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The Marauder's landing on Ord Mantell signaled yet another borderline successful errand for Cid, and another fraction of their freedom gained - which was always a cause for celebration. And with the dwindling debt that was remaining left the group of misfit clones and yourself an opportunity to really stock the ship with gloriously delicious goods that were ten times better than those bland rations and the occasional meiloorun fruit.

"Finally, some real food!" Wrecker bellowed out excitedly, pumping two fists in the air while Omega followed up with a little 'whoop whoop!'. Both you and Hunter chuckled at the pure joy that was radiating off of the rest of the crew like a super nova.

The leader leaned up against one of the storage racks near the docking ramp and crossed his arms over his chest, giving a knowing smile to the rest of the lot. "I'm guessing there won't be any objections to a market run this time?"

"If possible," Tech turned around in the pilot's chair and adjusted his signature goggles. "I'd like to pick up some new repair tools, if there's credits to spare." He gestured towards the rusted tool chest that sat at the bottom of the storage unit Hunter was leaning on. The tools definitely have seen better days. "I'm not sure how much longer those will last."

That was something you admired about Tech. Despite the chance to splurge on himself, he offered up a solution to a bigger problem. Some believed he was selfish, but it was moments like these that really spoke about his character. Sure, he had the cocky, know-it-all persona, but at the end of the day, that's all it was. Clone Force 99 were all intended on being the same, but they couldn't be anymore different from each other. And now that they have the chance to live their life without fighting, they're adding on new characteristics and really making themselves comfortable as best as they could.

Hunter's voice broke through your thoughts as he curtly answered the question. "Good call, Tech. We'll ease back on the food spending. You got an idea of what you might want?"

"Obviously." Tech chirped back instantly, leaning down and reaching under the cockpit chair to grab a datapad. "As long as it isn't made of any corrosive metals or dirt cheap, they should suffice until we can afford something better. I'd rather not risk injury with the ones we currently have."

"Got it." Hunter nodded as he was handed he datapad. Tech elaborated, "That's a list of the metals and merchants you should avoid. I've had my fair share of arguments regarding their prices, and they can't be reasoned with."

That earned a playful scoff out of Echo. "Shady traders making bad deals? What else is new?" He chided, and Hunter lightly elbowed him with a grin.

"Alright. Let's go. The sooner we leave, the sooner we get back."

You hummed happily, walking in step behind them, but paused at the top of the loading ramp when you noticed that the lovable brainiac wasn't tagging along. You leaned back to peek your head in and raised a brow curiously. "You coming, Tech?"

"Me?" Tech looked up from where he had already begun to inspect the cockpit control panels and gave you an inquisitive look. "I never go on those supply runs. It's a waste of my own time, since I hardly understand the logic of the merchants' dealings, nor do I have the charisma to... how did Hunter put it?" He scoffed to himself and sat up on the ground to give you his full attention. "Ah yes. I don't have the capability to schmooze my way into a good bargain. I leave that to Hunter. He's much better at it than I am."

"Ahh, so that's why you gave him the datapad, huh?" You noted, and Tech nodded in confirmation. "I figured it was more of a let's divide and conquer strategy."

Tech shrugged. "We tried that method before, but like I said... my strategies don't work when chaos reigns over that place." He shudders. "It's an absolute mad house in that market, and I want nothing to do with it."

You burst into a fit of giggles and waved him off. "Alright, fair enough. You want me to grab you any snacks before Wrecker spends the whole thing on junk food for him and Omega?"

He gave a genuine smile and shook his head. "No, thank you. I actually like the rations."

"Makes sense. A bland snack for a bland man." You chided cheekily, and he simply rolled his eyes and ducked back under the control panel. Satisfied, you leaped out of the Marauder as soon as Hunter called your name out. They were already a little ways away from the ship, but you made up the distance relatively quickly.

And now, that left Tech all alone.

While he was inspecting the control panel, he noticed that some of the wiring was becoming exposed from the aged casing that used to protect the circuitry. Like second nature, he pulled out the comm link on his belt and brought it to his lips. "Hunter, be sure to grab some electrical tape. We have some exposed wires that need to be taken care of."

"Copy, Tech. We shouldn't be more than an hour or two."

Tech chuffed a little laugh. "We both know that's not true, but take your time. I can find other ways to be useful until you get back."

He cut the communication and placed the comm link back in it's little clip on his belt, then got out from under the control panel. He stood up and took a stroll around the Marauder, hoping to find something - anything - to keep himself occupied until the team got back. Fortunately, a chaotic crew comes with unbelievable messes. When Tech got closer to the back of the ship, near Omega's little makeshift cot, he nearly tripped over open containers and loose weaponry (thank the Maker they weren't live weapons).

"For the love of-" Tech groaned as he managed to stabilize himself and glared down at the horrific mess. "How in Maker's name do they manage this?!"

And so, he spent the next half hour reorganizing the ship and putting everything back in it's rightful place. It was fairly easy once he was able to get a system of storing things chalked up. Scraps in one bin, ammunition and weaponry in another, and so on. After he had finished the storage lockers, Tech moved onto their rooms. Hunter and Wrecker had no qualms with Tech going into their rooms, or cleaning them for that matter. Echo, on the other hand, had a bone to pick with him after Tech accidentally moved some calibration tools for his modified arm and the former reg couldn't find them. That, to no one's surprise, was the same day Tech stopped cleaning Echo's space. Omega's space was small enough as is, and was personalized to her liking, so he dared not touch it. Besides... as Hunter had told him numerous times, she's a child, and children are bound to keep their rooms a mess. You just gotta deal with it.

And by the end of it all, the only thing left to clean was your personal storage rack. Since you had an apartment near Cid's establishment, you didn't need any sort of living space aboard the Marauder. Though, the Batch was kind enough to give you a little space to store things that you might need when you're off traveling with them on jobs for Cid from time to time. As an informant - Cid's informant - it was your job to make sure the cargo came back, and have a valid reason if it didn't. However, you came to find your job to be much more than that. Working with the former GAR soldiers gave you a newfound appreciation for the simpler things you had long forgotten when settling in on Ord Mantell.

Your presence also impacted them, which only some of them came to admit after a few months.

Tech was one of the ones who kept silent about his overall perception of you. Not because he didn't like you. Quite the opposite, actually. He saw you as not just a companion, but someone whom he could share his interests with quite confidently in comparison to his brothers. You didn't judge him when he went on insanely long tangents about Maker knows what. You listened, engaged, and participated in various conversations he could have only ever dreamed of having with the others, and it was a cathartic release for his ever growing passion in all things science. Even if you didn't quite understand what he talked about, you were still there to lend an ear. Which, honestly, made it that much better. He could teach and not be mocked. Well... mostly. You still teased him from time to time - but it wasn't like he didn't like it. He most certainly did.

And this posed the question: should he go through your things? He had never done so previously, and he wasn't sure if this breached some form of privacy. Although, you hardly brought much on the ship to begin with, so it's not like there would be much to clean right? All he had to do was check to make sure everything was in tip top shape.

And that's what he did. When he entered the access code for the locker, it swished open to reveal that most of it was actually fairly well maintained, except for a very messy stack of things in a box by his feet. Tech knelt down by the box and pulled it out, letting curiosity get the better of him.

The box had random spare cables, a soldering tool, frayed rope, chunks of spare metal, and a datapad sitting on top of it all. Tech picked up the device and turned it on. He was met with a wall of text as soon as it was activated, so he naturally skimmed through it. However, he paused halfway through when he realized that this wasn't any form of maintenance manual or informative article. No, this was far from that.

It was a fiction story. Erotic fiction - if the phrase burning desire followed by very graphic details about intercourse that made the poor engineer's cheeks and the tip of his ears burn.

"What in Maker's name-" He backed out of the story to find similar novels by various authors, in a folder titled R&R. That got an amused tut out of Tech. "That's a little more than just R&R." He murmured and read the description of a different novel. As he did so, something stuck out to him.

The main character sounded a lot like him. Not that there was any possible way it was about him - how could it be? But the similarities in general appearance and the brief personality summary hit a little too close to home. He decided to read the description of another one, and to his shock it had an eerily similar premise, but a different setting.

Put 2 and 2 together and...

Tech finally understood. These "protagonists" obviously weren't him, but they were as close to him as any fictional character in these novels could get. These similar books, your recent behavior and attempting to be in closer proximity day after day with him... it was all starting to make sense. To chalk it up to the most basic explanation for himself: you liked him.

"Tech."

The clone shook his head out of his thoughts when his comm link crackled to life. He quickly turned off the datapad and dropped it back into the box, kicking it into the closet, and sealing it shut.

"Techhh." Your voice repeated in a jokingly annoyed tone. He grabbed the comm and quickly picked up.

"Yes?"

"You alright? I tried to reach you four times."

Tech's eyes widened. "Four?" Was he really that distracted by what he had been reading? "My apologies. What do you need?"

"Oh, I just wanted to let you know that I'm coming back early. The boys are taking forever, and Omega convinced Wrecker to go on a hunt for exotic snacks. Figured I would come rest and just hang out. Need help with any repairs?"

Tech chuckled at the information. It wasn't shocking that the team got distracted and prolonged their shopping trip. "I see. Well, we can't do any repairs until Hunter brings me those tools and some tape, so I suppose we'll just relax until they get back."

"Copy. Oh-" Your excited change in pitch never ceased to amuse him. "I read up on some new Imperial security measures that are being put into effect. I can show you how to bypass them in case you guys are ever in a pinch."

The mention of reading gave Tech an idea. A very stupid, very impromptu idea. However, given the knowledge he had under his belt... the odds of this impulse decision leading to something positive were fairly high. He was willing to gamble.

"Much appreciated! I actually read up on something while you were gone and would like to run something by you when you get back."

"Cool! See you in a few then."

The connection cut out and Tech leaned against the wall, letting his head fall back to hit the metal with a 'clang' echoing through the practically uninhabited ship.

This better end well, or Maker knows he's about to face the wrath of you and his brothers - maybe even Cid.

"Tech, I'm back!" You called as you ran up the loading ramp and into the Marauder. You peeped down the long corridor towards the cockpit to see the goggled clone leaned back in the pilot's seat, feet kicked up on the locked control panel, and reading a datapad with his usual stoic expression he had whenever he was in focus mode. When you lightly cleared your throat, he looked up at you and gave the same half smile he always did when you graced him with your presence.

"Welcome back. Come take a seat." He tilted his head towards the co-pilot's chair.

You grinned and nodded. "Sure, let me just grab something real quick." You happily strode to your storage locker and quickly punched in the code, instinctively squatting down to the box at the bottom, only to pause and tilt the box towards you when the item you were looking for wasn't there. "Hey, Tech?" You called over your shoulder.

"Yes?" He answered nonchalantly, never taking his eyes off the device in his hand.

You sighed and started sifting through other shelves in your locker. "Have you seen my datapad? The files I wanted to show you are on it and I can't find it."

"Oh, yes, my apologies." Tech's voice had you turning to face him, and you sighed with relief when he jokingly waved it at her in one hand. "I found it when cleaning and decided to take a look, since you seem to be an ever-evolving well of information."

You laughed and grabbed the datapad from him, plopping down in the seat next to him and smiled. "You can thank my long list of contacts and a friend who works in data collection." You tapped the folder labeled ISM and perused the documents while idly sparking conversation. "So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Oh, right-" Tech could feel anxiety starting to bubble and rise to the surface. Did he really want to follow through with this? He could easily back out now and have no repercussions, but... he couldn't resist the curiosity and the burning desire of knowing that he was right. He needed to be right, because he needed you, especially after knowing what you loved reading in your off hours. The topics he discovered were indescribably fascinating - and everything mentioned were subjects he'd love to explore on and with you.

He cleared his throat and returned to his casual, matter-of-fact tone. "Are you familiar with fiction novels?" You glanced up at him and nodded before returning to your search for the documents you were after. "I was looking at a study that insisted that fiction writing can expand one's imagination and aid in gaining the ability to visualize quite easily. I wanted to hear your thoughts on the matter."

You hummed curiously and set the datapad aside, folding your arms over your chest and crossing one leg over the other. "Absolutely. While non-fiction educates, fiction allows you to explore things that may not be fact, but can broaden your horizons to different perspectives. Or, you can use it purely for your own entertainment. Escapism is quite prominent, especially for those in stressful professions."

Tech clicked his tongue, then prompted another question. "So, do you use fiction as an escape from reality?"

You shrugged. "Sometimes. I think it's nice to be able to sit back and imagine places and scenarios that you couldn't ever explore or entertain in real life."

"Or relationships." Tech tested, and you blinked silently out of confusion.

"I'm... sorry?"

"Relationships." He reiterated. "Wouldn't you say you could also envision yourself with an ideal partner - perhaps one that closely resembles another you might know?"

You squinted at him, and the gears began turning in your head. It didn't take much out of his questioning to know that something was up. "Alright, out with it, Tech. What did you read?"

He didn't hesitate to get to the point. "When I turned on your datapad, there was already a novel opened, and out of curiosity, I skimmed it over, thinking it was an educational article or something of the like, but I was mistaken." He could see the realization dawning on your face, and you sunk into the chair, trying to disappear.

"No... please tell me it wasn't-"

"Erotic fiction?" You groaned and he couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, you really should be mindful of what tabs you keep open. You never know who will accidentally stumble across it."

You rubbed your face with your hands and made all efforts to avoid any direct eye contact with the other, who now had so much ammunition to taunt and tease you, that you were almost one hundred percent certain you were going to die of sheer embarrassment. "Fuck me..."

"Is that a request?" The question slid off Tech's tongue like butter, and you almost didn't believe it if you hadn't heard it with your own ears.

"W-What?"

He pushed himself up to stand from his seat and slowly paced over to you, leaning over and placing his hands on the arm rests of your own chair, effectively boxing you in. "I said," He repeated, his voice dipping slightly lower. "Is that a request?" His words sent a shiver down your spine and you had no choice but to make eye contact with him. His warm brown eyes pierced your own, and he had this unwavering confidence - the very same type of confidence he held whenever he had an objective that he wanted to complete.

"You're not answering me, mesh'la." Tech mused and could see the absolutely stunned look in your eyes, and the way they were wildly shifting from side to side in an attempt to give yourself time to think. Since you didn't seem to mind what he was currently doing, he decided to take it up a notch and use his thumb and index finger to hold your chin and force you to maintain visuals on him and him alone. You swallowed a thick lump in your throat at the gentle yet firm grip he had which was completely contradicted by the teasing sparkle - that faint hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Do..." You mustered up the courage to speak after what felt like ages. "Do you, um... want to?"

Tech hummed softly and released your chin, returning back to his previous position of keeping you boxed into your seat. "What do you think?"

You pursed your lips and really took in what was happening. You made a joking remark, but Tech made the initiative and gave you the chance for it not to be a joke... and you had been infatuated with him for a long while - never having said a word about it to anyone. Did that mean he really did like you back? If so, what made him take the plunge?

"I think..." He nodded attentively as you tried to gather your thoughts. "Y-You do."

And in return, a knowing smile. "What evidence do you have?"

"You took the initiative... mentioned my uh... books, and when I made a joke, you turned it around into a sexual advance so..." You swallowed the last ounce of nervousness in you as you came to your final conclusion. "So... yeah. You want to fuck me."

Tech smirked. "That's correct. Very well done." He leaned over and whispered into your ear. "You're not subtle," He murmured and placed a gentle kiss just below your ear, then another down on your jaw, and continued to trail them downward towards the crook. He relished the little shaky breaths you had each time his lips touched your skin. "I know all those men in your books were supposed to replace me."

You sucked in a sharp gasp as he playfully nipped you at the bottom of your neck, just above your collar. "N-Now you're just assuming!"

He snickered and came up to meet your gaze. "Oh, am I?" He chided. "Male, tall stature, slender build, optical wear, brown hair, brown eyes, and occasionally stories that portray him as a military soldier." Your cheeks burned brighter with each point of evidence he provided. "That describes me quite well, does it not? Besides, it's not like I didn't see your attempts at being noticed."

Tech brought a hand up and caressed your cheek, never breaking eye contact. "I see the way you try to be in closer proximity to me... how you always engage with my interests despite them being of no interest to yourself... and let's not forget the light teasing on occasion." You finally felt a wave of relief wash over you and you let out a short giggle.

"You're too easy to mess with, what else can I say?"

"Oh, really?" Tech smirked and lessened the distance between you both, your noses only mere millimeters from touching. "I think we're about to find out just how much I can tease you." His lips ghosted over yours. "And I have all the ideas in the galaxy, thanks to your wonderful library." Before you could respond, he closed the gap and his lips met yours. They were gentle, but firm, and the sensation made you ease back into the chair and wrap your arms around his neck to pull the cheeky clone closer. He hummed with satisfaction and teased between your lips with his tongue, asking for permission to go further. You instantly parted your lips and moaned as his tongue danced with yours like how a cantina dancer gracefully does on the poles.

When you finally parted, both of you were a panting mess, and a string of saliva connected you two by your bottom lips. As he gazed down at you, he had this new lustful hunger when he looked at you, and it made you drag him back in for another messy kiss.

"Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?" You mused as you his breaths tickled your cheekbones. Tech chuckled deeply and planted a kiss on your left cheek.

"I believe there's a term for women who are attracted to intelligence-" You jokingly smacked his shoulder and he tutted a short laugh before returning to his desired objective. You.

"Why don't I show you what else I'm capable of?"

He then proceeded to trail kisses down your neck, hands moving off the arm rests so one could settle on your hip, and the other began to caress your upper thigh. He started from the outside and slowly kneaded and massaged his fingers inward until they got to where your legs were tightly pressed together. With a soft 'tsk', he teased his fingers just over your clothed crotch as he sucked on your pulse, which pulled a long, appreciative moan and you instinctively spread your legs to give him easier access.

"Good girl." He purred as he used the space to unbutton your cargo pants. He pulled them down, and you aided him by lifting your hips so he could get them all the way off, along with your panties and work boots - leaving you bare from the waist down.

With no time to waste, he dropped to his knees, and hooked his hands under your ankles so he could move your legs to rest over his shoulders. Without warning, he tugged you closer by getting a firm hold around your thighs, making you gasp. With this position you could only watch as he dared to venture where you only imagined in your wildest dreams. Except now, he's determined to make it a reality.

It started as soft, almost butterfly-like kisses starting close to where your lower thighs met his ears. He turned his head so he could begin his conquest, his lips traversing further upward, and sending tingles through your entire body. You gripped the arm rests, unable to keep your eyes off of the slow, sensual show he was putting on for you. It was near impossible to believe that this could be the Tech you knew. However, you sure weren't going to question it, especially as his lips met the inner most area of your thigh, just inches shy of your now aching cunt that was pulsing at the wonderful sensations that he blessed your body with.

"Mm... Tech~" You groaned, biting your lip in frustration. He wasn't putting his attention where you wanted him to, and he knew that all too well.

"Oh, my apologies-" He smirked before placing another kiss, just below your naval. "I assumed you liked being brought to the edge of your seat," he then chuckled lowly to himself, amused by hiw own wording. "Quite literally, if I may add."

You huffed and glared down at him. While your usual self would adore his play on words, your blantantly horny side had no appreciation for his word play. You didn't want to be teased with words. No, you wanted his tongue to be put to work elsewhere.

"Tech I swear-" Your impending threat was cut off by him sliding his tongue up through your folds, stopping just at your clit and wrapping his lips around it, sucking on it for good measure. "Oh fuck~" Your thighs instinctively squeezed shut, but Tech's firm grip prevented you from moving in any way, shape, or form.

After tormenting your clit with his tongue and rendering you near breathless, he shifted his focus down just a tad bit further, and slipped the tip of his wet muscle against the entrance of your now soaking wet pussy. As he got a real good taste of you, he groaned in delight. The sensation of his warm breath and tongue tickling your insides caused you to throw your head back and give a broken moan, bucking your hips to no avail.

"T-Tech please... I can't take anymore..."

He finally parted from your folds, a bit of your own juices on his chin and plenty more on his lips, which he licked off with ease. Despite his goggles being lightly fogged up from his physical efforts, you could see how he gazed up at you with a playfulness only you two shared.

"An what would you like me to do?" He wondered and easily listed off options, the words rolling off his tongue like a smooth synth ale would down one's throat. "Continue to lavish you with my mouth until you're in blissful tears or would you rather I mercilessly fuck you again and again until you can't cum anymore?"

Your pupils were blown wide, the imagery making you involuntarily suck in a breath and shudder. Was this really the same introverted brainiac who found pleasure in reading science publications?

Your momentary lapse in focus was quickly remedied by a little flick of his thumb against your clit, stirring a whine out of you as you looked at him.

"Please..." You urged, hoping he would make the next move. However, his sinister little smirk revealed that he most certainly wouldn't.

"Please what, mesh'la?" You tried to shift your hips, but Tech held them firmly in place. "Ah, ah, ah. Use your words~"

You couldn't take it anymore. You needed him, and you needed him now.

"Let me cum, Tech, please!" You whined and tried to coax him closer by digging your heel into his back, which seemed to be just the right push he needed, because he instantly went back to your aching cunt, devouring you and savoring your taste as if you were his last meal. Between his tongue reaching deep inside, the gorgeous sounds of him drinking up your pleasure, and his moans sending vibrations into your core, you were riding cloud nine and reaching your peak very, very fast.

You tried to warn him but even you couldn't anticipate your coil rapidly winding up only to snap as quickly as it began, sending you into the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced in a long time. You wailed with pure ecstasy and Tech teased your clit to ride you through your high, enjoying the way you arched your back and cried out his name with such passion and bliss.

As you slowly came down from your orgasm, you watched as Tech carefully removed your legs from off his shoulders and he got up to plant gentle kisses on your cheeks, and one on your forehead for good measure. As you finally could focus, you gazed at him with a mixture of happiness and exhaustion.

"I hope that made up for me digging through your library~" Tech chided and nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you giggle softly.

"Hm... I think you need to help me get to the refresher and change first. Then you're off the hook."

Tech laughed brightly and gave a quick kiss on your lips. "As you wish."

[Bonus]

"Alright, we're back." Hunter huffed as he and Wrecker dropped the crates into the storage area of the Marauder. When the leader made his way to the cockpit, he was surprised to only see Tech casually reading in his usual seat. "Where's our plus one?"

Tech glanced up and nodded towards their rooms. "She's taking a nap in my rack. She was really tired, I suppose."

Hunter hummed curiously. "Really? She seemed fine to me."

The engineer simply shrugged, trying not to let himself break his facade. "Well, whatever the case is, she needed rest."

Hunter gave Tech a skeptical glance but walked away without another word. He knew what really happened. He could smell it as soon as he entered the cockpit. Despite Tech's best efforts, you can't get rid of the scent without bombarding the room with chemicals and there was no way in hell that would've happened.

As Hunter returned to the others, Echo looked around as well.

"Where is she?"

Hunter scoffed a tiny laugh. "Guess her and Tech-" he noticed Omega walking in last and corrected his phrasing. "Had some fun while we were out. She's resting."

Echo smirked and shook his head. "Who knew the guy had it in him?"

They both quietly laughed and went to go put away their newly bought goods.

"Not me, that's for sure."

Chapter Text

The Marauder's landing on Ord Mantell signaled yet another borderline successful errand for Cid, and another fraction of their freedom gained - which was always a cause for celebration. And with the dwindling debt that was remaining left the group of misfit clones and yourself an opportunity to really stock the ship with gloriously delicious goods that were ten times better than those bland rations and the occasional meiloorun fruit.

"Finally, some real food!" Wrecker bellowed out excitedly, pumping two fists in the air while Omega followed up with a little 'whoop whoop!'. Both you and Hunter chuckled at the pure joy that was radiating off of the rest of the crew like a super nova.

The leader leaned up against one of the storage racks near the docking ramp and crossed his arms over his chest, giving a knowing smile to the rest of the lot. "I'm guessing there won't be any objections to a market run this time?"

"If possible," Tech turned around in the pilot's chair and adjusted his signature goggles. "I'd like to pick up some new repair tools, if there's credits to spare." He gestured towards the rusted tool chest that sat at the bottom of the storage unit Hunter was leaning on. The tools definitely have seen better days. "I'm not sure how much longer those will last."

That was something you admired about Tech. Despite the chance to splurge on himself, he offered up a solution to a bigger problem. Some believed he was selfish, but it was moments like these that really spoke about his character. Sure, he had the cocky, know-it-all persona, but at the end of the day, that's all it was. Clone Force 99 were all intended on being the same, but they couldn't be anymore different from each other. And now that they have the chance to live their life without fighting, they're adding on new characteristics and really making themselves comfortable as best as they could.

Hunter's voice broke through your thoughts as he curtly answered the question. "Good call, Tech. We'll ease back on the food spending. You got an idea of what you might want?"

"Obviously." Tech chirped back instantly, leaning down and reaching under the cockpit chair to grab a datapad. "As long as it isn't made of any corrosive metals or dirt cheap, they should suffice until we can afford something better. I'd rather not risk injury with the ones we currently have."

"Got it." Hunter nodded as he was handed he datapad. Tech elaborated, "That's a list of the metals and merchants you should avoid. I've had my fair share of arguments regarding their prices, and they can't be reasoned with."

That earned a playful scoff out of Echo. "Shady traders making bad deals? What else is new?" He chided, and Hunter lightly elbowed him with a grin.

"Alright. Let's go. The sooner we leave, the sooner we get back."

You hummed happily, walking in step behind them, but paused at the top of the loading ramp when you noticed that the lovable brainiac wasn't tagging along. You leaned back to peek your head in and raised a brow curiously. "You coming, Tech?"

"Me?" Tech looked up from where he had already begun to inspect the cockpit control panels and gave you an inquisitive look. "I never go on those supply runs. It's a waste of my own time, since I hardly understand the logic of the merchants' dealings, nor do I have the charisma to... how did Hunter put it?" He scoffed to himself and sat up on the ground to give you his full attention. "Ah yes. I don't have the capability to schmooze my way into a good bargain. I leave that to Hunter. He's much better at it than I am."

"Ahh, so that's why you gave him the datapad, huh?" You noted, and Tech nodded in confirmation. "I figured it was more of a let's divide and conquer strategy."

Tech shrugged. "We tried that method before, but like I said... my strategies don't work when chaos reigns over that place." He shudders. "It's an absolute mad house in that market, and I want nothing to do with it."

You burst into a fit of laughter and waved him off. "Alright, fair enough. You want me to grab you any snacks before Wrecker spends the whole thing on junk food for him and Omega?"

He gave a genuine smile and shook his head. "No, thank you. I actually like the rations."

"Makes sense. A bland snack for a bland man." You chided cheekily, and he simply rolled his eyes and ducked back under the control panel. Satisfied, you leapt out of the Marauder as soon as Hunter called your name out. They were already a little ways away from the ship, but you made up the distance relatively quickly.

And now, that left Tech all alone.

While he was inspecting the control panel, he noticed that some of the wiring was becoming exposed from the aged casing that used to protect the circuitry. Like second nature, he pulled out the comm link on his belt and brought it to his lips. "Hunter, be sure to grab some electrical tape. We have some exposed wires that need to be taken care of."

"Copy, Tech. We shouldn't be more than an hour or two."

Tech chuffed a little laugh. "We both know that's not true, but take your time. I can find other ways to be useful until you get back."

He cut the communication and placed the comm link back in it's little clip on his belt, then got out from under the control panel. He stood up and took a stroll around the Marauder, hoping to find something - anything - to keep himself occupied until the team got back. Fortunately, a chaotic crew comes with unbelievable messes. When Tech got closer to the back of the ship, near Omega's little makeshift cot, he nearly tripped over open containers and loose weaponry (thank the Maker they weren't live weapons).

"For the love of-" Tech groaned as he managed to stabilize himself and glared down at the horrific mess. "How in Maker's name do they manage this?!"

And so, he spent the next half hour reorganizing the ship and putting everything back in it's rightful place. It was fairly easy once he was able to get a system of storing things chalked up. Scraps in one bin, ammunition and weaponry in another, and so on. After he had finished the storage lockers, Tech moved onto their rooms. Hunter and Wrecker had no qualms with Tech going into their rooms, or cleaning them for that matter. Echo, on the other hand, had a bone to pick with him after Tech accidentally moved some calibration tools for his modified arm and the former reg couldn't find them. That, to no one's surprise, was the same day Tech stopped cleaning Echo's space. Omega's space was small enough as is, and was personalized to her liking, so he dared not touch it. Besides... as Hunter had told him numerous times, she's a child, and children are bound to keep their rooms a mess. You just gotta deal with it.

And by the end of it all, the only thing left to clean was your personal storage rack. Since you had an apartment near Cid's establishment, you didn't need any sort of living space aboard the Marauder. Though, the Batch was kind enough to give you a little space to store things that you might need when you're off traveling with them on jobs for Cid from time to time. As an informant - Cid's informant - it was your job to make sure the cargo came back, and have a valid reason if it didn't. However, you came to find your job to be much more than that. Working with the former GAR soldiers gave you a newfound appreciation for the simpler things you had long forgotten when settling in on Ord Mantell.

Your presence also impacted them, which only some of them came to admit after a few months.

Tech was one of the ones who kept silent about his overall perception of you. Not because he didn't like you. Quite the opposite, actually. He saw you as not just a companion, but someone whom he could share his interests with quite confidently in comparison to his brothers. You didn't judge him when he went on insanely long tangents about Maker knows what. You listened, engaged, and participated in various conversations he could have only ever dreamed of having with the others, and it was a cathartic release for his ever growing passion in all things science. Even if you didn't quite understand what he talked about, you were still there to lend an ear. Which, honestly, made it that much better. He could teach and not be mocked. Well... mostly. You still teased him from time to time - but it wasn't like he didn't like it. He most certainly did.

And this posed the question: should he go through your things? He had never done so previously, and he wasn't sure if this breached some form of privacy. Although, you hardly brought much on the ship to begin with, so it's not like there would be much to clean right? All he had to do was check to make sure everything was in tip top shape.

And that's what he did. When he entered the access code for the locker, it swished open to reveal that most of it was actually fairly well maintained, except for a very messy stack of things in a box by his feet. Tech knelt down by the box and pulled it out, letting curiosity get the better of him.

The box had random spare cables, a soldering tool, frayed rope, chunks of spare metal, and a datapad sitting on top of it all. Tech picked up the device and turned it on. He was met with a wall of text as soon as it was activated, so he naturally skimmed through it. However, he paused halfway through when he realized that this wasn't any form of maintenance manual or informative article. No, this was far from that.

It was a fiction story. Erotic fiction - if the phrase burning desire followed by very graphic details about intercourse were anything to go by - that made the poor engineer's cheeks and the tip of his ears burn.

"What in Maker's name-" He backed out of the story to find similar novels by various authors, in a folder titled R&R. That got an amused tut out of Tech. "That's a little more than just R&R." He murmured and read the description of a different novel. As he did so, something stuck out to him.

The main character sounded a lot like him. Not that there was any possible way it was about him - how could it be? But the similarities in general appearance and the brief personality summary hit a little too close to home. He decided to read the description of another one, and to his shock it had an eerily similar premise, but a different setting.

Put 2 and 2 together and...

Tech finally understood. These "protagonists" obviously weren't him, but they were as close to him as any fictional character in these novels could get. These similar books, your recent behavior and attempting to be in closer proximity day after day with him... it was all starting to make sense. To chalk it up to the most basic explanation for himself: you liked him.

"Tech."

The clone shook his head out of his thoughts when his comm link crackled to life. He quickly turned off the datapad and dropped it back into the box, kicking it into the closet, and sealing it shut.

"Techhh." Your voice repeated in a jokingly annoyed tone. He grabbed the comm and quickly picked up.

"Yes?"

"You alright? I tried to reach you four times."

Tech's eyes widened. "Four?" Was he really that distracted by what he had been reading? "My apologies. What do you need?"

"Oh, I just wanted to let you know that I'm coming back early. The boys are taking forever, and Omega convinced Wrecker to go on a hunt for exotic snacks. Figured I would come rest and just hang out. Need help with any repairs?"

Tech chuckled at the information. It wasn't shocking that the team got distracted and prolonged their shopping trip. "I see. Well, we can't do any repairs until Hunter brings me those tools and some tape, so I suppose we'll just relax until they get back."

"Copy. Oh-" Your excited change in pitch never ceased to amuse him. "I read up on some new Imperial security measures that are being put into effect. I can show you how to bypass them in case you guys are ever in a pinch."

The mention of reading gave Tech an idea. A very stupid, very impromptu idea. However, given the knowledge he had under his belt... the odds of this impulse decision leading to something positive were fairly high. He was willing to gamble.

"Much appreciated! I actually read up on something while you were gone and would like to run something by you when you get back."

"Cool! See you in a few then."

The connection cut out and Tech leaned against the wall, letting his head fall back to hit the metal with a 'clang' echoing through the practically uninhabited ship.

This better end well, or Maker knows he's about to face the wrath of you and his brothers - maybe even Cid.

"Tech, I'm back!" You called as you ran up the loading ramp and into the Marauder. You peeped down the long corridor towards the cockpit to see the goggled clone leaned back in the pilot's seat, feet kicked up on the locked control panel, and reading a datapad with his usual stoic expression he had whenever he was in focus mode. When you lightly cleared your throat, he looked up at you and gave the same half smile he always did when you graced him with your presence.

"Welcome back. Come take a seat." He tilted his head towards the co-pilot's chair.

You grinned and nodded. "Sure, let me just grab something real quick." You happily strode to your storage locker and quickly punched in the code, instinctively squatting down to the box at the bottom, only to pause and tilt the box towards you when the item you were looking for wasn't there. "Hey, Tech?" You called over your shoulder.

"Yes?" He answered nonchalantly, never taking his eyes off the device in his hand.

You sighed and started sifting through other shelves in your locker. "Have you seen my datapad? The files I wanted to show you are on it and I can't find it."

"Oh, yes, my apologies." Tech's voice had you turning to face him, and you sighed with relief when he jokingly waved it at you in one hand. "I found it when cleaning and decided to take a look, since you seem to be an ever-evolving well of information."

You laughed and grabbed the datapad from him, plopping down in the seat next to him and smiled. "You can thank my long list of contacts and a friend who works in data collection." You tapped the folder labeled ISM and perused the documents while idly sparking conversation. "So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Oh, right-" Tech could feel anxiety starting to bubble and rise to the surface. Did he really want to follow through with this? He could easily back out now and have no repercussions, but... he couldn't resist the curiosity and the burning desire of knowing that he was right. He needed to be right, because he needed you, especially after knowing what you loved reading in your off hours. The topics he discovered were indescribably fascinating - and everything mentioned were subjects he'd love to explore on and with you.

He cleared his throat and returned to his casual, matter-of-fact tone. "Are you familiar with fiction novels?" You glanced up at him and nodded before returning to your search for the documents you were after. "I was looking at a study that insisted that fiction writing can expand one's imagination and aid in gaining the ability to visualize quite easily. I wanted to hear your thoughts on the matter."

You hummed curiously and set the datapad aside, folding your arms over your chest and crossing one leg over the other. "Absolutely. While non-fiction educates, fiction allows you to explore things that may not be fact, but can broaden your horizons to different perspectives. Or, you can use it purely for your own entertainment. Escapism is quite prominent, especially for those in stressful professions."

Tech clicked his tongue, then prompted another question. "So, do you use fiction as an escape from reality?"

You shrugged. "Sometimes. I think it's nice to be able to sit back and imagine places and scenarios that you couldn't ever explore or entertain in real life."

"Or relationships." Tech tested, and you blinked silently out of confusion.

"I'm... sorry?"

"Relationships." He reiterated. "Wouldn't you say you could also envision yourself with an ideal partner - perhaps one that closely resembles another you might know?"

You squinted at him, and the gears began turning in your head. It didn't take much out of his questioning to know that something was up. "Alright, out with it, Tech. What did you read?"

He didn't hesitate to get to the point. "When I turned on your datapad, there was already a novel opened, and out of curiosity, I skimmed it over, thinking it was an educational article or something of the like, but I was mistaken." He could see the realization dawning on your face, and you sunk into the chair, trying to disappear.

"No... please tell me it wasn't-"

"Erotic fiction?" You groaned and he couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, you really should be mindful of what tabs you keep open. You never know who will accidentally stumble across it."

You rubbed your face with your hands and made all efforts to avoid any direct eye contact with the other, who now had so much ammunition to taunt and tease you, that you were almost one hundred percent certain you were going to die of sheer embarrassment. "Fuck me..."

"Is that a request?" The question slid off Tech's tongue like butter, and you almost didn't believe it if you hadn't heard it with your own ears.

"W-What?"

He pushed himself up to stand from his seat and slowly paced over to you, leaning over and placing his hands on the arm rests of your own chair, effectively boxing you in. "I said," He repeated, his voice dipping slightly lower. "Is that a request?" His words sent a shiver down your spine and you had no choice but to make eye contact with him. His warm brown eyes pierced your own, and he had this unwavering confidence - the very same type of confidence he held whenever he had an objective that he wanted to complete.

"You're not answering me, mesh'la." Tech mused and could see the absolutely stunned look in your eyes, and the way they were wildly shifting from side to side in an attempt to give yourself time to think. Since you didn't seem to mind what he was currently doing, he decided to take it up a notch and use his thumb and index finger to hold your chin and force you to maintain visuals on him and him alone. You swallowed a thick lump in your throat at the gentle yet firm grip he had which was completely contradicted by the teasing sparkle - that faint hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Do..." You mustered up the courage to speak after what felt like ages. "Do you, um... want to?"

Tech hummed softly and released your chin, returning back to his previous position of keeping you boxed into your seat. "What do you think?"

You pursed your lips and really took in what was happening. You made a joking remark, but Tech made the initiative and gave you the chance for it not to be a joke... and you had been infatuated with him for a long while - never having said a word about it to anyone. Did that mean he really did like you back? If so, what made him take the plunge?

"I think..." He nodded attentively as you tried to gather your thoughts. "Y-You do."

And in return, a knowing smile. "What evidence do you have?"

"You took the initiative... mentioned my uh... books, and when I made a joke, you turned it around into a sexual advance so..." You swallowed the last ounce of nervousness in you as you came to your final conclusion. "So... yeah. You want to fuck me."

Tech smirked. "That's correct. Very well done." He leaned over and whispered into your ear. "You're not subtle," He murmured and placed a gentle kiss just below your ear, then another down on your jaw, and continued to trail them downward towards the crook. He relished the little shaky breaths you had each time his lips touched your skin. "I know all those men in your books were supposed to replace me."

You sucked in a sharp gasp as he playfully nipped you at the bottom of your neck, just above your collar. "N-Now you're just assuming!"

He snickered and came up to meet your gaze. "Oh, am I?" He chided. "Male, tall stature, slender build, optical wear, brown hair, brown eyes, and occasionally stories that portray him as a military soldier." Your cheeks burned brighter with each point of evidence he provided. "That describes me quite well, does it not? Besides, it's not like I didn't see your attempts at being noticed."

Tech brought a hand up and caressed your cheek, never breaking eye contact. "I see the way you try to be in closer proximity to me... how you always engage with my interests despite them being of no interest to yourself... and let's not forget the light teasing on occasion." You finally felt a wave of relief wash over you and you let out a short chuckle.

"You're too easy to mess with, what else can I say?"

"Oh, really?" Tech smirked and lessened the distance between you both, your noses only mere millimeters from touching. "I think we're about to find out just how much I can tease you." His lips ghosted over yours. "And I have all the ideas in the galaxy, thanks to your wonderful library." Before you could respond, he closed the gap and his lips met yours. They were gentle, but firm, and the sensation made you ease back into the chair and wrap your arms around his neck to pull the cheeky clone closer. He hummed with satisfaction and teased between your lips with his tongue, asking for permission to go further. You instantly parted your lips and moaned as his tongue danced with yours like how a cantina dancer gracefully does on the poles.

When you finally parted, both of you were a panting mess, and a string of saliva connected you two by your bottom lips. As he gazed down at you, he had this new lustful hunger when he looked at you, and it made you drag him back in for another messy kiss.

"Where the hell did you learn to kiss like that?" You mused as you his breaths tickled your cheekbones. Tech chuckled deeply and planted a kiss on your left cheek.

"I'm not just going to give you all of my secrets-" You jokingly smacked his shoulder and he tutted a short laugh before returning to his desired objective. You.

"Why don't I show you what else I'm capable of?"

He then proceeded to trail kisses down your neck, hands moving off the arm rests so one could settle on your hip, and the other began to caress your upper thigh. He started from the outside and slowly kneaded and massaged his fingers inward until they got to where your legs were tightly pressed together. With a soft 'tsk', he teased his fingers just over your clothed crotch as he sucked on your pulse, which pulled a long, appreciative moan and you instinctively spread your legs to give him easier access.

"Good man." He purred as he used the space to unbutton your cargo pants. He pulled them down, and you aided him by lifting your hips so he could get them all the way off, along with your underwear and work boots - leaving you bare from the waist down, and revealed your half-hard cock to him.

With no time to waste, he dropped to his knees, and hooked his hands under your ankles so he could move your legs to rest over his shoulders. Without warning, he tugged you closer by getting a firm hold around your thighs, making you gasp. With this position you could only watch as he dared to venture where you only imagined in your wildest dreams. Except now, he's determined to make it a reality.

It started as soft, almost butterfly-like kisses starting close to where your lower thighs met his ears. He turned his head so he could begin his conquest, his lips traversing further upward, and sending tingles through your entire body. You gripped the arm rests, unable to keep your eyes off of the slow, sensual show he was putting on for you. It was near impossible to believe that this could be the Tech you knew. However, you sure weren't going to question it, especially as his lips met the inner most area of your thigh, just inches shy of your throbbing cock that was pulsing at the wonderful sensations that he blessed your body with.

"Mm... Tech~" You groaned, biting your lip in frustration. He wasn't putting his attention where you wanted him to, and he knew that all too well.

"Oh, my apologies-" He smirked before placing another kiss, right next to the crease where your thighs met your hips. "I assumed you liked being brought to the edge of your seat," he then chuckled lowly to himself, amused by his own wording. "Quite literally, if I may add."

You huffed and glared down at him. While your usual self would adore his play on words, your blatantly horny side had no appreciation for his word play. You didn't want to be teased with words. No, you wanted his mouthe to be put to work elsewhere.

"Tech I swear-" Your impending threat was cut off by him sliding his tongue up along the underside of your cock, stopping as he reached the head and took it in his mouth, teasing the slit with the tip of his wet muscle. "Oh fuck~" Your thighs instinctively squeezed shut, but Tech's firm grip prevented you from moving in any way, shape, or form.

After tormenting the head with his tongue and rendering you near breathless, he shifted his focus down just a tad bit further, and flicked his tongue against that sensitive sweet spot just under the head. As he felt you shuddering and attempting to quiet yourself, he groaned in delight. The sensation of his warm breath and tongue tickling your shaft caused you to throw your head back and give a broken moan, bucking your hips to no avail.

"T-Tech please... I can't take anymore..."

He finally parted from you, a bit of his own saliva had coated his lips and threatened to drip out of the corner of his mouth, which he licked upf with ease. Despite his goggles being lightly fogged up from his physical efforts, you could see how he gazed up at you with a playfulness only you two shared.

"An what would you like me to do?" He wondered and easily listed off options, the words rolling off his tongue like a smooth synth ale would down one's throat. "Continue to lavish you with my mouth until you're in blissful tears or would you rather I mercilessly fuck you again and again until you can't cum anymore?"

Your pupils were blown wide, the imagery making you involuntarily suck in a breath and shudder. Was this really the same introverted brainiac who found pleasure in reading science publications?

Your momentary lapse in focus was quickly remedied by his hand carefully stroking up and down your length, stirring a whine out of you as you looked at him.

"Please..." You urged, hoping he would make the next move. However, his sinister little smirk revealed that he most certainly wouldn't.

"Please what, mesh'la?" You tried to shift your hips, but Tech held them firmly in place. "Ah, ah, ah. Use your words~"

You couldn't take it anymore. You needed him to do something, anything.

"Let me cum, Tech, please!" You whined and tried to coax him closer by digging your heel into his back, which seemed to be just the right push he needed, because he instantly went back to your aching cock, taking the whole thing in his mouth almost as if he had done this a dozen times. Between his tongue caressing the underside, the gorgeous sounds of him drinking up your pleasure, and his moans sending vibrations down your length, you were riding cloud nine and reaching your peak very, very fast. Your hand instinctively reached out and combed your fingers into his hair, tugging him down. His deep moan had you quivering as he gripped your thighs and allowed you to continue fucking his throat.

You tried to warn him but even you couldn't anticipate your coil rapidly winding up only to snap as quickly as it began, sending you into the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced in a long time. "Tech!" You cried with pure ecstasy and pulled his head down one last time to shoot your load down his awaiting throat.

As you slowly came down from your orgasm, you watched as Tech carefully removed your cock from his mouth and sucked in a sharp breath while taking your legs off his shoulders. He gazed up at you with a mixture of adoration and utter bliss, and if you hadn't just been completely spent, you might've gotten hard just by watching him lick his lips clean of any cum that might have tried to escape. He chuckled amusingly at your fucked-out expression and got up to plant gentle kisses on your cheeks, and one on your forehead for good measure. As you could finally focus, you looked up at him with a gentle smile

"I hope that made up for me digging through your library~" Tech chided and nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you snicker softly.

"Hm... I think you need to help me get to the refresher and change first. Then you're off the hook."

Tech laughed brightly and gave a quick kiss on your lips. "As you wish."

[Bonus]

"Alright, we're back." Hunter huffed as he and Wrecker dropped the crates into the storage area of the Marauder. When the leader made his way to the cockpit, he was surprised to only see Tech casually reading in his usual seat. "Where's our plus one?"

Tech glanced up and nodded towards their rooms. "He's taking a nap in my rack. He was really tired, I suppose."

Hunter hummed curiously. "Really? He seemed fine to me."

The engineer simply shrugged, trying not to let himself break his façade. "Well, whatever the case is, he needed rest."

Hunter gave Tech a skeptical glance but walked away without another word. He knew what really happened. He could smell it as soon as he entered the cockpit. Despite Tech's best efforts, you can't get rid of the scent without bombarding the room with chemicals and there was no way in hell that would've happened.

As Hunter returned to the others, Echo looked around as well.

"Where is he?"

Hunter scoffed a tiny laugh. "Guess he and Tech-" he noticed Omega walking in last and corrected his phrasing. "Had some fun while we were out. He's resting."

Echo smirked and shook his head. "Who knew the guy had it in him?"

They both quietly laughed and went to go put away their newly bought goods.

"Not me, that's for sure."

Chapter Text

[0630 hours | Ord Mantell | Hideout Point Bravo]

Going to the planet Serrano was not what you had initially been expecting. When you had been invited to tag along by Crosshair to help the team collect untold treasures from Count Dooku's palace, you were anticipating a fun, sneaky heist, which then turned into the ultimate clusterfuck of the past few weeks. Tech broke his femur, Omega was in her adventure phase, and the team didn't have any sort of cargo to return to Cid. Probably one of the worst outcomes that could have come out of this situation - aside from, you know, everyone dying.

No one was happy in either party. So waking up the next morning in Crosshair's rack and the clone himself was missing made for an equally shitty morning. You just wanted to lay there and cuddle after that disaster, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Fortunately, you had an idea as to where he was. It just took some extra self-convincing to push yourself up and out of bed to get dressed and find him.

You put on some standard civilian clothes, neglecting your armor pieces and letting them sit at the foot of Crosshair's rack, then tugged on your work boots so you could sneak off the Marauder and go exploring.

The location the Batch hid at was close enough to the trading port to go to Cid's establishment, but remote enough not to be spotted by any of the locals, in case the former GAR soldiers were being hunted down. There were many reasons why you were allowed to remain, but the most prominent one was that you had gotten very cozy with the icy veined sniper - who wasn't actually as cold blooded as he attempted to be. No, he was fairly warm when it came to those he cared about. (i.e. The Batch and yourself)

It only took a few minutes of hiking down a faded trail to find Crosshair, doing various forms of target practice with the makeshift range he had built over the last few months they had been working for Cid. He had reflector disks placed along some of the trees, and targets in the strangest locations that were hard to make out, likely for that specific reason. He always did have a knack for catching things most usually wouldn't.

You waited until he took his final shot before slowly walking over and stood behind him as he straightened his posture, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling your face into his back. The marksman chuckled softly and glanced over his shoulder as he rested a hand on top of yours and set his rifle down with the other.

"I thought you were going to sleep in?" He wondered with a faint hint of amusement in his typically monotonous voice.

"Kind of hard to do that when I don't have my favorite pillow." You mused in return, squeezing your arms as an embrace, and he hummed a little laugh.

"Ah, yes, because that's all I am to you. An object." He chided and turned around to fully face you. "I'm not one for laying in bed. You know that."

"Yeah, yeah..." You rolled your eyes and looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest. "But you also don't have to be out here this early."

There it was, Crosshair's tiny smile that he only showed to those he trusted, and only in rare circumstances. Unless he was with you - then it wasn't so rare, though still very much appreciated.

"I need to keep my skills sharp. You never know what can happen." He reasoned. "There's no harm in a little target practice."

"True." You both turned to face the range, and he held an arm around your waist as he kept you close to him at his side. This whole setup he made for himself was rather intriguing, but you wouldn't know the first thing about successfully hitting those shots that he practiced every morning. You never had to shoot a gun before, and certainly not a modified one like Crosshair's. Although... if you were going to be around the Batch and tagging along on missions more often, maybe you should get some shooting lessons.

"Hey, Crosshair-" You looked up at him and him down at you with a curious gaze. "Could you teach me how to shoot?"

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?" His gaze narrowed, slightly skeptical of your request. You didn't blame him. You'd feel the same way if someone suddenly asked that out of the blue.

"Why not?" You questioned. "I need to protect myself if we ever get separated, and who better than the deadliest shot in the galaxy?"

He chuckled lightly and tightened his grip around your waist. "Hard to argue with that." He turned around and walked towards a wooden crate that was filled with random objects he used for practice. "Why don't you go get a standard blaster from the weaponry compartment back on the Marauder. I'll set up some easier targets." Crosshair called over his shoulder.

You glanced back over towards the range, and your eyes fell onto the table where he kept his rifle and an assortment of different equipment - likely for said rifle for different situations, if you had to guess. That, and most likely ammunition cartridges. You had to admit... you'd thought about shooting his rifle before. It looked so sleek, and very fascinating with the different things he had attached to it. You wondered how he used it, and why he favored it over any other weapon.

"...What about your rifle?" You boldly suggested as you gestured to the big black beast that rested on the table. Crosshair gave a short tut and shook his head.

"Out of the question. It's far too risky for your first lesson, and it does have some kickback that can cause injury if you aren't used to it." He replied firmly, and you whined.

"Oh come on, Cross. Please?" You pleaded, looking up at him with near puppy dog eyes and your hands clasped together. "I really really want to try it."

Crosshair couldn't help but be entertained by your desperate attempt to get him to agree. "Why do you want to use it that much? It's just a rifle."

"But it's your rifle." You argued. "I never understood how you could hit the shots that you do. It's amazing!" 

Crosshair felt a warmth of pride in his chest at hearing how you admired his handiwork. When it came to Hunter and the rest, they knew that he was good, but they were also experts. You didn't quite understand, but you wanted to, and you wanted him to explain it to you - to demonstrate it. To teach you. With that sort of bubbly joy that you expressed in learning, how could he say no?

"Alright, you can try shooting the rifle," You pumped your fists in the air victoriously, but he cut in sharply, pointing a finger at you. "But you listen to me and don't do anything unless I tell you to. Otherwise you're going to end up hitting something you shouldn't..."

With a playful salute and a goofy grin, you replied, "Sir, yes, sir."

"Now," Crosshair stood directly behind you, and carefully placed your hands where they needed to be as he allowed you to take hold of the gun. "This is a 773 Firepuncher, albeit heavily modified. This particular one has a grappling hook and a blaster alternative, although I only use that modification in a quick pinch." He double checked to ensure the safety was on before standing back and stepping off to your left so you could see him demonstrate the proper beginner stance. "You want to have the stock tucked into your shoulder, and keep yourself properly grounded by making a ready stance. Like so."

You watched carefully, and when he finished demonstrating, you took your turn and did your best at replicating what he told you. It wasn't perfect, but he readjusted you as necessary, and made sure you were facing down range and not pointing the gun anywhere else.

"Very good. When you fire it, stay in that stance, and prepare for a bit of a kickback. The stock will push into your shoulder, which is why positioning is so important." Crosshair noted and double checked to make sure the stock was against your shoulder.

"Because if it's anywhere else, it'll hurt, right?" You asked curiously, and he nodded.

"Precisely. Granted, this particular model doesn't have too much to worry about in that department, but you can never be too careful until you know how it works." He answered and then proceeded to point out to one of the targets he set up directly across from where you stood. "When I turn the safety off, don't fire until I say so. And if you need to move, keep your finger off of the trigger zone. Understood?"

You nodded firmly and focused on your target. "Got it."

"Good." He leaned over and turned the knob to switch the safety feature off. "Make sure to take deep breaths, and don't fire until you're ready. Use the scope to help adjust your aim. Since the scope is a couple inches above the barrel, keep that in mind when you want to be more precise." He smiled as he saw your intense focus and concentration while trying to get familiarized with the new weapon. "Take the shot."

With a deep breath, you aligned the crosshairs on the scope onto the empty glass bottle that was around 100 yards away towards the back tree line. You tried to keep steady, but your arms trembled out of a mixture of fear and anxiety. You had never fired a weapon before, and now you were having all sorts of conflicting thoughts.

You wanted to try this, desperately so. You wanted to be able to defend yourself and your friends, and even more so Crosshair - despite him not needing protection in any manner. However, you were afraid of messing up, of proving him right that this was too hard for your first time. You wanted to be strong and talented like he was, but the pressure of hitting the shot and your racing thoughts were getting the better of you.

That became concerningly obvious to your partner as he observed your actions. He could see your trembling, the hesitance to put your index finger on the trigger, and the uncertainy in your gaze down range. You weren't even focusing through the scope's viewfinder anymore.

"What is it, mesh'la?" Crosshair asked calmly. He carefully approached you from the back instead of your side. You frowned and lowered the rifle, feeling defeated.

"I... can't take the shot. I'm too nervous." You admitted and cast your gaze towards the unbroken bottle that seemed to taunt you. Crosshair, to your surprise, hummed and gently rested his palm on your back.

"Your heart is racing," He noted, his voice low but gentle as he spoke close to your ear. "You need you relax, clear your mind."

You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder and he lightly tapped your forehead with a little smile.

"You need to stop overthinking. You can't hesitate when you take your shot. You need to take it slow and focus on one thing and one thing only." He coached you, and it was nice to not be scolded for your lack of performance in the current moment. "Just think about finding your target. If you see it in your sights, just take a deep breath, and pull the trigger."

You turned your head back towards the range and scowled at the reflector disks. "But you do all these rapid fire shots at all these weird angles... I can't do something that great... I probably can't even hit that bottle- OW!"

Crosshair flicked the back of your head and you would've whipped around to face him if you hadn't had a big rifle in your hands.

"What did I just say? Don't overthink it." He guided you back into the aiming position. "It doesn't matter what I can do. It has no merit to what you're learning. You'll get there eventually, but for right now, you need to learn the basics before you can become a marksman. All you need to do is shoot that bottle. It can take you one or a dozen tries. I don't care." Crosshair stated firmly. "The goal is to get you to understand how it works, not be a master at it. Courescant wasn't built in a day."

"Right... sorry, Cross" You apologized quietly, but he wasn't having it. He simply placed a quick kiss atop your head and patted your shoulder.

"You can make it up to me by giving yourself some more credit and taking the shot."

A smile graced your face again after the momentary doubt, and you giggled. "Yes, sir."

You tuck the rifle snugly against your shoulder, peep down the sightline of the scope, and attempt to find your target. When you spot the neck of the glass bottle, you tilt the gun down just a smidge to find the center mass. Now that you had your target, you took two deep breaths, and on the exhale of the second breath, you put your finger on the trigger and pulled...

POW!

The sound was fairly suppressed due to the nature of the weapon, but the faint discharge of blaster fire and the sound of glass shattering was all the evidence needed to show that you hit your shot. Your eyes widened and you lowered the rifle. You gazed down range to see the pile of broken glass, and the scorched mark in the dirt.

"I did it?" As the reality sunk in, you beamed with delight and let out a delighted shriek. "I did it!"

You turned to face Crosshair, who abruptly yelled "Safety!" and made you remember that you had a deadly gun in your hands. You quickly pointed the gun away and searched for the safety knob. When you found it, you turned it to the lock setting and set the rifle down. Crosshair gave an exasperated sigh, but he gladly scooped you up in his arms when you leapt up and went for an embrace.

"I actually did it!"

Crosshair set you down and gazed down at you with an amused adoration. "You did." He chided and leaned down for a sweet kiss. His lips found yours and he slotted them together so seamlessly, hugging you close by your waist. When you separated, he had a little sparkle of mischief in his eyes. "You called me sir twice this morning. Care to explain that?"

Your cheeks burned with a mixture of fluster and embarrassment. "I uh... I was just joking around?"

Crosshair chuckled and traced your jawline with the tips of his fingers. "You'll have to do better than that. Not even Wrecker would fall for that lousy excuse, mesh'la."

Okay, so... maybe you liked giving him those terms of authority. It was fun to mess with the Batch. You had also used the joking "yes, sir" and "no, sir" - hell even the taunting "fuck off, sir" on the rest. Though, they took it at face value and never was bothered by it. You didn't have an alternate meaning for it when it came to them. But to Crosshair? Oh, there was definitely an underlying meaning, and he caught onto it much faster than you were anticipating.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." You boldly declared and even had the audacity to give him a prideful smirk. You knew you were done for when he returned it, and his hands settled at your hips, gripping them a bit tighter.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be, hm?" Crosshair purred, and before you could even consider spitting back a retort, he pushed you back by your hips and shoved you against the closest tree, pressing your back against the rough bark and forcing you to keep your eyes on him. "I'll give you one last chance to reconsider your response."

You maintained your gaze with the grey-haired clone, finding it hard to compete with his firm, icy stare that could pierce your resolve like A.P. rounds. You had these fun little games with Crosshair before. Call it a bit of foreplay before the chaotic, blissfully intense love he'd make to you when it was all said and done. You knew this was where it was headed, and you'd be damned if you let him win right away. No, you had to have your fun.

"Why don't you make me?"

You could see the way that comment lit a fire in Crosshair's eyes. His hands shifted off your hips, and to your shock, he grabbed you by your t-shirt and pulled you to the table where he set his gear. He used his arm to sweep the gear to the opposite side of the table, and then with one strong maneuver, he had you bent over the cleared off section and held you there. Your heart accelerated, practically vibrating the metallic surface beneath you from the intense rhythm.

You could feel your lover's breath tickle the skin of your ear as he bent over you.

"Wrong choice, cadet."

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"Wrong choice, cadet."

Crosshair's sultry tone sent a chill down your spine, and the close proximity of his body on top of yours to keep you pinned certainly didn't help in staving off your arousal. In fact, it had increased ten fold. You made a bold choice in pursuing this particular dynamic, but it seemed to have paid off, if Crosshair's hardened cock poking you through his slacks were anything to go off of.

"Let's see..." One of his hands forced your wrists to go above your head. "What should the punishment be for a soldier who defies my order?" The pressure he applied to your wrists before letting them go signified that you should not move them from that spot. You could feel him straighten out his posture, standing up and holding your hips down against the table. You didn't dare try to move to look at him. Not yet.

Then, his hands traversed down from your hips to span his fingers over your ass, fingers delicately gripping into your curves and exploring every inch of your body that you were presenting to him. It was like he was conducting some form of inspection. The idea of him analyzing you in such a way should be off-putting, but you could feel your inner thighs growing slick from his gentle squeezing and manipulations. You bit your lip and tried to suppress a satisfied hum under your breath. It felt so good, until...

Smack!

You sucked in a sharp gasp and you arched your back, the sting on your right cheek forcing your body to react. Crosshair 'tsked' and pushed you back down onto the table.

"I'm going to give you as many hits for the total amount of times you've sassed me and failed to use the proper safety measures when handling a weapon." He could feel your body tremble under his touch as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. "I believe that would be sufficient. Or do you disagree?"

This was your opportunity to back out. Crosshair knew better than to proceed without consent. This wasn't your first rodeo delving into something like this, but it was different before. This was technically out in a public space - but they were well hidden with the only possible intruders to this act being his brothers. Were you willing to risk that?

"H-How many hits?" You murmured softly, and Crosshair's gently caress on your back eased your concern.

"Five, technically. I was going to round to six to make each side even." He purred, making you shudder and whine at the thought of him going through with that punishment. "Does that suffice?" You nodded with a little whimper. "What is your safeword, mesh'la ?"

"Ninety-nine."

His amused chuckle rumbled through his chest against your back, and the sound was heavenly next to your ear. He kissed just beneath your lobe as his acceptance to your answer. "Good. Then let's begin."

The heat of his body left your backside as he went back to his previous position, standing tall and keeping you bent over the table.

Smack!

There was no warning as his hand came down onto your left cheek. It was easy to forget Crosshair's physical strength, given how slender he was and how he ordinarily played a long-distance role in the team. However, the sharp sting and the pleasurable, searing heat the action left behind assured you that he indeed was far stronger than he looked.

"Disregarding safety."

Smack!

"Challenging your superior."

Smack!

You attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but that only instigated him into tightening his grip on your left hip as he shifted focus to the right side. You were biting back cries of both pain and utter bliss, so much so your lip was about to start bleeding if you kept this up. So far, you had maintained a low volume, but that did nothing to keep your growing arousal at bay as you could hear the sound of his hand meeting your ass echoing through the clearing of the forest.

"Doubting yourself."

Smack!

"Doubting my instruction."

Smack!

"And being a brat."

The final hit to your right cheek finally erupted a long, very loud moan out of you. One that sounded equally as pained as it was pleasured. There were tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You could feel the residual sting and burning sensation under your pants, and Crosshair immediately had you flip onto your back to look up at him.

When he saw your reddened face and the semblance of tears, his eyes widened a bit and he leaned over you, your legs parting willingly so he could slot himself between them to reach you. "Did I hurt you, mesh'la?" He whispered and used his thumb to swipe away the one stray tear that did end up falling. Between panted breaths, you shook your head and gave a short sound in the negative.

"I-It felt good." You gazed up at him and offered a subtle smile. "Thank you, sir."

Crosshair shuddered involuntarily at the end remark, smirking as he cupped your cheek and caressed the warming skin. 

"Oh, we're not done." He traced a finger along your jawline. "Now I get to give you your reward." He purred delightfully. "After all, you did complete your objective."

His slender fingers left your face, and the sniper trailed his hand down south, caressing your clothed body as he worked his way down your torso and stopped at the waistband of your pants. Without any hesitation, he tucked his fingers beneath the fabric and you let out a soft whine as his middle finger teasingly caressed your slit through your panties. You tilted your head back, and Crosshair didn't waste any time on latching his lips onto your exposed skin, kissing and sucking at your neck with greed.

While he focused his lips to the weak spots on your neck, Cross's nimble fingers expertly played with your cunt - navigating it with ease.

"You really did enjoy your punishment," His low, rumbling tones had you shuddering and letting out shaky breaths. "I can feel how wet you are. I'm fairly certain I could give you my cock right here and now because of how horny you are." He chided teasingly and lightly nipped just below your ear. "You're a dirty little minx, aren't you?" You whines grew in volume, and he playfully shushed you. "You wouldn't want Hunter hearing us, now do you?" You shook your head quickly and he chuckled. "Answer my question."

"Y-Yes..."

"Yes, what?" Crosshair reiterated, and you could feel the rush of embarrassment racing in your veins.

"Yes, sir-" You quietly moan out. You never thought it would feel this good to submit to him and let him take control. Sure, he was the top in the relationship, but addressing him as a direct superior ignited a fire that you never knew you could have. And, the passionate kiss he graced you with for obeying his command made it that much better.

As you pulled away from his lips, he gave you a subtle smirk - his only warning as his fingers pushed your panties aside and he slipped a finger inside of you. You threw your head back, hitting it against the table with a shocked gasp. You could feel his long, slender digit reach deep inside, and he had no trouble toying with that sweet, spongey spot that had you seeing stars.

"C-Crosshair..." You moaned softly, hands grasping onto his shoulders as he continued his slow, methodical plan. One finger was joined by another, and you shivered at the way he scissored them inside you, stretching you out beautifully on those skillful digits. "O-Oh, Maker..."

While one hand remained occupied in your now sopping wet cunt, his other snaked it's way up under your shirt, easily finding a breast and kneading it in his grasp. He gently pinched a nipple between his index and middle finger mid-squeeze, which had another wave of arousal coat his fingers accompanied by a blissful, soft cry.

"Those wonderful sounds are music to my ears." Crosshair murmured into your throat, sucking on your pulse point. "If you keep making them, we're bound to be discovered, though." He chided, to which you simply scoffed and brought a hand up to the back of his head keeping him latched onto your neck.

"D-Don't care..." You finally uttered out breathlessly. "F-Fuck me, please..."

The sniper pulled back and gave you a knowing smirk. "Please, what, cadet?"

You whined and your fingers gripped onto his grey hair desperately. "Please fuck me, sir." You drawled out, and Crosshair instantly rewarding you with a messy, dominating kiss that had you melting against the table, all the while his thumb toyed with your clit to relish the way you clenched on his fingers.

As you both parted, he muttered between heavy breaths, "As you wish."

He pushed himself up to stand upright, and he quickly unfastened your pants, tugging them off of you along with the rest of the clothes that you wore on your lower half. He swiftly unbuttoned his slacks and let them, along with his underwear, fall around his mid thigh before slotting himself between your legs again. You glanced down and saw his fully erect, leaking cock pressed up against the wet folds of your pussy, the head dripping precum onto your mound with need. He slid his cock through your lips a few times, letting the head tease your clit before he lined it up at your entrance and slowly sheathed his cock inside of you.

You moaned deliciously at the way he filled you up, and he had no issues sliding right in thanks to the prep work. Crosshair even let out a low groan that gave you tingles from the way it rang in your ears.

"Such a good girl," He slowly started to pull out. "Being so patient and then taking my cock so well-" He plunged back in and your eyes rolled back into your head as you raised your arms to rest on your face.

You could hear the lewd sound of his hips connecting with yours, and you clenched tightly around him, which only served to coax another low rumble of approval out of the sniper.

"You love the praise, hm?" Crosshair purred sweetly and you nodded, hiding beneath your arms as you panted and tried to raise your hips to meet his with each slow, deliberate thrust. "The irony is quite amusing." You gasped as his cock seemed to reach a bit deeper this time as he readjusted your hips. "You love to be a brat, and then easily submit to hear the praise."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to force him deeper than he already was. "F-Fuck... I-I like it when your rough," You admit between pants and subtle moans. "B-But I like pleasing you too..."

Crosshair hummed and rewarded you with a firm snap of his hips, relishing your beautiful sounds as you clenched on him and your mouth fell open. "So I've noticed." His thumbs delicately caressed the dips of your hips and he pulled out so he could give another powerful thrust. "I'm going to show you just how good you make me feel, mesh'la." He purred. "And since you're so evidently okay with being heard, I won't be going easy on you."

With his tightened grip on you, he fucked you with deep purpose, hips snapping in and out as fast as they were hard and methodical. Each thrust hitting that sweet point deep in your core, while brushing up against every pleasure center as his cock filled you up quite nicely. Again and again, he didn't relent, savoring your unfiltered noises and attempts to try and silence yourself by biting your lip or covering your mouth - neither of which doing much to mute your sounds.

The clearing was being filled with downright filthy noises. The slapping of skin, breathless moans, and the squelching of his now overly soaked cock plunging into your willing pussy.

"C-Cross..." You whined suddenly, legs tightening around him and you clutched onto his shoulders as he boxed you in with his arms on either side of your head, relentlessly bucking his hips into yours. "I-I'm gonna..."

Crosshair gazed down at you and spoke in a low, commanding tone. "Cum for me. That's an order."

You threw your head back, crying out as your body went rigid, squeezing both his shoulders and cock as tightly as you could, your vision going white.

"Crosshair!" You shouted in pure bliss, and he fucked you through your high, while also reaching his own peak before giving one last snap of his hips and rewarding you with the warm sensation of his cum painting your insides.

There was a long silence as you two struggled to catch your breaths, and Crosshair rested his head on your chest. You both gulped in large amounts of air, and waited for your racing hearts to ease up before he slowly pushed himself up to look down at you. You gazed up at him with a tired, but blissfully fucked out and loving look. He smiled at seeing you so relaxed.

"I think we might have blown our cover." He mused, and you burst into a fit of giggles, pulling him down to embrace him.

"Yeah... maybe just a little bit."

[Meanwhile, back on the Marauder...]

"Hey, Tech. Have you seen Cross or Y/N?" Hunter asked as he stepped foot outside of the ship, where the other was working on fixing the signature scrambler.

"Afraid not. I only woke up about half an hour ago. I believe Crosshair likely went to do some target practice." Tech offered his thoughts while delicately doing the calibrations.

"Okay, but what about-"

"Crosshair!"

Hunter froze, and Tech dropped the tool in his right hand. The two brothers looked at each other with a mixture of shock and slight concern.

"Was that...?" The goggled clone couldn't even finish his question. Hunter swallowed the thick lump.

"Y/N?" Tech nodded, almost afraid of the answer, but all Hunter could do was return the gesture silently.

"Oh my..."

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[The Marauder | Mid-Afternoon]

You lightly bobbed your head to the beat of the music thrumming through your noise-cancelling headphones, allowing yourself to get lost in the rhythm as you tightened up a few bolts on the undercarriage of the Marauder. So far, you had thoroughly checked the hull for any damages, replaced the coolant in the engine systems, and touched up the signature scrambler to make sure it was in working order. All in all, you've had a productive afternoon.

Over the past few months, you've gotten accustomed to being the secondary technician for the Bad Batch, acting in place of Tech when he had to venture off elsewhere. You were the only one he trusted to perform any maintenance or upgrades to the Marauder whether it be in his presence or during his absence. Somehow, someway, you appealed to his strict guidelines and structure when it came to doing any work on the ship, and he gave you his approval, and only ever called you to take care of things whenever they returned to Ord Mantell. It essentially became a tradition for you to run straight to the Marauder upon landing planet-side, and greet the Batch before they'd hurry along to Cid's to discuss Maker knows what. You never got into that business. Not unless they willingly gave you information.

Today, Tech had gathered your full attention upon landing, so you hadn't even noticed that one member was absent from the group that headed to Cid's bar. So when you finished up the external repairs and made your way on board, you were more than a little spooked when you went to the fresher for a quick bathroom break - only to have Hunter meet you on the other side of the door, half naked.

"H-Hunter!" You stumbled back, not expecting to see the Sergeant, only in a towel, no less.

The long haired clone's eyes widened and he realized how awkward this must be. "Y/N! Sorry, I probably should have warned you. I thought Tech mentioned I'd be staying behind."

"N-No," You glanced away and crossed your arms over your chest. "He didn't mention it... I was just coming inside to finish the repairs." You glanced back to the other, and Hunter was missing his signature bandana, which allowed his wet hair to fall gracefully around his face, framing it perfectly compared to the rugged look he usually kept.

"Right, Tech gave you a big list today. How're the repairs coming along?" He asked, no longer really caring that the only thing keeping him from fully exposing himself to you was the towel wrapped around his waist. You swallowed a thick lump in your throat.

"O-Oh uh," You forced yourself to straighten up and give your full analysis. "Exterior looks good. I made the touch-ups on the signature scrambler and tightened up the loose bolts in the undercarriage. Coolant was completely replaced and I double checked the fuel lines. No problems there." You met his gaze and gestured towards the cockpit. "I was um... going to do the calibration for the steering and clean up inside the control panel then call it a day. Otherwise Tech might assume I did too much too quickly."

Hunter nodded approvingly and smiled. "Good work! I'm sure Tech will be more than happy to check that all off the to-do list when they get back."

You finally crack a little smile. "Thanks, Sergeant." And then you realize what you said, veins turning ice cold.

He stiffens up at the formality, and you notice the difference in the way he looks at you. You couldn't tell if he was intrigued or disappointed. The way he had his hands on his hips was both alluring and intimidating. Was he just trying to keep his towel on, or was he genuinely upset at what you called him?

"Sergeant, huh?" The amusing notes in his tone made you ease up and he chuckled. "Last I checked, you're not one of my boys."

You felt a mild heat under your skin as you tried your best to keep your gaze above his shoulders. "I know, but it's just my way of showing you some respect, y'know?" You laughed nervously. "Think of it as like... appreciation for giving me work."

Hunter smirked and his firm grip on his own hips seemed to loosen up a bit. "It's no problem. You do great work. Although, now that I'm thinking about it..." He took a step forward, and you took one back out of respect for his space, but that only caused you to have your back against the wall of the corridor, forced to look up at him directly. "We've never shown you our appreciation."

Your fluster was now incredibly obvious to the Batch's leader, and you stumbled over your words. "O-Oh it's fine. You guys pay me well enough! That's all a mechanic can ever ask for, really."

"I don't mean for your job." Hunter chided teasingly and his hands left his hips to gently touch your own. The light caresses sent a shiver up your spine and he hummed, watching your every move. "I meant showing our gratitude for your support. You've always put my squad ahead of yourself when you're with us. It means a lot."

You held his gaze and your hands hovered over his at your waist, not sure whether you should touch him or not. "I- um..." You searched for any signs of this being either a dream or a joke, but you found it to be neither as he held you so delicately - as if you could break under his fingertips. "I like being around your team." And you. You wanted to add, but felt like he might reject you if those words ever left your mouth.

Hunter, however, noticed the increase in your heart rate. The way your skin turned rosy pink on your cheeks. He thought you were the most beautiful thing in the galaxy.

"And we like having you around, too." He assured, "Especially me." He boldly claimed and you finally let your hands fall on top of his at your hips, shocked by the statement. "It's hard keeping my hands to myself when I've got such a smart and gorgeous woman walking around here like she owns the place." You gave a shy smile and allowed him to lean more into your space, his face mere inches from yours and his hot breath tickled your nose and cheeks.

"You're just saying that..." You tried to dismiss the possibility that this damn near perfect man wanted you in any fashion, but he was quick to retort.

"You want me to prove it?" He dropped his voice to a whisper, dancing his fingertips up your sides as a little tease of what could be in store. "Prove just how much you drive me crazy? Cause I will. We have all the time in the world."

You swallowed deeply and exhaled a shaky breath. "B-But... the others?"

"Let me take care of that," He mused and snagged the comm from your tool belt before bringing it to his lips. He clicked the transmit switch and held a knowing smirk as you maintained eye contact with him. "Tech, you boys can stay out a little while. Y/N needs more time to check up on some things, so knock yourselves out at Cid's."

Tech's voice crackled through the comm link. "Are you sure? Does she need my assistance?"

"She's fine. Just wanted to make sure you and the others maximized the down time." Hunter nonchalantly discussed, despite the very heated situation that was developing right in front of him.

"Very well. I'll be sure to let the others know. Tell Y/N I'll add some additional credits for the trouble."

"Copy that, Tech." The connection cut out as he turned off the comm and handed it back to you, tucking it into your shaky, warm hand. Hunter hummed in amusement at your flustered state. "So, then. What would you like to do?"

You put the comm back on your toolbelt and your doe-eyed gaze made him chuckle. You had no idea what you should do, but you know what you wanted to do. "L-Let me make sure I understand this..." Hunter nodded patiently. "You... want to have sex with me... to show me your appreciation?" The Sergeant grinned and brought a hand up to cup your neck, delicately caressing your jawline with his thumb.

"I think that's the first time you haven't gone off on a tangent." He teased, and you puffed out your cheeks in mild frustration.

"I-I've never had something like this happen... what would you like me to do? Talk all about my lack of experience? Give you the historical background of sexual intercourse and it's purpose? Because that would be absolutely ridicu-" You gasped as Hunter closed the gap between you and slotted his lips between yours, kissing you fiercely to shut you up. Once the initial shock passed, you wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned softly as he pressed you against the wall and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth and you both relished it for as long as possible.

When he parted and leaned back to look at you, he chuckled at the dazed, but equally blissful look on your face. "How was that?"

You panted breathlessly, gazing at Hunter with a mixture of lust and confusion. "Did you just... kiss me to make me... stop talking?"

"Maybe." Hunter replied with a cheeky smile. You hummed thoughtfully and grabbed onto his shoulders.

"Do it again."

"Yes, ma'am." He let you pull him down into another kiss, and he carefully guided the two of you towards his cabin. As you made out with one another, he struggled to blindly tap the code into his cabin lock, but finally managed. You both stumbled back until the back of your knees hit his rack, and you fell back, letting out a yelp and pulled him down with you.

He pushed himself up to look down at you, and you both burst into laughter. After a moment or two you met his gaze and a strand of his wet hair tickled your nose, making you giggle. The sound of your laugh made Hunter genuinely smile.

"Mesh'la." He muttered softly, and you raised a brow.

"What does that mean?" You wondered, never having heard that particular language.

Hunter brushed the back of his knuckles against your cheek. "It means beautiful in Mando'a."

He had the pleasure of seeing your face turn redder than a crimson moon, and savored that he was able to render your usually talkative self speechless.

"You... mean that?" You managed to murmur out, and he chuckled fondly at your increasingly shy demeanor.

"Of course I do, Y/N. I've had my eyes on you since the day we met." He then mused aloud, "I almost thought Tech was gonna try and swoop in to win you over, but then... I saw the way you looked at me."

You shivered at the implication that he knew you would sneak glances at him whenever you could, to admire his rugged, rough appearance, but enjoying the softer, gentler side of him that he only showed around you, Omega, and his team.

"I-I'm not sure what you mean." You feigned ignorance, but Hunter knew that you knew better than that.

"Really?" He smirked and leaned down to plant a kiss on your cheek. "So you haven't been watching me during my morning combat training with Crosshair?" Your crimson cheeks burned with further embarrassment. "Or sneaking quick peeks when I lean over the bar to talk to Cid?" A small, abrupt squeak slips from your lips. Busted. "You're not slick, Y/N." He chided, but his voice dipped down an octave as he tilted his head down just a tad to leave a scorching kiss just beneath your ear lobe. "But I bet if you let me, I can change that."

Oh... OH.

Your brain practically short circuited at his bold statement. How could you even follow that up? You'd only had maybe one sexual encounter in your life, and that was a drunken fling from long ago that you don't even remember! How can Hunter make it seem so easy? How dare he make your heart race faster than those modified 12 series speeders you once saw on Safa Toma. An excursion Hunter still didn't know the full story to.

"I..." You fumbled trying to turn your thoughts into words, your voice barely above a whisper. "I-I haven't done this... n-not in years." You quietly admit, and Hunter, bless the soldier, gave the kindest smile you'd ever seen.

"Then let's take it one step at a time, yeah?" Hunter gave you a delicate kiss. "Do you still want to keep going?" He asked as his breath ghosted over your lips. You hummed and gave a short nod, never breaking eye contact with the rugged clone. Now that he had his confirmation, he went back to kissing you, hovering his body over yours and bracing himself with his arms on either side of your head. You moaned delightfully and kept one arm around his neck, and your other went up just a little bit so you could tangle your fingers into his messy, damp hair. One accidental tug, and he groaned, the rumble in his chest sounding oh-so-pleasant to your ears.

So, the Sarge liked it a little rough, huh? You'd have to keep that in the books for later.

When Hunter decided that he was done cherishing your lips for the time being, he shifted his focus to start trailing little butterfly-like kisses down to your jaw, then a few more down your neck - stopping right at your pulse point. He left a longer, hungry kiss there, making you squirm under his teasing ministrations. His tenderness had you shuddering with bliss, and as he continued his onslaught of delightful kisses, you wrapped your legs around his waist. When your foot tried to find it's way behind Hunter to hook around him, it nudged his towel just enough to make it fall to the floor.

You could now feel his hardened cock pressing against your clothed cunt. You were still wearing your standard work clothes, but even so, you could feel the firm, girthy length taunting you.

"F-Fuck..." You gasped out when he nipped at your neck, your legs involuntarily hugging him closer.

Hunter snickered as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. "I've never heard you swear before," He chided. "I'm not doing something wrong, am I?"

He knew he wasn't, the cheeky bastard. But you couldn't bring yourself to care. Instead, you chuffed at the commentary and tugged a bit at his hair. "Obviously not. A-And I thought you were the observant one." You stuttered, much to your dismay, but the jab seemed to have the effect you were going for as Hunter's deep laugh rumbled against your chest. It was as soothing as it was sexy.

"Careful, Y/N. Wouldn't want to upset your commanding officer now would you?"

You giggled quietly and even he broke his taunting façade to laugh with you.

This was nice. You could get used to this.

"There's a reason I worked solo," You mumbled and played with his hair between your fingers. He lifted himself up a tad so he could look down at you, somewhat curious.

"Oh yeah?" He raised a brow. "Too much attitude?" You nodded with a little shy smile and he laughed warmly. "Can't be any worse than Tech."

"You'd be surprised." You mused. "I... just learned to hold my tongue. It's better for business."

Hunter hummed and brushed the tip of his nose against yours. "Don't feel like you gotta hold back around me. I can handle it." He teased and experimentally grabbed your hip. You gasped and to his delight, your heels dug into his back, encouraging him to continue. "But we can talk about that later. Seems like my mechanic needs some down time."

You nodded and this time, his lips came crashing onto you with hunger and passion. Your tongue fought against his, but gladly submitted to him as he unbuttoned your work shirt and unfastened your pants. He broke your heated make out session to undress you, leaving you completely naked before he went to begin his conquest.

Just like before, he started just at your pulse, sucking at it gently and coaxing a pleased sigh from your lips before he continued down. Your collarbone, the space between your breasts, then - to your shock - he popped one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub and savoring your broken moan. He sucked, nipped, and lapped at one breast while his free hand kneaded and fondled the other. You were trembling beneath him, and judging by your delicious sounds and lack of objections, you were greatly enjoying yourself.

He took the time to switch sides and give the other breast equal treatment before proceeding down further: your ribs, stomach, naval, and stopped just at your dripping pussy.

"I-I haven't gotten a chance to clean up," You meekly whimpered, still reeling from the blissful sensations he left across your body. Hunter, however, tutted and rested your legs over his shoulders.

"It'll take a little more than some sweat and dirt to keep me from showing you a good time." He purred and didn't hesitate to glide his tongue up your slit, tightening his grip on your thighs so you couldn't go anywhere.

"Oh stars!" You gasped and bucked your hips when he wrapped his lips around your clit. He was actually doing this. He was running you through the whole nine yards despite you being a little sweaty, having engine fluids staining parts of your exposed skin, and having no experience. He was exploring you as if you were his next mission...

You're now realizing how much of a massive turn on that was.

Hunter continued toying with your clit, flicking his tongue against it and simultaneously using two fingers to prepare you for what was to come. You were a panting, shaking mess just by his mouth and fingers alone. Maker knows how you'd react when you finally got to feel his cock deep inside.

Seeing as how you were coating his fingers with your slick, he took that as a sign that you were ready. He pulled his fingers out, and you whined softly at the loss, looking down at him just in time to see him clean his fingers by licking them. You threw your head back and clenched the thin blanket, which made Hunter chuckle.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing." He carefully took your legs off his shoulders and stood up, then grabbed your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the rack, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist loosely. Just shy of rubbing up against your folds was his weeping cock, flushed and begging for attention. You brought your arms up to cover your face as Hunter gazed down at you now. He leaned down just enough to gently pull your arm up to see your eyes. "I want to see your beautiful face, cyar'ika." You nodded timidly and let your arms fall above your head. "Good girl." He praised and gave you a long, loving kiss as he lined up his cock to your entrance and slowly eased into you.

You pulled away from the kiss with a sharp gasp from the sensation of the head penetrating you, and a high pitched whine was drawn out of you with each inch that sunk into your tight cunt. You could feel his gentle touches soothing you, assuring you that you were okay, and you clenched your eyes shut from the intensity.

"It's alright, I've got you." He whispered and you finally let out a long sigh as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours.

"B-By the Maker-" You whimpered, legs tightening around Hunter's waist and kept him close.

"Does it hurt?" Hunter prompted, concerned that maybe it was too much, but you shook your head feverishly.

"No!" It was the most confident answer you had given thus far. "I-It feels good... it's just... new." You panted out and finally opened your eyes to meet his gaze. 

"Can I keep going, or do you need a minute?" He caressed your cheek and you gave him a little smile.

"If you stop now, I'm going to get very upset."

Hunter laughed brightly and brought his hands to your hips. "Wouldn't want that." He slowly pulled out until it was just the head inside of you, then sunk back in again at the same pace. He did that for a minute or two, allowing you to really get used to his size before he began to take it up a notch. Now he had a bit more power to his thrusts, your breasts bouncing ever so slightly from each collision of your hips.

You tugged his hair, urging him to give you more. It had become your cue, since you felt far too flustered to give any verbal cues, and Hunter was able to work with that far better than you had anticipated. Each tug you gave, and he changed the tempo up until you were finally throwing your arms back above your head from the rough thrusts.

"H-Hunter!" You cried out, trying to send him a warning as you could feel this impending release, a coil winding up so tight in your core that you couldn't stop it even if you tried.

"I-I got you," He panted out, maintaining his pace and used his thumb to tease your clit. "Cum for me, Y/N."

The coil snapped and it snapped hard. You wailed in pure ecstasy and squeezed his cock as you came crashing down. He pulled out just in time, spilling white all over your abdomen as you recovered from your intense high.

Even though he was still out of breath, Hunter plucked the towel from off the floor and gently wiped his mess off of you. Then, he readjusted you so that you were lying close to the wall of his rack, and he slipped into bed beside you, pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest and took in heavy breaths to try and come back down from cloud nine.

"T-Thank you..." You mumbled between exhausted pants, and Hunter smiled. He lifted your chin so he could give you one final, sweet kiss.

"No, thank you." He rubbed your back to help soothe the impending aches that were sure to come in a couple hours. "We couldn't do half the things we do without you. And I mean it."

You hummed in satisfaction. For once, you were content on not doubting his word. After all... he did make a very compelling argument to prove how much you meant to him.

"Anything for you, Hunter."

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[The Marauder | 16:30]

Watch duty was always the worst, in your humble opinion. No matter if it was a mission, down time on Ord Mantell, or otherwise - it was the worst. For two reasons: usually you were alone, and there would never be anything to actually watch out for. Hunter always made the astute claim that "you can never be too sure", despite the confirmations from Tech that there'd be no risk to the Marauder. The only acceptable explanation to stay behind most days was if someone needed to watch Omega or help her with her studies.

But that didn't apply today. Nope. Today, Omega was chosen over you and Echo to go with the Batch to Cid's establishment post-op. Maybe it was because she had a unique bond with the Trandoshan, or maybe it was something else. Regardless... it peeved you.

It's not like you hated being with Echo. Quite the contrary. He was the most relatable of the Batch in your eyes. He'd really gone through the wringer, and you valued his input and companionship. He'd helped you through all sorts of situations, both mental and physical. You'd developed a tight knit bond that went beyond standard "brotherhood" of being part of the same squad. No, this - as far as you were aware - was a unique friendship. You two could talk for hours about anything and everything.

But today, he was oddly quiet.

You both were sitting in the cockpit, legs propped up on the locked control panel and staring off into the distance outside the window in front of you. His gaze was narrow, focused. As if he were in deep thought, and that made you wonder what he could possibly be thinking about.

"Echo," You attempted, but the initial drop of his name didn't stir him out of his thoughts. "Echo."

That did it. He blinked a couple of times and glanced over at you. "Yeah, what is it?"

"Whatcha thinking about there, space case?" You chided, making him chuckle. That was the first sound out of him in almost two hours.

"Just uh... wondering."

"About?" You decided you'd bite and listen to what was nagging at him.

Echo tried to wave it off though. "Ah, it's nothing. I'm probably just overthinking it, like always."

"You never know until you get a second opinion." You remarked, and Echo scoffed.

"Fair enough." He pulled his feet off the control panel and turned in the pilot's chair to face you. "Do you think Hunter's been puttin' me on watch duty more often 'cause of how I look to other people?"

You had to pause and let the question sink it, not quite understanding it. "I'm sorry... what?"

"You know..." Echo spun his scomp arm for emphasis. "The whole cyborg thing... you think he's keeping me in here to draw less attention to the squad?"

"Echo," You gave a short huff, a disbelieving laugh of sorts. "All of us stick out like a sore thumb. Hunter's got half his face tattooed like a skull, for crying out loud. Trust me, your cybernetics aren't the reason." You looked back out the window and pursed your lips. "I dunno, maybe it's cause Ord Mantell is getting more crowded? Hunter's probably worried that someone might try and steal stuff."

The Corporal sighed and leaned back in the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're probably right... I just can't stop thinking about it, though."

You nodded in understanding. "I get it. I'd probably think about that too, honestly. Especially if I wasn't used to the new body I had."

Echo exhaled softly. "Yeah... I'm still not used to it, and I've been rolling with these boys for a long while."

"Change takes some getting used to, and it won't happen instantaneously." You giggled fondly and smiled at him. "Remember when Cid threw me in with you guys? You guys hated me."

"We did not." Echo retorted, now having the faint traces of a smile again. "We just weren't sure what to make of ya. You were... different than anyone we'd met. When Cid said you were one hell of a medic, we thought that meant by some weird mercenary standard, not... well..."

"Military grade?" You quipped and he chuckled.

"Exactly." He had a reminiscent smile. "Maker... I remember the way the boys looked at you when you jumped in to fix Tech's broken leg. Or whenever we'd get a good bullet or two past out armor. We knew you were more than what you tried to make yourself out to be. You weren't like any civilian we'd ever met." Echo snickered. "That's why you were a perfect fit. You're anything but ordinary."

You took this as your opportunity to make your final point. "Then, couldn't the same be said about you?"

The way his pale skin managed to gain some coloration on his cheeks from your comment made you smirk. Got him.

"Something wrong, Corporal ?" You chided, and you could practically see him short circuit. Hopefully not an actual fuse blown, otherwise that would be a tricky fix.

"You're in a joking mood today." Echo mumbled, and you snickered.

"Who said I was joking?" He gave you a disbelieving glare and you gladly got up from the co-pilot seat and strode over to stand just in front of him, hands resting on your hips as you gave a proud smile. It was a stark contrast to the clone's flustered appearance. "Believe it or not, there are people who find your uniqueness attractive."

You watched him swallow the thick lump that formed in his throat and he gave you a testing glance. "...Are you one of them?"

Oh, the innocence of this man was going to drive you insane.

Without a semblance of a doubt, you took the half step to have your legs on either side of the pilot's chair, and gracefully seated yourself in the former ARC trooper's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and flashing him a playful smile. "What do you think?"

Echo faltered, not quite having a response ready as he gazed at you in utter shock. "I- well..." He cleared his throat and you barely caught the sight of his hand clenching the arm of the chair while his scomp arm hesitated between settling on your hip or on the other arm. "I think it'll take more than sitting in my lap to convince me of anything..."

"You're so right," You chided and rolled your hips against his. "would you be opposed to me showing you a good time, Corporal?"

Echo grunted at the motion, and now he allowed both arms to rest at your waist. "What if the guys get back?"

"They won't." You snickered and leaned in closer, your noses bumping against each other. "I'd be willing to bet fifty creds that they're either causing trouble or getting hammered. They won't be back for at least an hour."

Echo scoffed in mock offense. "And they're doing it without us?"

"It's fine." You mused and planted a soft kiss just on the corner of his lips. "While they're doing that, I'll be doing you. They're the ones missing out on all the action."

"Fuck me-" Echo chuckled and savored the way you possessively held the back of his neck. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

You gave a warm laugh, happy to see him lightening up. Instead of answering his question, you seal his fate by claiming his lips with yours. Echo moaned into your mouth as you grinded your hips down against his, and - to your delight - could hear something snap open before his codpiece began to shift ever so slightly under your hips.

With a wet smack, you both pulled away and the poor soldier was already near breathless.

"Kriff, you aren't messing around..." You giggle and slink off his lap in order to get down on your knees between his legs, nestling yourself comfortable in front of him as you toyed with the codpiece, attempting to take it off. His armor, however, wasn't fastened like standard clone armor would be. With the modifications and the need to avoid jamming up certain gears, the fasteners were hooked around in creative fashion. Fortunately, Echo gave you a good show by unclipping it with one hand, and tossed the piece aside.

You gave a pleased whistle and smirked up at him. "I didn't know you were so good with your hand, Echo."

He let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. "Want me to show you what else these fingers are good for?"

"Mm, another time." You purred happily. "Right now, it's all about you." And you proved it by travelling your hands up his legs, dancing your fingers over his covered thighs, and putting your own fingers to work on unbuttoning and tugging the bottoms of his blacks down just enough to expose his hardened cock to you.

It wasn't organic, which you had assumed it wouldn't be. Although, it didn't disappoint you in the slightest. In fact, the sight of it was mesmerizing. Fully erect, it was approximately seven inches in length, and he also had quite the girth. All in all, it resembled that of a human cock, but it had a metallic, duramesh like material. With one hand, you delicately held it and allowed yourself to really take it all in, despite Echo's light fidgeting.

"I-I know, it's weird but-"

"It's beautiful." You murmured under your breath as your eyes followed the biolights up the underside of his cock. They were neon blue, that gave a cool hued refraction around it.

The compliment stunned Echo, and he sputtered, dumbfounded by what he heard. "Y-You can't be serious..."

"As serious as I've ever been." You finally gripped your hand around the base, giving one slow, languid stroke up to watch his reaction. Sure enough, he shuddered and sank back into the chair with a shaky breath. "Just out of curiosity... do you still... you know?" Echo panted as you continued to work him up and waited for you to finish. "Do you still ejaculate?"

Echo groaned and clenched his fingers tightly on the arm of the chair. "Don't say it like that... sounds clinical."

You tutted a little laugh. "I am a doctor."

A grunt of annoyance from the trooper made you snicker and he lightly bucked his hips up into your hand, wishing you'd continue.

"No, I don't. Not like I used to... it's... different." He let out a low moan as you rewarded him with a slightly faster stroking pace, occasionally teasing the seams along the shaft and just beneath the head of the synthetic length. "It's all some sort of lubricant and- and the shit get's everywhere."

You hummed thoughtfully and watched as a bead of said lubricant leaked from the slit and licked your lips. "Is it... consumable?"

Echo couldn't help the breathless laugh. "Beats me..."

You smirked and brought yourself closer to hover your mouth over his cock. "Time to do a field test, then." And you slid your tongue flat across the head of his cock, lapping up the lubricant in one go and to your pleasant surprise, it had a very light, intriguing flavor of something sweet. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you could definitely confirm it was delicious. "Oh yeah, this is gonna be really good." You gave him a mischievous smile and Echo knew that he was about to get put through the gauntlet.

Not that he was complaining. Not when you gladly took the tip of his aching length into your mouth and sucked on it like a piece of candy, which only encouraged more of the sweet lubricant to come oozing out at a much faster rate.

"Oh stars," Echo rested his hand on the back of your head as you slowly took more and more of him into your mouth, using your tongue to tease at the little dips and seams whenever you could. He could feel little jolts of pleasure run through his circuits and tingle in the back of his mind. It was comforting to know he could still feel so much despite having lost most of what he had before. He honestly had to thank the Republic and some valiant research efforts on Tech's part to make his cybernetics more comfortable and functional for him.

He was one second from questioning who had given him this appendage when you ripped him from his thoughts by taking him all the way to the base, the tip hitting the back of your throat and you moaned delightfully.

You held yourself there for a few seconds before coming back up, releasing his cock with a wet pop and a string of lubricant connected your bottom lip to his weeping tip. Your blissful, dazed expression made Echo shiver.

"You... like it?"

"Like it?" You panted out with a cheeky smile. "I could suck on it all day, if you let me." You chided, and he snorted a tiny laugh.

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious." You purred and went back to performing your lewd task, humming happily as you swirled your tongue around every inch he had to offer, even going so far as to try licking at the sack just beneath, which seemed to be for display purposes only. However, when your wet muscle teased it, you could see it swell ever so slightly. "Mm... I think I found out where all that lubricant gets stored."

Echo panted and tangled his fingers into your hair, lightly tugging. "S-Stop analyzing."

"What's wrong, Echo?" You mused, smirking up at him and licked your lips. "I'm just fascinated, that's all. Your cock is beautiful, and absolutely delicious."

The ARC trooper let his head fall back against the seat and gave a soft whine. He wasn't used to the praise, let alone any sort of compliments regarding his body.

You were going to change that.

Now that you had sufficiently worked him up, you rose to your feet and gave him a good show as you stripped yourself from the waist down. When you had no layers left to intervene, you climbed back up onto Echo's lap and grinded your hips down onto him, sighing blissfully as his cock slid between your folds and teased your clit with each pass.

"Kriff... you're actually gonna do it?" Echo muttered and was stunned to silence as you gave him the most kind, loving gaze he thought he'd ever seen from you.

"If I knew this was an option, I would have done it when we first met." You whispered and held his face with both hands, then captured him in a sweet kiss. "I love you so much. Despite everything, you're still here, and you fight for what's right... and protecting everyone around you." You giggled softly. "Especially me."

Echo melted under your fingertips and for once, his gaze wasn't the usual cold, stern expression he held around the others. No, this was him finally showing his vulnerability.

"Y/N... I've always wanted you. But... I didn't think you'd want any of... this." He vaguely gestured to his cybernetic limbs. You smiled and peppered kisses along his cheek and neck.

"I don't care what sort of body you have, Echo. All I care about is that you're a good man at heart." You rested your palm against his chest and nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck, making him hum pleasantly at the loving touches.

"Maker... what did any of us do to deserve having you around?" Echo brought his hand up to gently rub at your back, quietly grunting as you gave another grind of your hips.

"With all you guys have done? You deserve the whole galaxy." And, without him noticing, you took the chance to guide his cock to your entrance and slowly sunk down onto it. You gasped at how his head alone spread you open much more than you were anticipating, but the lubricant mixed with your own spit easily allowed for it to ease deeper and deeper.

"Oh, fuck..." You keened and let out a tiny whine when you hit the base, and the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. Echo's hand grasped at your hip and he gave a low, trembling groan as he could feel your tight heat squeezing him. You both had to take a moment and get used to the sensations before you felt comfortable enough to start moving.

You lifted yourself up until just the tip was inside of you, then slowly sunk back down again, repeating those motions until it became a steady rhythm. Echo lolled his head back and savored every little flutter and desperate squeeze your cunt provided, and you kicked it up a notch by kissing and biting at his neck, albeit messily. He didn't care one bit though, and moaned in delight as you sucked at his pulse, making him buck his hips up into you involuntarily. It forced you to release his throat from your lips and you let out a broken cry of sheer bliss.

"Gotcha," He mused and gave another experimental thrust, making you gasp and rest your head on his shoulder. "I can't let you have all the fun now, can I?" And now, he turned the tables. You had flustered him and showered him with praise, and he was thankful for all of it. But now, he wanted to return the favor. You gave him every reason why you liked him, and he didn't plan on being the only one receiving pleasure throughout all this.

As he thrusted up into you, you got back into tandem with him and let your hips fall down when he'd go up, resulting in a deliciously brutal power behind each motion. It was jarring at first, but you got accustomed to it over time. Now, you allowed yourself to let the obscenities fall from your lips.

"F-Feels so good," You cried out as he relentlessly thrusted up into you. One benefit to having cybernetics from the waist down? Echo wasn't breaking a sweat. "Kriff- Echo!" You grasped onto his shoulders and you met his gaze. Both of you were a panting, flustered mess, and you could feel the slick lubricant sliding down your thighs and leaking out of your pussy with each thrust. "I-I don't think I can last much longer."

"I've got you," Echo groaned and before he even realized it, he was snapping his hips up suddenly, and then he understood. The unexpected jolts and the tingling sensation all over his body... he just came, and you moaned as the lubricant gushed out of him and was dripping out onto the seat and floor as he went back to thrusting into you, maintaining that brutal pace. "Kriff... I already feel like I'm gonna cum again..."

You gasped and your core tightened with each time his cock slid up and filled you. You already knew there was a massive mess that had to be cleaned up after this, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as you brought a hand down to your clit.

"Fuck, let me feel it again..." You muttered desperately, beginning to rub circles over your throbbing nub. "W-Wanna feel you spilling out of me."

Echo shuddered and your lewd words were enough to send him over the edge once again, and answered your pleas by shooting another tidal wave of the sweet lubricant into you. That feeling made you slam back down onto his cock and furiously rubbed at your clit, chasing for your release.

Echo kept bucking his hips up, teasing the deepest parts of you as you babbled against Echo's chest, begging to reach that high.

"T-Tell me I can-" You pleaded. "I-I want to hear you say it."

Echo gasped and continued his thrusts. "Kriff me.." You were absolutely stunning like this, mouth hung open and showing just how much you wanted this - wanted him. It was enough to snap him back into his usual self, and he whispered in his stern, but kind voice. "Cum for me, Y/N. Show me how much you liked it."

Those deep tones, the snapping of his hips, and your skillful flicks against your clit all came together and ripped apart that coil and sent you so far up into cloud nine that your vision whited out as you clung onto Echo, sobbing in pure, blissful ecstasy. You had tried to continue rocking back into him as long as you could, but it eventually grew too much, and you whimpered, sulking against the ARC trooper with a tired sigh as he rubbed your back comfortingly.

"Maker... you are perfect." Echo mumbled against the top of your head and your giggle almost didn't even vocalize from the hoarseness of your throat and your exhaustion.

"So are you."

And, for the first time since meeting him, he smiled and took the compliment without a single argument.

"Thanks."

You ended up dozing off a minute later, and Echo took matters into his own hands. He knew the boys would be back soon, and made sure that you were changed into your sleepwear and tucked you into his rack, since it would have been hard to get you into yours on top. Then, he set out to clean up the cockpit to the best of his ability and hit the fresher.

When all was said and done, he returned to watching the Marauder, just in time for the crew to come back.

Hunter was the first to enter the cockpit and was surprised to only see Echo. "Where's Y/N?"

"She was tired after the day we all had, so I told her to hit the rack early. I didn't mind doing watch duty alone." The excuse easily fell off his tongue as he leaned back to look at the Sergeant. He could tell that their leader knew that something wasn't quite right. "Everything good, Sarge?"

"...Yeah." Hunter sniffed the air just a little bit. "Did Tech buy a different scented cleaning solvent for the ship?"

Echo's veins went cold. Oh. Right. He still had a scent, and so did the literal ounces of fluid he pumped out earlier. Fortunately, Hunter already gave him an out.

"Probably. I mean I just cleaned up about half an hour ago. That's probably why the smell's so strong." Echo waved him off. "If it's bothering you, you can go relax for a while. I can stay here."

"Are you sure?" Hunter raised a brow. "We were already out for a few hours. I can have you switch with Tech."

"Nah, don't worry about it." Echo smiled. "I'll be fine till we all hit the racks."

He would have never admitted it out loud, since it would have given your antics away, but the real reason why he wanted to remain was so he could bask in that positively vibrant aura he was feeling after your little escapades. He hadn't felt that good in a long, long time. He'd be sure to return the favor the next time you two had some down time alone.

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"Onderon?" You sat up in your seat as the Marauder began its approach towards the jungle planet. Hunter, who had taken over piloting hours ago, simply smiled in response to your confused and displeased tone. "Why are we coming here? Isn't this planet under Imperial watch?" You wondered, and Tech approached from the corridor, leaning against the doorframe into the cockpit.

"Technically, yes. However, we are going to an unregulated region, where the forests are too thick and the terrain is hard to traverse." He explained curtly.

"If it's so hard to get around, why are we going there?" You retorted, and now it was Hunter's turn to step in. Metaphorically, of course, given that he had to land the ship at the designated coordinates.

"This section of the forest has a landing site that we made and there's no sign of Imperials or natives there." When he got close enough to the trees, Tech booted him out of the pilot's seat, not wanting his ship to get scuffed by an incorrect landing. Since his flight privileges were revoked, Hunter was content on standing behind your seat and looking down at you from above. "It's a good spot to recuperate and get some fresh air between jobs for Cid. It also gives me a chance to sharpen up my tracking skills."

You tilted your head back and raised a brow. "I thought that stuff was like... engrained into you? Why do you need to practice?"

Hunter smirked and playfully ruffled the hair on top of your head. "I have enhanced senses. Sure, they help with tracking, but that's a skill I need to brush up on every once in a while if I want it to be useful. Otherwise I have to rely on just my senses alone. It would be like asking Tech to recite something from memory that he never read. Or for Crosshair to shoot a target he doesn't know about."

"Ooh," You smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Hunter chuckled and patted your shoulder. "Why don't you join me? Could teach you a thing or two in case you ever get stuck somewhere and need to fend for yourself."

You hummed thoughtfully and gave him a teasing smile. "Are you telling me you're gonna leave me alone somewhere?"

"Me? Never." Hunter replied with a hint of playful sarcasm. "I'm just saying it never hurts to be prepared."

Realistically, you didn't have anything to do while the Batch took a layover on Onderon anyway. You had done all the repairs that needed to be done prior to taking off, and you finished the most recent novel you had purchased on the holonet, so you didn't have anything to keep you in your shared room with Tech. So, maybe it would be good to get some new skills under your belt. Hunter did have a point about that, at least. You were rolling with them more often than not these days, so it made sense that you should learn some survival tactics.

"Hmm... I guess I can make time for you." You teased, and Hunter lightly scoffed with a little eye roll before heading towards the entrance of the Marauder.

"Alright then. Gear up and meet me at the edge of the clearing."

"I'm already starting to regret this..." You huffed as you cautiously followed behind the long haired clone through the marshy environment. You could feel the mud sticking to the soles of your boots, and the humidity didn't do much for your hair either, making it frizzy and coming out of the style you had initially put it in.

"You're fine." Hunter insisted, though with his back to you and his helmet on, you couldn't see the faint smile he had. "Trust me, you'll thank me later when you have to use this stuff."

"Are you forgetting that I'm a mechanic?" You quipped and vaulted over a log to keep up with him. "I never have to go anywhere other than the Marauder anyway. You guys make sure of that."

Hunter hummed and glanced over his shoulder. "Exactly. If you're gonna be rolling with us, you need to know how to fend for yourself if everyone gets split up. That means learning to fly the ship, tracking if you need to find something or someone, navigation if you get lost, and so on. You won't always be safe alone on the ship either, you know."

You sighed and crouched down next to him when he squatted down near a trail of footprints.

"Here, tell me what you see." He gestured to the indentations. You squint and tilt your head as you did your best to analyze the track.

"Uh... it's some sort of animal, right?"

"Good. What else?" Hunter encouraged you, nodding along.

You noticed that the tracks were spaced out in sets of four almost. And they seemed pretty big. "It's a four legged animal, and they look like... hooves?" You weren't sure what else you could provide, given you knew little to nothing about the flora and fauna of other worlds. You'd become familiar with the places you'd gone to with the Batch, or did the best you could to internalize the information Tech would spout out upon arriving anywhere. However, you didn't know much about Onderon to know what animal made the track. "That's all I got."

"Not bad for a first timer, though." Hunter gave you a reassuring nudge and gave you the answer. "These are Dalgo tracks. Some people must of ventured through here not too long ago. I'd say about a day or two. These tracks were set in pretty deep and the mud looks like it's settled for a while."

You scoffed in disbelief. "How can you tell this stuff apart? I probably couldn't tell the difference between tracks that are an hour or a day old..."

"Not with that attitude." Hunter mused and pulled off his helmet to smile at you. "These things take time to learn, but it's not that difficult. You'll be a pro in no time."

You weren't convinced.

"Oh yeah? I think you're just playing me. There's no way you can tell where everything is or where it's been all the time." You stood up and he followed suit, and he wore a very amused look as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Really? You don't think tracking works?" Hunter retorted, and you could hear the teasing lilt in his voice.

"I just think its pointless. I've never seen you use it to track someone we were after." You jabbed, switching your pose to rest your hands confidently on your hips and flashed him a cheeky smile. "I think you're bluffing."

Hunter knew you weren't serious. You were just messing with him. It didn't take a genius to see it. You wanted to try and get under his skin and tease him. It wasn't the first time, but now he was growing fond of your attempts, and noticed how you became more and more bold in your methods. This was the most upfront, but he knew how to swing it into a scenario you both could enjoy.

"Alright then, Miss Know-It-All." He chided and tucked his helmet beneath his arm to hold it at his hip. "How about you put me to the test?" He saw the way your eyes flickered to life with intrigue and he elaborated. "You have ten minutes to go find a place to hide anywhere out here, and I have to come track you down within the hour. If I fail, you have full bragging rights and the dessert from my rations box for a week."

Oh, this was a bet you could get behind. Being able to take Hunter down a peg and tease him about this victory in front of the entire batch would be a treat in of itself, but to also have the best part of a rations box - from his rations no less, on top of yours? That was quite literally the sweetest deal you could think of.

"Okay. And what if I lose?" You wondered, allowing yourself to consider the bet that was laid out in front of you.

Hunter smirked and you barely noticed his grip tighten on the edge of his helmet. "If I win, I'll put an end to your little game." His vagueness left you on the edge of your seat, uncertain as to what he was playing at. He saw the faint confusion written on your face and he gave a little scoff. "You know what I'm talking about."

"I'm pretty sure I don't." You answered coolly, and he wasn't buying it.

"This." Hunter gestured between the two of you. "You stir up trouble so I'll cave in and give you attention away from everyone else. If I win, that stops."

The games. Your games. The teasing, the brat-like behavior of challenging him at any given moment just to spur a reaction, and your innate desire to have some form of alone time with him. Hunter wasn't blind to it, but even you weren't quite sure what your end goal was. It seemed the clone had his own end planned out. Where he'd snatch the fan out of your hand that you'd use to ignite flames of... something. You couldn't define it so how could he?

"So, let me get this straight." You hummed thoughtfully. "If I win, I get bragging rights and the desserts from your rations for a week. And if you win... you want me to leave you alone?"

Hunter's sly smile wasn't exactly reassuring. "I didn't say that. I said you stop the mind games."

When you didn't respond, he walked the few paces it took to have the two of you practically chest to chest with one another and it forced you to gaze up at him. That smile never faded and if anything, you could barely catch the glimpse of mischief in his eyes.

"If I win, we end those games my way." The low, enthralled thrum in his tone sent a shiver down your spine. "I'll show you why I'm in charge around here."

Oh.

OH.

So that was his plan, huh? He wanted to get you to back down and let him take the reigns of this very confusing and complicated tango you two danced together. He wanted you to relinquish control and let him pull the strings.

Now you weren't so sure if you wanted to win. Not with the way his dominating aura left a thrilling prickle of nerves under your skin.

But you couldn't show him weakness. He'd exploit that and really turn the tide in his favor. You needed to be strong, at least in this moment.

Besides, if he actually could track you down in a place like this with nothing but his senses and wits? That would be just about the hottest thing you'd ever see him do. Aside from that one time he had removed his bandana to clean it and he had this messy, but oh so attractive style to his hair, where it all loosely framed his face and cascaded over his shoulders just a tad. You hadn't seen it that way since, and now you were seeing something equally hot.

The gaze of purpose. That glint in his eye when he had an objective and was determined to achieve it. And right now, he had it while staring directly at you, and you were certain that if he tried to touch you, you'd turn into putty right in his hands without hesitation.

"So, do we have a deal?" The words practically dripped with the subtlest hint of seduction off of Hunter's tongue, and your throat dried under the context of the situation at hand.

With a timid nod, you both shook hands on it, and that smug bastard had the audacity to smirk while firmly gripping your hand in his.

"Good luck. You're gonna need it."

At 22:00... the game would begin.

Chapter Text

You could barely hear your own labored breathing due to the intensity of your heart beat pounding through your ears. Your whole body felt like it was on fire with each rapid stride that led you further and further away from the Marauder. You had no idea how far out you were, but based on the countdown you set on your vambrace attached to your wrist, it had already been five minutes. You only had five more to go before he would come looking for you.

Trying to traverse the marshy forests of Onderon was as annoying as it was difficult. You couldn't be too swift otherwise you risked slipping on loose mud or scraping yourself on thorned flora or ragged trees where the bark had been stripped in some areas and made them awfully dangerous.

And not to mention the wildlife. Despite your thumping heart and hazy focus, you could faintly make out a mixture of birds and screeching of other tree-dwelling creatures.

What were you thinking?!

These jungles were a nightmare. Why did you choose this planet of all places to challenge Hunter's augmented trait? Why couldn't you have at least picked a more pleasant location like Naboo or hell even Ord Mantell would have been better because you had a lot more cover via the dense population and various scents of different goods that could have clouded his senses. But no, you picked the swamp planet.

Fortunately, you stumbled across a river that flowed to the east. As you approached the edge of the river, you checked your vambrace.

Three minutes and thirty seconds left. You glanced behind you and huffed in mild frustration as you saw the obvious indentations of your boots in the mud. Kriff. They were so noticeable that you knew for damn sure that Hunter would have no problem tracking you down. You needed to clear your tracks. Literally.

You hummed and watched the water travel downstream. You could always walk down the river and follow the path of least resistance. No mud equals no tracks, and no tracks meant that Hunter would have to rely on your scent to find you. But if you doused yourself in the river water, it could clear up that as well. However, taking the easy route meant that your options were more limited since it would be obvious that you followed the river.

But... what if you went upstream? It would technically reroute you a bit closer to the Marauder on the way up, but it's unlikely Hunter would know where you went. He'd likely assume you went downstream and give you some more time to hide until he realizes his mistake.

Kriff it. You were going upstream.

You hopped into the river and swished your feet around to clear the mud off your boots before beginning your long hike up the river. Within no time at all, your vambrace buzzed against your arm to alert you that the timer had just ended.

Hunter was on the move.

That didn't mean you could stop though. If you were going to do this, you were gonna give him a good work around before he got any opportunity at victory. So, you trudged onward, huffing quietly with each step against the current. It wasn't super strong, but it was enough to make you put a bit more effort than you were hoping.

As you continued your trek, you stopped after about five minutes to see a trail that leaded out from the river and into the forest. It wasn't wet mud, but a dry, paved path. Perfect! that meant you were less likely to leave a trace behind, right? With a bright smile, you leapt out of the river and booked it down the trail, not knowing that your wet boots left subtle imprints of your soles into the dry dirt.

"Alright. It has been ten minutes." Tech announced as he watched Hunter adjust his bandana. "Would you like me to comm in when it has been one hour?"

"Yeah. We'll let you know if we need a pick up when it's over." He replied and just as his goggled brother had called the start of the timer, the leader booked it the second he found the start of your footprints.

He found a pattern in the way you moved. You tried to be erratic, moving in jagged paths to make your movements unpredictable, but as long as he followed your trail, he knew where he was going. Although, when he did get to the river, that was where he was stumped for a moment. He didn't see footprints on the other side, nor could he pick up your scent very well with all of the flowers and the humid air giving it's own unpleasant odor. He knelt down by the river and dipped his fingertips into the water.

There was a solid flow leading east bound, so he figured you might have gone downstream. He was about to get up and head that direction when he noticed that in the middle of the stream, the rocks below were displaced from their initial resting spot. Where there was evidence of shifted stones, there was also the faint trace of your soles in the river's earthy depths. His eyes drifted westward instead and found more of the odd stone displacements.

And with a small smirk, he pushed himself to his feet. "Gotcha."

As you ventured along the pathway, you were pleasantly surprised to see that it led to a cabin, albeit abandoned. There were massive cobwebs near the building, and there were overgrown weeds that climbed up the exterior walls. You took a second to pause in your trek, taking deep, calming breaths to ease your labored body and try to alleviate the stress on your poor heart - which was still racing from pure adrenaline.

When you were finally able to calm your nerves, you approached the cabin and peeked through one of the windows. You noticed a bedroom and it had a bookcase that housed décor and keepsakes, but the whole place was a little dusty, signifying how long the home had been abandoned for.

"Huh... guess whoever was here didn't mind leaving things behind."

And as you were about to try and pry the window open, you gasped and whipped around at the sound of a branch breaking in the distance. When you didn't see anybody there, you figured you were just letting your nerves get the better of you. However, when you took another glance, you barely caught the light reflecting off a dark metallic surface.

Hunter's armor.

"Kriff!" You bolted and ran like hell, and you could hear his footsteps trailing behind, but not by much.

Vaulting over logs, ducking under hanging branches, and even once trying to swing one back to let it hit him right in the helmet. You did every evasive maneuver you knew to try and gain distance from him, but when it comes to endurance and strength, Hunter exceeded in every way. That didn't mean you weren't gonna put up a tough fight to the end.

Having him chase you... the thrill, the electric zing up your spine when you got spotted by him, your legs on fire from being put to hard work, and your racing heart pounding against your chest were feelings you never thought you'd enjoy, but you did.

You liked it a lot.

You were fairly proud of yourself for keeping him at bay for at least a few minutes, and you were certain you could barely hear Tech's voice announcing something to Hunter mid-chase. Probably a warning for how much time was left. Did you really stall him to the end point of the time limit?

Unfortunately, not long enough. Right as you were about to pivot and turn down a heavily forested region, Hunter leapt forward and took you to the ground, both of your bodies tumbling into the damp dirt with a heavy thud. You wrestled one another, fighting to get on top before the other could. The way he tussled with you was just like how he'd try to take down an adversary in the field.

He was taking this seriously. Very seriously.

So when he brought out a second wind of strength that forced you into the ground, you knew you were done for. He firmly planted his hips on top of yours and pinned your arms above your head to keep you from struggling.

When you looked up at him, there was a moment of silence, where all either of you could hear was the sound of your labored breathing, especially his with his helmet on. You relentlessly tried to squirm out of his grasp but that only spurred him to tighten his grip and add more pressure onto your wrists.

"Game over." Hunter panted out breathlessly. You could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

You groaned and let your head fall back onto the ground, and took in a big gulp of air. "I was so close..."

Hunter chuckled weakly. "Yeah... five more minutes and you could've won." Despite being hidden under his gear, you knew he was holding that smug smirk he usually had when he was right about something.

"Kriff off... I gave you a run for your money." You snipped, but when you felt his thumbs lightly caress your wrists, you eased up, glancing away with slight embarrassment at having lost the bet you had set up for yourself. "Now you get your gloating rights... happy?"

Now that he had caught his breath, he was able to give a genuine, deep laugh and he leaned down a bit so his helmet was hovering just a few inches over your face. "Oh, the game isn't over until I say it's over. That was the deal." He saw the look of confusion written all over you and he snickered. "I plan on getting back at you for all the teasing and jabs you threw at me all those months."

He released your wrists so he could take his helmet off and tossed it aside. His hair had fallen victim to helmet-hair and with the humidity, it was frizzy and more tangled than usual. And the way he looked at you... Maker, it was almost carnal. And before you could process it any further, he had your wrists pinned down again and your heart raced at the close proximity.

"W-What are you gonna do?" You murmured as you felt his breath fan over your nose and cheeks, tickling your skin delightfully.

Hunter's grip wasn't tight on you, but you could tell that he didn't want you going anywhere. However, through the near primal gaze in his eyes, you noticed a trace of concern.

"I want the nonsense to stop." He swallowed the thick lump that formed in his throat. "The games are fun but... I want to know if they mean anything to you like they do to me."

You sucked in a sharp breath as he shifted his hips, and the slight friction of fabric against your crotch made you hum pleasantly.

"Of course they do!" You clenched your fists since you couldn't really do much else but look up at him. "Do you see me trying to do this shit with Crosshair or Tech, or anyone else for that matter? You think I'd make myself run through this stupid swamp just to get bragging rights? Are you kidding me?" You laughed breathlessly and you could see the concern fade from his eyes, and a little smile tug at his lips. "I like messing with you because I like you, Hunter."

A deep, rumbled laughter was his response, and it was like music to your ears.

"You know, you could have just said that, and then I wouldn't have chased you out into the middle of nowhere."

Now it was your turn to snicker and smiled up at him knowingly. "Maybe I wanted you to."

"For the bet?" He questioned and you shook your head. "Then for what?"

You shifted your hips under him and purposefully brushed them against his own. "Because I like when you get serious."

He let out a low groan and his grip tightened around your wrists. "Careful, Y/N. You're playing a dangerous game."

"I like danger." You mused and repeated your actions. "Why do you think I like being around you so much?"

Hunter chuckled and leaned down to whisper in your ear. "I won't go easy on you. You sure this is what you want?"

You shivered at the low thrum of his voice next to you and whined softly.

"If you're gonna do it, hurry up before Tech comes looking for us!" You gasped out and that was all the convincing he needed. Without a second more to waste, he crashed his lips onto yours, claiming them in a fierce, but loving kiss as he grinded his hips against yours. You moaned into his mouth and turned into putty under him.

Hunter pulled back with a wet smack of your lips and he panted harshly, immediately moving to his next target. Your neck.

He took a deep breath as he planted kisses down your jaw and throat, enjoying the sweet scent of your lust and sweat mingling together. With each kiss, he was blissfully overwhelmed with nothing but you, and you were shuddering and keening with delight every time his lips met your skin.

When his lips met the nape of your neck, you yelped as he bit down and sucked on it, leaving what was sure to be a bright bruise for later. The way he growled as he did so sent a rush of heat straight to your now aching cunt. He wanted you, and was making sure that the others could see that you were his. You jerked your hips up against his and whined. "Hunter, please."

Hunter smirked and moved a hand away from your wrists to send it down to the hem of your shirt. His fingertips tugged it out from under your pants where you had tucked it in and brushed his hand under the fabric, caressing the smooth skin of your abdomen teasingly. "Patience, mesh'la."

As he continued to lay claim over your neck, his hand traveled further upward and cupped one breast, squeezing it in his palm through your bra. You moaned quietly and he took in another long inhale of your scent.

"Maker... you don't know what you do to me." He praised and the low, lustful tone sent tremors down your spine.

You, on the other hand, wanted to test his tolerance to your teasing. You couldn't know for sure, but you could definitely feel his arousal poking at you with each little shift of his hips.

"So mister dark and broody has a soft spot, huh?" You chided and hummed happily as his lips traversed up your neck this time and he nipped at the lobe of your ear with a hungry growl.

"I'll wear you out until you have nothing left to say. Keep testing me, cyar'ika." And as the playful threat fell off his tongue, the hand that was under your shirt moved further down south, his fingertips pushing past the waistband of your pants and teasing your clothed pussy by sliding a couple fingers over the fabric of your panties.

You shuddered under his touch and fought against the hand that still kept both your wrists hostage. "Then quit stalling and actually do it!" You whined needily, but that whine cut sharply into a shaky gasp as his middle finger pressed against the fabric of your underwear and you could feel the digit brush against your folds and barely provided some stimulation to your desperately throbbing clit. With a bit more pressure, he rubbed it ever so slightly and smirked as you quivered and tried to stifle a moan.

"Beg for it." Hunter mused, breath ghosting along your neck before he kissed just beneath your jaw. All the while his finger continued to taunt you without even breaking the barrier the thin cloth of your panties provided. "Tell me how much you want it."

At first you didn't respond, breathless and mildly trembling under his grasp. He was afraid he might have gone too far, until he stopped and you practically reprimanded him for doing so.

"Hunter, I swear to the Maker if you stop right now I'll-"

"You'll what?" He chided and his fingers brushed over your covered cunt, not giving you the stimulation you were craving, and his other hand tightened it's grip to reaffirm to you that you couldn't really do much. You knew, however, that he'd let you go at any point if you asked.

"I-I'll..." you hesitated, lacking any proper threat you could use in retaliation to his insistent teasing. So, you fell back on the slowly diminishing time you had left in the wilderness together. "If you don't hurry up, Tech's gonna come looking for us."

Hunter smirked. "Then you better ask nicely then, huh?"

You whined impatiently and you hated how his amused smile made your stomach get all tied up in knots. Those same, stupid fluttery feelings you got whenever he'd just look in your general direction, only now they were hitting you ten fold.

"Please..." You tried to supplement the rest of the demand with a pleading gaze but he wasn't letting you off the hook that easy. You wanted to play games? Well, this was the consequence of taunting him for all those months.

"Please, what?"

You threw your head back and groaned. Hunter's breathy chuckle made you shiver in the best of ways. "Can you please fuck me?"

The Batch's leader hummed deliciously with satisfaction at hearing you finally give in and ask him to do the one thing he never thought he'd ever hear from you. That was your invitation, and what type of man would he be if he refused it?

"There you go. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" He mused as he released your wrists. The second he did, you seized the moment and pulled him down into a breathtaking lip lock, keeping him close by firmly holding onto the back of his neck. Your other hand gripped the edge of his torso armor plate with searing desperation.

That fire. Your passion. Hunter melted from your strong reactions and you used that temporary weakness to flip your positions. He gasped and parted from the kiss as you pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, hands planted on his chest as you both gazed at one another with a mixture of awe and undeniable hunger.

"Take your gear off." Hunter ordered huskily, and you were hesitant to get up, but when you did, he stayed right where he was at, only sitting up to unfastened his codpiece and tossed it to be with his helmet. He watched as you made a blatant, teasing display of yourself while removing every article of clothing from the waist down.

You unclipped your tool belt and it clattered around your ankles. Next you unzipped your work boots and kicked them off. Lastly, you shimmied out of your pants and underwear, draping them on a bush where they wouldn't touch the dusty, lightly damp floor. You were positive Hunter's armor was going to need a thorough cleaning when you got back, but you let that thought get swept away in favor of admiring the gorgeous tent that was pitched in Hunter's blacks. Nice, thick, and ready to be put to work.

You sauntered over to him, but when you went to sit on his lap, his hands gripped the soft dips of your hips and pulled you further up until your knees were on either side of his head.

"H-Hunter, what are-"

He shushed you with a mischievous smile and pulled his gloves off with his teeth. He kept one hand on your waist, making sure you stayed perfectly still for him while his other hand went to work, using the rough pad of his thumb to rub heavenly circles on your clit.

You sucked in a sharp gasp and quivered under his touch, bucking your hips involuntarily, and earning a chuckle out of Hunter.

"When was the last time you got do to this?"

An embarrassed flush overcame your cheeks, turning them bright pink as you glanced away and keened delightfully at his slow and steady massage on your bud.

"Its uh... been a long time... let's just out it that way." You admitted softly between tiny pants as you watched him in a haze, losing your train of thought in the simple but oh so heavenly sensations his thumb provided.

Hunter could see the glossy look in your eyes, and the blush that dusted your cheekbones only added your beautiful, blissful expression. Plus, your arousing scent from your pussy being in such close proximity to his face stirred a new desire. He wanted to see just how peacefully fucked out he could make you, and in how many ways.

"Mesh'la." He praised and increased the tempo at which his thumb had been circling your sensitive bud. You squeaked at the zing of pleasure that shot up your spine and arched into his hand, biting back a moan that almost slipped off your tongue. He 'tsk'ed quietly and tightened his hold on your hip for emphasis. "I want to hear you."

His hot gaze and building fire in your core pushed away any concerns about being caught by his brothers, and your mouth fell open, a little moan gracing his ears as your hips twitched again at the buildup developing in your body. You recognized the familiar sensation of an orgasm coiling up and Hunter could see it based on how your breathing began to hitch. He kept his pace and didn't change a thing, watching as you gasped, followed by a higher pitched cry and your body shuddered in pure ecstasy, limbs locking momentarily.

Your cry faded into tiny whines as you came down from your high, and Hunter swiped a finger through your folds, taking satisfaction of his own in seeing the plentiful juices that soaked it. He waited for you to meet his gaze before licking it clean and humming at the taste.

"D-Did you just?" You were astonished, even in your hazy state of mind, and Hunter smirked wickedly.

"Yeah. Mind if I get a little more?" Your heart fluttered wildly, and you shook your head, encouraging him to continue. But to your surprise, he didn't bring an additional finger to your wet cunt. No. He used both hands to grip your waist again and he kept you still as he licked a straight line up your slit with his tongue, then closed his lips around your swollen clit, and sucked on it, making you shout and shiver from the overstimulation.

"H-Hunter...."

He only dug in, lapping up as much of your cum as he could. You were overwhelmed as his wet muscle found every nook and crevice. He was eating you up without a care in the world, and he wasn't coming up for air. You were trembling now, and you were thankful that you were already on your knees, otherwise they would have buckled long ago. The warmth of his breath, slickness of his tongue caressing your sensitive folds, and the slight tickling from his developing stubble were all driving you mad in the best of ways. But it felt like it was too much after just cumming for the first time in a while. Despite your attempts to get him away from your overstimulated clit, he knew just how to latch onto it and make you see stars.

"Hunter! I-It's too much..." You keened, but your hips bucking into his mouth said otherwise. His deep, rumbling laugh as he finally gave you a breather made your stomach flip excitedly.

"Give me one more, Cyar'ika. Then I promise I'll give ya what you want."

You could see your juices glistening on his lips and chin, making part of his tattoo shine in the sunlight that came through the trees. Not to mention his eyes were trained on you as if you were the only thing in the galaxy right now. He wanted you and only you.

You bit your lip, almost afraid of being too worn out if he drew another orgasm out of you so soon, but you could see the determination he had, and as sexually charged as the situation was, your chest blossomed with warmth when you realized that he wasn't focused on his own satisfaction at all. Just yours. Even when he mentioned that he'd fuck you afterward, he never mentioned himself receiving anything out of it. Simply, "I'll give you what you want."

When you felt his fingers gently caress your thighs, you stirred back to the present and realized that you had spaced out. He chuckled softly and smiled.

"Already losing you?" He mused, and you snickered quietly.

"No... just trying to figure out if I can handle another one. I still wanna be awake when you fuck me, after all." You chided, and you both silently laughed at the thought of you passing out from exhaustion before you could get to the main event.

"If you do, we can just go back to your place on Ord Mantell, and I can finish what I started." He offered with a little smirk, and you playfully smacked his shoulder.

"You're insatiable."

"That would be you." He retorted and lightly pinched your thigh. "Miss I need it right now."

You rolled your eyes and he hummed in amusement. "So, what's the plan. Am I doing this or not? It's all up to you."

You took a quick second to weigh your options and decided, kark it. This is a once in a blue moon situation, and you'd be damned if you didn't take advantage of the alone time.

"Y-Yeah, go ahead." You braced yourself as he got himself comfortable beneath you again and went back to eagerly lapping you up as if you hadn't just had the momentary break. You gasped and your thighs clenched, touching the sides of his head, and you had to force yourself to think and spread your legs just a tad so you didn't risk suffocating the poor man.

Although, if you had gotten his input, he certainly wouldn't have fussed if he got caught between your lovely curves. Die with a badge of honor.

But your thoughts became muddled and fuzzy as that surging heat returned into your core, and your body was trembling a lot harder now, and your breathing became labored.

"Oh fuck, Hunter- I'm gonna-"

He latched his lips onto your abused clit and you sobbed, a couple of tears trickling down your cheeks from the intensity of the second orgasm that washed over you. He continued to use his tongue on you, collecting as much of your release as he could and swallowing it with pride. You backed yourself up so you could lie on him, head on his chestplate, and he gently combed his fingers through your hair.

"You still breathing?" He joked, and you weakly slapped his armor, making him laugh happily and tilted your head up so he could caress your cheek. "Still think you can take round three?" He wondered, and you smirked in response.

"Just don't expect me to move. I can safely say my legs have turned to jelly."

Hunter chuckled and winked. "You're welcome."

And with that, he carefully shifted you over so he could free himself from his blacks, and you watched with great interest, mouth practically watering at the sight of his thick cock that was waiting for some action. Hunter had you sit up on your knees again, only so you could take him at your own pace.

When the tip was lined up at your entrance, you took a deep breath before slowly easing down onto it, but all the air got sucked out of your lungs when you felt it breach the tight ring and deliciously spread you open.

"Easy," Hunter warned softly, and you nodded, pausing to take a breath and let yourself adjust. "You doing okay?"

"Mhm." You nodded with the hummed response. "Just... need to get used to it."

Once you were steady again, you continued your descent, and inch by inch you took him until your hips met, and he bottomed out inside you. You moaned at the full feeling it gave you, and Hunter encouraged you to let him move the two of you.

Carefully, he flipped you both around so you were on your back, hips slightly off the ground and he held onto you to keep your lower half from touching the dirt. The new angle guaranteed he reached deeper in you and you tilted your head back to let out a breathy sigh.

"Better?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Much better."

He smiled and slowly began to pull out, making you whine until he sunk back in again, keeping that slow and steady pace. Feeling his cock slide in and out of you, giving you that slight stretch inside felt incredible. You had almost forgotten what that felt like, and was glad that Hunter was the one to remind you.

And when he knew you were well adjusted, that's when he picked up the pace. Slightly faster with more powerful thrusts, and the tempo increased over the next couple of minutes until his hips were slamming into yours. You weren't even trying to silence yourself or hold back anymore. You let all of your moans come out completely unfiltered, and your words became mumbled into nothings as he fucked you senseless.

Each thrust struck that sweet spot deep within you, and the more he hit it, the more your body felt like it was floating on air.

More, and more, and more. The lewd sounds of his soaked cock and thighs slamming into backside filled the clearing, and your cries of bliss added to the symphony.

"Hunter... I think I'm gonna-" Your warning got cut off by an involuntary moan, and Hunter didn't let up.

"Cum for me, mesh'la." The way he practically ordered you to let go with that deep, authoritative tone was the final thing that shoved you over the edge, and you let out one last shriek of pleasure.

Seeing you come undone and clenching tightly around him spurred Hunter into a few more final thrusts before going as deep as he could and spilling himself inside, a deep groan leaving his throat as he did so.

He kept your legs wrapped around his waist so he could lean over you and plant gentle kisses along your cheek and jaw, and one last one on your lips.

"Fuck... I'm barely standing after one round, and you made it through three?" He quietly mused, and you couldn't help but giggle.

"Guess I'm just better than you."

Hunter snorted and carefully pulled himself out of you, shivering as he did so. "Don't start with me. I could still find ways to put that mouth of yours to work."

"Promise?" You chided as he helped you up and handed you your gear. He gave you a jokingly deadpanned expression, and you cracked up. "Alright, alright. I'll stop. For now."

Hunter sighed and smiled. "I'll take that, I guess."

"Hunter, do you copy? Are you ignoring me?"

Your comms both went off clear as day once you both grabbed your helmets, and the long-haired clone paled when he realized he completely forgot to update Tech. He rushed to put his helmet on and replied instantly.

"Sorry, Tech. We got into a bit of an argument about who won. Didn't mean to leave you hanging."

The defeated sigh was all it took to signal that his brother had let go of his frustration.

"And...? I'm going to assume you won." Tech theorized, and you caved in when Hunter looked expectantly at you with that same confident smirk.

With a fake, grumpy tone, you answered. "Yeah... Hunter won."

"Very well. Rendezvous back at the Marauder. We just received a transmission from Cid. We have a new mission to complete."

You and Hunter let mutual, exhausted sighs and smiled at each other before he finalized the conversation.

"Copy that, Tech."

The comms fizzled out, and he helped you finish putting the rest of your gear on, and - like the gentleman he was- offered to carry you on his back to the ship. You gladly accepted and he didn't break a sweat. Although he did when he had to come up with an on-the-fly excuse as to why he had been carrying you. Twisted ankle. A poor excuse, but no one seemed to question it.

Except for Crosshair, who gave you a sneaky little smirk as you both retreated to go lie down for a bit.

Cheeky little shit.