Boba Fett stared up at the ceiling above him with unblinking eyes. He felt an itch. An itch deep down that he simply could not tell Sintas. His doubt of having a normal life was growing as the itch for the hunt began to envelop his thought. Sintas' sleeping form lay next to him, her breasts exposed to him as her body rose and fell in time with her breathing. Boba sat up carefully, shifting his body weight only when necessary. He slipped out from the covers of the warm bed and put his feet on the floor, his wiry body starting to get weak from lack of use.
That's not to say he was no longer working out, but there was a big difference between natural use and exercise. He didn't bother with a robe or any of that nonsense. No one could see them in their apartment on a planet in the Outer Rim. They preferred anonymity while they could have it. Boba walked outside the door and let the chilled night air greet his body affectionately. He sighed with relief. He needed air to think. The apartment was stuffy for his taste but it was adequate.
Boba's head began to pound a little. He groaned and rubbed his temples, uttering a quiet Huttese curse. He heard the door open behind him and saw his wife, Sintas Vel, staring at him, still in the nude. He smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her curved figure, holding her in his strong arms.
"Bo, why are you up?" she asked, looking up at him warmly.
Boba looked away, unable to lie to her face. "It's nothing..."
"Bo..." Sin said more sternly, turning his head to face hers.
"Just... I feel restless. I need something to do. I need to do something..."
Sintas smirked at him. She had told him about it before, but he had been too stubborn to listen. "I told you about the job as a Protector but you won't even try."
"Sin, I don't think I have the patience for that... I-" he sighed, weary from lying. "I miss the hunt..."
"I know, Bo..." Sintas said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek.
Boba smiled and rubbed her back, tracing his bare finger along her back, she supressed a moan and smiled into his shoulder.
The two stayed there, both nude in the cold night but neither of them complaining. But the moment was interrupted by a beeping noise from inside. The sound of a holo transmission on its way. Boba broke the embrace and went to the com pannel, answering.
"Hello?"
Ahsoka recognized the face. She recognized the scars on his bare body. She even recognized his uncovered manhood - though, it appeared to have increased in size since she last saw him. Ahsoka blushed and felt truly awful as she had likely interrupted a tender moment with the equally naked girl she saw in the background.
"Boba... Long time no see," she said with a faint smile.
Even though she was captured by him, he had opened up so many gates to her that she never would have seen without him. She never would have gone after Rex. She never would have lived through the Purge...
She'd be long dead by now.
"Ahsoka. You're looking well," Boba said, a friendly warmth in his voice.
She blushed a little but nodded back at him, silently thanking him. "Listen... I have another favor to ask you..."
Boba had helped her get to the Outer Rim so she would be safe. He saved her and Rex from certain death.
She still owed him for that.
Boba hesitated. Ahsoka could sense a duality in his thoughts. She could tell he wanted to help her but there was something else... something... Sintas is holding him back, she realized.
"It's something you both can help with... but I need your word of silence... and... we can pay..."
Boba hesitated further. Money was likely an issue for him so it would make things enticing for him. Even Sintas shifted her weight at that.
"What do you need?" Sintas aked, stepping forward, unashamed, even in complete nudity.
Ahsoka sighed and bit her lower lip, the young adult letting her walls down.
"Rex... Rex is dying..." She sighed.
Boba nodded, he had already expected that. The advance aging process was a problem not easily overcome... It was possible, but difficult.
"Where do we meet you?" Sintas said.