I am begging for a hurt/comfort post-Umbara one-shot with Rex coming back to Coruscant right after the said campaign and immediately going to his civilian partner's place, your fics are amazing
rex x fem reader
summary: you find rex in a vulnerable state after umbara
warnings: sexual content, angst, hurtcomfort
a/n: drives me crazy how we don’t see the direct aftermath of this arc like how did anakin react?? how did they move on? and literally what happened to dogma… so many questions..
if there’s one rule rex has set for himself in dating you, it’s keeping your life as normal as possible. he hates to stain your life with the horrors of his, the awful truths about what it means to be a soldier. a clone soldier, at that. you wish he’d open up to you a little more—you know you’re tough enough to handle it—but he’s firm in leaving some doors locked for you’re own good. he sheds his scarred, blood-stained skin every time he comes back to you. and he gets to be someone else for a change, someone who isn’t followed by ghosts.
but they find a way to catch up to him eventually.
rex widens his eyes in surprise when you throw your arms over his neck and wrap your legs around his waist at the sight of him in your doorframe. he lets out a raspy chuckle as you bury your face into his shoulder, hugging him tight from how much you missed him while he was gone. and you tell him just that, your lips brushing his ear with a soft whisper.
“oh, i missed you…” you look up at him, cupping his tired face. he leans into your touch as your fingers caress him, stroking over the lines that detail his skin with time. he grips the underside of your thighs firmly, squeezing you gently.
he kisses your forehead. “missed you more.”
he begins walking the two of you back into your home. you smile and press your foreheads together, whispering, “yeah?” your lips graze his in the ghost of a kiss. “how bad, captain?”
rex’s gaze darkens. he answers your question by closing the distance between your mouths, kissing you deeply, hungrily as he swirls his tongue around yours. you make a soft noise of pleasure, and it’s all he needs to hear to keep going, stumbling toward your bedroom without breaking the kiss. you giggle against his lips when he bumps into the wall and mutters a low, “fuck,” under his breath. he steals that sound away from you as fast as you let it out, slanting his mouth over yours at a deeper angle, desperate for some of that sweetness. that sweet sound, always chasing his nightmares away.
“rex—” you fumble with the clasps on his armor, barely pulling away from the kiss. “help me take this off…”
“mm, someone’s in a hurry,” he teases.
you give him a pointed look, and his eyes soften as he watches you try to figure out his armor for the hundredth time, still not quite sure how to get through the right way. he looks at you through the darkness of your room, taking in your bright eyes and that smile curving your kiss swollen lips. your pretty figure in the slip dress he noticed you were wearing from the moment your door opened. you’re like a dream. you are a dream. he closes his eyes for a moment, hoping to get lost in the normalcy of this love. he craves for it to eat him alive if it means escaping from the sharp claws that draw him back into his reality, a place he can’t bring himself to acknowledge right now.
despite the rush to get him naked, you and rex take your time tonight. you lie back on the bed as he disappears under the covers, between your spread legs where he feels your heartbeat against his tongue. his mind empties of everything except for you, the way you taste and arch your back, pushing his head down to feel his sharp nose bridge rub against your clit. he licks you up languorously, leaving you a moaning, writhing mess as the heat rises and the pulse aches for more.
“fuck, i’m close,” you squeeze his shoulders, trying to get his attention. “i wanna cum on your cock, rex, please…”
he emerges from under the sheets with you dripping down his lips, leaning down in missionary as he murmurs, “well, since you asked so nicely…” his arms are large and protective around you, bracing against the bed carefully.
you look up at him, running your fingertips down his body, quietly exploring what he’s been through in these past few weeks that you know better than to ask about. you feel the lingering imprints of med patches nestled between the defined ridges of his abdominal muscles, where purple bruises and red marks have yet to fully heal. rex suddenly looks distant, his shoulders tensing up at your touch.
“is something wrong?” you whisper softly, reaching up to cup his face. “do you want to stop?”
he stares down at you, his eyes never leaving yours as he adjusts his hips to align with yours. you gasp at the way he inches his cock through your walls while murmuring, “no. everything’s fine.” you’re about to answer when he groans and drops his face into the crook of your neck, fisting the sheets so hard that his knuckles turn white.
“fuck, you’re—oh, fuck…” he pants, sucking in a breath. you dig your nails into his back as he starts thrusting into you, letting out low moans at how good you feel after waiting so long. he fucks you deep and slow, his stomach sliding over yours with every breath you share, every sloppy kiss that collides your lips together.
“mm, beautiful…” he murmurs, trailing his lips down to your neck where he sucks hard, swiping his tongue over your skin. “all mine…”
“mhm, all yours, rex. take what’s yours, baby, i’m here…”
he slams into you a little rougher, growing more undone at your words, your noises that ignite the greediest parts of him. you throw your head back and cry out as you squeeze around his cock, giving him more access to your throat. he kisses and sucks and nibbles your perfect, untouched skin, and you cum on his cock like you wanted, your pussy sore and sensitive in the wake of your orgasm. he keeps going until he breaks, gentling the pace of his strokes when you grab his face and whimper, “too—much—” and he kisses you softly, pushing himself into you with a patience that eventually collapses his body on top of yours, his cum trickling down your thighs.
you’re sleepy as he cleans you up and dresses you in his shirt. you feel him hold you in his arms from behind, your eyes fluttering shut from the passing time and the faint noises outside. you’re used to falling asleep with him like this, maybe exchanging some whispers until the night pulls you under. but rex doesn’t seem to be in the mood for conversation, tonight. an odd pit settles in your stomach as you drift in and out of sleep, scared that you might find his side of the bed empty for a reason you’re not sure of.
sometime later, you wake to the lack of weight against your body. you rub your eyes and sit up, patting around the bed for rex, but he’s not there. he’s out on the balcony that connects to your bedroom, shirtless and wearing a pair of pants that hang low around his waist.
and he’s smoking. you smell it before you see it. you slowly climb out of bed as he takes a drag, his head turning over his shoulder when he hears you come up behind him.
“i thought you hated it when i got high after sex,” you say.
he chuckles drily, but his smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “guess you’re rubbing off on me.”
you frown and stand next to him, resting a hand on the small of his back. he doesn’t look at you but points his cig away from you.
“what’s going on?” you ask quietly, “do you want to talk about it?”
rex hangs his head a bit, slowly shaking it from side to side. “it’s nothing.” he touches your cheek. “i’m sorry for waking you.”
you brush his hand away, firmly standing your ground. you won’t let him push you back like this. “you think i don’t understand.”
rex glances at you from the side. “i don’t want you to understand.”
his words stun you to silence. he shakes his head again, exhaling raggedly. his gaze points up to the stars, like he’s cursing the heavens—a place he isn’t even sure he believes in. a place that’s so unknown to him that he wonders if he’s being punished in some way, for something he doesn’t know how to atone for. all this pain, this suffering, he searches for answers as to why. but they never find him.
and it’s that ugliness of life he doesn’t want you to understand. the damnation weighing on his shoulders every day, with every decision he has to make—and every mistake that costs the lives most precious to him.
“rex…” you reach over and take the cig from his loose fingers, putting it out against the guardrail. he meets your eyes as you flick the cig over the edge, neither of you watching it fall to the depths of coruscant. you’re watching each other.
“i love you,” you tell him. you say it so matter-of-factly that he just stares at you, his face blank like the words are foreign to him.
you inhale shakily, continuing, “and i think that scares you more than it scares me.”
his gaze drops away from you, sort of lingering on the distant traffic surrounding the city. you keep your eyes on him as he says, “you’re right.” then he looks at you again. “you’re always right.”
you reach for him carefully, slowly at first, but he seems to turn his body toward you in response, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around him. his hands grip your shoulders tightly like he’s afraid you’ll just vanish. he collapses into your embrace, burying his face in your hair as you rub his back, soothing him into this moment that reminds him you’re not just a dream—you’re real. everything you love him with, the fearlessness, the strength, it’s real.
and for the first time in his life, rex breaks in someone else’s arms. not his own, rocking his body back and forth to fake the embrace he’s longed for since the moment he was born. your arms, holding him as a deep sob wracks his body. “i’m sorry…” he whispers, over and over again. you wonder how many people he’s apologizing to, the true breadth of his guilt. but you don’t ask about it until he’s ready. you carry it as if it’s your own, your hearts beating together as one.
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