suite, you pressed your lips lightly against the curve of his shoulder and whispered, “I’m really glad I saw that holoposter…”
Tech turned his head slightly, eyes still heavy with sleep, a soft smile on his face. “So am I.”
I just had this idea. I like the hc that for the clones, if their commanding officer calls them by their number = your mom calling you by your full name.
Could you do one when their SO calls them by their number, and they just know they are in trouble 😭🙏
Clones x gn reader: you calling them by their number
warnings: none
A/N: ahhh that's such a fun idea!! i hc that some of them have a really complicated relationship with their numbers so you might be on thin ice with that one xD
comments and reblogs are very appreaciated!! :D
The Bad Batch
Hunter
"CT-9901"
"What?!" Hunter's voice is biting. He hates whenever his number is used. It reminds him that he's supposed to be defective, even if he doesn't feel like it. It has been used against his squad way too many times. But then he notices little signs of your body, how tense you are, your heartbeat that is way too fast, your breathing…
Hunter takes a breath, running a hand through his hair and putting the knife he'd been sharpening down. "Don't," he mutters, more to himself as a warning. He knows he's about to say something stupid, he already did by the looks of it. He doesn't need to make it worse.
Tech
"CT-9902"
"That would be my designation. Is there a reason you are using it instead of my name?" Tech readjusts his googles for the tenth time in the last few minutes. The two of you had engaged in a heated argument about certain comments he was making that he did not see a problem with and he refusea to listen to another perspective.
You think maybe using the number would make him at least pause, let you get a word in, and seemingly it does.
Tech knows something was wrong when you used his number because it sounds so similar to the regs and Kaminoans using it whenever he annoyed them but you are different. You know that and you have never used it this way before so that could only mean one thing; you were pissed. Royally.
Tech put his datapad down, turning his full attention towards you. He cannot undo the words he's said but he can at least listen from now. "Explain my error. I will listen now."
Wrecker
"CT-9903"
Wrecker stops. He hadn't heard his number in a long time. With the batch having numbers this similar, they are rarely used and his name is just something that fit him quite well so for you to use it…
"Oh… I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" His voice turns quieter, softer. He drops the crate he is holding. It was fine, nothing fragile anyway. You are more important. Wrecker tries to wrack his brain about what he did wrong. "I'm sorry. I… really am. Uhm, I don't know what I did wrong but— I'm sorry."
Crosshair
"CT-9904"
He snaps to attention immediately, his mouth audibly clicking shut. He hasn't heard his number ever since he defected from the Empire and you know it was something he avoided thinking about as much as possible.
So for you to use it against him, he knows he fucked up but he doesn't know how to react. On one hand, he wants to apologise and make it right but on the other hand, that number triggered him in a way that leaves him unbalanced.
"That's low," Crosshair's voice is razor-thin but there's no anger in his eyes, just something raw and wounded. "If you want me to listen, fine. But don't use their language against me."
Echo
"CT-1409"
Once those numbers left your mouth, Echo froze. The only time it is ever used these days is in medical settings and those always left him hollow afterwards. He stares at the floor for a few seconds, processing.
When he looks up, his expression is tired. Not angry. Just… exhausted.
“Wow,” he says softly. “Okay. I deserved that.” He runs a hand over his head. “I’ll fix it. Whatever it was. Just… please don’t do that again. I hear those numbers in my nightmares enough as it is.”
Commanders
Wolffe
"CC-3636"
Wolffe goes rigid. He's used to being called "Commander" or "Sir" by his men. But for you he has always been just "Wolffe". He scans your expression with narrowed eyes.
"Want to run that by me again?" he growls, but there's flicker of unease beneath the gruff exterior. He crosses his arms, a defensive posture. He knows he’s been difficult lately. He just didn’t think you’d notice — or care — enough to pull this card.
Fox
"CC-1010"
Fox flinches. Actually flinches.
His number was a curse. It’s the number on the report every time a Corrie Guard falls. It’s the number Palpatine’s office used to summon him at 3 AM. Hearing it from your lips feels like a betrayal.
He doesn’t get angry. He just looks… defeated. He pulls his helmet back on, the visor hiding his eyes. “Message received,” he says, his voice flat and filtered through the comms. “Loud and clear.”
Cody
"CC-2224"
Cody stops writing his report. He sets the stylus down with a deliberate click. He turns in his chair, looking at you with that calm, measured gaze that all great commanders seem to have. He’s not scared. You two have had fights and arguments before and have resolved them all just fine.
That you used his number was new, and it made him pause but also want to listen to you more.
"Alright. That serious, is it?" He asks quietly. He doesn't apologize yet, he doesn't know what for yet, but he's giving you his full undivided attention. "Well, talk to me, dear. I'm listening."
501st
Rex
"CT-7567"
Rex blinks once. Twice. He carefully sets his helmet on the table a gesture of surrender. He knows that if you’re bringing out the number, this isn’t a battle he’s going to win with authority.
“Alright, mesh’la,” he says, holding up his hands. “You got me. What’d I do?” He’s trying to keep his tone light, but his ears are slightly red. He hates being reminded that he’s a number to the GAR. To you, he wants to be just Rex.
Fives
"CT-5555"
"Yes, that's my full name, you know you can just say Fives to save time," Fives replies, ever the cocky one. But you don't laugh, don't even smile like usually. You just glare.
His smile falters. Then it dies completely. He pushes off the wall, suddenly serious. “Oh.” He swallows hard. “It’s like that, is it?” He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly looking very young. “I’ll, uh… I’ll just go wait in the barracks until you’re ready to talk. Or yell. Whichever you feel like.”
Jesse
"CT-5597"
Jesse freezes mid-laugh. He was just joking around with Kix, but the sound of his number, sharp and cold, cuts through the noise like a vibroblade.
He turns slowly, his shoulders tensing. "Is there a problem?" he asks, his voice slipping into a more neutral and respectful tone. He’s slipped into ‘soldier mode’ to protect himself from the emotional whiplash.
Kix
"CT-6116"
Kix sighs. A deep, world-weary sigh that only the medic of the 501st can truly master.
He sets down his medical kit and crosses over to you. He doesn’t look scared or angry, he's wrestled so many delirious soldiers that the difference between his name and number didn't mean much to him on days like these.
He gently takes your chin, tilting your head to check your pupils. “Your blood pressure is up. Talk to me.”
Hardcase
He doesn't get it at first when you say his number, turning towards you with a smile. "Yep, that's my number. Did you memorize it? That's so sweet!"
It takes him a full five seconds to see the look on your face. Then his energetic bouncing stops and his eyes go wide. “Oh. Oh no. I’m in trouble, aren’t I? Is it the explosives? I bet it was the explosive. I swear it wasn't my fault I can fix it tho—"
Dogma
"CT-6922"
Dogma stands up even straighter, which feels almost impossible since he always stands at attention. He responds to his number like a droid to a command. "Yes?"
But then he sees the fury in your eyes, the disappointment and his gaze falls to his boots, realising that it's you he disappointed and that's somehow worse than facing the disappointemnt of authority. "I see…" he says quietly. "What did I do wrong?"
Tup
"CT-5385"
Tup’s bottom lip trembles slightly. He’s so sensitive, so eager to please. Hearing his number from you feels like a physical blow. He sets down the little droid he was tinkering with and walks over to you, his brown eyes wide and glossy.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, not even knowing what for. “I don’t like that. It sounds wrong when you say it.” You already feel bad having ever used the number.
Misc.
Howzer
He pauses with his cup of caf halfway to his lips as you say his number. He doesn't get defensive or flinch. He just sets the cup down and looks at you with those steady, honest eyes. The scar on his cheek pulls slightly as he offers a small smile.
“That bad, huh?” He holds out his hand to you. “Come here. If you’re pulling out the designation, then I deserve whatever lecture is coming. But can we do it sitting down? I have a feeling it’s a long one.”
aa hi!! i've been reading your tbb x medic reader thoughts, and i absolutely devoured them!! You write them perfectly!! may i request the bad batch, or especially Crosshair and Tech, being protective of the reader, maybe when a reg, or someone else, flirts with her, or maybe won't leave her alone? no worries if this doesn't strike your fancy!! :D have a wonderful day!
AWAA I HAVE HAD A CLINICAL CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK... BUT THIS......
i love this trope, so thank you for this request!!
It was a slow night at 79’s; you wouldn’t have had it any other way. A clone bar was pretty far from your typical scene, but it was the only bar on Coruscant that you knew had decent drinks.
It wasn’t really the “scene” of your… friends, if they could be called that, either. They were clones, yes, but not normal ones.
To most? Ten times more prickly, with an air of superiority about them that made them intolerable to other clones. But to you? There weren’t a set of clones in the galaxy you’d rather be spending an evening with.
They’d just gotten back from a mission, and considering it was rare that you were all on the same planet at once… you’d taken the opportunity to invite them out. Well, it was actually Wrecker who invited you here, but you’d mentioned wanting to get together.
You were laughing off your second drink now, losing it over another stupid joke Hunter made. Or, more specifically, at the way Crosshair glared at him for saying it.
“You guys up for round three?” You quirked an eyebrow at the table.
“That even a question?” Wrecker grinned, already standing up. But you held a hand up, insisting on getting everyone’s drinks. They seemed reluctant to watch you go alone, but… the bar was mostly empty at this hour.
They shared a look: what could go wrong?
And so you left the booth, taking a seat at the bar and listing off their orders, plus your own, like second nature.
The bartending droid got to work, and you relaxed a bit against the bar, a light smile curving your lips.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty thing.”
You turned your head. There was a clone a couple seats away from you at the bar, nursing a half-empty drink you doubted was his first. Your smile faltered for a second before transforming into a more polite one. You nodded respectfully, trying to make it obvious you weren’t interested in conversation.
He didn’t take the hint. He stood up from his seat, abandoning his drink to lean against the bar right next to you.
“Ah… enjoying your night, soldier?” you tried, laughing awkwardly.
His face twisted in consideration as he shrugged. “Eh. Little quiet. Little boring.” Then his gaze flicked to you, and he grinned. “Until now. Haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Oh, yeah, uh… not my typical joint.”
“Figured. You look like you should be somewhere much nicer, little lady.”
Was that supposed to be a compliment? You just laughed again, shifting in your seat. The bartending droid was done with three of the six drinks you needed.
“You here all alone?”
“No, I’m here with friends.” An apologetic smile accompanied your response. You were hoping that would be enough to get him away. “They’re just sitting at a booth over there.”
He didn’t look. “Well, you’re alone right now.”
Another uncomfortable laugh left you, and you looked at the droid almost desperately. Work faster, you goddamn—
“I’ll keep you company, if you don’t mind…” His hand slid across the bar towards your crossed arms resting on the counter, and you quickly sat up straight, intertwining your fingers tightly in your lap.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll probably be… you know. Walking away in a second.” Take the hint, dude.
“Oh, but your friends can wait a few minutes, can’t they? I don’t think I’m ready to watch a pretty girl like you get away so soon.” He smiled, chuckling softly.
You just narrowed your eyes, no longer smiling as you desperately stared at the drinks on the platter. Five drinks. Just one more…
Your head was jerked back to look at the clone when he grabbed your chin, laughing at your startled expression. “You’ve got gorgeous eyes. Very expressive.”
“Excuse me,” a (thankfully) familiar voice chirped on your other side. “Can you make that Fire Dancer a double shot?” He’d been addressing the droid, but from his sharp tone… he was probably taking a jab at the clone, too.
The clone’s grip on your chin loosened just enough for you to turn your head. Tech was drumming his fingers on the bar on your other side, looking directly at the clone out of the corner of his eye.
“I don’t think she’s interested,” he deadpanned, expression unreadable.
The clone’s face twitched. “Hey… you’re one of those bad batchers,” he sneered. “Why don’t you go back to whatever corner you’re hiding in, and stop trying to act like you know everything?”
“I’ve got a better idea for you.” A sharp voice, low and gravelly, sliced the air. You turned again to see Crosshair standing behind the clone, one arm braced on the bar to box him between you and Crosshair.
“Get it through your head that she’s. Not. Interested,” he drawled, narrowing his eyes in that glare that was eerily similar to his sniping abilities—precise, intentional, and deadly.
Tech was leaning over your shoulder, trying to read a serial number printed on the clone’s armor. “CT-3889,” he read. “I’ll remember that.”
“What, are you gonna report me?” The clone snorted.
“Report? Oh, no. I can think of things that are worse than reporting. And easier, too.” He nodded, accepting his drink from the bartending droid.
“... You’re bluffing,” the clone narrowed his eyes, glancing once at Crosshair behind him.
The droid set a platter on the bar with the other five drinks you needed, and just as soon as it hit the surface, CT-3889 was up and gone, grumbling curses under his breath.
“... I don’t like that guy.” Crosshair narrowed his eyes, never letting his gaze leave the trooper once until he was out of the establishment. Then he looked at you, examining your face closely. “He touched you.”
You blinked. Watching them scare that guy off… you almost forgot that you were a part of this whole ordeal. “Oh. Uh…”
“Is he finally gone?” Echo drawled, eyeing the door carefully as he stepped closer. Hunter and Wrecker were behind him.
“If I ever see that guy on Kamino…” Wrecker snarled, cracking his knuckles irritably, “I’m gonna—”
“You’re not gonna do anything,” Hunter warned him. Then he looked at you. “Are you alright?”
“I was going to ask that,” Tech interjected quietly, taking a sip of his drink.
“You guys. I’m fine,” you almost had to laugh. Almost. “He was just…” you gestured vaguely. You didn’t want to say anything nice, but saying something mean would make it seem like you weren’t fine. Which, to be fair, you sort of weren’t.
“Insufferable,” Crosshair grumbled, picking up his own drink to throw it back.
“Ugly,” Wrecker added, then guffawed. That got you to laugh, too.
“Bothering you.” Tech said finally, and you nodded. He hummed. “Well then. I’m glad I intervened.”
“We shouldn’t have let you go off on your own,” Hunter said, almost apologetically.
“Yeah, regs can be…” Echo made a face, gesturing to the door. “... Like that.”
“And you guys are so much better,” you teased, putting your hands on your hips. “You probably scared that guy all the way back to his incubation chamber.”
Crosshair snorted. “Good.” After a slow sip of his drink, he just shook his head, almost imperceptibly. “I’d never stoop that low.”
“Wouldn’t you, now?” You raised an eyebrow, smirking.
Crosshair matched your grin. “Why would I harass some lady at a bar when I’ve already got you?”
Wrecker burst out laughing; a contagious sound. Soon you were all chuckling into your drinks again, but in those silent breaths between more jokes and stories…
You let yourself feel a little lighter. From what Crosshair said (and from how the boys were still eyeing the other bargoers suspiciously)... you had a feeling you wouldn’t have to worry about “suitors” like that again for a long time.
YIPPEEE it feels so good to write again... please send in more requests my darlings! I love the sillies,,
Summary: Tech never expected Clone Force 99’s new Jedi general to become such an important part of his life. He especially never expected to feel jealous when her attention starts drifting elsewhere.
Tags: tech yearning, jealous tech, slow realization that he’s jealous, tech being bad at feelings, unrequited love (sorta), written from tech’s pov
A/N: this is my first time ever uploading on Tumblr and it’s pretty dang confusing so sorry if this was like awkwardly layed out?? this is also surprisingly my first time writing a one shot and writing romance, so i’m open to critiques. English is not my first language so expect some grammatical errors. that’s all, really, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! thank you <3
AO3
Tech’s POV
Tech remembered the moment the transmission went through. “Clone Force 99 is to return to Kamino to be assigned a Jedi general.” He remembered thinking about how pointless and redundant it was. They were operating perfectly fine without any help from the Jedi, so why would they need one now? Or ever, for that matter. Yet, there was nothing he could do to change that. All he could do is to steer the Marauder back to Kamino, just as they were expected to.
“Ooh, who do you think we’ll get?” Wrecker asked from behind him, tapping his feet excitedly to the floor.
“Hopefully they will give us someone competent,” Tech answered. His only wish is that the Jedi they are assigned to will be someone more intelligent than his brothers, which is not a high bar to clear.
“I bet you they won’t last more than a month with us,” Crosshair commented bitterly, moving the toothpick around inside his mouth.
Wrecker is undeterred by his snark comment. “Well, whoever they give us, I hope they’re someone awesome! I mean, we get to see a lightsaber up close!”
Hunter sighed tiredly, running his hand through his hair. “Just, let’s not give them a hard time. Play nice.”
Tech scoffed. He always acted nice, he just needed to know if the other person deserved his ‘kindness’ or not. For example, regular clones or regs. With the exception of Commander Cody. They’ve always been outcasted by the regs, bullied and mocked for their appearance. It doesn’t matter though, most of them ended up in maintenance work anyway. How does he know that? He hacked the Kaminoan’s database and saw the info, obviously.
Thunder roared outside and turbulence rocked the ship. Tech approached the open hangar as the ship slowly began to lower. He’s done this hundreds, if not thousands of times already. The landing went smoothly as always. He got up from his seat and joined the rest of his brothers. Hunter opened the door and exited first.
The blinding white light of Kamino greeted his eyes, wiping away the tiredness. Tech adjusted his goggles, the world blurry for a second before coming back to focus once the angle was right. He smiled in satisfaction before proceeding to lead his brothers to the meeting area.
When the door opened, Nala Se and Jedi Master Shaak Ti stood there next to someone. You must be our new Jedi general, Tech assumed. He stepped in first and his brothers filed in after. Hunter stepped forward, nodding his head to Master Shaak Ti, “General.”
“Thank you for coming on such a short notice,” Master Shaak Ti said, nodding back to Hunter.
“Of course,” Hunter replied, his eyes drifting to you. “So, is this our new general?”
“Yes,” Master Shaak Ti replied before nudging you. “You may introduce yourself.”
You nodded, taking a step forward and bowed. “Nice to meet you, my name is (Y/N). I’ve heard many great things about your squad. I look forward to working with you.”
Hunter seemed stunned at the politeness before quickly recovering. “Nice to meet you too, General. The name’s Hunter.” He went on to explain everyone’s role in the squad. Starting from Crosshair, Wrecker before finally, Tech. You smiled and nodded at each one of them.
“(Y/N) actually just recently became a Jedi Knight, hence why I think she’s the perfect fit for your squad,” Master Shaak Ti explained.
“Jedi Knight (Y/N) will be assigned to your squad temporarily. I will monitor the compatibility since Clone Force 99 is known for their unorthodox way of… handling things,” Nala Se added.
Tech expected for you to just nod and agree with the Chief Scientist, which would mean you’re offhandedly mocking them. But he didn’t expect for you to instead laugh before saying, “Don’t worry too much about me. I can handle myself just fine and their squad seems fun too.”
Wrecker nudged him on the side and whispered loudly to his ear, “I like her.”
Tech shook his head at the volume but quietly agreed anyway. You didn’t seem half-bad. After a few more formal jargons, Hunter and you shook hands. Nala Se and Master Shaak Ti left the room after making sure you were alright. Master Shaak Ti placed her hands on your shoulder one last time before finally leaving. You observed them once more and Tech found himself nervous under your watchful eye. What did you think of them?
“Well then, what’s our first mission together, Sargeant?” You asked Hunter with a playful glint in your eyes.
He turned to Tech. Which in turn, made you shift your attention fully onto him, waiting for him to say something. Tech composed himself before answering, “Apologies. I’ve just received the transmission, but we are to leave for Felucia.”
“Let’s go, shall we?” You proposed, adjusting your robe as you moved across the room.
Everyone still seemed wary but followed you nonetheless. You walked alongside them in silence. Tech kept throwing glances at you, analyzing you silently inside his head. So far, the only thing he noticed is the two lightsabers clipped onto your belt and how utterly captivating your eyes were.
They are so warm and inviting, he can practically feel the kindness flowing out of it. Your eyes held no judgement against them. There was no hatred or disgust. He was fascinated by it, no one has looked at them that way before. Not the Kaminoan scientists and definitely not the regs. He was so entranced that when he finally came to, he realized they were already back at the hangar.
There’s only one thing floating inside his mind now: How much he can’t wait to get to know their new Jedi general.
Your POV
When you first became a Jedi Knight, the first thing that came to mind is how proud you were for being able to reach that goal. But then another thought immediately followed afterwards: The Clone Wars.
War was something completely unfamiliar to you. The Republic had always been peaceful if not for a few conflicts occasionally. But those were easier times, back then they would’ve just sent a Jedi Master and their Padawan to handle it. Now? There’s several different parties coming together and they’ve somehow managed to drag clones into this.
You were perplexed at the idea. You’ve heard how they were bred specifically for the war, prepared since infancy to become soldiers. You’ve thought about how cruel it sounded. But the Republic didn’t really have a choice. Well, neither did the clones. They needed soldiers to be deployed throughout the galaxy. Still, you couldn’t be more grateful for their creation. Always look for the positives in life, your master would say.
Because if they weren’t created, how would you be able to meet them in the first place? Get to know them better? They weren’t mindless beings. It made it easier to connect with them, but also devastating when their life is lost. Each clone was unique and special with their own little quirks. And that is especially prevalent within your own squad.
Clone Force 99 had a reputation within the clones like no other. Before you were even assigned to them, you’ve heard a great many things about their squad. The Jedis would say they were very efficient at what they did. The Kaminoans would say that they are bad at taking orders but they’ll still get it done. The Clones would say to steer clear from them, that they’re dangerous and wild.
It was a mixed review, but you chose to see for yourself before making any judgement. Even though you knew the chances of meeting them would be small, they are just a squad consisting of four clones after all.
So, just your luck, that after your Knighting ceremony, you would get the news that you’ll be working together with Clone Force 99. It was as if the Force wanted you to see the answer for yourself.
Tech’s POV
True to his observations and analysis, the Jedi they are assigned to has been nothing but pleasant company. You were the perfect match with them, if he could say so himself. That might’ve been an exaggeration, but you deserve the highest praise. Even Crosshair’s hard built walls could not withstand the kindness you offered at every chance.
What should’ve been a temporary assignment ended up being permanent. You’ve been through many missions ever since. Around 57 times, he counted. Tech could go on and on about how impressive you were. How effortlessly you made it look when you sliced through the waves of battle droids. How you listened and followed his plans or suggestions. How you always looked after them when something went wrong.
Like this one time, they had a mission on some snowy planet. An explosive was set off, triggering an avalanche. Wrecker was nearly buried in the snow but you didn’t give up on him. You used the Force to lift him out just in time and you all made it back safely onto the ship.
How you would spend time with each of them to heal their wounds. On one of the many missions, they were ambushed. You were the only one who didn’t get hurt. You spent weeks nursing them back to health, forcing a very unpleasant Wrecker to take his daily medication. Tech chuckled at the memory.
He grew a deep sense of admiration towards you. He found you to be a reliable partner that helped improve the performance of the squad. Even more so after he found out that you were intelligent and knowledgeable too. Not as much as him, but still, compared to his brothers, you were much better company. You could actually keep up and participate actively in your conversations.
Tech greatly enjoyed the time spent together with you. Whether that be when he’s repairing the Marauder after a narrow escape or he’s building a new piece of technology.
It was also not uncommon for you to seek him out first whenever something on the Marauder malfunctioned, even when Hunter or Wrecker were closer. You claimed Tech explained things better than the others did. He found it most especially pleasant when you look at him with those bewitching eyes of yours. He couldn’t ask for a better Jedi, because you were already the best.
But that all changed when a new member was introduced to their squad. Echo.
Your eyes were now focused more on Echo instead. Before Echo joined the squad, your attention had belonged almost entirely to him. You used to spend hours beside him while he worked, asking questions about his modifications and theories even long after his brothers had grown bored of the discussion.
Tech remembered one particular night where you spent nearly three consecutive hours beside him while he recalibrated the Marauder’s navigation system. Even after midnight, you continued asking questions about hyperspace algorithms despite visibly struggling to stay awake.
Hunter eventually had to drag you away to rest while you protested tiredly from the doorway that Tech had not finished explaining one of his calculations yet. But now? Tech found those conversations cut shorter more frequently than before. Sometimes you would leave to check on Echo instead.
The change itself was not drastic. In fact, objectively speaking, most would likely fail to notice it at all. But Tech noticed. He always noticed. Tech wouldn’t admit it out loud, he knew he was being irrational. Echo had gone through so much after Skako Minor, he didn’t deserve any of that. It was also in your nature to bring comfort and security to others. But that didn’t stop the annoyance that bubbled up.
Could it be… Was he jealous? He’s only ever read about descriptions of it but he didn’t felt like it perfectly represented his emotions at the moment. No. He pushed the thought away. Of course not. That’s not possible. For jealousy to be present would mean that he would had to have feelings for the other person. He shook his head and focused on his datapad instead.
Tech would often hear you praise Echo. “I think your cybernetics are cool. Don’t ever feel ashamed of it, you hear me?”
“Ah, thank you, General,” Echo mumbled shyly.
“If you’re experiencing any discomfort, let me know, okay? I’ll try to see if the GAR could issue you some of the more newer cybernetics.” With that, you stood up from your spot to enter your bunk and contact someone through your comlink.
He noticed how much you were spending time with Echo, how it spiked up to 42 minutes more than usual. It also wasn’t lost on him how on every chance, Echo would opt to sit beside you. Why haven't you treated him this way anymore? Why haven’t you praised him the way you had with Echo?
Tech’s grip around his datapad unconsciously became tighter. He grit his teeth at the question gnawing inside his mind. Okay, he needs to calm down. This is getting out of hand. Think of a way to win her attention back subtly, Tech. He closed all tabs that he had opened and started anew. He began listing all possible ways he could do to draw your attention.
A few days later, you were fiddling with the caf machine. Tech had just entered the ship after performing a modification outside when he noticed your furrowed brows. Perfect. He approached you, “Allow me.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead.” You stepped aside and allowed him to inspect the machine.
Tech ran a quick diagnostic on the faulty machine. Within seconds, he managed to find the issue and fixed it. He brewed your usual evening caf and handed the steaming cup to you. You took it graciously and smiled, “Thanks, Tech.”
“Of course, are there any other problems you’ve encountered?” He silently hoped there was more, wanting to increase his daily time spent with you. Even if it’s just for a few more minutes.
“Hmm…” You hummed in thought before shaking your head. “Nothing for now, but if I find one, I’ll be sure to let you know.” You took a sip from your caf and sighed. “Thanks again, Tech. I’m gonna go and meditate now.”
Tech could only nod as he watched your figure retreat outside. His body felt warm at the compliment he just received. Finally, after weeks of not hearing it. For a brief moment, Tech wondered if perhaps he had been overthinking everything after all. He smiled in satisfaction and quickly wrote down what happened on his notes. How glad he is to have his recording on. At least now he can look back at the footage and observe your smile.
Echo’s new cybernetics upgrade finally arrived. The whole day is spent on helping him adjust to it. Tech was tasked to perform a few tests on him to make sure his mobility was stable. He couldn’t really stay focused though as he felt your gaze was on him.
Once he confirmed that Echo was doing fine, you jumped up from your spot and walked up to Echo. “Congratulations! I’m so glad you finally got those upgrades!”
Echo laughed at your enthusiasm. “It’s all thanks to you, General. I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
Your cheeks flushed slightly, “Ah, it was nothing. You deserve it anyways.”
Echo smiled. He glanced past you briefly, his gaze landing on Tech for only a second before something unreadable crossed his expression.
Tech watched the interaction silently. He waited for you to sing him praise but… nothing. You fawned over Echo’s new upgrades along with the rest of his brothers. Tech’s gaze lowered to the floor. A new plan started brewing inside his head.
“What is it that you want me to see, Tech?” you asked as Tech led you to the cockpit.
“It’s a surprise,” his answer was short. He had spent the last two days upgrading his goggles. He was hoping it would impress you the same way it did with Echo’s upgrade.
Once he made sure none of his brothers were there to overhear, he sat you down on the copilot seat while he sat on the pilot seat. He swiveled the chair and picked up a small box from the side. He took a deep breath and nervously opened it.
You raised your brows, “Oh?”
“It’s my newly improved pair of goggles,” Tech proudly announced.
You nodded and clapped your hands. “What does it do that the old one didn’t?”
“I upgraded the scanning system, expanded the recording storage, and integrated a predictive combat algorithm,” Tech explained casually, as though he had not spent the last forty-eight hours rebuilding half the internal circuitry of his goggles.
He handed the goggles carefully to your hands, relishing the soft feeling when your hands briefly brushed against his. The contact lasted less than a second, yet Tech found himself thinking about it long after you had already adjusted the goggles over your eyes. Now, he just needed to wait for your praise. He wonders, which feature are you going to praise?
You brought the goggles closer and tried it on. It was nauseating at first, but after a couple minutes, your vision finally adjusted. “Wow… You’re impressive, Tech.”
He felt his brain short circuited. “O-of course,” he stammered.
You giggled at his response before continuing, “I can see how this would help you on the battlefield. Still, I’m more impressed how you don't feel like you’re gonna throw up when wearing these.”
“It gets better over time, eventually,” Tech answered. The response was not what he had anticipated. Yet somehow, hearing you praise him directly felt significantly more satisfying than admiration toward the goggles themselves would have.
You were sitting with Echo now in the main area. Tech could only sit there and watch the two of you. What was wrong with him? Why was he feeling this way? After showing you his goggles, he left to reflect on his journal. He documented the precise feeling he experienced and did some research, but nothing conclusive was found. He felt his chest tightened when he heard you laugh at Echo’s jokes.
“Did you have to make it so obvious?” Crosshair suddenly said from behind him, startling Tech.
When he turned around to face him, he noticed that Hunter and Wrecker was also there. Wrecker had an obnoxious grin plastered on his face. Hunter just had a knowing smirk while Crosshair was scowling as usual.
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to convey,” Tech replied.
Crosshair groaned and took the toothpick out of his mouth and flicked it onto his forehead. “You really want me to spell it out to you? I thought you were the smartest out of all of us.”
Hunter gave Crosshair a disapproving look before sighing, “Tech. Don't think we’ve been blind,” Hunter said seriously.
Tech raised one eyebrow, still not understanding what message his brothers was trying to say. Wrecker finally caved and whispered, “We know you like like her, y’know?”
Tech’s eyes immediately widened and he felt his cheeks flushed. “W-what could possibly make you come to that conclusion?”
Crosshair chuckled at his reaction. “Like I said, you weren’t being subtle about it.”
Hunter smiled as he said, “We’ve seen how you look and act around her, Tech. No need to hide it around us.”
Wrecker nodded in agreement. “Yeah!”
Tech’s head seemed to be working faster than before. Has he really been that obvious this entire time? So obvious that even his below average intelligence brothers could notice? How embarrassing. Tech stood up from his seat and took his toolbox. He said nothing as he shoved past his brothers to exit the ship. He needed to do something before his mind imploded.
He climbed up the Marauder and set his toolbox aside. He took a deep breath and exhaled. That wasn’t real. How long have they known then? No. He doesn’t even want to know. Tech brought up the ship’s schematics, going over his plan to upgrade the exterior of the ship. Once that’s done, he started working. His mind was on autopilot as his hands were busy, trying everything to forget what had just happened minutes prior.
He was so focused, he failed to notice another presence climbing up the Marauder. It was only after he heard his name rolling off your tongue did he snap out of his daze. “W-what?”
“There you are.” You grinned as you continued, “Everyone’s worried for you, they’re saying you’ve been acting differently these past few days. So, I’m here to check up on you.”
“That is not necessary,” Tech replied quickly. “I am perfectly fine.”
“Alright then, I believe you. What are you doing up here?”
“Just some minor fixing and upgrades. The Marauder took heavy damage from the last mission, I was planning to upgrade our shield system…” He stopped when he noticed you were staring. Maker help him, your eyes.
“That sounds like a great idea! Would you like some help? I think I remember you taught me some of the basics before…”
He cleared his throat, “Of course. An extra hand would be nice.”
Tech nearly dropped the hydrospanner from how close you were beside him. He continued his work as you occasionally helped him, either by holding a flashlight or handing him the tools that he asked. It brought him straight back to the first time he and you had spent time together.
“Good job, Tech,” you praised, like music to his ears. “You know, it’s been a while since we’ve done this. If you’re going to do some more upgrades, count me in, okay? It’s fun.”
You hopped off the Marauder and landed on the ground, you looked up at him. “Thank you, Tech. I’ll be off now.”
Tech nodded as he watched your figure retreat inside the Marauder. That’s when he realized: The thing he wanted was never actually praise. It was your attention specifically. Clones and Jedi were never meant to be together. Even if his affection was one sided, perhaps that was enough for him. To simply be someone you chose to stay beside.
