dry humping jesse in a corner booth bc your Rex handjob at 79s was HOTTT
It’s usually nice being in the booth at 79’s, drink in hand, smile on your face, but this time, you were blissed out. The 501st had returned from a planet far out in Wild Space, weeding out Separatist posts and now, they were back in full swing.
Well... ‘full swing’... Fives had his tongue down some Mirialan’s throat by the second they’d walked in the place, and now the rest of the legion had swept down to the bar to woo the sudden influx of pretty Twi’leks, all colours of the rainbow.
Jesse was staring at you- the sort of stare where eyes burn into your skull and renders you numb, useless. You fidget, drink long emptied, under the oil slick of your dress, and sneak a glance at him.
“Why are you staring?” You mumble, brows pulled inwards. He gives a half-chuckle, and then you notice the darkness of his eyes. His shoulders are tense, fingers twitching- twitching to reach out and grab you, while you were still there.
“‘Cause you look fuckin’ hot.” He says, matter-of-factly, wetting his lips and leaning forwards to take a sip of his drink. You flush, turning your head a little to conceal the slightly sheepish smile that he brings to your face. “Like a dream.”
“Come ‘ere.” He growls, tugging you close by the hip and tilting your chin up. “I dreamed of this face. These legs- hm.” You inhale shakily when Jesse pushes his face into your neck, tongue sliding across the speed of your pulse. You draw fingernails down the exposed length of his throat and hum when he captures your lips and licks into your mouth like he was born to.
One hand finds the crook of your knee and pulls, drawing you up close, angling you so you can comfortably slant across the broad muscle of the trooper and kiss him back. He groans, and wraps two strong hands around your hips before lifting you with swift hands, onto his lap.
You let your knees pin him in place, and smooth your hands over his shoulders, arms, feeling him tense until he was seemingly ready to snap. You grin, dipping your tongue further into his mouth and pushing your body against his with little remorse.
You tilt your head and pause, just for a moment, before rolling your hips down against his. He chokes on nothing, breaking away, his eyes fluttering shut. You grin, curling a hand around his neck to draw him close, and slowly grind with him.
“Oh, kriff...” He hisses, head thrown back. You lean in and bruise his skin with the loving touch of your lips, sucking hickies into the dip of his throat. “Just like that.”
“That feel good?” You ask, breathless, when he swipes a hand beneath the hem of your dress and quickens your pace with a hot, heavy hand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His chest heaves and he whines, soft and low, hands squeezing at bare, hot flesh. There’s a few more moments of rolled hips and muttered praises. There’s a few more moments of heated growls and the buck of Jesse’s hips. “‘M not gonna last... been so long.”
“It’s okay- just use me.” You run your tongue over his ear and grin. “Use me.”
“Fuck, fuck- kriff, I’m cumming.” And he does- hands squeezing, eyes screwed shut and his hips twitch once more, before he winces, fingers slipping from beneath your dress.
You flop backwards, back onto the plush of the booth, and stretch your legs out.
“Maker.” He grumbles, staring down into the crotch of his outfit. You grin wickedly, letting him intertwine your fingers when he reaches for them. “Just wait til’ we get back to your place, honey.”
“Okay.” You smile again, kissing his knuckles. “I’ll wait.”
