Don't Worry, I Have You
Summary: Working alongside Trick has always been hard. You’ve been crushing on him for months now, but you know he’ll never reciprocate. But when you’re sent undercover as a stripper at a local casino, things change. A lot.
Pairing: Clone Trooper Trick x F!Reader
Word Count: 1612
Warnings: Trick is flirty, Reader spends almost all of the story in lingerie for story reasons, heavy implications but nothing detailed
A/N: What's this? Two stories in one day? I had an idea and needed to get it out. This story is going to be rated adult, though there's no smut. If I did a sequel, it would be smut tho.
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“Yeah, I have a question,” You say as you hold out the skimpy lingerie sitting neatly in a wrapped box as if it was a bomb about to blow up in your face, “Why do I have to go undercover as the stripper?”
“The lingerie won’t fit any of us.” Your General replies with a bland smile.
“Oh, I can make it fit one of you.” You snark as you eye the flimsy material, a feeling a dread swirling in your stomach, “I’m IT, I don’t do undercover work.”
“Look, you’re the only woman on the team. They’re expecting women strippers. It has to be you.”
“Ah...But—” You trail off and pick up the panties that had been picked out for you. They’re sheer and lacy and white and you kind of want to cry. You don’t wear stuff like this. “Please don’t make me do this.”
“We don’t have any other option.” To give him credit, your General does sound apologetic, “And you won’t be alone.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I’m going to be in the casino as well,” Trick interjects smoothly as he steps into the room, a scowl on his face as he smooths the material of his black button up shirt, “And you’re not the only one who has to dress up.”
“Dressing up I could handle. This is dressing down. Way down.”
He offers you a tiny smile, “You’re going to be fine. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
And, while you still don’t like it, you stop arguing. If Trick promises that he’ll protect you, then he will.
With you no longer complaining, the mission brief continues.
The plan is simple. Trick will go in first and take a seat in the VIP room. He’s a talented enough gambler that he can get in there under his own skill. Once he’s in place, you’ll join the rest of the Escorts and Strippers serving as waitstaff in the VIP room.
Trick will try and charm information from the Mob boss he’ll be playing cards with, and you’re job is to liberally ply everyone in the room with alcohol. As soon as the high rollers are distracted the rest of the team will infiltrate the Casino to get the needed intel from the secure room located under the Casino.
It’s a really simple plan.
Which means there’s absolutely no way it’s going to work.
But, you’re trying to be more optimistic.
You make a face at yourself in the mirror in your private quarters as you adjust the strap of the bra so it’s not digging into your shoulder.
It fits, at least. There are no embarrassing gaps to indicate that the bra is too big, and nothing is spilling out of the cups to indicate that they’re too small.
And the set would almost be cute. You know, aside from the sheer and lace.
You turn in the mirror and scowl at the panties. They not a thong. But they’re only just not a thong.
A sudden knock on the door has you start slightly, “What?”
“It’s me. Can I come in?” Trick says from the other side of the door, and you release a sigh.
You really don’t want him to see you looking like this. Not when you’ve been nursing a crush on him for months now. Not when you know that he’ll never feel the same, the consummate soldier that he is.
But you suppose he’s going to see you like this no matter what, you suppose. “Yeah. It’s open.”
The door slides open and Trick steps into the room. He only has the door open long enough that he’s able to enter, and then he shuts the door tight behind him. Then he looks at you, and his breath hitches.
“You look—” He trails off, his dark eyes flicking quickly down your body, “Good.”
“I feel ridiculous. And really exposed.”
“Well, you are really exposed.” His eyes flicker to your chest again, “Really, really exposed. That bra is really sheer, isn’t it.”
“You’re not helping.”
“Sorry, cyare.” He tosses you a sheepish grin, “I can’t help but look.”
“Well stop. It’s embarrassing.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” This time his gaze drags down your body slowly enough that you can feel your entire body burning with embarrassment. “In fact, I think I just found the star of all of my fantasies for the next...oh...forever?”
“You can leave whenever you want!” You blurt, your face burning so hot that you’re surprised you haven’t burst into flames yet.
His gaze drifts back to your face, and he grins, “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. For now.”
“How magnanimous of you.”
“Turn around, I have something for you.”
You eye him suspiciously, but this is Trick, so you immediately turn so you’re back is facing him. “What do you have for me?”
“You aren’t going to be able to wear an ear piece or a mic like you normally would in this situation, so we put our heads together to make you something that will help keep you safe.”
You turn your head slightly to look at him as he steps right up behind you, “Safe? I though we were going to be in the same room?”
“Yeah, well—” His calloused hands gently turn your head so you’re focused on the mirror again, “No plan survives the first encounter with the enemy, right?” Carefully, he drapes a delicate looking necklace around your neck, and he starts to fasten it, “The others will be wearing their armor, and my clothes are made from armor weave. You’re the only one who is really exposed.”
“If you’re trying to talk me out of this you’re doing an amazing job.”
He sighs softly, his warm breath fanning across the back of your neck, and he reaches around you to tap the pendant hanging just above your breasts, “This,” Trick explains, “Is a tracking device. There is also an alarm installed inside it.”
You peer down at the delicate looking flower pendant, “In that?”
“Yeah, if something happens, or if you feel like you’re in danger, push the stem of the flower up. It’ll trigger an alarm that will come to my comm. And I will come and get you.”
“What if I have to do that and it ruins the mission?”
His fingers move from the pendant to slide against your throat. A strangely intimate motion that should make you uncomfortable, but doesn’t. “Your safety is more important to me than the mission. If we can’t get the intel today, we’ll find another way.”
You release a shaky breath, “Alright. I’ll remember.”
Trick’s fingers linger on your pulse point for a moment, “Sweets, your heart is racing.”
“I’m being sent into a Casino filled with drunk gangsters dressed in lingerie. This is the human equivalent of being draped in raw steak and placed in a den of starving nexu. I’m a little nervous.”
“I won’t let them hurt you.”
You swallow hard, “You said yourself, no plan survives the first encounter with the enemy. If I’m in another room and I’m not able to signal for help—” You trail off for a moment, “I could get really hurt, Trick. And as much as I trust you, I don’t think I trust anyone enough to be completely calm in this type of scenario.”
He’s quiet for a long moment, clearly thinking on your words. His fingers lightly tracing your collar bone and then the strap of the bra before moving back to your throat.
“I’m changing the plan, slightly.” He finally says.
“How so?”
Trick rests his hand against your throat, not holding or restraining you in anyway, “When you come into the casino, find me in the VIP room. I’ll find a way to get you sitting on my lap.”
“Won’t that ruin the mission?”
“I don’t care if it does. I’d rather you safe and I’d rather you feel safe.”
You stare at him in the mirror for a moment, and then you slowly nod, “Alright.”
Trick smiles slightly, “Good girl.”
You make a face at his comment, “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“I’m always nice to you!” He almost sounds offended at your comment.
“You are, but not like this. I’m just trying to understand. It’s what I do.”
“I—” Trick trails off and the fingers of his free hand trail down the strap of your bra to trace the lace of the cup, “Ask me again, later.”
“Later when?”
“After the mission. When you’re not wearing this,” His finger slides under the bra strap. Trick’s gaze remains locked with yours for a moment longer, and then he steals one last look at your barely clad body, and finally steps away from you.
“...alright then.” You agree slowly, trying not to think about how gentle his smile is as he looks at you or how his fingers twitch like he’s fighting the urge to draw you back into his arms.
“Now, let’s get you something to cover you up while you head to the Casino. A dress, maybe?”
“Uh, oh. I have a wrap dress that I can wear. It’s...somewhere in here.”
Trick laughs softly, “I’ll find it. You put on your make-up and do your hair.”
“Right,” You turn towards your vanity, and then pause to look at him, “Trick? When you came into the room you said that I look good. D’you mean it?”
“Sweetheart, you look perfect.”
And finally a broad smile crosses your face as pleasure fills your heart. Maybe, just maybe, you have a better chance with him than you thought.
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