They stood on the balcony taking in the majestic scene that lit up the night. Naked as they were, their bodies still glistened with sweat and radiated with pleasure. Ahsoka could hear their heartbeats pounding away as Rex's hand gently took hers. Standing side by side, they balanced the ecstasy of what had just happened with the alarm that they were not alone.
"I assume, Rex, this is the bird?"
"Yup. Nosey little thing, isn't she?"
The gentle, green bird huffed adorably at his comment.
Rex huffed back as he used the clothes he had grabbed to attempt to cover his manhood.
Ahsoka chuckled at the exchange. Though they didn't feel immediate threat or danger, they were still cautious. He knew this was Ahsoka's area of expertise, or at least he hoped it was.
He draped Ahsoka's cloak over her shoulders as he started to put his black pants back on.
"Do not be alarmed. I do not watch what is shared between you. That is yours to share only. My place is in the realm of the world between the worlds. I sense how you are, but your life and the choices you make are yours. The connection between you two is quite powerful. It can reawaken the light, but only if you let the Force guide you."
The voice was powerful yet delicate, feminine, and assured. There were harmonizing layers to the being's voice, resulting in some hypnotic effect. The words gently echoed a whisper to ensure the listeners were attentive and calm.
"Witness all that you have awoken here."
The little green bird closed its big green eyes and turned its little stocky feathered body around to face the lagoon, the jungled forest, the waterfall. Streams of stardust were dancing in the canopies of the wild woods. Perhaps the glittering specs were tracing the trails of a single creature or maybe thousands of them. Where once there was only darkness, now a mesmerizing scene of patterned colors, all shades and hues glowed with enchantment. Ahsoka noticed it was pulsing with their heartbeats.
"Rex? Give me your hand," she held hers out as he finished tying up the drawstring.
"What is it?" He readily offered her his hand, allowing curiosity to command him.
"Feel this," she relayed as she brought his hand to her bare chest over her heart. He felt her heartbeat regulating, "Now look at the trees over there."
It took him a moment, but once Rex saw it, it was incredible. He noticed other areas of the forest were pulsing with his heartbeat. At the same time, the spot Ahsoka initially had pointed to pulsed in time with her heart's steady tempo.
They looked at each other with amazement and then turned their baffled looks to take in all of the sights. The glow of deep purple from the lagoon reflected off the skin of their faces. Even though the beauty of the deep jungle forest seemed to be a celebration of their impromptu ceremony, they both shared a healthy dose of skepticism. This was mainly due to their uninvited guest, who was still calmly perched on the balcony railing, looking away from them.
"You have been feeling the Force growing in you, Ahsoka, haven't you? There will be hope and regret, pleasure and pain, joy and sadness; these things cannot live without the other. There will be balance again. You will meet me at the Temple of the Mother and begin your tasks as light kisses the land for the new day."
"The Temple? You mean the ruins?"
"Ruins!" The laughter that followed was lazy and slightly condescending,
"So much to learn. But you will know the truth. You see ruins where truth lives. It is a wonder the Jedi Order lasted as long as they did."
The comment was strange, almost dismissive of the entire Jedi Order. Ahsoka knew she was dealing with a Force-sensitive being, one that was not dark or threatening. Still, she was as lost and puzzled as she was before meeting this gentle-looking creature.
Rex moved to step behind Ahsoka,
"She's speaking to you? I only hear the bird's calls now. Do you…do you hear the woman's voice?"
With this information, Ahsoka needed to be careful. There was a reason Rex could not hear the conversation between her and this presence.
"Do you have a name? What do I call you?"
"You need a name. Of course. You may call me Morai."
The name struck a chord deep within her.
Where do I know that name?
Ahsoka chose her next words carefully. This being wasn't being cryptic to be cruel. She sensed its wisdom was ancient and knew its presence was easily one of the most powerful she had ever felt in her Force consciousness.
"Morai, this…Temple of The Mother…when I arrive by dawn, will you be there? I may not be able to enter. I am no longer a Jedi."
"Jedi?! You are not required to be a Jedi to enter the temple."
Ahsoka could not precisely determine where, when, or why this being seemed so familiar, but it was unavoidable. The bird's physical presence was unquestionably a vessel carrying in it something deeply connected to her sense of the Force. This being was no stranger. Still, in all her lessons, research at the Jedi library, or in-depth discussions with more learned masters, nothing struck a single memory of any Temple of the Mother.
"Ah…you are trying to remember. You won't. We had to make sure none of you remembered."
"Remember what exactly?"
" Do not get ahead of yourself, young one. Meet me at the Temple of The Mother by dawn. You will continue to follow the path you have begun, Ahsoka Tano. Your trust in the Force will guide you. There are no distractions on the path. No detours in your heart. Your feelings are open, Ahsoka Tano. The act of searching is how one finds themselves. Search your feelings on your path."
Rex heard Morai then and slightly tensed, unsure what to make of now being included in the conversation. Ahsoka nodded at him to confirm they were okay, and she understood his small reactive body language signal.
Ahsoka still felt no fear or threat of harm. If she weren't naked with her cloak over her shoulders, she would have begun the journey right then and there, waiting for the dawn outside this temple. Neither she nor Rex had been tracking the hours of the moon's rotations. The beginning of the Jola Star over Splendor could be in a few short minutes, or it could be another few hours.
" And as for you, Captain Rex, you must complete your first task before dawn sets its light on this moon."
"My task? Whatever Ahsoka needs, she knows she can count on me. Consider it done."
The bird chirped a sequence of coos and trills that faded and changed into a new voice, one that was quite different from the echoing mystic tone it had vocalized so far. The new voice sounded younger, still feminine, but plain, as though it was some young woman just sitting on the railing talking to Rex.
"You're one of those big-hearted troopers, aren't you 7567? Hmm…yeah, you'll be a hero one day, I bet. Maybe you can help me now?"
Rex stumbled back on his heels and almost lost his footing. Ahsoka turned reactively to see Rex's face had an expression of confusion and dazed horror as the voice continued,
"It's so strange…you remind me of this boy I knew. He had blonde curls and sweet eyes just like yours. He never did know how much I…oh, never mind."
Even Ahsoka understood that tone. The plain voice still managed to be flirtatious, sultry, and thick with seduction. A fire lit up in her chest, and her face was flushed. She was experiencing a bizarre combination of unexpected arousal with stinging, awkward jealousy. Now she had nothing to say and was left staring at Rex with her mouth agape as the bird fluttered its wings. Then, without any goodbye, Morai unceremoniously flew off.
Rex's mouth shut tight. His eyes went from wide shock to immediately narrow, fixed on looking at the floor. And yet, he was the first to break the silence,
"We should get going. You have to be there by dawn."
Barely acknowledging Ahsoka's presence, he headed into the lodge without another word. His tone was painfully small and severe. Rex had never spoken so coldly to her in three years of friendship, except once. In no way did she feel like slicing into his beautiful skull again to remove a problematic memory. Whatever his task actually was, Rex was going to have to do this on his own.
Not since their first encounter on Christophsis had Rex ever seemed this distant. Ahsoka sensed Rex's feelings twist and shudder. He was deeply mortified, she knew, and it appeared the grim stoicism of Rex's conditioning as a clone had returned as a defensive reflex.
All the warmth Ahsoka had felt from him these past two days was now frozen and hidden deep within him. She winced at the jarring sensation of his emotional gates locking up and barricading any entrance.
Hesitantly, Ahsoka followed Rex back into the lodge as she eyed the colorful glow from the lagoon and forest. It had not dimmed, but the pulsing in the forest canopy was off rhythm. The radiant lights that outlined the once dark paths gave a steady rhythm.
Closing the glass doors behind her and clutching her cloak, she realized Rex had already huffed off to the bedroom.
She looked around. Remnants of their earlier passion were still sprawled out over the table and the floor. Rex was so unsettled and out of character that she didn't want to crowd him. She wasn't even sure she wanted to be around him at the moment. She certainly wasn't going to confront or chase after him.
Something in her knew this wasn't about her. She was just a witness to something he positively did not permit to be revealed. Whomever that voice was, and she had an idea, Ahsoka was sure that asking right now would be a mistake. She knew him enough to know that much.
Ahsoka pulled her cloak from her shoulders. The same cloak Rex had draped over her shoulders with such tenderness. The cloak had many different meanings to her, but it had lost a piece of itself to honor their bond.
I guess this is the love part. His love is mine to protect.
She laid the cloak on the golden sofa. An odd site was its faded brownish-gray fiberweave against the lush golden silk upholstery. Both fabrics were essentially the same shade of color; one was considered drab and muted, the other elegant and refined.
She decided to start cleaning up. Ahsoka figured if she could be naked and make a mess, she could be naked and clean it up. Fortunately, it wasn't that much of a mess. She may have cheated with the dried cherries and used the Force to pick them all up.
Ahsoka pushed in the chairs and surrendered to the memory of the wild heated pleasure she felt only moments ago when Rex was wholeheartedly giving her all of himself. Her toes curled at the thought of how gentle his tongue and lips had been on her most sensitive areas. The deep masculine moans of satisfaction that he hummed against her skin just from pleasing her.
Even as she stacked the bowls and plates, her thighs were still sore from his muscle-powered hip bones that had perfectly pounded pleasure in and out of her. The delicious and raw sight of his manhood inside her. That intense and focused look of determination on his face as he pumped into her and squeezed her breast haphazardly. She would forever recall his lip curled, heavy breaths and grunts that made her feel both incredibly powerful and desperately weak.
She stopped her movements when her breath finally hitched at the memory. Was she cruel to still be burning with desire for him right now?
"Oh, don't do that now."
His voice jolted her arousal further, even though he returned to his small but authoritative tone. She turned around and took in the dizzying sight before her. Rex was in his full armor kit, save for the helmet at his side hip under his arm. He placed the helmet back down for a moment and loaded his DC-17s back into their holsters. He once again picked his helmet back up, held it there on his hip as he moved towards her, as he spoke the words,
"Go get dressed, and I'll clean up."
If her breath was struggling before, it was completely missing in action now. Her breasts heaved with desire as she attempted to get air back into her lungs. Seeing Rex in his full armor once again was intoxicating. An officer's demeanor, poised and respectful, he was all business right now. He was looking at her like he had never touched her once. Oddly, so strangely Ahsoka was so kriffing sure this was the sexiest sight she had ever seen.
Knowing every part of him under that armor made her head spin and her stomach flutter. He was impressive, dominating, and she could finally say it: gorgeous.
If only she were wearing clothes to cover her nipples perking up and the sudden dripping of desire pooling between her sex below. She instinctively squeezed her thighs together, and the friction was unavoidably arousing. She bit the inside of her cheek to muffle the small moan. She wasn't sure what the exact protocol was on forcing Rex to the floor and making him feel as good as she knew she could, but Ahsoka was pretty sure she needed just to cool it at the moment.
Just feeling like this was thrilling, and she had no idea why? Maybe she was looking for a victory, something to strategize about, pursue and attack.
Rex stepped closer to her. He was trying to look away, but he couldn't help it. She hoped Rex could feel her body radiating this want and need. Maybe he just couldn't hold up this act of indifference anymore?
"Please go get dressed so that we can head out."
That sounded painful, she knew. It was clear that Rex was in agony trying to maintain this distance.
She narrowed her eyes. Ahsoka wanted to kiss him so badly, to trace the growing scratchy stubble on his face and neck that drove her wild and roughened her skin. Instead, she allowed her years of training and practiced patience to guide her. She smiled at him softly. Rex reacted with a "don't do that" look as he breathed heavily to maintain composure.
There will never be a distance between our hearts.
She covertly handed him the binding fabric with her other hand, never taking her eyes off him as she spoke,
"I know this isn't about me, Rex," she cupped his face, and he couldn't help but lean in and allow her touch to soothe him. His brows softened, lips closed tight as he grimaced with the conflicting emotions battling inside him.
"Thank you." It was all he could get out.
He took her hand in his, and she felt him almost kiss her fingers but restrained himself at the last minute. His eyes looked directly into hers. He had her full attention, and she was hanging to any word he was about to say. Ahsoka still couldn't quite catch her breath; Rex's lustful dark stare made her lips part. He was clenching his jaw, preparing himself to speak again,
"Now go get some clothes on, Tano…before I get angry."
A slight, naughty grin escaped and formed on his lips. Evidently, there was only so much he could hold back. Rex allowed his hint of attraction to hang there, not willing to negotiate or move, as he stared her down to follow his command.
Her eyes opened wide as a wild pang of arousal forced her tongue to seize command of wetting her lips. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to control herself.
Oh, Force. We may not actually make it to the Temple by dawn.
They had been walking in the dark jungled woods for a little over an hour. Back in her battledress, her tunic, tights, knee guards, and vambraces felt empowering. As comfortable and liberating as it had been to be practically naked for the last rotation, she was equally comfortable in battle armor. She had gotten dressed quickly in the lodge and only realized Rex was waiting outside the whole time. Unlike the lagoon and the woods beyond, the dense and overgrown cloud forest they were walking through now was still dark and eerily silent. Even space travel had subtle sounds, but there was nothing out here in the dark and thick woods.
Their exchanges were brief, polite, and restrained.
"We can go this way."
"Okay."
"Is that the path there?"
"Not sure. Let's see."
Ahsoka had kept her distance in front of him. Finally, she decided to climb up a Lombi tree's sprawling and buttressed roots, allowing her to speed up the massive trunk. Then she Force leaped off it to catch a vine where she could swing back and land just within Rex's pace.
She was doing her best to expel the energy brewing in her. But this was beginning to drive her mad with curiosity. Rex was hiding behind his helmet, she knew. Maybe she didn't need to push him on the subject of his task, but playing this game of avoidance seemed instinctively wrong. Physically, they were on the right path back to the hangar, where they had seen the columns of a temple buried in the ground.
Emotionally, they were lost and walking in circles.
"Rex, can we stop and eat? I hope you brought the jerky."
Rex stopped suddenly. Without words, he whipped around his rucksack and pulled the bundle out,
"Here you go. I brought the jerky and some potatoes. Let me know if you want some water."
He held out the sack of food to her. She looked at his jaig eyes, then searched for his real eyes behind the visor.
"Thanks, Rex."
He then continued walking. After a moment, he shouted back at her, "I think we should keep moving. You can eat on the way."
Ahsoka wasn't going to budge. It was his task to complete, and maybe he didn't even need her to do it.
"No."
Rex stopped suddenly,
"What?!"
"I'm fine. You can move ahead, and I'll catch up!"
Ahsoka happily started gnawing on some jerky, watching Rex fluster in his armor. She knew precisely what that looked like, and she had achieved it.
"You— you can't do that."
"Why not?" Ahsoka yanked the jerky from her teeth, casually reacting to Rex's impatience.
"Because…because! I have to complete my stupid task for the damn bird or whatever."
"Her name is Morai, by the way," she bit off another piece and used the leftover to gesture her words,
"Remind me, what exactly is your task, Rex? It wasn't clear to me what that was all about at all. You haven't really said a word about it since we left."
Rex had had enough. He just wanted to get to the temple, do what he needed to do, and then safely get her in and out of there to do whatever Force nonsense she needed to take care of. Then, well, he had no idea what to do after that.
Rex convinced himself that Ahsoka's attraction would disappear after completing his task. Rex felt like he wanted to scream, vomit, and punch away at every tree they walked by.
She's still eating and just standing there. Is she serious right now?
"Ahsoka, we should keep moving."
"No secrets, Rex, you promised."
"This isn't about a secret, Ahsoka! Dammit. It's my life! My pathetic excuse for a clone's life!"
Rex's outburst resulted in him only upsetting himself. Ahsoka didn't even flinch. Rex was grinding his teeth, balling his fists, and cursing himself as the energy transferred from rage to remorse.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to get angry around you."
"I'm alright. You're angry…and I'm eating."
Kriffing karkshits. She looks as pleased as a nexu chewing on its latest kill. I just need a little more time.
"Would you please keep moving?"
"Tell me what your task is, Rex, and I'll consider eating while we walk."
Fine. If I'm supposed to tell her, then I'll let her know the whole damn thing.
"Ahsoka, that voice. Those words. They…," Rex sighed out his frustration, "they were all from…my first time."
"Okay. I figured it was something like that." She grabbed one last piece and started working on it as she walked towards him.
"So…wha–"
Rex was shaking his drooped helmet. He would rather have done anything except this,
"I guess…my task is…aw hell. I don't understand why this is so important? I mean, it was cute when you asked me about it, a turn-on even, but now? I just— I don't get why I need to talk about any of this? Look, Ahsoka, when I tell you this, it's not as simple as—"
Ahsoka was quiet, patient, and quite frankly, stunned. Rex had started to pace so intensely he was starting to create a small trench in the ground. Ahsoka realized she had never seen Rex so anxious and unsettled, especially in his armor.
His powerful, sleek, and intimidating armor was useless right now. It could protect him from external attacks, but not from attacks within himself. The clanking, clicking, and tap-tip-tapping of Rex walking out his anxiety created a peculiar rhythm. The clamor of it was either going to make Ahsoka laugh or, worse, start making her anxious. Instead, she chose patience, stillness, and simple observation.
Rex was exposed and had no route of escape. His emotions were panicked, and she could feel a clawing within him that struggled as if caged in and desperate.
His feelings were clawing—to not come out. They were grasping at anything to stay locked away and never be released.
Rex continued to verbalize his frustrations, starting exasperated sentences but never finishing them. Ahsoka took a final step coming up behind him. She inhaled a deep breath and let it out. She had only one thing to say. Words with more profound sincerity and truth that she had never expected to speak to anyone,
"I love you, Rex."
"…and it's not like I was— What?"
The words snapped Rex out of his downward spiral. Immediately, he felt his shoulders relax as his helmet, and then his body turned to face her. The sound of his breathing in his helmet's respo system made him finally realize how worked up he had become. In an instant, she had calmed him.
"I said I love you. I know I didn't say it before when we did the binding. But you did. You said it so easily. You surprise me, Rex, how open you are with me. I don't—"
"Come here. Please."
Rex took off his helmet and held it on his hip. Ahsoka stepped closer to him but not entirely closing the distance yet. Remarkably, it was the same distance from him that she had stood in the Tribunal's hangar control room. When she removed his helmet then, Rex allowed Ahsoka to see his heartbreak over the nightmare they were facing having to fight against his brothers, their men.
Rex recalled the shame of his tears then trying to process their situation while the massive Venator ship's hull was exploding, and their escape seemed impossible. The options they had were: kill, surrender or die.
But they found another way, and they did it together. Ahsoka had been strong enough for both of them at that moment. Just like she was doing right now.
"I know you love me, Ahsoka, that we do love each other. I just…I have no idea what any of this means or what to do with it. Especially when…when I don't like this part of my life from back on Kamino. I don't like thinking about it, remembering it, any of it. Now, the one thing that I never wanted to think about ever again, I have to tell you."
She looked at him intently. Their bond was still undeniable; moments like this went way beyond the genuine raw attraction she felt towards him now. First and foremost, they were always there for each other and had been through much worse.
She put the food bag back in his rucksack as she spoke,
"Rex, as much as I cannot stand seeing you upset…and I really don't like seeing you upset, feeling your pain, it is far worse for me to feel it and watch you try to hide what you are feeling."
"I'm sorry. I am trying here."
"I know you are. This is all still very new…for both of us,"
She finally moved in to close the distance, took his helmet from his hands, and clipped it on the latch of his kama belt for him. She then wrapped her arms around him, armor and all. This time it was a full embrace. Squeezing through the protective plastoid pieces, her hands then found their way to feel for his vulnerable spots, until she guided them to clasp around his neck.
A short time ago, Rex had no idea what to do with such affection. But now, his hands naturally found her waist with a firm grasp teasing the fabric of her battle dress until his fingers ran over the belt of her beskar kama. Beskar may be considered the strongest metal in the galaxy, but the thought of easily ripping it off Ahsoka right now made his cock twitch in his codpiece. Rex's left hand tugged at the belt until it finally tucked itself under. Against the thick fabric of her dress, his hand happily secured a spot to be as close to her as he could.
He faced her with an apologetic expression. Ahsoka's eyes were fixed on him with her luminous bravery and compassion. She would not let him cower one more minute.
Before he even registered another thought, Rex quickly reached his gloved right hand under her jaw and pulled her mouth close to his, stopping short of the kiss. Ahsoka whimpered in earnest. All of the pent-up attraction he had held in lingered just a breath away from her mouth, begging for him to come closer. Each breath was like a bellows that stoked the burning desire between them.
Rex traced his thumb over her full and sumptuous lips, and she kissed the worn leather and duraweave. He needed her lips on his painfully. Instead, he decided to work his way there, tilting her head gently then assertively bringing his lips, tongue, and teeth to her neck to worship her skin with his mouth. Ahsoka moaned deeply as his name escaped her lips, punctuated with a whimper. Rex grunted as his cock shifted painfully in his codpiece.
She had saved him…again.
Something about the way she looked at him now was empowering. That toxic self-pity that invaded his thoughts earlier was still clamoring for him to retreat again. The awful narrative screamed in his head that Ahsoka would figure out he was nothing, not worthy of her one bit. That this was all some cruel joke meant to remind him he should be rotting dead on a battlefield somewhere right now. What made him so special?
She does. She makes me see that I am worthy of her.
With each wet trace of his tongue and graze of his teeth against her skin, his passionate wild kisses fought off the bleak thoughts that tried to drag him down and away from her again. As his lips worked their way up her jaw, he softened his approach as Ahsoka desperately attacked his lips, finally returning to hers.
He let her have her way briefly, enjoying her mouth shamelessly devouring his, open and receiving her needy exploration. Then he tempered her fiery kisses by bringing both hands to trace her lekku tails gently. The lightest touch caused her to shiver with pleasure as her breath shuddered. Rex enjoyed being fully in control like this, and he was pretty sure Ahsoka was begging for more of him to be just like this.
"Shhhh…easy there, you."
"Oh…Rex, please, please don't stop ."
"I told you, we need to keep moving."
He hummed the playful warning into her montral, then licked and served her a long wet kiss over her blue chevron stripe where the thickest part of her lekku began to drape from her montral. Ahsoka's nails were pointlessly clawing for purchase at his bicep's rereplate armor and plastoid plackart over his tensing abdominal wall.
He moved his hands under her skirt to grab two strong handfuls of her bottom's cheeks, kneading the flesh vigorously as he pulled her to him. Ahsoka was now all over his neck, driving him wild again. Rex used every fiber of muscle in his body to pull his neck away. He grinned appreciatively at her and spoke at almost a whisper,
"We have to stop, Ahsoka," he kissed her montral gently, then pressed his forehead to hers, "we have to."
"Wha?" she whined as she was catching her breath, "Uh..huh, okay. Rex's hands squeezed their way back to her waist and held her still.
She didn't seem to care about his armor, but he sure did. Rex wanted to tear off every piece of his armor and feel her hands all over his skin like before. He missed how good it felt to mold her body to his in these quiet embraces, the soft feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest. He yearned for how she would trace the hair on his chest or when she would dance her fingers on the trail of his lower stomach, instantly resulting in him getting hard and trying to control himself.
"Rex? Can I tell you something that I've kept secret from you?"
"What happened to no secrets?" he was tracing under the belt of her beskar kama, largely failing at his attempt to get his erection down,
"Of course, you can,"
"After I left the Order, I was staying where I could. I meditated a lot. I walked even more. Sometimes for days without sleep. Coruscant is a troubled place, Rex. So many people were neglected, cynical, and felt invisible to the Republic and the Jedi Order. I just kept to myself and took a vow of silence for some time. Everyone thought I was mute. It was strange for me to be seen and treated as helpless."
"I can't imagine anyone seeing you as helpless. You've helped so many people around the galaxy, Ahsoka. There are entire systems that would probably hide us if we could get there."
"We'd be risking their safety. Silence is quite powerful, Rex."
"I hate that you were all by yourself, even if you chose to be."
"I'll tell you this, in the most blighted areas of the lower levels, of course, I saw horrible, awful things, but now and then, some stranger would show me kindness. From these strangers, beings of all kinds, I could follow their light and help others in small ways. I had reached a place of contentment and acceptance except for one thing,"
"What was it?"
"I…I couldn't stop thinking of you, Rex. I spent so many days and nights thinking of you."
" Me ?" He cocked his head around her montral to get a look at her. She was pressed against his cuirass and in the crook of his neck, not budging an inch or letting him go.
"Yes, you, Rex! I understand what it's like to hide from your feelings. It all just came out of nowhere. I could live with missing everyone at the Jedi Temple. I accepted that I had to leave and made the right decision. Things would never be the same for me there. But then, out of nowhere, thoughts of you would just pop up—just you. My days and even some lonely nights would be happier, though. Then after a couple of months of trying not to think of you—"
"Months?! Ahsoka, months?" He squeezed her tighter and kissed her forehead.
"Yes, months. I finally thought of trying to contact you. But then realized, I…I started to get worried that, you know…maybe I would never see you again. So I chose to do nothing. Lock it away, get quiet, and let go of my attachment to the memory of you. But you were alive the whole time, still fighting, still surviving."
He took her chin between his trigger finger and thumb and pulled it to look at him; then, he slid his fingers under her lekku tail. His thumb now traced the white skin of the marking on her left cheek. He said nothing with words, but his touch spoke to her, and she continued,
"Rex, your friendship, having a person like you in my life, it was so important to me, and I had no idea–"
"—until you were gone."
Rex easily finished her sentence. He had experienced the same painful realization.
Ahsoka felt that deep in her heart. She looked up at him, hoping the words would come out right,
"And to be clear, I wasn't…I seriously never thought about you in this new way , like the way I am now, and frankly always am thinking about you like that now—"
"You are? No...right now, you say?"
"Rex! Don't tease me right now. Do you have any idea how attractive you are? How…kriff…Rex, everything under my skirt is still buzzing from us on the table. I'm pretty tough, Rexter, but it hurts, and I like it. Rex, I really, really like it."
Rex's gloved hands squeezed her tight against him.
"Don't talk like that right now, Tano. I'm trying to feel sorry for myself here and work up the nerve to finally…tell you what I have to tell you."
Realizing what he just stated, Ahsoka stepped back out of his hold to make sure she was paying attention.
"Let's walk then, tell me as we walk," their hands reached for each other and met between their bodies walking side by side. They naturally fell into the comfort of holding each other's hands,
"Well, I'm going to warn you right now, Ahsoka, it's a boring, embarrassing story about a young recruit who had absolutely no idea what he was doing."
"Is it that bad, Rex, really?"
She sensed palpable nervousness in him, trying to hide his feelings, not pain, almost heartache. Sure, she was curious about who the lucky girl had been. What about her did Rex find attractive? What was Rex even like before the war consumed his days? What had happened to their relationship, if there was one at all? But mostly, Ahsoka wanted to know why he was so highly guarded about it.
The look on her face revealed she was prepared to hang onto every word. She took this seriously and was alarmingly enthusiastic. Rex knew that look on Ahsoka's face. His memories of holotables, with Skywalker and General Kenobi relaying with the Jedi Council, were all twisted up now, confusing her more mature and painfully desirable face.
Back then, the topic was countering separatists attacks, risky maneuvers, and usually trying to capture Grievous. But her gorgeous cheekbones, big jeweled eyes, and those lips that made him needy and bold, well, they might be disappointed when she hears his pathetic tale of youthful embarrassment.
"Why do you think this excites you so much?"
"Honestly, Rex, I don't know. Maybe because I haven't had any kind of sexual experience until here with you, I just wanted to hear about yours. Plus, I felt comfortable enough before with you to listen. I still do."
Rex hadn't considered that part. It would never have been appropriate to have discussed any of this with her. Even though they had spent so much time together just talking the hours of space travel away, it would never have even crossed his mind. She was surrounded by mostly men at such a critical and young age. Clearly, Skywalker had avoided the subject with her. Ahsoka truthfully had no one to tell her anything about this subject.
It was a miracle by the stars that she never ended up getting an impromptu education from the boys in the 501st. Thankfully, because of what Rex's generation had to endure, the soldiers that came after were predominantly respectful towards anyone they may find attractive, especially their Jedi officers.
"Rex, I know we are more than friends now, but I'm still here as a friend who will listen to you. Have you talked to anyone about what happened?"
"No, never," he squeezed her hand tighter, "You can sense my feelings about it, can't you?"
She nodded to confirm and was a bit shy about that herself,
"I know you can't help that, Ahsoka. It's kind of comforting that you can, now that I think about it," he brought her hand up and kissed it before letting their held hands drop,
"Ahsoka, my first time, first kiss, first everything wasn't at all like what I hope I've given you. It was a very different first-time experience. This is why it's been very important to me that you have had an experience where you know that I care about you… a lot. This isn't just fooling around to get off. I don't enjoy that at all."
"You have given me that, Rex. And you continue to surprise me with how fortunate I am to be with you. "
Ahsoka now wished she hadn't been so childish with her pleas to make him tell her about his first time.
"I feel bad now for pressing you to tell me the story before. I didn't know it would bring up so much pain for you."
"It's not that bad, Ahsoka."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I mean I have to tell you now. The damn bird knows about my first time, so it's only fair you do."
"Agreed."
"The simple version?"
Ahsoka nodded "yes" in response.
"Okay, here it goes. So the Kaminoans hired these women for us clones…to help us…uh… figure out our bodies and, well, have sex with us. So when my—"
"WHAT?!"
Ahsoka was now the one fuming with anger. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked like she was about to Force lift a Kapok tree out of the ground, roots and all.
"I barely got two sentences out, Ahsoka!"
"Sorry! I'm listening. I have a lot of questions, but I'm listening."
"I told you it was a different experience. You okay?"
Ahsoka nodded, her brow markings furrowed. To Rex, her fury was adorable, practically humorous, but he worried how she would handle the rest of the story.
"Ok, so…they assigned sessions to us like a…a mandatory physical examination, which was very nerve-wracking for me because I had no idea. I found out about fifteen minutes before walking into my session that I was about to have sex."
Ahsoka's wide eyes and the look on her face were a mixture of shock, horror, and unfiltered confusion.
"By what right did all of this occur? Rex! Did they make you have sex with these women?!"
"No! No, it wasn't like that at all! Hold on. Let me explain, okay?"
"Please explain, because you know very well, Rex, that I had many issues with how all of you were treated and trained, so if you're telling me—"
He moved to face her and held her shoulders, letting his hands softly fall to her biceps.
"Ahsoka, you need to understand something. That sixth to seventh cycle for first-generation clones was a horrible year in our training. I'm telling you, it almost upended the entire creation of the clone army. I'm serious."
"Why that year? I don't get it."
"Three words: human - male - puberty. The Kaminoans had grossly underestimated what we clones would all be going through mentally and physically regarding our bodies changing. Even worse, they had also overestimated when we could begin our physical simulations, fight training, tactical and endurance courses. The Kaminoans assumed that with our bodies' hormonal changes, we could now physically apply all the learning and practice from childhood...you know, as little ones? That training was mildly physical, mostly only theory and virtual simulations."
"So, you're saying that because human males go through this physical change, they also start changing mentally?"
"Well, yes. We had been conditioned as little ones to follow orders and excel at our goals and military education. By the fifth year, our minds worked at total capacity and focus, taking advantage of every intuitive capability.
But in the sixth year, once that physical change started to occur, none of us were prepared for what our hormones would be doing. And there were thousands of us stuck on Kamino. Not one clone had ever even seen a human female in real life. Trust me; it was chaos in there, Ahsoka."
"This is not what I expected at all from this story."
'What? Did you think some girl rowed a boat up to Tipoca City and somehow caught my eye, then I broke her heart?"
"Are you going to make fun of me if I tell you I was really hoping for a story like that?"
Rex smiled and led them to start walking again.
"No. I'll tease you to the ends of the galaxy about a lot, but not for wishing that…for me."
He kissed her hand and then held it at their sides again as he continued,
"Where was I?"
"Chaos, I believe."
"Yes… chaos. Fights were occurring every day, like physically violent fights. It was frightening in a way because we were being trained as weapons of war. And boys roughhouse when they are young, but this was sometimes vicious and angry. My own squad could not get through a single battle simulation without some disruption like a knockdown fight, goofing around, pranks, or just disrespectful behavior. Our trainers were at their wit's end."
Ahsoka had never heard about any of this before. She eagerly listened as Rex continued.
"It was awful, and me? I was miserable. I was so dedicated and focused that I lost my little friends, close friends because I chose not to talk to anybody during that time. I did not want to get in trouble. I only wanted to do my best, meet my trainers' goals, and prove myself as we were expected. Then, the day came. I was assigned a time, a room and told to wear my training armor and be prepared to perform physically."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that. I had no idea what it was about because I had become such a loner, so I didn't hear the rumors. It wasn't until my good friend, do you…remember Captain Gregor?"
"I think so, oh the Commando? The one who was MIA, and R2 helped find him."
"Yeah, that Captain Gregor, CC-5576. He's doing better now, I think? Shit. Where was he last? I think he's a trainer now, himself. Well, anyway… we met that day in the waiting area, and he's the one who told me what was about to happen in the room for my physical performance exam."
"Wait, I'm not sure I understand. Did the Kaminoans or your trainers, whatever, did they make you have sex with these women, or not?"
"We didn't actually have to have sex with these women. The women were very upfront about that. We could choose sex if we wanted it or not. But we did have to learn how to take care of things down there ourselves. You know what I mean by that now. We also had to learn how to behave around women should things get…charged up wherever we go in the galaxy. The women taught us how to respect women and be attentive even, which is a good thing I realize now."
"I'll save my response to that when you're done. I'd like to discuss that part further. Please continue."
Rex chuckled at her sudden shift back into her "Commander Tano" voice.
"This all was a gen1 thing, by the way. The following generations received less…um… interactive sessions. The Kaminoans just added sexual education to the programming and as part of the conditioning. They used the data from the gen1 sessions—"
"The data?! What kind of data?!"
"That is where my knowledge ends. Honestly, I didn't want to know. But the new conditioning worked, and the younger clone batches didn't have to have sex with a stranger on a medic gurney."
"Oh yikes, a gurney?
"Yeah, well. The stranger part was more alarming. The gurney was, whatever. It's a bed."
"Rex,"
"Hey, Ahsoka, stop for a second. Look over, out that way."
Rex pointed her towards the clearing of the woods. Hovering in the distance was the white cloud-like planet that Splendor orbited. Its subtle light acted as a dim spotlight that broke through the floating islands in the upper atmosphere and hinted at the jungled canopy. It had been softly lighting their path from a distance, and neither of them noticed.
"It's beautiful."
"It is. I think we're close to those ruins by now. They are just down this ridge."
"I want to sit, Rex. Let's find a spot."
"You're not worried about making it to the temple by dawn?"
"Not really. I just want to sit and listen to you.."
He retook her hand. They followed the worn path that had led them up the mountainside when they traveled from the hangar to the lodge.
Ahsoka found a spot and felt the ground to ensure the grass was as soft and leveled as it looked. Rex unclipped his helmet and set it down on the ground. Then took out his DC-17s and placed them next to his helmet. Swooping his rucksack around, he dug into it,
"Your cloak or my sleep roll?"
"Sleep roll."
"Done, I'll set it up."
The thin, narrow rectangular mat was hardly comfortable for sleeping, but it made for a decent place to sit. Ahsoka watched as Rex set up their strange nighttime picnic.
He sat down with his knees up, elbows resting on them, and let himself take in the beauty of the night sky and the view of the endless mountains covered with dense jungles and cloud forests. She came over to sit beside him and decided to face him in her seated position. Rex placed his helmet, blasters, and rucksack off to the side of the sleep roll.
"I was a jerk earlier. I'm sorry."
"You already apologized, Rex. I accept and ask that you not feel bad about it again. You were doing what you could to protect yourself. Though I have to say, you don't seem very upset telling this story? You seem fine with it so far."
"Hmm…so far, yes. But I'm not done. Fuck! I'm getting nervous again."
Ahsoka scooted closer to him.
"You're doing great, Rex. I don't remember where you left off. Maybe, you could have sex or choose not to?
"Right. Uh Well, we could ask the women questions, we could have sex, or just fool around. I only had the one session."
"You could have more than one?"
"Yup, I think Lock, Gregor, uh…Keeli…and Howzer… had three or four sessions. Cody had the most, or maybe that was Wolffe? Somebody got in 7 sessions. I'm not sure who. Anyway, some brothers figured out they didn't desire females, or they desired both sexes. Some liked certain species."
"Oh, I see. And you?
"Females only for me."
"And you learned that during this session with some woman."
Rex took a deep breath. The retelling of the story had reached the difficult part. Rex figured that he could get through it as long as he kept looking at Ahsoka.
"Ahsoka, when I stepped into that room, I was terrified. Looking back on it now, just the fact that I made it through those twenty minutes and didn't pass out was enough. I was so mortified that I wouldn't…."
"Wouldn't what?"
"That I wouldn't do well. That my performance wasn't exemplary, satisfactory even."
"Rex, that's ridiculous. How would anyone even know?"
"Everything clones did, we had to be exemplary. That was always expected of officers foremost, but even the foot soldiers. No one wanted to be working the maintenance jobs. I had the same attitude towards this that I had about everything with my training. I didn't know any other way. I had to be perfect and well-liked. I already looked different, which is odd, for a clone. I used it to my advantage when I could. I was memorable, I guess."
"You mean because of your hair? You really do have curly blonde hair, Rex?"
"Yes, and I hate it. It's a mop when it grows out. That's why I shave it. Thorn's turned out nice? I can't figure out why mine was different. Mine was always frizzy and in my face. It grew so fast back then."
"You have to grow it out again!"
"No, I don't. No way."
Ahsoka started tracing his scalp with her fingernails,
"Oh, come on! I want to run my fingers through your curly hair!" her playful tone was dangerously seductive without intention.
Rex's eyes closed, enjoying her gentle circular grazes on his scalp, which had him practically purring as the warm chills ran down his neck and shoulders.
"Hmmm…okay, I'll think about it out. You're making it really hard to tell this story."
"Am I? Because this relaxes you?"
Rex was leaning into her light scratches now like he was some damn spoiled tooka cat.
"Here, you can lay in my lap, Rex. No one said you had to be uncomfortable to complete this task."
Rex thought it over. He reached up and gently took Ahsoka's wrist in his grip and moved her arm out of the way, kissing her pulse point on the inside of her wrist. Then settled his head in her lap and brought her hand back to trace his scalp. They sat like that in the sweet silence just long enough for Rex's mind to truly relax.
"Ahsoka?"
"Yeah, Rex?"
"I'm glad I'm telling you this. I can see now why I need to get it out."
"Good. Okay, I'm listening."
Rex closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he exhaled, he saw the stars above, tilted his head back, and peeked at Ahsoka upside down in his view as she was looking down at him with a loving smile.
Then he looked back up into the peaceful calm that was outer space from the grounded distance.
"When I walked in the room, and the door swooshed behind me, there was a female Twi'Lek; she was quite older, bright blue and…well…let's just say she was on the plumper side."
"Oh my."
Ahsoka had stopped her tracing of his scalp reacting to this information.
"Now is not the time to stop doing that, Ahsoka." Rex joked (but he was also quite serious.) She was practically lulling him into complete submission.
"Right! Sorry, I just had the visual and…right. Sorry. Please continue."
"Look, I'm not saying a woman that size isn't, you know, attractive or whatever, but at that moment , being a young cadet, about the age you were when we met, I was beyond panicked. I just froze. Ahsoka, I could barely speak. She had this rough, nasally voice that was all business: 'enter your number here,' and 'stand right over there,' then 'here's the rules before we start,' I honestly was going to pass out. I felt the blood in my head just drop to my feet. She barely had any clothes on too, and she just looked at me like some kind of mechanic that needed to fix a speeder, you know?"
" THAT was who you slept—"
"Ahsoka, I'm not done...just wait. Also, scratchies, please."
Ahsoka started laughing.
"I'm so sorry I'm laughing! I-I- oh no- I really am," she tried to hold it in and burst out another roar of laughter, "Did…did you s-s-say 'scratchies,' Rex?!"
She leaned over his face and kissed his mouth upside down while laughing.
"I did. And I'll repeat it if you stop tracing again."
"You promise, Rex?"
"Laugh now, very funny, but you're not going to be laughing in a few minutes."
"Oh no, what did the big blue Twi'Lek do to you?"
"She left the room!"
"What?! Why?"
"Well, now I know why, but at the time, I had no idea. So I assumed I had just failed. I was devastated, a complete wreck. I had to brace myself on the gurney. But then I realized whoever was in there before had just…you know, maybe been with her or something on it. I was about to start crying; that's how upset I was with myself. A clone soldier was crying instead of having sex. Even if they did keep me in the ranks, I would never hear the end of it. I almost wanted to be kicked out to maintenance duty to avoid that."
"Oh no, Rex."
Ahsoka had established some lovely pattern that she slowly traced over Rex's scalp. She would let her fingers fall under the nape of his neck, then back up to the spot she loved to kiss just below his earlobes. And eventually would return to his scalp to start the pattern all over again.
Rex took a moment to enjoy Ahsoka's healing touch. He felt layers of dead weight lift away with each small wave of relaxation flowing through him. He knew he was positively the luckiest clone in the galaxy right now.
"So then…another woman entered the room. This one was human, younger than the Twi'lek, or looked like it at least. She had long reddish-blond hair, thin all over. She wasn't strikingly beautiful, like you—"
"Oh, stop."
"When I tell you your beautiful, I mean it. This woman, she was alright. Her teeth were kind of crooked, but her smile was nice anyway. However, she was the most extraordinary thing I had ever seen at that time. She spoke softly and was very patient. She even brought a blanket with her and threw it over the gurney's cot. She invited me over to sit next to her and just talk . It calmed me down, but the chrono was ticking, and I only had fifteen minutes left. She told me not to worry about that then asked me how training was going. I got all excited to talk about aerial defensive maneuvers; I knew how to talk about that stuff. I was utterly fumbling over my words, but she looked like she was listening, started playing with her hair, and adjusting the straps of her bra thing. Then she said,…you know…what you heard, from…what's the bird's name?"
"Morai. From Morai."
Ahsoka continued soothing Rex with her hands now operating automatically; it was a meditative power that relaxed her as well. She was now feeling the emotions Rex had buried deep down to a hidden place as they began to emerge from the hardened layers that he had suppressed them under. She thought of the columns, the ruins, of The Temple of The Mother, buried deep within the ground.
You see ruins where truth lives. So much to learn.
Ahsoka recalled the words Morai had spoken to her. She also remembered that she had her own series of tasks ahead. Her years of training with the Order and learning from Skywalker and Kenobi made her realize a painful truth: Rex would not be there for her tasks.
Ahsoka swallowed the lump in her throat, leaned down to kiss him again, and focused all of her attention to listen to him for as long as the Jola star stayed hidden.
"Thank you? Look, Ahsoka, if you don't want to hear any more details about what we did, tell me now."
"I'm okay, Rex. Keep going."
"She said the thing about me reminding her of some boy she liked; he looked like me, hair like me or whatever."
Ahsoka remembered it exactly. The memory of a Jedi was a blessing and a curse,
"You're one of those big-hearted troopers, aren't you, 7567? You'll be a hero one day. Maybe you can help me now? You remind me of this boy I knew. He had blonde curls and sweet eyes just like yours. He never did know how much I…loved him.
Rex looked up and tilted his head back to look at Ahsoka looking at him.
"She didn't say that last part, Ahsoka."
"I did, though—because…you never knew."
Rex turned around and sat up, his armor was cumbersome in the shift, but he did his best to sit up and on rising on his knees, pulling her up to him,
"Neither did you, Ahsoka," he whispered his response, leaning in to kiss her sweetly. The polite, restrained kiss masked the burning lust brewing between them right now.
"I want to make love to you right now. Now, Ahsoka."
"What happened next, hmm?"
"I kissed her, and she kissed me back…with her tongue. Then I used mine to lick and play with hers. She brought my hand to feel her breasts,"
Ahsoka's actions began following along with the story, moving Rex's hands to her breast, heaving with want as her battledress prevented his touch from taking her fully. She kissed his lips and offered her tongue freely to his lips, tracing the seam in his grin. Rex indulged her need by receiving her tongue in his mouth, allowing her kisses to please him wildly. Ahsoka's hands were all over his armor, pulling at his shoulder and elbow plates. Then his kisses commanded her mouth to behave. He grabbed both her wrists with a gentle disarming grip; he slid his hand over hers while resuming his story,
"She started taking off pieces of my armor,"
Ahsoka removed his gauntlets and gloves. He slowly watched her fingers work quickly in the dim starlight that tinted everything in a deep dark blue and crisp shadows.
"Then..she told me to unhitch my codpiece..."
"Rex, unhitch your—"
"No." Rex brought the bridge of his nose to hers, "You do it, love. Right there on the side,"
Ahsoka followed his directions and unlatched the left side,
"Now do the same on the other side,"
She repeated the action on the right side. The skidplate and front codpiece now detached; Rex took them from her hands and tossed them onto the nearby grass. Then Rex shamelessly adjusted himself with relief as Ahsoka's hands immediately went after the waistband of his lower blacks. Rex jumped a little and smirked,
"She let me take off her underwear."
"Not wearing any."
"Aw shit, Ahsoka. Just the tights?"
"Yes, sir."
Rex growled into her neck with hungry kisses that slowly moved over to passionately kiss her lekku as his hands quickly unbuckled her beskar kama. The sleek unpenetrable metal was defenseless against his swift movement. Rex removed the prized metal of Mandalore without issue, quickly throwing it on top of the pile of his plastoid armor pieces. Ahsoka was still whimpering out breaths at the incredibly arousing sensation of his unrestrained lips and tongue on her lekku tails.
"Rex! That feels…there…oh, I'm…nghhh, "
Her breathing was unsteady; the pleasure of his lips and tongue tending to her lekku with fervor was dizzying her into a hovering bliss. Muttered words failed to ultimately form in her mouth as he continued,
"She let me touch her. She asked if she could touch me and kiss me down there,"
Rex then shoved his hand down under her skirt and into her tights. The aggressive act caused Ahsoka to yelp a praise of his name through clenched teeth at the sudden rough pleasure.
Ahsoka's eyelids fluttered. Her eyes were practically rolling back from the combination of his kisses on her lekku, the stubble of his jaw grazing over the sensitive skin there, and his hands down her tights, feeling for those same spots he found earlier with his tongue.
"You're soaked down there, Tano."
"I-uuh-I–know. Fuck, Rex! I want to see your…."
"Watch that mouth, Commander, if you want to kiss me down there."
Ahsoka grunted through a pout at his tease; then she quickly moved to lick and nibble Rex's earlobe, as she whispered in his ear, "I've wanted your cock in my mouth since I saw it this morning.
"Fuck, that was this morning?!"
Ahsoka let out a playful giggle as she quickly unhitched the clasp in the back of her dress, shimmying her arms out and freeing her breasts to the warm night air. Rex's hands and lips found them quickly.
"It was. Let me see your cock again, Rex." Ahsoka started palming the sizable bulge under Rex's blacks.
Rex pulled his body back then dropped his arms at his sides, his hips rocking so subtly, inviting Ahsoka to have her way with him completely.
"She kissed me down there and put her mouth around it. She showed me how to stroke it. It felt incredible…."
Ahsoka looked up at Rex adoringly as she bit her bottom lip, her chin pressed against his cuirass while her hand was sliding down his blacks.
"Standing or sitting?"
"Huh?"
"Were you standing, Rex, or sitting?"
"Sitting."
"Then stand up, Rex."
Ahsoka watched as Rex quickly stood up, maintaining his dominating presence that she was ready to bring to heel when she took him in her mouth for the first time. She licked her lips as she looked up at him with coyish enthusiasm in her eyes.
"You're so beautiful, Ahsoka. So good to me, my love. Fuck!"
She pulled down the waistband of his blacks, and his throbbing erection sprang loose as thick and wondrous as the first time she saw it.
"Tell me what to do, Rex."
Rex fisted the tip and gently pressed it against her lips. Ahsoka kissed the delicate skin reverently. Rex then stroked his hand back down to the base as Ahsoka licked and curled her tongue around the tip to taste him. Her eyes studied every shadowed ridge and how the head leaked slightly, glistening in the starlight. It was big, and she wasn't sure where to begin,
"Open that beautiful mouth yours, love. Take your time. Don't worry. You can't do anything wrong right now. Just watch the teeth, okay?"
He was in a full stance of domination over her, yet Rex was being so kind and gentle now. She grabbed at his thigh plates, holding on for what she was about to attempt.
"If you want to stop, you can at any time, okay?"
She nodded.
She opened her mouth wide with an appreciation of how good he always was to her. Once Ahsoka wrapped her lips entirely around the tip, Rex let out a beastly growling groan. Looking down at her, his face twisted up in awe and appreciation. Then he flung his head back when she bobbed her head forward to take in more of him as her tongue licked what it could reach around his thickness.
She figured she just needed to mimic to movements of when he was inside her and remembered him muttering about how tight she was at one point. So, she squeezed her lips around his shaft tighter and hummed as she heard the breath escape his lungs.
"Like that 'Soka, keep doing that, love."
Once she figured out to breathe through her nose, she found a rhythm and hummed at how excited she got pleasing Rex. She sensed the writhing of pleasure within him was building up to that crashing into ecstasy. His hand started to stroke harder as she moved back to licking and kissing the tip, which now seemed firmer, pulsing, and wet from her mouth.
"Damn, your mouth feels so good. Hah-uh-argh!"
Ahsoka licked again before letting his cock just sit on her tongue, watching Rex stroke himself. Then he tapped it playfully against her tongue, and she smiled at the teasing gesture.
He whined. Ahsoka swore she heard a high pitch whine come out of Rex. When she looked up, she saw his face was fixed on hers; his dark amber eyes narrowed with lust, lips open and curled. She once again took him in her mouth and tried to move her lips further down then she rolled her lips in to smooth her back and forth movements.
Before she knew what was happening, Rex had pulled himself out of her, moved back down on his knees, and was kissing her again. He then moved to her nipple, where his hands squeezed and flicked her nipple with his tongue, just before taking her whole breast into his mouth.
Ahsoka was still shocked he was back down before her so quickly. She reeled from the attention he was kissing into one breast while squeezing the other. She started twirling her lekku tails and stroking them. When Rex caught was she was doing, he kissed her mouth and nibbled on her bottom lip as he gave her a command,
"Get on top of me, Ahsoka."
"Is-is that what she did?"
Rex let out a small chuckle as he laid back on his elbows,
"No, I just want to see you. You can do whatever you want to me. Come over here."
Rex guided her to put her knees on either side of his waist. She leaned down to kiss him,
"I can do whatever I want, huh?"
Rex nodded, "Don't hold back, but if it hurts too much, tell me. We'll slow down."
Ahsoka's eyes went wide just before they closed as Rex watched her lower herself back down. He grabbed the base of his shaft, watching as Ahsoka lowered herself and mewl at the pleasing pressure of him filling her at her allowance. She slid down further, breathing herself through accepting his girth, then began moving her hips to grind on his hips. She planted her arms on his cuirass; her hands spread wide to brace herself.
He was spinning within seconds at the way his cock was being squeezed against her tight walls with each shift of her hips. He could feel the tip of his cock hitting against the deepest part of her that she could fit in.
Rex slid his hands over her hips then squeezed both cheeks of her bum to move with his hips, showing her a rhythm to try. Ahsoka followed then reached back with one arm for balance to brace herself for a shift in position.
When she did, they both erupted in groans of mutual astonishment at how good her leaning back like that felt for both of them. Ahsoka braced her arms back on his thigh plates, arching her back like a work of art. Rex's mouth hung open at the sight of her leks and breasts on display in the starlight. She was a vision of beauty to behold.
Ahsoka was moving her hips quickly and masterfully when Rex realized she was tightening around him; the warm pressure was incredible. Her mouth hung open with determination as she chased her orgasm, riding him.
When she started bouncing up and down, her rhythm faltering, Rex reached his hand so his thumb could play with her clit and return her to her hunt. She clenched her jaw and cooed at his ministrations, leading her over the edge. Her hands now off his thigh plates and playing with her lekku tails,
"Rex! I'm…ah…I'm…."
Rex was about to cum. He knew it. If she clenched any harder around his cock, he'd finish instantly. He quickly sat up to kiss her wherever he could, still pleasing her clit, and this finally sent her over the edge. Ahsoka loudly cried the intense snap of her climax right into his ear. She was grasping at his bare neck and pulled on his shoulder plates, finally pressing her trembling face into his neck.
The intoxication of licking her lekku, feeling her wetness clench like a vice around him, made Rex begin to thrust towards his own end. Using his quads to bounce her on his cock through her come down. When he finally came, the release and pleasure of it all was a tidal wave of heat, exhilaration, and whited-out euphoria. Filthy curses fell out of his usually very polite mouth, and he let it wash over him.
Ahsoka traced his scalp once again, gently kissing his lips and jaw.
His breath slowly returned as he opened his eyes to see the white diamonds of her markings blessing him with her beauty.
Ahsoka giggled at him, "You okay, Rex?"
"You kidding? I'm the happiest man in the galaxy right now," he kissed her long and lovingly just before they slowly untangled their bodies.
Rex pulled up his blacks, and Ahsoka pulled up her tights. Both were beaming with smiles at each other.
"Let me help with your dress, Ahsoka."
"If you want," she turned around, and he closed the clasp and kissed her shoulder delicately.
"I love you."
"I love you, Rex."
They kissed again and pressed their cheeks to each other as he caressed her arms.
"I think I figured out your lekku tails are more than just ticklish."
"Clearly, Rex. I loved it, though."
"Yeah? Good, because I have no idea what I'm doing there, I just liked doing it."
They both laughed with exhaustion at his admission.
"Well, did I do okay, Rex? With, down there, for you?"
"Uh…yes. Too good. Ahsoka, have you always been able to just excel at whatever you try?"
"No, trust me. Master Yoda had no problem pointing out how much I still needed to learn with my lightsaber skills. Anakin was even worse. My training was similar to yours with regards to expecting to be exemplary. But…obviously, no mandatory physical examinations at the Jedi Temple. "
"Clearly. Hmm…can I lay back down in your lap?"
"Of course, come here."
They resumed the position that had them so calm and contained earlier. Ahsoka was tracing his scalp, and Rex sat in the quiet moment.
"The sky is changing color Ahsoka."
"Is it? Well, you finished the story. We can start heading soon."
"No. I didn't, though."
"I was wondering, what am I missing that you felt so mortified about this, Rex? Was it because it was a stranger, or you were so young?"
"No, none of that. The shameful part was that I thought she was telling the truth. By the way, I lasted a whole two minutes and ten seconds once I did finally have sex with her."
Ahsoka made a yikes face.
"Considering the times we've been together, that's not good, right? Because you are certainly exemplary and take your time now, Rexter."
Rex smiled lazily. He was being lulled to sleep by Ahsoka's tracing of his scalp.
"I was in love with her. For about a week, I thought I had a girlfriend. I thought she took special care of me because I was just like the guy she knew or whatever…."
Rex yawned, "…and it was all a lie. None of it was real. I was an idiot. She had done the same routine with hundreds of other clones who were also too nervous. I had to find that out the hard way by hearing other guys tell each other about their experience with her. Blonde curly hair, black hair, brown hair, red hair, whatever."
"Oh no. Wait, she was lying? There was no boy with curly— Well, that's awful."
"I was an idiot in love with a complete stranger who just happened to have slept with hundreds of my brothers. So in my mind, I failed that part of the examination…,"
Ahsoka held back wanting to interrupt, allowing Rex to get through all of it,
"…I fell in love and was too stupid to see it wasn't real. So, it was a pretty big deal to me. I was ashamed. No one ever knew, and I never told anybody. It just turned me off from connecting with women like that, even for a good time or whatever."
Ahsoka felt tears well up in her eyes.
"That's so unfair, Rex. You felt ashamed because you wanted to believe in love."
"Yeah, more scratchies, please."
"Sorry again. There you go."
"I'm falling asleep, Ahsoka," Rex yawned again, "You're so good to me."
When Rex woke up and felt the warmth of the Jola star on his face, he looked around, and Ahsoka was gone. He had no idea where she was and sprung to his knees to look around.
"Whoa there, Captain. She's already headed to the Temple. You did well, sir. Finished your task just in time."
Rex rubbed his eyes. He rubbed them one more time to make sure he was actually awake. Because there was no way that he was looking at the armor standing before him in the middle of the mountainside meadow on Splendor.
But the two red dots and upside-down red arrow on that helmet, the double pauldrons, the kama, and stripes on his calf guards, that was the armor of a dead man.
A brother that Rex saw get shot with his own eyes,
"Fives? Is that…is that you?"
"The one and only, sir. Good morning. Now get your shit together and follow me."