(Y/N) wondered the lower streets of Coruscant, no place in mind, she just continued to walk until she felt a place was right to enter. She allowed the force to guide her, to the place she needed to be. Yet she found herself almost confused, she had walked for what seemed like hours, and the force had lead her to 79's, not that she was complaining, she loved talking and hanging out with the clones, they were far friendlier and more accepting that her Jedi brethren. Plus it had been a while since she had been to the club in question. The last time she had found herself there, she had made a few memories. Namely Hardcase and Fives doing daft things while in a drunken state. Not to mention the game of Helmet Switch-A-Roo. Jesse had ended up with Kix's helmet much like Dogma and Tup had switched. Even Fives, Echo, Hardcase and Rex had, although the Captain was far more sober than his brothers.
Upon entering the club, she was met with the normal bar tender, it was quieter than normal. No doubt business hadn't picked up yet. The bar tender offering the normal sign of respect to the Jedi who entered. A small respectful nod to acknowledge them. (Y/N) knew the normal clones she had friendships with, wouldn't be there. Both the 501st and 212th were deployed on the battlefield. God only knows what they were facing this time. The young Jedi soon found herself in a quiet shadowy corner of the club, the booth almost perfect for her. Just like always she wanted to go unnoticed, she wanted to find out why the force had lead her there. Was it telling her, she needed to relax and let loose a little? Was it saying she needed to focus on herself for once rather than the ongoing war. Or was it trying to tell her something else entirely. She didn't know, but she knew eventually she would find out.
As promised Wrecker practically dragged his brothers from the Military base they were set to stay at. Ignoring the complaining of being tired or anything else they could throw at him. The far taller and older of the four had stated it was their chance to let loose, to enjoy a well deserved rest and have fun. Even stating it was a chance for Crosshair and Hunter to show off their newly required ink. Tech had made a comment regarding Crosshair meeting a certain someone at the club, something that went unnoticed by Wrecker but earns a small chuckle from Hunter and a glare from Crosshair whom had been teased about the attraction he found himself with. Even when he had told himself many times nothing would come of it, nothing had worked. He still found himself almost pining for the Jedi General. His mind had yelled at him it was forbidden for both of them but his heart hadn't given up on the crusade to have her as his own.
Maybe you'll find someone else to settle with for the night.Crosshair told himself as he walked with his brothers. The four often getting looks from those they passed. They were noticeable different from the regs everyone could see it. Yet Crosshair, Hunter and Techfelt somewhat uncomfortable by the judgmental looks, as if those they fought to protect wasn't surprised by them even wearing armor or were clones. The four continued on with the conversation, each adding their own input to it in their own way. Wrecker being loud about it, where as Tech added his wealth of knowledge, Hunter just kind of went with it as Crosshair added a comment in the normal tone he used around them. The one only they understood the meaning off.
Upon entering the club, they noticed it wasn't just a clone club as they'd somehow believed but one for civvies too. A few patrons had taken to the brightly lit dance floor, some closer than they should probably be. Clones were drinking, yelling and doing incredibly daft things they would likely regret the following day. The colors on their armor making it easier to distinguish which battalion they were from. The four thankfully going unnoticed by the rowdy gatherings. They made their way over to the bar, each ordering a drink while trying to find somewhere to sit, that was away from the bar, although they knew it would be difficult, the club was popular, probably one of the most popular on Coruscant.
It wasn't long before the four brothers had split up. Hunter having taken to the dance floor with a beautiful all be it scandalously dressed Twi'lek. The two could been seen passionately kissing on several occasions, although continuing to dance with every change of song. Wrecker had pursued several ladies, although somehow insulted several of them, resulting in a drink being thrown at him more than once and a near brawl when another reg come to the defense of the woman he was attempting to flirt with. Tech on the other hand, had found his own little cult following, several ladies gathering around him, clearly finding his intelligence a welcome change to the normal drunk men to be around. Crosshair on the other hand, stayed near the bar, rolling his eyes with every fail Wrecker had, offering advice every now again. Although the silver haired sharp shooter ignored those who paid him attention, he only wanted said attention from one person, all others he would happily redirect to his brothers. Who'd be more than happy to settle their obvious needs.
"Didn't expect to see you here" whispered Crosshair, being close enough to (Y/N) to whisper down her ear in a seductive manner, although he found the height difference amusing. It was clear to him when she whirled around, she had been unaware he was even there, well at least until he spoke. "A Jedi Knight at a club, I didn't think you could indulge in such things" added the sharp shooter, following her back to her booth near the back of the club, finding it to be quieter there. His stiff frame starting to relax, as if he no longer felt like all eyes were on him. "What are you doing here anyways?" asked the taller clone, his eyes firmly on the Jedi across the booth from him. He had to raise his voice a little for her to hear him over the pounding music.
"Allowing the force to guide me. At the advice of Master Yoda" responded (Y/N), almost feeling vulnerable in the situation. The drinks were getting to her, yet at the same time she was now with someone she trusted. Crosshair soon nodded, as if acknowledging the question, turning his attention to his brothers spread out around the club. Tech had since disappeared, although the group of women surrounding him were still there. Wrecker was now talking softly with others where as Hunter and moved to the tables to the side of the dance floor. He seemed buzzed by the alcohol he had clearly "We're allowed to do more than you think. As long as there's no attachments, everything else is fair gain" spoke the Jedi Knight, moving her black hair over her shoulder again, the silver beads clinking together as she did so. Upon hearing that Crosshair's golden eyes darkened, as if something had finally clicked with him.
The amount of times (Y/N) had teased him in way his body reacted in a sexual way was countless. He'd still yet to get her back for them, despite promising he would. Although he had was convinced she hadn't be aware of what her actions and often soft comments had done to him, he was determined to see where it would eventually go. Even playing along with comments and slowly getting closer to her. Yet the closeness had only brought another side of him out, the side who wanted to be the person she would turn to when she needed something other's couldn't give, the closeness brought out fantasies he wouldn't speak about with his brothers let alone anyone else. Yet she also brought out a gentler side of him, as if it was only reserved for her.
With that Crosshair moved a little closer to her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her and see her cheeks red from the alcohol she'd consumed. He could guess she had been there for some time, but wasn't nearly as drunk as other patrons and clones to be gathered there. He soon began to study her, memorizing everything he could, from the sparkle in her dark eyes, to the scar down her left eye. Even how her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes. Only now did he find himself wishing to compliment her on her beauty, yet didn't know how to word it. He envied Tech's way of just outing it regardless of the outcome, just as he envied Hunter's confidence to go with it. Even Wrecker's loudness would help in this situation. While lost in thought the silver haired sharp shooter hadn't notice (Y/N) had turned her full attention on him, her eyes searching him as if he held the answer to her unspoken questions, as if he was the answer to something she had been searching for.
Yet as if someone else had over the man of few words, he gently reached up, placing a hand on the back of (Y/N)'s neck in a gentle grip, pulling her closer, removing the toothpick as he did so. He continued to pull her closer until their lips connected in a surprising but yearned for kiss. A first (Y/N) was surprised by the action, confused even, get she soon melted into it, ignoring her brain screaming it was wrong. Her heart wanted it. She wanted it. Without much thought she reached her arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to her, she wanted him close, in a way she always had since the first meeting, she knew she was different in a way more than just a defective clone. Something deep down inside had told her that. The force had pushed them together, there was surely a reason for it. He was special in a way she was sure he had yet to realize.
The kiss only deepened. Crosshair gently biting on her lower lip, as if asking for entrance. Something she was hestitant about at first but soon allowed. His hands sliding down to her back, pushing her further into him, he wanted nothing more than to feel her in every way, he wanted to memorize her curves and trace the scars to be scattered over her body. He wanted to be closer to her than anyone else. The two soon broke apart, yet didn't for long. It being clear they both wanted more, even if they didn't know why or even understand was else was forcing them together. Was it fate? The force? Just basic human needs?
"Cyra'ika. Maybe we should take this somewhere else" commented Crosshair upon the pair breaking apart again. Something in him didn't want others to know about his growing feelings for her. He didn't want others to know she was something special to him. He wanted to keep her as a secret only the select few could know. Yet he also wanted to even closer to her. In a position where he was sure he wouldn't be tell where he ended and she started. He almost hoped it would happen sooner rather than later. Yet he also knew they would have to be careful. She was a Jedi, his superior and general, he was a clone, born for the sole purpose of war, he wasn't supposed to want anything more than to serve. Yet he wanted her, he had feelings, needs and wants, all of them were of the Jedi he found himself attracted to.
He knew the risks as he was sure (Y/N) did. A Jedi and a Clone relationship wasn't unheard of, the rumors of the commando and Padawan was almost common knowledge now, as it was the child born because of the affair. But the two had been separated after the reveal. The Padawan was assigned to a different unit and passed her trials shortly after. Graduating to Jedi Knight, where as he was redirected to the command of a cruel and uncaring Jedi General, although he had survived everything thrown at him, he was denied ever knowing the name or gender of his child, he was denied knowing anything else of either his lover or child.
Crosshair didn't want that to happen to him and (Y/N). He wanted her but didn't want the rest of the Clone intelligence or Jedi Order knowing about it. He was happy to keep it a secret if she did. Yet he also wondered why he was even thinking about that. They had done nothing much find themselves caught in a battle of dominance with a simple but passionate kiss. Nothing else had happened yet although he hoped even planned on more to occur between them. He wanted for her, his body yearned for her to be near, as his heart screamed at him he belonged at her side. Even his sleepy brain had agreed with the vivid dreams he got. Yet he couldn't help but wonder if she too wanted something more from this. Did she want to be as close to him as he did to her? Did she feel the same as he did? He knew only time would tell as the pair made their way for the exit. Crosshair being the third of his brothers to do so.