Hey guys. I know this isn't technically a Star Wars fic as promised, and Obi-Wan is only mentioned, but I couldn't help myself. I absolutely ADORE Rexsoka (Rex/Ahsoka) and basically every country love song I hear perfectly defines them. So here you have it, I Don't Dance.

Disclaimer: I just own the idea, not the song or characters.

"I Don't Dance"

I'll never settle down,

That's what I always thought

Yeah, I was that kind of man,

just ask anyone

I don't dance, But here I am

Spinning you around and around in circles

It Ain't my style, but I don't care

I'd do anything with you anywhere

Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand

Cause, I don't dance

Love's never come my way,

I've never been this far

Cause you took these two left feet

And waltzed away with my heart

No, I don't dance, but here I am

Spinning you around and around in circles

It ain't my style, but I don't care

I'd do anything with you anywhere

Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl

Cause, I don't dance

Ohhh

I don't dance

Ooh

I don't dance, but here I am

Spinning you around and around in circles

It ain't my style, but I don't care

I'd do anything with you anywhere

I don't dance, but here I am

Spinning you around and around in circles

It ain't my style, but I don't care

I'd do anything with you anywhere

Yeah, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl

Cause, I don't dance

On the Resolute

Rex stopped as the first strains of a slow dance song filtered through his bucket. He turned his head towards the noise, and was shocked to see it seemed to be coming from the room the general and commander had transformed into a sparring room. He would have thought that if any music would be coming from in there, it would be a fast beat, not a slow waltz.

Slowly, he inched towards the door, the soft music drawing him in. The door swished open when the sensor picked up his presence and he flinched, but the sole occupant of the room didn't notice him.

The commander's back was turned towards him, but she wasn't standing still. Ahsoka had her hands up like a partner was in front of her, and she was swaying back and forth to the beat. Mesmerized, he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and posture relaxed. He knew he should leave, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the girl in front of him. He always had hidden forbidden feelings for his commander, but now his heart felt like a herd of stampeding banthas. Watching her had always been one of his favorite pastimes, but now…

The music reached its climax, and Ahsoka started doing a small two-step with her invisible dancer. Rex took his helmet off silently and set it by the door. He slowly walked up to her, and stopped right as her "partner" spinned her.

"Rex!" She squeaked. She dropped her arms and stopped moving, but the music still played around them. Kriff, he thought. This wasn't in the plan at all.

Actually, what was the plan?

He struggled to find something to say, before he lost the chance. Hit with a sudden inspiration, Rex smirked. Before he lost his nerve, he placed his left hand behind his back, and bowed while extending his right hand to her.

"May I cut in?" His voice seemed deeper than usual, but Ahsoka's slow smile was worth it.

"Of course," she replied quietly. She gracefully placed her hand in his, and he straightened up. His hand found it's way to her waistline, and her arm draped itself around his shoulders. It was a bit of a reach for her, but neither of them minded. All Rex knew was that it brought her closer to him.

They gingerly stepped around each other, twirling in small circles. Rex's heart was still pounding, and he was afraid she could feel it through the armor. He glanced down at her face, and she looked up at him through her thick lashes at the same time. They slowed to a stop, and stood there looking at each other. It barely registered in Rex's mind that the music had stopped. He wondered what he was supposed to do now, but Ahsoka solved that problem for him. She hesitantly stepped back and made to turn away, but Rex's gloved hand tightened around her smaller one. She turned back, looking unsure of herself.

In one swift move, Rex had pulled her back into his embrace and had planted a feather-light kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks for the dance, Commander," he whispered into the valley between her montrals. Then he loosened his arms and turned away, only stopping to pick up his helmet.