A/N: this story takes place in an AU – the Clone Wars takes longer than anticipated and Ahsoka, after leaving the Jedi order failed for years to find any „normal", long-lasting job so everyone is an adult. If you see them otherwise, I'm sorry to break it to you, but it's your problem, not mine.

A/N2" it's a one-off, alternative timeline, sort-of story. With next one we will be back to our scheduled programming.

First time for everything

There is no shame in hard work – proverb

They asked her to change to one of their costumes and strike few poses then hired her on a spot. They taught her tips, tricks, dos and don'ts of whoring as a whole and 69's etiquette. Later she was delegated to pole-dancing and waitressing during slower nights. Of course the madam promised her, that once she'd settled in, she'd start working directly with patrons. But so far, it was an OK job. Mostly even better than the ones she had so far and better paid as well.

69's had their own system: To be as discreet as possible the staff never used such information as names, species or even gender of their patrons. Describing them rather by their preferences. At the beginning she was confused by how many of their clients were into military kinks, Jedi fetishes, bathrobes, affinity for posh accents or black leather without BDSM undertones...

Then one day, the order came. Shoka motioned Ahsoka to come closer. With hushed tone, she reassured her, that her first... client - the patron lovingly dubbed as Togruta connoisseur by the staff - was a vanilla sex type of guy who tipped nicely. He didn't have any unusual preferences, except obvious tenderness for that one species. The staff didn't know why he was so worked-up about Tugrutas but other than that he was perfect for a first one-on-one job - He even agreed to work with a novice and declined the courteous discount that came with it.

Ahsoka was vibrating. It was not that she wanted to do this. Not that she didn't want to do this either. She meditated long and deep to made peace with this part of her job. It was exact opposite of what the Order taught, or didn't teach, her. Passion lead to the Dark Side. Bullshit. At the end of the day a job is a job. At least, in this case, the groping and sexually charged situations were part of the gig she'd signed up for to get paid rather than being a side effect of a power-play of her higher-ups.

The ex-Jedi fixed her get-up for the last time. Suddenly hyper-aware of how suggestive and revealing it was. Red and gold. Gold and red. Stylish. Tacky? Tacky. Stylish? Just few layers of batiste lace fastened with golden braces. The material was so thin and so sparsely arranged, it even made her body markings visible. She was practically naked.

She took a deep breath then pushed the button.

The doors opened with silent hiss.

She didn't know what to expect.

She didn't know who to expect.

Ahsoka stood in the door frame, petrified.

There, in dimly lit room, stood Rex. The soft lighting and red hue of the room made the white parts of his clone armor glear crimson red.

It all clicked: the military kinks, Jedi fetish, posh accents, bath-kriffing-robes! 69's was serving clones. Clones frequented to brothels. Clones could and did have sex! Of course, they did. Don't be ridiculous, Ahsoka! Even though ex-Jedi never viewed her former subordinates that way, they were normal people. Why did she assume otherwise? They were infertile not impotent and even those men had their needs. As far as she knew, and she knew that from Coric, they didn't have potassium bromide laced diet.

They had no official means to take care of that aspect of their biology, so they had to improvise.

Upon seeing her, Rex dropped a faceted glass of alcohol he was holding, the drink spilled on the thick, fluffy carpet. Thankfully the glassware survived the fall. He immediately picked it up.

"Captain-?" Ahsoka's voice broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Commander" the man interjected.

"I'm not your comma-"

"I am- I mean..." he reached for the bottle standing on small round table near the foot of the bed, poured himself another shot, downed it in one swing "I was promoted after you le- a while ago"

"Oh! Eeerrm... Congratulation!"

Rex nodded his head in acknowledgment.

It was awkward. Beyond ridiculous. Of all people in the Galaxy, she ended up with her ex-right hand man.

"I'm glad you're doing well"

"Ditto"

"So... you want me to call you commander?"

Rex's cheeks turned red, then the color spread to his ears, neck, maybe even further.

"I'm not really into that, but it sounds... nice when you- civilians say it"

Kriff it! It's like tearing off a bacta patch.

"then..."Ahsoka outstretched her arms, grinning, trying to sound as cheerful and playful as possible "come here, commander"

Rex chuckled nervously, head dropping low. But he did mimic Ahsoka's gesture. They met half-way.

Rex embraced her, trapping her in a vice-grip, almost pushing air of her lungs. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep, ragged breath. She felt, via Force, a torrent of confusion, embarrassment, relief and anticipation rushing through him. Waves of his emotions made her head spin - no wonder he was so wound up.

"Don't forget to breathe, Rexter" She awkwardly patted his back, Rex immediately exhaled. "you want to... talk about it?"

He shook his head.

"you wanna forget about it? Just for a short while?"

He nodded.

His hands inched their way to her hips, finally releasing her from a tight hug.

Ahsoka's hands worked on clasps of his pauldron. The clone trooper's armor might have moved to it's third phrase, but the basics stayed the same.

Basics always stayed the same.