Chapter 8: Slurp

The girl could drink. Wolffe would turn his head away for a second and somehow half of her drink was gone. The alcohol didn't seem to affect her that much, though her staying quiet and observing the others didn't give much away. Her eyes would occasionally flicker across the men. Usually she judged their combat abilities. As it seemed, currently the only combat was casual friendly fire. Nothing outside of drilling she'd already made them perform under her command. She didn't seem to sway from what Wolffe could see and she seemed alert enough. He thought that the drink she had was likely not that alcoholic. She'd offered a few of the boys a taste and they'd said it was painfully sweet. Well, apart from Sinker that had to be cut off before he drank her entire cocktail. He'd been relieved when she'd turned down both offers to dance. Both Boost, who'd wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity and Wildfire who'd known nothing of what would excite her. It made it much easier to keep her out of trouble. He could've been relieving himself of a bit of the stress that the last excursion had caused. Instead of blowing off steam, he was babysitting for the General. As much as it was an honour that his general trusted him, it was also annoying. Possibly more annoying than being the babysitter of the General's Padawan, were his brothers. At this point, he'd normally already have broken off from the group. He had no idea how her watching the others do exactly as they did for the past week was helping her get to know them better. "Your turn, Commander." Warthog chuckled as Boost finally beat Comet in an arm wrestle. Wolffe noticed Ryn's eyes move to him. He realised that she didn't understand that she was who was being referred to. The mistake likely came from the ARF troopers having a separate comm channel in a mixed assault so Warthog and Corvis hadn't experienced her correcting the boys when they slipped up. The poor girl didn't understand why the boys all looked at her. They were waiting for her to correct their brother. Her head innocently tilted to the side a little and Wolffe quickly realised that she was actually drunk. That he'd made a mistake in thinking she couldn't get drunk off of her slightly alcoholic fruit juice. "You got nothing to say, Commander?" Boost said teasingly at the girl. The emphasis on the word 'commander' made it obvious that he was challenging her. That he was pushing the boundary set. Wolffe, the actual commander of these men, couldn't let it slide. He'd promised the General to keep an eye out for her and he could see his men were about to eat the poor thing alive. "Right, play's over boys."

As floaty as she felt, there was something deeply grounding about his voice. His voice was so deep and he was truly something. Exactly how she'd imagined her future partner if she'd stayed on Cathar. Dark. Grumpy. Feral. Fuckable. If she hadn't been a Jedi, the things she'd let that man do to her. Instead of grabbing him and putting her lips against him, she settled for grabbing her drink and holding it against her lips. She drank the rest of the fruity concoction quicker than she ought to've but the more that got in her system, the less she cared about how drunk she was getting. Maybe part of her was hoping she'd get drunk enough to forget the order and the restrictions it put on her life. Maybe she wanted to make sure Sinker wouldn't drink it when she went to the refresher. Whatever it was, it was a bad decision to add even more alcohol on top of what she'd already had. Though, she was sure she would've wobbled just as much whether she downed the last bit or not. In the moment, she tried to convince herself that she looked completely sober. She very obviously did not. She felt it would be weird to announce to the table of men that she needed to go pee so she didn't, yet that made them question it even more. Her missteps did nothing to assist her subtlety or lack thereof. A trip on her right and her inability to support herself for a moment on her left did nothing to help. Even she, a creature cut from the Force, an adult Jedi unable to fully surrender herself to the Force, was still a Jedi. Jedi weren't clumsy. Neither were Cathar. But it didn't matter that she had the nature of both a Jedi and a Cathar within her, in that moment she was as uncoordinated as a drunk human that wasn't Force-sensitive. She had only managed to take two steps before she felt warmth against her. She wanted to moan from it cause she knew exactly who it was. She figured that she'd behave for now. There would be plenty of time to misbehave later. To get put in her place by him and those hands of his. The hand that held her waist was there to keep her propped up but between the contact of that and it pulling her into the solid plastoid on Wolffe's side, she was ready to bend over for him there. The perverted thoughts in her head ran wild. They were feral, but somehow not as feral as she imagined them actually fucking would be. As a Jedi, she was to push past selfish desire and want but as a woman, she wanted him. "Where do you think you're off to, lightweight?" The vibration of his voice through her body was thrilling. She wanted that voice to ask her if she thought she had permission to cum.

As amused as he was that she was this drunk after so few drinks, he was also concerned how he'd explain this to the General. How would they even be able to deliver her back to the temple like this without suspicion from at least one of the Jedi guards or the clones stationed there. He'd only put an arm around her and pulled her toward his body a little to make sure she didn't fall but she had practically melted into his side. He had no idea how she seemed to find the plastoid comfortable. Not that Wolffe was complaining about the proximity. His only complaint was that she was much too drunk. Not only so drunk that the General would be disappointed in him, but also too drunk to consent to anything. "Am I light enough for you to throw?" It was so obvious that she was laying on fake innocence in her voice. That mixed with her coruscanti accent was maddening. He hoped she meant what he'd thought she did. He would struggle tonight if she planned on behaving like that. "Throw you where?" He didn't know why he'd asked for clarification. He knew that the answer would rile him up in a way he wouldn't get to satisfy that night. Somehow knowing he'd have to wait made it even hotter. He'd almost had to tell himself 'down boy'. "Wherever you want to destroy me." The way she purred. Even if she was a feline, it didn't make the purr any less effective. Even if it was only a natural generally positive reaction for a Cathar to have. Even if she'd had that tone with hundreds of generals and every single one of his brothers. He knew she'd forget every single name, including her own. All he wanted to do was to take her right then and there until all she knew was his name and how to scream it. He wanted everyone in that bar to see her fall apart around him and to know she was his. Even if it wasn't true. Even if she was a Jedi and he was a clone. As much as he wanted her trembling and whimpering beneath him, he had to remember his duty. He was a clone. He was meant to live and die for duty. He could put off cumming for a few hours for duty. He could put it off until he was alone to imagine her going mad from pleasure, if duty dictated so. Though, resisting his urges was almost harder than facing death on the battlefield. He had no understanding how his want for her was equal if not greater than his will to survive for the next battle. Yet the ability to come back to her with no competition seemed like a greater victory than simply surviving the war. Pleasing her with his survival was all he needed to do. He needed her. He needed to soothe his urges. But not yet. He needed to do his duty. He turned himself and the girl so that they were facing each other. He moved his hands to her shoulders. As much as he wanted to continue holding her waist, he knew he couldn't. Just imagining holding her waist in his hands as he stood above her made it harder. Seeing the actual thing would've done things to him. "Doryn, where are you going?" He needed to remind himself that the things in his imagination could get him decommissioned. Even if her eyes were practically begging him. Even if she leaned forward and tilted her head up to him like that. Even if she gently purred her filthy wishes. "To go get dicked down."

Her confidence told her he'd follow as she tried to continue walking to the refresher. Instead an arm wrapped around her waist from behind. That in itself was a good thing. "Nope." Wolffe's low voice said. He scooped her up and her back was against his plastoid covered torso. He turned them around and started walking back to where he'd left his brothers. Then she started to whine and squirm. "I need to pee." She huffed and squeezed his arm. It did literally nothing to him. If she'd decided to use the Force, she could probably make his armour collapse in on itself. People, especially humans, worried about her claws more than they ought to've. The most they could do to plastoid would be shallow, but still visible, scratches. "Oh really?" The tone he used. Oh that tone. Doryn was sure that it combining with the cats are liquid theory meant she would turn into a puddle at any second. "Please." She didn't quite realise when her feet met the ground, so she didn't think to lock her knees. He went to let go and she started to go down instantly. "Maker, how much did you drink?" He grumbled. His arm went to the position it had been in a few moments ago. Securely holding her by the waist and encouraging her to lean against him for balance. She seemed so eager to press herself into the firm plastoid again. "I thought you were counting." She teased, as she eventually got some half-decent footing. He actually had been counting. He had no idea how this girl was falling over levels of drunk from 3 fruit juices. He figured it must've been the shots Sinker had 'snuck' her. He had all the subtlety of a rancour, yet was one of the quieter ones. If it'd been Boost, everyone would've known she would get shots before he even got them. Still, two shots wasn't enough to get someone this drunk. Well, someone that wasn't this much of a lightweight. "Sure was, lightweight." As they approached the refresher, she started to walk ahead a bit by herself. Trying to make sure she could actually go in alone. The only thing more embarrassing than him walking her over would be him having to help her further. "I'd like to see you take 17 shots."

"And how did you get to that with your fruity shit and two shots?" He questioned. He didn't want to admit it to himself but he wanted her to snap back with something snarky. He wanted her to challenge him so she could be put in her place. Even if she was technically his superior. "My drinks had 5 shots each." With that she entered the refresher and Wolffe's face lost all colour for a second. That was before he went a little red. She'd known the whole time how strong the drinks were and only shared them to make them all think it was just sweet. She'd deceived them all and he was angry. "You what?" He said a little louder than he should've but he kept that volume for the rest of his words. "You get back here, young lady. You are going to be explaining what you did to your Master." His face got even redder when the response he heard back was a giggle from her.

Then he saw red. Literally. His justified outburst had attracted the attention of a corrie. "You can't harass girls like that." He was blindingly shiny. Normally, he'd class this idiot as one of Fox's men, but this was barely a boy. He had to admit, the kid had a strong sense of justice, even if it led to him picking a fight with a commander. "Step down, brother." It was the one line that would usually stop a fight. As much as wiping the floor with this boy would've relieved a little stress, Doryn would be back in a minute. He really didn't want to be fighting whilst responsible for her, especially while she was drunk and throwing herself at him. Unfortunately, the shiny didn't understand that backing down was his best option. "You are under arrest for disorderly conduct and harassment." Wolffe couldn't help but roll his eyes at that. It wasn't the first time a new corrie had let it go to his head and it wouldn't be the last. Even some of their more experienced men still acted like that. The corrie grabbed one of Wolffe's wrists and he let him. He simply swung his arm to the opposite side of his body and stepped to the side a little. The smooth motion caused the shiny to fall on the ground. The turn of his wrist against the grip gave the boy nothing to hold himself up with. Suddenly, Wolffe's problem doubled. The doubling of the problem came in the form of two more corrie guards coming up on him. He got ready to brawl. He missed the first's punch and traded blows with the second. A small kick to the back of his knees and solid contact between his face and Wolffe's fist made the trooper go down. The last one standing hit Wolffe over the back of the head and Wolffe quickly punched him back whilst turning to face him. A few men were already cheering. He was sure that his pack would hear the commotion and check it out. The shiny got back up while Wolffe and the remaining 'reinforcement' fought. It became 2 on 1. He began to worry a little when the third corrie started getting up. Then it was like the impossible happened. Something he'd seen hundreds of times but still couldn't truly understand. It was unreal.

Coming out of the disgusting bathroom, Doryn saw three members of the Coruscant guard attacking her commander. She'd heard a commotion but hadn't thought it would be Wolffe. A simple motion with her wrist and she lifted the three of them. At the temple she'd had many disagreements with the corries. She'd learnt exactly how to deal with them. She dropped them and none of them had managed to escape at least tripping. Her voice dropped a couple of octaves and took on an unnaturally authoritative tone. "Where is your commander?" She let a scowl form over her face. Wolffe simply stood in the middle of the men, looking like an idiot. She motioned with her head for him to come to her side. Then she realised that her commander was likely the smartest man in the room. "We were helping you, you sullen bitch." There was nothing on his armour apart from the simple minimal red that all of them had. Too new to design a pattern for his armour, that or too stupid. She raised the skirt of her dress a little and pulled her lightsabers. She didn't ignite them but held the hilts as a warning. "I will not be made to ask where your commander is again." It only took a few moments for Fox to push through the small crowd to his men. "Straighten your men out, before I have to, lap dog." She sneered. She turned to leave the situation. She stumbled a little. As much of a show she'd been able to put on, she was still drunk out of her tiny little mind. Wolffe's arm went to its earlier position and supported her. "I see you're with your own kind, mutt." She went to turn around but Wolffe held her in place gently. She complied and didn't turn. Boost, Sinker and the others were at the edge of the crowd, ready to leave. "Hope you don't get them killed like that Master of yours." Fox was quite amused with his own words and somewhat impressed at his speed with the jab. Wolffe would've hurt himself but still failed if he'd tried any harder to hold her back. Fox was flung against the wall and the back of his armour made a loud crash against the concrete. She approached him and held the unlit hilt of one lightsaber against his stomach and the other into the side of his neck. She spoke slowly. "Say that again."

It didn't take Wolffe long to grab her as he had done earlier and drag her away before she actually killed a commander. He was sure that her giving into her anger like that was against the Jedi rules. Not that he blamed her. Fox deserved to be put in his place and a non-human was the perfect person to do it. But not her. Not now. Someone else could do it and face the consequences. At that moment she was his responsibility and he wouldn't be seen letting her do that. He carried her with a single arm on the waist to his squad. He put her down but kept a hold of her to make sure she wouldn't run back and get herself into trouble. "Ready to go?" He asked them, already knowing the answer. The group all agreed apart from Comet. Instead, he asked Wolffe, "Are you letting her keep those?" He looked at the two lightsabers she still held. Boost was very quick to offer to hold them. "If you take them, you won't be alive for very long." She narrowed her eyes at them and crinkled her nose a little. The group exchanged looks. Wolffe squeezed her gently with his arm to get her attention before speaking. "At least put them away."

"I will if you carry me." She sounded exactly as she had earlier when teasing him with the fake innocence in her voice. This was her idea of a compromise. Of a fair deal. As much as he wanted to continue holding her and getting to feel her against his body, he had to at least pretend he didn't want to. He would never hear the end of it from his brothers if they knew that he wanted to do it. "I am not carrying you." He hated admitting that he hoped her argument back was good enough for him to hold her and save his reputation a bit. It wasn't like he found her heavy, especially compared to how heavy normal gear could get. "I'm tired and I helped with the guards." She knew exactly what she was doing with her eyes. It was that little begging look. He pretended to concede and huffed. "Fine, but those go away first." She excitedly put them away as quickly as she could. She didn't even care if she flashed the boys a little. She, the unfeeling Padawan, was so open in her joy that she was about to be carried. The wolfpack hadn't seen her smile once in their week with her. All they had seen of her was a solemn Jedi.

As soon as her lightsabers were away, Wolffe picked her up bridal style. He stroked an arm down the backs of her legs a little to make sure her dress stayed closed around her legs and so that her modesty stayed intact. He enjoyed the little shiver she had at his touch. He would've said it was for her or for the General, but that would've been a lie. He didn't want to admit that it was for himself, to protect what could've been his in another life. He had to remind himself that he wasn't carrying her to his bed. He tried hard to not smile down at the woman in his arms. She quickly leaned into him, even if it was the plastoid which he still refused to believe she could find comfortable. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and he could feel her soft fur tickling his exposed skin. As they exited 79's, they decided to walk most of the way to the barracks. Wildfire and Corvis were fine and wanted to get a taxi. The rest wanted or needed the walk and some air. The air on Coruscant was nowhere near the quality of Felucia's air, though it was marginally fresher than the recycled air in the barracks or worse, a ship. Boost and Sinker needed it most of all. He was secretly glad that they'd decided to walk. He'd get to have her in his arms for longer. She was lightly purring and he could feel the vibrations in his chest. He wanted to feel it always. She'd gone from looking up at him with joy filled eyes to closing them as she got comfortable nestling her face into him. She let out a small contented sigh and Wolffe just felt complete. "You're so strong." She mumbled into him. She continued to purr and wear a gentle smile. Her eyes were just about still open but she kept almost closing them. Wolffe was sure that there was nothing in the galaxy that was as beautiful or precious as what was in his arms. He stopped caring if his brothers saw. In that moment, the only thing he cared about was her. He gave her a little squeeze to get her attention on him rather than the nap she seemed close to taking. "I can't take you to the temple like this. Can I bring you back to the barracks?" She replied with a little nod. She hadn't opened her eyes much but had managed to keep them somewhat open and looking at him. "Kitten, I need you to tell me properly." He hadn't even thought through the grilling his brothers would give him for using that term of endearment. She'd already made nodding motions whilst pressing her face into him and even if she hadn't, Wolffe wanted to hear her say it. Not just to hear her voice, although it was a welcomed consequence, but to also know she really meant to agree. She hummed a little before opening her eyes a little more and speaking. "Yeah, the barracks are good." He rubbed her knee with his thumb and held her a little closer. He knew that she wouldn't be in his bed and that he had to stop imagining holding her all night. He had to stop imagining what it would feel like for her to cuddle into him without his armour. It became harder to stop imagining when she woke up a bit more and gazed up at him. She spoke quietly, like a whisper only for him. "You'd give me such a strong litter." Wolffe didn't know much about Cathar but the only thing he could think she meant was that they'd have strong children. He'd never thought about having children, being a clone. "I'd even enjoy unfruitful mating." She sighed the words and her eyes returned to how they had been before. This time, she wasn't only begging with her eyes, but also with her words. That was when he understood that thinking of all sex as mating was probably a Cathar thing. What she really meant was she wanted him for his strength and wanted him to fill her. Wolffe was glad his codpiece gave him some privacy. His erection very quickly pressed against the inside. He sighed to himself, "You make such promises." He cursed her timing. They were coming up on the barracks. He'd have to take his armour off soon and his boner would be obvious. He couldn't even fix it. Though, he hoped she'd do it all again but sober. He hoped, truly hoped, that she meant this all. That she really wanted him. He pretended that her being a Jedi would have no influence on her choice.

She felt like royalty being carried through the barracks. She tried to fuse herself to Wolffe as much as physically possible. All she knew was that he was right for her. As disconnected from the Force as she was, she couldn't help but feel like it was telling her that this was right. She hoped he'd let her stay in his bed. She wanted to experience his fur that the others had joked about. She wanted to feel his skin and warmth. She wanted selfishly and she didn't care. Aware of how quiet Wolffe and the others were being, she spoke quietly up to him. "You're so warm, I don't think we'll need all these clothes." She just wanted to feel him. She just wanted. Even if it didn't end in them mating. Even if they didn't get as far as kissing. She felt him lower her onto a bed. "Keep your clothes on, for me." His wording compelled her. It was like a Jedi mind trick. She just wanted to do as he said. Especially if it would make him happy. He let go of her and she couldn't help the slight whimper. He took a step away and her insides shattered and splintered in pain. "Wait. Please." She quietly begged. She felt him sit on the bed and start to take off his armour. He did it quietly but swiftly, not taking long before he joined her in the bed. She instantly clung to him. He was so warm and firm and comfortable and perfect. The bed itself was the worst she'd ever been in, but cuddling into Wolffe made it much more comfortable than even the finest and most expensive bed she'd slept in. She quietly whispered, "Thank you." She felt his arm wrap around her and his hand gently trace patterns along her back. It was so soothing. It took her no time to fall asleep in his hold. In his warmth.