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Setting: 0900: The end of the battle planning session between General Skywalker, Commander Tano, Captain CT-7567, and ARC Troopers CT-21-0408 and CT-27-5555
Ahsoka stared at the star chart in front of her and tried desperately to pay attention to her master's battle strategy.
She exhaled, in an effort to concentrate, and took in the emotions of those around her. Echo, focused with thoughts racing. Fives, interested, but shifty with pent up energy. Her master, excited yet serious. Rex-
She exhaled sharply- the exercise failed. It was to no use- involuntarily her eyes flickered across the chart in an effort to catch his eyes.
He looked- serious. Calm. Professional. Nothing like he had last night when-
Rex, with a look she could only describe as hunger, raking black eyes down her naked torso, lingering on her heaving breasts, as he pinned her easily to the bed with a hand.
Rex, biting her collarbone as his hands caressed and pinched her montrals, making her yelp.
Rex, his mouth sensuously torturing her breast as his hands explored her belly and thighs as she gasped his name.
Rex, his big strong hands parting her legs as he-
Ahsoka felt heat spread across her cheeks and down her neck, her montrals flushing as she glanced over at him yet again. His eyes seemed to be focused everywhere but her and she felt the confusion present since she'd woke up swirl through her.
She rolled over, tangling her legs in the sheets, and stubbornly kept her eyes shut. If she didn't see the light, maybe she could fall back asleep.
Stretching in an effort to get comfortable, she abruptly froze as her legs protested. Then, she remembered everything.
Her and Rex- all tangled and hot together as he drove her mad-having noises ripped from her-what he tasted like-what he felt like-how they had…
Ahsoka jerked upright in bed, blue eyes flashing open as she wildly looked around. No Rex. Her rooms were empty, the sheets beside her cold, empty. She was alone, and not even an imprint of his head remained.
A sick feeling started to roll in her stomach, and Ahsoka tried to turn her attention back to the star chart.
She had evidently missed something, because Anakin had already zoomed out of the map and asked, "What do you think, Rex?"
Rex, voice throwing her in a flashback, answered, "It seems sound, General." Echo, standing beside Ahsoka, gave Rex a curious look.
Skyguy nodded, blue eyes glinting. "Dismissed men. We'll meet tomorrow, at 1400. The invasion will occur, providing everything is on schedule, at 1900. Go get some rest."
Turning away before her master could sense anything, she hurried out after Rex. He was striding quickly down the hallway, moving at a faster clip than she'd ever seen him walk.
"Rex!" she called, and he stopped, waiting for her. She caught up, and then couldn't move any closer. Desire, uncertainty, and embarrassment flowed through her body as she gazed up at his face.
Before she could loose her nerve, she started, "I-" The words choked in her throat as she looked into his eyes.
Taking a breath, she blurted, "Rex, we need to talk." What if he thought she was being silly? Or too uncertain? Or unprofessional? "About the mission," she added quickly. "And"- Oh Force, she could feel her skin heating up- "About last night."
Words finally out, she waited for his response.
Rex… went still. Every feature froze, his eyes widening every so slightly. She could see his neck muscles becoming rigid, and his right fist clenched softly into a ball. Timidly, she reached through the Force for him, and felt- revulsion. Dread. Uncertainty.
She felt her eyes begin to water as he abruptly slammed his helmet on. His voice was colder than she'd ever heard it as he answered her, "There's nothing to discuss Commander. I've already filed the mission report."
Then, he turned and walked away.
Ahsoka stood there, frozen. A tear slipped from her eye and ran down her cheek. He'd… She'd…He was disgusted with her. He hadn't enjoyed what they'd done, was clearly repulsed by it. He…
Numbly, she started down the hallway as she furiously blinked back the moisture in her eyes. Rex was sickened by her. He-her best friend, her captain, her confidant, her battle partner- she'd driven him away. Somehow, she had ruined their friendship. What had she done? She had thought…
Ahsoka was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Fives until she slammed into him. Staggering back, she looked up at the ARC trooper, who looked exactly like Rex yet not at all similar to him.
An armored hand had grabbed her arm to keep her from landing on her butt. A worried Fives peered down at her. "Are you alright, sir?"