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ariadnes-red-thread · 1 year

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Summary: You wake up to find that you’re trapped in a cave with Fives. As oxygen dwindles and every breath you take is a countdown to death, you’re forced to confront your feelings for the ARC Trooper.

Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, Smut, PiV sex, Oral (female receiving), Brief descriptions of blood and wound care, Near Death Situation, Angst, Hurt/Comfort/Fluff, Porn with way too much Plot, Happy Ending

Word Count: 8.5k (don’t look at me)

A/N: NGL, this one got away from me. Also, maybe someday I’ll write something that isn’t “Idiots in Love” Trope. Today is not that day.

Ao3

It was the worst headache of your life. Everything throbbed. The pain radiated from your right temple and washed over your head, your neck, and then down your spine in sharp, ceaseless waves. The tension pulled your brow together, but any furrowing sent a new stabbing sensation straight to your forehead. The only comfort came from the surface below. Whatever you were lying on, the texture was worn, and the surface was stiff, but a damp coolness saturated the fabric, soothing your aching head.

Where am I? You wondered, the thought forming in between the blooms of pain.

You blinked. The world was blurred as you tried to peek out from under heavy eyelids. The only light was faint, barely illuminating the shadows surrounding you. Awareness slowly returned to your limbs, and you realized you were lying on your side. You stretched out an arm and pushed yourself up. A groan left your lips at the effort.

“Oh, thank the little gods,” You heard a voice you couldn’t place. “You’re awake.”

You tried to turn to the person, but the movement and the change of position were too much. The world started to sway, and you began to plummet back downwards again.

“Whoa, whoa.” Large arms wrapped around you, halting your fall.

Whoever caught you pulled you into them, steadying you against their body, but any softness of their form was interrupted by a stiff, immovable chest. A puzzle piece to this mystery. Plastoid. You blinked. Armor. You blinked again. The haze started to leave your vision, but that didn’t make what you saw any clearer.

“Fives?”

The Arc Trooper grinned down at you, his trademark sideways smile still just as bright in the dim light.

“Hey, mesh’la.”

The clouds of your lightheadedness parted. Fives was kneeling next to you, supporting your weight against his chest plate as he held you up. You moved to right yourself again, crawling onto your knees and sitting back on your heels. He let you shift away from him, though his arms cautiously followed you as you straightened yourself, in case you swayed again.

Details slowly came into focus. Rock surrounded you on all sides. The edges and deep crevasses that ran up the jagged walls created long shadows that danced along the red stone in the soft glow. The light was thrown on them by a bright orb in the middle of this cavern. Through the shine, you recognized it as one of the ARC-standard lanterns. While the illumination didn’t offer much, it was enough to show that the open space you found yourself in wasn’t large, probably no bigger than an escape pod. The floor was dirt, and underneath you lay a blanket. It was one of the GAR-issued ones that the clones carried in their packs. My pack. Your instincts as a medic made your heart jump, and you instinctively patted the ground around you, looking for your gear before you spotted it. Leaning against the opposite corner of the cave was your medic pack and all of Fives’ kit. It had all been rifled through, with supplies out everywhere. You turned back to Fives, who was watching you carefully. He stayed on his knees next to you, still within arm’s reach.

“What’s…” Whatever question was on your lips was cut off and erased by another stabbing pain.

You let out a small groan, and your hand shot to your forehead. You could feel a bacta patch on your temple. Underneath it, broken skin throbbed. You glanced down at your jumpsuit to find it covered in blood.

“Look at me.” Fives quickly spoke, pulling your eyes back to his face. “You got hit in the head. You were a real mess. I’m not you or Kix, but I tried to clean you up as best I could.”

He made you track his fingers and asked you the questions you had asked him a million times before. For how talented a soldier he was, Fives had more head injuries than the rest of the GAR combined. You could always count on finding him in your medbay after every mission for one reason or another. He tried to assess your vision but flashed fingers before you faster than you could count them.

“That’s not how you do that.” You giggled as you rolled your eyes. “Nice try, Doctor Fives.”

“Sarcasm intact, I see.” Fives chuckled, but the laugh didn’t meet his eyes.

He raised his hand to your chin and slowly tilted it so he could inspect your wound. He lifted his other hand to graze over your temple, pressing down on the bacta patch that he must have gotten from your pack and placed on your wound earlier.

“Wasn’t deep, luckily.” He said, his voice soft now. “Just bled a ton. You scared me, mesh’la.”

He was close. So close. And the look on his face made you wonder.

“A big ole ARC Trooper was scared for me?” You teased, desperate for anything to break the tension.

His eyes met yours before he flicked them back to the bandaged wound. Oh, you swallowed before you quickly reprimanded yourself. You had to do that often with Fives. You had been with the 501st since the beginning of the war, and you loved every one of the men you served with. They loved you too. When you weren’t chasing the brave -if slightly reckless - soldiers into battle, they were often pulling you into their own shenanigans, like nights out at 79’s or games of sabacc in the barracks or pranks that made Rex assign you all to fresher duty for a week. It was different with Fives, though.

He had no idea, of course. He didn’t know how his banter, more playful and flirty than his brothers, or that little nickname, mesh’la, affected you. He didn’t know that, through no fault of his, you had been swept off your feet by the handsome man since the moment you met him. He’d never led you on or made you think your feelings were reciprocated. He’d been nothing but respectful and kind. Still, you couldn’t shake your feelings for the ARC Trooper. You loved the way he butted heads with you. You loved how he teased the people he cared about, including you. You loved the way he looked after his brothers. You loved his ingenuity on the battlefield. Despite your best efforts, you loved Fives. You pushed your feelings aside as best you could, trying to only let them creep up on you during dark moments alone. There was no point in dwelling on it. Fives would never feel that way about you. Still, this sudden doting made your stomach twist.

Don’t read into it. You scolded yourself. He’s just worried about you. With his gaze back on your forehead, you tried to turn your attention elsewhere. You searched for the last thing you remembered.

You were on Geonosis. That much you knew. Even in the dark, the sandstone of the walls around you was apparent. Geonosis. You strained and tugged on strings as you tried to remember why you were in Geonosis or, more importantly, where on Geonosis you were.

“What’s going on, Fives?”

The ARC trooper sat back, finally confident you wouldn’t fall again, and leaned against the wall. He pulled one knee up, resting his arm on it. The other leg extended out next to you.

“What do you remember?”

He nodded as you pieced together details for him, filling in the blanks where he could. The more you tugged on those threads, the more you could weave together. Geonosis. You remembered trekking across the desert with a small squad. You remembered an ambush. A group of bugs had sprung out of the dunes. It had happened so suddenly. There had been a lot of blaster fire and explosions. As soon as the fighting started, Fives grabbed your arm, pulling you to shelter behind him. You remembered darkness engulfing the landscape and Fives cursing as his brothers disappeared from view. A sandstorm was sweeping in; brutal winds whipped up the desert as it approached. Fives took hold of your arm again, leading you to the foot of the nearby mesa. The last thing you could remember was pointing to a small cave, thinking it could offer shelter to wait out the deadly weather. Fives, barely visible even a foot in front of you as the storm finally descended, led the way. Then, nothing. There was no more thread to pull at. Trying to piece together the last of the story, you turned to look towards what you vaguely recalled to be the entrance. It was covered in broken, serrated rocks. You frowned. That couldn’t be good.

“Cave collapsed.” Fives finally admitted as you finished. “Must have been unstable, and the winds from the storm made it worse. I tried to dig out, but it just kept collapsing. Without tools, it’ll bring the whole thing down on us. And you’ve had enough head injuries for one day.”

“And you for one lifetime.” You reminded Fives. “So we’re stuck here, huh?”

He nodded, watching you as you moved to cross your legs and settle into a seated position. You noticed his careful look but kept your attention on the predicament.

“Any other exit?” You glanced around, the tall walls suddenly hugging you a little tighter.

If there were any, the cave held its secrets well. The only light came from the lamp, and the air felt heavy. Unmoving.

“No,” Fives’ face was grim when you turned back to him. “I looked after I got you cleaned up. My helmet was damaged during the cave-in, but the radar still works, and there’s nothing.”

He dropped his gaze to his boots. Fives was a lot of things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them. There was something he wasn’t telling you.

“What else?”

Fives let out a little huff. He knew lying wasn’t his strength either. After a moment, he spoke again.

“Indicators on my bucket show the oxygen supply of this little pocket isn’t… uh, well, it’s not gonna last forever.” He raised a hand, rubbing his gloved palm against the back of his neck, still not looking at you.

You frowned at Fives. You didn’t like how vague he was being. Many people mistook Fives’ carefree demeanor for carelessness, but you knew otherwise. Fives was nothing if not thorough in his recon, and that meant he was still hiding something.

“How long?” You asked, your tone still the same one you would use in the medbay. Scientific and determined.

“We have four more hours of oxygen.”

You nodded. That would explain the heaviness of the air.

“Is anyone coming?”

“Yes, Rex is on… on his way.” He coughed as he spoke.

You watched as his jaw twitched from the tension and his gaze shifted further from yours. You glanced at his helmet. It sat among the scattered gear, the antenna snapped off and lying beside it on the ground. You considered your own communicator for a moment but knew its range would never make it through these stone walls. You looked back at Fives.

“Don’t lie to me.” If you could have registered anything at that moment, you would have been surprised at how suddenly quiet your voice was.

Fives flicked his eyes back to finally meet yours. He stared, his honey-brown irises flickering gold in the dim light.

“No,” He finally answered, like a sentencing. “Comms are down. No one is coming.”

You nodded. Your gaze fell to your palms. This was it. Trapped with no way out. You had always known you could die during this war. You had assumed it would be on the battlefield. The thought that it wouldn’t be twisted in your gut. A rage began to boil. You didn’t want to die here, suffocating. You wanted to go down fighting. You looked back at Fives, ready to protest against your fate. Then you saw his face. He met you with a look of understanding that stopped any objection on your lips.

“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “I’m mad too. I’m a soldier. I’m supposed to die on my feet, not in some cave.”

With that, the rage disappeared.

“I’m sorry, Fives.”

“Me too.” He gave you a half-smile. “Honestly, part of me hoped you wouldn’t wake up. Then you wouldn’t have known. You wouldn’t have to wait.”

You tried to return his half-smile, but your heart panged at the thought of Fives having to wait for death alone. You crawled to sit against the wall next to him. Pressing your back against the stone wall, you rested your head on his pauldron.

“Well, I’m glad I’m awake.” You finally spoke. You were surprised to find that you meant it. “What now?”

“Just wait, I guess.”

You didn’t have to look at Fives to see the defeat that had swept over him. It was clear in his voice, the emptiness of his tone ringing like a gong. You frowned. If you were going to be awake, you had to do something. Your eyes fell onto the gear scattered at the foot of the opposite wall.

“I have a sabacc deck.” You tilted your head up at the ARC trooper.

“You’re on.” Fives snorted as he grinned down at you, the smile finally meeting his eyes.

Time crept on at a cruel pace. Too fast and too slow at the same time. The two of you had an unspoken agreement not to look at the indicators on Fives’ helmet. The mood was heavy, but you were grateful to be with Fives. You moved to sit across from him, a perfect little space for sabacc forming between the two of you. Fives discarded his armor, and you had unzipped the top half of your jumpsuit, tying its arms around your waist. Even still, the white tank top clung to you in the stifling heat of the cavern. The temperature aside, it almost could have been another night in the barracks, just the two of you outlasting his brothers as you stayed up too late, laughing and sharing secrets.

“You think the others are okay?” Your thoughts wandered to your friends.

“Echo, Kix, and Rex are too smart to die, Jesse’s too stubborn, and Hardcase is too lucky.” Fives chuckled as he looked over his hand. “Fate’s already given up on killing ‘Case. Despite his best efforts. It’ll be some stupid hero move if he ever goes out.”

You laughed. Thinking that the rest of the squad was safe brought a little comfort, at least. Then you thought of how Fives had protected you during the fight. A hero.

“Like protecting civilian medic during a firefight?” The cards in front of you began to swim, and your eyes quickly found the cave's dirt floor. “You shouldn’t have helped me.”

“Don’t say that.” Fives frowned and tilted his head down so he could meet your gaze. “I would have been looking for shelter during that storm, no matter what. I always would have ended up here.”

Fives looked away, his attention back on the game as he cast the die. You quickly blinked, trying to clear your burning eyes. He swore at the numbers that came up.

“Your turn,” He smiled at you. “And for the record, protecting you… I don’t regret it. Not for a second.”

You sighed. Regrets. You had plenty, and now, the thought that maybe you had led Fives here to this fate was quickly climbing the list. It was more suffocating than the dwindling oxygen. Fives must have been able to see the shadow lingering over you.

“Hey,” He placed his cards to the side and patted the ground between his legs. “Come here.”

You climbed over Fives’ shins and settled yourself against his chest. You stared out into the darkness as Fives wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back into him. It was a little too warm to be comfortable, but you lifted a hand to his forearm and clung to him all the same.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been this close to Fives. All the clones were comfortable with you, hugging you, picking you up, teasing you like a sister. Fives was no different; it always made your crush that much harder. Even now, as death waited around the corner, your heart raced a little faster. You frowned at yourself, willing it to slow. As you tried to focus, you realized that you could feel his heartbeat where his chest pressed to your back. That didn’t help your own heart rate or your focus.

Finally, Fives broke the silence you didn’t realize had settled between you two.

“I wish I could’ve seen the end of it, you know?” His voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it.

“The end of what?” You asked, still staring out into the dark.

“The war. I’d like to give peace a try.” It was his turn to sigh. “I know they wouldn’t just let us go. There’s always another war to fight, but maybe… maybe I could’ve had a life too. Settle down, raise a family. Deploy when they need me but get to come back to a place that was home instead of just a different set of barracks. Maybe I could’ve had a chance to be more than just a number.”

You thought of the heart beating behind you. How alive he was. Fives always had been, and that zeal permeated everything he did. When it came down to it, that was why you fell in love with him. A number’s heart never beat like that.

“You’ve never been just a number.” You whispered, more to the darkness than to Fives. “Not to me.”

You settled further into his chest and closed your eyes. You could still feel the gentle rhythm of his heart between your shoulder blades. The idea that it would come to a stop in a few short hours was too much to bear. You reached for the hand that wasn’t holding you. You needed to feel its warmth. You pulled it into your chest, clasping his hands.

Then you felt his fingers lace through yours. You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to find Fives watching you.

Your heart stopped. Time slowed. You knew the gleam in his eyes. You’d always wanted him to look at you like that, like you were the only thing in the world. Right now, you supposed you were.

“Even after everything, you know what my only regret will be?” His breath was hot against your neck.

“What?” Your heart was racing again.

“I never got to kiss you.”

Before you could stop yourself, you let go of his forearm and reached for the collar of his compression top. You pulled him into you. Fives met your lips solidly, stunned and in shock. In the next moment, you felt him begin to melt into the kiss. His hunger quickly matched yours, and he slid his tongue over your lip, begging entrance. You let him in, the shock of your actions finally sparking within you as you savored his taste.

No more regrets, a voice in the back of your head boomed, and a boldness suddenly came over you.

Never leaving his lips, you spun your torso to him and brought yourself to your knees, straddling his legs. He pulled you to his chest, deepening the kiss now that you were at a better angle. His goatee brushed your chin, a comforting reminder that this was real. It was really Fives kissing you. Your hands found his the back of his neck where you clung to him as Fives sealed his lips on yours. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting you so he could taste every inch of your mouth. You sucked on his tongue, and Fives let out a small rumble that went straight to your core. His scent, a heady warmth with a hint of plasma, overwhelmed your senses. He was all you could breathe now, but you needed more. You wanted to feel him. You let your hands fall to his chest and pushed back, breaking the kiss. He stared up at you, this kneeling position giving you the height advantage. His jaw was slack, and his brown eyes were dazed as you met his gaze. You reached for the hem of your white tank top and pulled it over your head, stripping it from your body, and tossed it aside. Fives leaned back as he gapped at you, stunned by your movement. You turned your attention to his clothing, tugging at the edge of his compression shirt.

“Wait, wait!” Fives’ hands met yours. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Your voice was firm as you watched him, unblinking.

He swallowed, his grip a little tighter on your hands. He wanted this too.

“We’re going….” His look kept getting pulled back to your lips. “We’re going to use up oxygen.”

“I don’t care.” Your eyes roved over his face. You had waited so long for this. If you were going to die, you wanted to do it by his lips. “Do you?”

“Kriff, no.” He half-growled, any reservations disappearing with your consent.

Everything became rushed. Each movement was faster than the next as you both raced against the clock. Fives released your hands, letting you strip the top from his form. You ran your hands back down over his muscled, tan chest. Fives groaned at your touch before he tugged at your waist, pulling you back into his lips. You gripped his powerful bicep in one hand while the other found its way to his curls, tugging gently at the short hair and earning a moan from Fives. His broad fingertips dug at your bare skin, needy and wanting. He ran his hands over your ribs and under your binder, grazing the sensitive skin underneath your breasts. Then, he traced his way downward. His hands snuck under the fabric of your jumpsuit and made their way over the curve of your legs and around to your backside, kneading at your flesh as he pulled you closer to him still. You felt him harden beneath you. He left your lips to kiss along your jaw before he found a spot on your neck. He sucked and nipped, sending a shiver that traveled from your pulse point down to the pooling heat in the pit of your stomach. You wished you had more time.

You didn’t, though. Even now, the invisible timer ticked away in the back of your head. You moved to squat so you could strip your jumpsuit from your lower half. Fives held you up, his strong hands gripping under your arms as you struggled with the fabric. In sloppy movements, you finally pulled the jumpsuit and underwear from your legs. Fives quickly wrapped you back into him as soon as possible. Your kiss was frenzied now. His hands traveled up and down your body, caressing every inch of your skin he could reach as he swept his fingertips over you in a hurried march. They returned to your binder, where they lingered for a moment. Fives traced your pert nipples through the fabric, the friction teasing your sensitive skin, but after letting out a small huff in your mouth, he moved on. The timer was clearly ticking for him too. Fives found his true target as his hand trailed downward and made its way between you. He paused at your soaking opening only for a moment, tracing your tight ring of muscle just enough to tease you before he quickly slid a warm finger home.

His lips moved back to your neck as you snapped your hips against his hand. He added a second finger and sank deeper, meeting your movements. It wasn’t long before he found your sweet, spongy spot and pumped his hand against it, pulling moans and mews from your lips. His thumb came to your clit, teasing small circles around your sweet mound until you were putty in his hands.

“Just fuck me already.” You begged.

“Oh, mesh’la.” He nipped at your ear.

It was a promise. Fives pulled his fingers from you and reached for the hem of his body glove. He pulled it down, revealing his hardened length, veiny and thick with want. He took himself in his hand, smearing your slick over it as he stroked himself. You raised yourself up over him. He slotted himself against your entrance before he looked up at you. You met his eyes as you both paused for a beat. Fives looked like he still wanted to say something to you, but after a moment, he just surged forward and captured your mouth with his once more.

“Fives.”

You sunk down onto him as you gasped his name against his lips. He pushed against your walls as he entered you, reaching every corner, the pressure making your head swim. You clawed at his chest as you sank to the hilt, any pain turning quickly to pleasure. He gripped your waist, a sharp breath leaving him as he waited for you to adjust.

“Fuck,” He muttered. His hips twitched beneath you as he battled with his body to give you a moment to recover. “You feel incredible.”

“I need to move, please.” You pleaded with him as you reached for his shoulders.

You began to ride him, lifting yourself up and sinking down, letting his cock fill you up again and again. He raised up to meet you with every movement, turning you into a babbling mess as you came apart on his cock. His hand found your clit again.

His thumb refused to slow as it drew wave after wave of bliss from you. Fives’ eyes watched the place where you came together, staring as he stretched you out with every rolling movement. Soon, you felt yourself being pulled to the brink. You let your head fall into his neck.

“I’m so close.” You mumbled against his skin.

“Look at me.” His lips were pressed against your ear as he begged.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head to meet his eyes. I love you, you wanted to say, but you held back. Instead, you tried to tell him with your eyes and prayed he heard you. You wanted him to feel loved. His eyes burned back at you, meeting you with all the want and need you felt for him.

White spots formed behind your vision, and you began to shake. Fives snapped his hips upward, pushing you over the edge and sending you plummeting into your orgasm. He followed quickly afterward, cumming with three final thrusts as he filled you up.

You collapsed into his chest, letting your head fall to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you as he softened within you. You were both slick with sweat, but neither of you moved as you tried to catch your breath. You wondered for a moment if you would, and as Fives’ grip dug a little deeper into your arms, you had a feeling that he was wondering the same thing. But eventually, your breathing slowed, and your eyes started to flutter close.

You felt Fives lift you up and slip out of you, tucking himself back into his blacks. Then, he came back to you, helping you tug your jumpsuit back on. You frowned at the sudden space between you. Part of you wanted to protest, but even in your hazy bliss, you knew it made sense. If anyone ever did find your bodies, it would be better not to be naked. When you were both dressed, you laid down on the blanket again and pulled him down next to you. Fives let you tug him close as both of you fought sleep just a little longer. You knew you would wake up shortly, clutching your chest and struggling for air. You knew you would both die gasping in stunned breaths. But for now, you were almost happy. His arms wrapped around you, and Fives placed one last kiss on the top of your head. You pressed your ear to his chest and let yourself fall into a final sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Air came rushing back into your lungs. You choked and coughed on the sudden stream. Your eyes shot open at the sudden rush. A familiar, unmistakable face swam in front of you.

“Rex?” You croaked.

You didn’t recognize your own voice, hoarse and broken. Rex, leaning over you, frowned at your effort.

“Shhh,” He quickly hushed you. “We’ve got you. Hang in there, ad’ika.”

He reached down, hoisting you up into his arms. The world behind him glowed, and somewhere, dimly in the back of your mind, you slowly formed one word, Sun. Sun, air, Rex. You were saved. Where was Fives, though?

You started to panic. Fives. You wriggled in Rex’s arms.

“Hey, hey!” He warned as he tried to hold on to you.

“Fives.” You croaked again.

“He’s okay,” Rex assured you, pulling you tighter to him. “Echo’s got him.”

Fives was safe. You stopped wiggling. The darkness crept in again, and you let it take you.

You spent the trip back to Coruscant drifting in and out of consciousness as you floated in a hyperbaric chamber. Nothing was around you. Only a benevolent darkness and your soothed subconscious. Some part of you knew this was supposed to feel peaceful, but something in you was still restless. Even nirvana didn’t feel as peaceful as Fives’ arms had.

Consciousness finally crept up on you in the medbay. Unlike the cave, you knew where you were the moment you opened your eyes. You instantly recognized the sterile walls, the bright lights, and the stiff, scratchy fabric of the patient gowns. And if those weren’t enough clues, the face that soon bobbed over you would have been.

“What the fuck?” Kix prodded at you, poking your shoulder with an outstretched finger as he appeared next to your hospital bed.

“Is this always your bedside manner?” You groaned as you pushed yourself up on your arms, decidedly tired of waking up like this. “No wonder I’m the favorite medic.”

“Like hell you are.” Kix grinned as he waved his fingers in front of your face, starting your second neuro exam of the day. “Besides, this bedside manner is reserved for my civilian medic who tried real hard to die on me.”

“What a bitch.” You sighed as you leaned back into the thin mattress, closing your eyes.

“No kidding,” Kix huffed as he continued your assessment.

You let him feel your pulses and shine a light in your eyes as you drifted off with your thoughts. You were alive. That should be a good thing; underneath, you knew it was. But there was an empty feeling like you had left something in the cave, and it was gone forever. Like it had slipped through your hands. Despite your best efforts, you found your thoughts drifting toward Fives.

Fives. Even his name made your skin crawl now. You practically had thrown yourself at him. For years, you had been able to keep your feelings for him separate from your relationship with him. It was one thing to sleep with him if it was the last thing you ever did. But now you had lived, and you couldn’t take it back. Fives would know now, and when you saw him next, there would be nowhere to hide.

Finally, Kix was satisfied you were well enough to leave the medbay. He pointed out a pile of clothes that Echo had collected for you and turned to go so you could have some privacy. Before he pulled the door shut across, Kix paused.

“Glad you’re here, ad’ika.”

You smiled back at the medic, the empty feeling abating just a little. You were alone with your thoughts, but the familiar beeps and alarms of the medbay machinary brought you some comfort. You focused to the squeaky orchestra as you slowly dressed. You had just pulled your shirt in when there was a knock on the door.

“Come on in.” You called, trying to think what test Kix could possibly have forgotten.

Instead, Fives opened the door. Your jaw and your heart dropped as you met his brown eyes.

“Hey, mesh’la.”

His usual nickname made your stomach twist. Panic threatened to overwhelm you as your heart began to race. You felt your lungs begin to heave again, desperate for more oxygen as your body readied to run. He stayed in the doorway, the space between you both too much and not enough all at once. Your eyes traveled up and down him, clad once again in his armor. There was no softness. Nothing you could cling to anymore. Breathe, you reminded yourself.

“Hey.” You tried to smile at him but your mouth refused.

“Just wanted to check on you.” He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck, eyes roving around the room.

“I’m good.” You watched him, trying to read his every move, but there was nothing. No hints of what he was feeling or, worse, what he was thinking. Breathe. “You?”

“Yeah.” That sideways smile flickered over his face for an instant and then it was gone. “Good as new.”

Silence settled between you, almost as suffocating as the cavern. Breathe.

“So we made it.” Fives finally spoke, his look finally finding yours.

“Yeah,” you shifted under his stare. Breathe.

Fives opened his mouth, but a long beep cut him off. He looked down at the comm on his wrist and groaned.

“I gotta take this.”

“Of course.” You nodded, flashing him a smile that you imagined probably looked more like a grimace.

He nodded before he vanished, ducking out of the door quicker than he had appeared. You dropped back into the cot with a groan. You suddenly wanted to crawl back into the hyperbaric chamber and slip back into the abyss.

Instead, the cruiser made it to Coruscant, and you were able to busy yourself with work. As soon as the landing ship let you out and onto the base, you threw yourself into the medical supplies. You sorted and restocked for hours, ignoring Rex and then Coric when they each tried to stop you in turn.

You were kneeling on the ground, restocking one of the med kits that the clones kept in their barracks, when the lid snapped shut, nearly catching your fingers as it came down.

You glared upwards to find Jesse grinning down at you. Kix stood beside him, arms crossed.

“You‘re coming out.” Kix’s tone was stern. It was the tone he usually reserved for delivering bad medical news. “Doctor’s orders.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jesse quickly cut you off.

“Come on,” Jesse nodded towards the door. “We’re all going to 79’s, and we’re not taking no for an answer.”

“Sorry, no is the only answer I’ve got.” You reached to flip the lid back open on the kit, but Kix’s boot beat you to the top, sealing it shut with his weight.

“Just come before we have to unleash more cruel tactics.” Jesse quipped.

“You mean the two of you get more annoying?” You glared at them, but there was no bite behind it.

They glanced at each other and grinned. They had won, and they knew it.

79’s was crowded. Your head throbbed with the bass, remnants of the concussion that you and Kix had a mutual, unspoken agreement to ignore tonight. But it was proving harder than you had hoped. Beyond the music and the flashing lights, the men you came with weren’t helping, despite your affection for their enthusiasm. They all crowded you and Fives into a back booth where they were whooping and hollering at a near-constant rate. Each soldier took turns slapping you on the back and offering to buy you a drink. You smiled at every one of them in turn and thanked them, but you stuck to sipping on water.

You had decided to be sober tonight for a few reasons. The concussion was one of them. The other was across the table, Echo’s arm slung over his shoulder. Echo, who had refused to let Fives stray more than arm’s reach away from him, told the story of how he had been able to triangulate your location based on the maps from the mission briefing and, when he saw the rock wall, knew what had happened. It had taken General Skywalker thirty minutes to get the equipment to the mountainside, and the hot-headed Jedi had apparently fumed the entire time. Then, when the droids moved the rocks from the cave entrance, they were able to pull you out and from the brink of death.

You tried your best to smile at Echo while he recounted. It was proving hard, though, because you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at Fives. To your left, Hardcase leaned across you to whisper to Jesse and Coric.

“We need to get him laid.” He giggled conspiratorially as he glanced at the ARC and then back to his brothers.

“We need to get them both laid.” Jesse elbowed you.

“Nothing like ‘I’m still alive’ sex.” Coric nodded firmly.

Jesse raised a glass.

“I’ll toast to that!” He smirked, and Hardcase joined them.

The drink sloshed out of their glasses and down the front of your jumpsuit. As it darkened, you remembered the blood. Suddenly nauseous, you jumped from your seat. The clones stared up at you with wide apologetic eyes. Then they all spoke at once.

“Kriff,” Hardcase swore as he tried to signal a droid for a towel.

“Here,” Jesse grabbed for all the napkins he could reach on the table.

“Sorry, sorry!” Coric apologized.

“It’s fine.” You pushed Jesse’s hands away as he tried to dab up the liquid. You turned to Hardcase and nodded to him to let you out of the booth.

He quickly jumped up, still profusely swearing inbetween sincere apologies. You brushed him off as you made for the fresher.

Quickly, you found a hand dryer to dry off your clothes. You glanced in the mirror to inspect the outfit. It was an old jumpsuit you wouldn’t miss if whatever acrid liquor they were drinking wouldn’t come out of it. It wasn’t the stain that caught your eye, though. Instead, you were caught off guard by the sour look on your face. No wonder they were trying to cheer you up, you thought. You didn’t look like someone who had just survived a near-death experience. You looked like someone who had just been sentenced to death.

You sighed. Tonight was a lost cause. You should sneak out now, you decided, and comm Jesse and Kix with an apology later. Coric and Hardcase, too, probably. Tomorrow would be a better day. You just needed time.

You left the fresher, a sense of hope creeping in for the first time in hours. It fled the moment you stepped back into the bar.

“Hey, I was coming to look for you.”

You stared slackjawed at Fives. He had somehow managed to escape Echo’s grip and was waiting outside the fresher. Clad only in armor from the waist down, and his compression top rolled up to reveal his forearms, he looked even more handsome than usual in the muted, neon light. A sheepish grin danced on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat, and you cursed yourself. Even after everything, you couldn’t shake how you felt.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but a different voice boomed over the music, calling out both of your names.

“What are you two doing back here?” Hardcase sprung on you and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“We were just saying we need to get you two laid!” Hardcase wrapped his other arm around Fives, pulling you both into him. “Nothing like ‘We’re still alive’ sex!”

“Not as good as ‘We’re going to die’ sex.” Fives let out a half-laugh as his eyes slid around Hardcase to meet yours.

You choked.

You had to leave now. You would have to transfer. Quit. Go AWOL. You didn’t know what you were going to do, but right now, you needed to leave this bar.

“I’ll see you guys at the table.” You said as you slipped out from under Hardcase’s arm.

You scurried through the club, skirting the bar and dashing for the door, desperately avoiding the eyes of any well-meaning clones that stepped out of your way, afraid you might find a pair that would try to stop your flight.

The cool, Coruscant night air filled your lungs as you gasped, your body still seeking more oxygen. You wondered if that feeling would ever go away. As you tried to catch your breath, you glanced around. The platform outside the club was empty, and there was no air taxi in sight. You sighed and dialed a comm. Then you heard your name.

“Are you running away?”

The voice was unmistakable. It might haunt you for the rest of your life. You closed your eyes, trapping the tears that suddenly welled up behind your eyelids.

“Just leave me alone, Fives.”

He called your name again. His voice was closer this time. Then you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder. You stepped away from his grasp before you spun to face him.

In the wide open platform, Fives looked small for the first time you could remember. His chest was rising and falling quickly like he had run out to catch you. You would have to transfer, you decided at that moment. There was no other way out of this. For either of you.

“Why did you run away?”

“Because this isn’t a joke, Fives.” You snapped at him as you took another step backward. You turned your gaze towards the city skyline as the next words spilled out of you before you could stop them. “That wasn’t We’re-going-to-die sex for me. I have feelings for you. I spent a long time ignoring it, but now, I can’t anymore, and I… I don’t know what to do.”

“How long have you had feelings for me?”

“Since I joined the 501st.” You sighed, still not looking at him. “What does it matter?”

“You really have feelings for me?” He asked.

“Is that your only takeaway here?” You could have screamed in frustration, but instead, your tone was quiet and defeated.

“It’s the only one I need.”

You let yourself look back at Fives just as he broke into a wide grin. Before you could ask what he meant, Fives reached out and wrapped a hand around your wrist. He tugged you to him, pulling you back into your arms. You barely had a moment to be shocked before he kissed you.

There was nothing hurried about this kiss. When his full lips met yours, he moved against you slowly and sensually. His hand found the back of your head again, and he tilted you up to him as he parted your lips and met your tongue with slow, languid licks. He moved to you cheek and then your jawline where he trailed along with soft, sweet kisses until he found your ear.

“I’m sorry I joked.” He whispered against your skin. “I’ve loved you for a long time, and I thought I’d messed it all up. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I love you too, Fives.” You were breathless as you whispered back.

You barely had time to notice that it was a different kind of breathless, one of excess rather than deficit. You threw your arms around his shoulders as you found his lips once more. Instead of death waiting at the end of the kiss, it was the rest of your life.

By the time you got to your apartment, your jumpsuit was half unzipped, and lipstick was smeared across Fives’ face. Neither of you cared as you stumbled through the doorway and into the bedroom.

You tugged at your zipper, desperate to strip the fabric from your body. When you finally freed yourself and let it pool on the ground around your ankles, you realized Fives wasn’t wrapped around you anymore. You spun, only to find him watching you from the doorway. A soft smile played on his lips. Peace settled across his brow. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hurry up, get your armor off and kriff me already.” You teased as you sat on the bed, patting the mattress next to you.

He chuckled as he stepped towards you. Then he paused, bending down to remove one of his shin plates and then the other. He moved slowly, like a man with all the time in the world. You felt excitement pulsing through you as you waited. Anticipation had every cell in your body vibrating as you waited for his touch.

Finally, stripped down to his body suit, he crossed the room in two strides until he towered over you. You felt your mouth fall open just a little as you looked up at him.

“No,” He brought a knuckle to your chin, winking as he closed your mouth. “This time, I’m going to take my time with you.”

He dropped the knuckle to your chest and pushed you over with one gentle finger. You fell softly back into the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. Staring up at your ceiling, you didn’t have time to wonder at his plan before you felt two strong palms pushing your knees apart. You looked down to see Fives fall to his knees next to the bed. A hungry look danced in his eye. His fingers wrapped around the elastic of your underwear, and you lifted up your rear enough for him to strip your panties from you. Your head fell back as you exhaled.

Fives’ lips began to ghost over your legs. The breath that skated across your body seemed to steal the one on your lips. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin as he moved up from your knees to your inner thighs. You shivered, and your hips started to wiggle as you ached for his touch where you needed it most.

“Patience, mesh’la.” Fives whispered, his words hovering above your throbbing core.

Finally, his tongue met your center as he licked one long stripe along your lower lips. You let out a desperate moan at the attention. Your eyes fell to meet his just as he chuckled at your reaction. He flashed a smile at you before he turned back to the sight before him. He began to trace long, slow circles around your entrance, making you clench around the emptiness. His nose grazed over your clit, sending a shudder through your body and pulling another moan from your lips. Satisfied with the withering mess you had become from his teasing, Fives sunk his tongue into you. He began to lick and suck in a frenzy, groaning as he tasted you. His attention worked you quickly to the brink. He sank two fingers into your slick entrance, curling them until you cried out and came, spasming around him.

When the raptureous swell subsided, you lifted yourself up to your elbows to be greeted by Fives stripping his compression suit from his body. Finally naked, he grinned down at you with your arousal still shining in his facial hair. In an unspoken agreement, you both paused, taking the time to admire the other person. Time you didn’t get before. Muscled, broad, and covered in scattered scars and tattoos, you’d seen Fives without his shirt before. Even before your moment in the cave, you’d personally patched up more than a few of those wounds. But that didn’t stop him from taking your breath away now. Your eyes skated over his bronze form before falling to his erect, hardened length. He was weeping, having teased himself as much as he teased you. You looked back up to meet Fives’ eyes. His gaze met yours. They were shining.

“Now, will you kriff me already?” You smirked at him.

“I can’t wait another second.” He rasped.

You moved up to find the head of the bed as he clambered next to you. He moved over you in the next motion, caging you into the mattress. His honey eyes bored into yours for a moment before he leaned down and captured you in another kiss. You met his lips with a fury, tasting yourself on his tongue. You sighed into his mouth as you felt him slot against your entrance. Slowly, he sank into you, the stretch just as overwhelming as before. Your breath hitched in your throat, and Fives paused. He pulled away, watching your face as he slid back out from you before sinking in again. He continued in slow and measured movements, thrusting in and out until he was pulling moans from you with every roll of his hips. Your hand wrapped around his neck and found purchase in his curls as you looked for anything to hold on to. His breath became heavy and thick in your ear as he muttered praises.

“You feel so good.” He groaned. “My good girl. You- you have no idea... Wanted this so badly.”

His words made you clench around him, and he swore at the vice grip of your warmth. He began to move with a fury, and one hand fell to where your bodies met and found your sensitive nub. He began to draw slow circles around your swollen mound. Your arms fell to the sheets, digging into the fabric at the sensation, still overstimulated from his earlier attentions. You angled your hips up, meeting every thrust of his with one of your own. The new angle let him sink even further into you, bringing new depths of ecstasy. His circles around your clit quickened.

You began to shake as Fives brought you to the edge. Then, with a cry of his name, you stiffened as another orgasm washed over you. He returned your cry with one of his own as he finished inside you. He collapsed into your neck as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.

Fives rolled over, pulling you with him. You curled up, laying your head on his chest. You felt the thudding pulse of his heart against your ear. Without thinking, you raised a hand to his chest and began to tap one finger along with the beat. Lub, dub. Lub, dub. A tiny snort met your ears. You raised your eyes up to meet Fives’ bright stare.

“What are you doing, mesh’la?” He smiled down at you, the old nickname ringing with a different meaning now.

“It… I just needed to feel it. Hear it.” You breathed in rhythm with its gentle drumming. “I needed to know it was still beating.”

“It is.” Fives captured your hand in his and pressed to his chest. “For you. Always for you.”

You looked up at him with glassy eyes. He kissed your forehead before he leaned back into the pillow. As sleep took you, you listened to the cadence of his heartbeat with a smile on your lips.

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fett-djarin · 2 years

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More Than a Friend

I am incapable of writing porn without feelings. This also has a flimsy excuse of a plot but !! who cares. I’m sorry i havent posted in awhile, I’ve been dealing with a severe lack of motivation and im moving in less than a month! ANYWAY

ARC Trooper Fives x f!Reader - Crossposted on AO3!

Length: 2.6k

Rating: 18+

Warnings/Tags: near death experience (not described), friends to lovers, SMUT, oral (f receiving), grinding, PiV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cowgirl/riding, dirty talk, Fives is a babbler, praise?, discussion of Feelings; please let me know if I missed anything!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You hadn’t really been thinking when you kissed Fives. Well, what you had been thinking was: Oh shit, we lived. I’m alive. We’re alive–and the relief coursing through you had you turning to your friend and grabbing his cheeks and pulling him down to meet your lips.

Fives froze for a second, completely stunned, before he snapped out of it and met you with equal energy. His lips molded to yours, surprisingly soft. A low groan rumbled from his chest as his hands settled on your hips, sliding around to your lower back to pull you closer. Your fingers wound into his curls–

A loud cough off to the left popped the little bubble you were in. You broke apart with a gasp, heads whipping to the side in wide-eyed shock. Echo was standing there, arms crossed. His bucket was still on, but you could feel the raised-brow look of are you done? through the visor. Hardcase nudged Jesse, their shoulders shaking. Heat rushed to your face, and you looked back at Fives.

He was watching you, a little grin pulling at his lips. He was still holding you. His hands were so warm. “Later?” he offered, and the offer made your heart skip.

“Later,” you agreed, slightly breathless. Fives winked at you, and then let you go with deliberate slowness, hands trailing over your waist.

Later ended up being much later thanks to the injuries, mission report, and debriefing. Being a medic, you were on the medical transport, so you didn’t even get the chance to talk to Fives on the trip back to Coruscant, and with the influx of injured troopers, you were kept busy. It had also given you plenty of time to cool off and let the embarrassment set in. You wanted to slap yourself. It had been a heat of the moment thing, adrenaline rushing through you, you weren’t thinking, and you kissed one of your closest friends. If you were being honest with yourself, he was really handsome. That didn’t help.

You exited the medbay, pinching the bridge of your nose with a heavy sigh. Did you really do that? Did you just fuck up your friendship? Are things going to be awkward now? What if he–the call of your name cut off your racing thoughts.

Fives had found you.

“Hey,” he said, falling into step beside you. He was still in his full kit, helmet tucked in his elbow.

“Hi,” you said, bumping his arm. Then it fell quiet for an awkwardly long pause before you both spoke at once–

“Did you want to–”

“So about earlier–”

He stopped, motioning for you to go ahead. You took a deep breath, quieting your racing mind, and decided to rip the bandaid off. “I’m sorry about earlier–I wasn’t thinking and I overstepped, I shouldn’t have…if I made you uncomfortable…” you trailed off at the expression on Fives’ face. He had become closed off, and looked a little sheepish. “What?” you asked.

“I was actually going to ask if you wanted to pick up where we left off,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “But if you don’t, no hard feelings, I don’t want you to feel–”

You kissed him again, cutting him off. You felt him smile against your mouth before you parted. “Wanna go back to my apartment?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Fuck yeah.”

You stumbled up to your door, giggling as Fives nipped at your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist and he was practically draped over your back as you tried to input the code. He had been teasing you relentlessly on the air taxi ride to your complex, much to the annoyance of the driver, and now your clothes felt too tight and your fingers fumbled on the keys.

Finally the door slid open, and you tugged him inside. He put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you for a second. You looked at him concerned, about to ask if he was okay, but then he spoke. “Before we go further with this, I wanted to ask what this is. Is this a casual thing, or were you thinking something more…?” he waved his hands vaguely.

Your brow furrowed. “Regulation doesn’t allow relationships,” you said. As much as you would like one, you couldn’t put him in danger like that. You would be kicked from service, and he would be decommissioned.

Fives shrugged. “Since when have I been concerned with sticking to the rules?”

You chewed on your lower lip. “You would…risk it? For me?”

“Yes,” he said quickly. “I don’t get to make decisions about a lot of what goes on in my life. So, given the chance, I’m willing to take it. You’re also kriffin’ beautiful, and truth be told, I’ve thought about it before.”

“Fives,” you said, voice wobbling. If he made you cry right before you had sex….

Then he smiled at you, brushing his thumb across your lower lip. Your tongue darted out, tasting the salt of his skin, and his eyes darkened. Then he moved so fast you squeaked as you found yourself lifted in the air, legs wrapping around his waist while he supported you with his hands under your thighs. You moaned into his mouth as his codpiece pressed just right against your core.

“Bedroom?” he mumbled.

“Down the hall on the right,” you said, breath hitching in a whine as he encouraged you to grind down against him. He kissed you again, licking at the seam of your lips, and you opened for him. He was good with his tongue, and your mind presented you with the image of him between your legs, making you writhe and moan and shudder as he showed you just how good he was.

He set you down on your bed and stepped back, starting to take his armor off piece by piece. You followed his lead, sitting up and stripping off your uniform. Your uniform was a lot less complicated than his, so you took the opportunity to lounge back and admire. Fives was down to his briefs and stacked the pieces of his armor neatly, then glanced over at you and smirked at finding you staring.

“See something you like?”

You worried your bottom lip with your teeth. “I do.”

“I do too,” he winked, coming back to the bed and spreading your thighs with his broad palms. Your legs fell open willingly, and he groaned at seeing the glisten of your arousal. “Can I taste you?” He glanced between your eyes and your pussy and you felt a bolt of arousal shoot straight to your core as his tongue wet his lips.

You nodded. Fives bent forward, kissing the meat of your inner thigh. His calloused palms caressed your calf, guiding it to rest over his shoulder. A shiver wracked your body as his breath ghosted over where you were desperate and dripping for him.

"Shit, baby, you're so wet. All for me?" He teased you, but the look in his eyes was hungry. You threaded your fingers through his hair and he glanced up. "You can pull if you want. Don't worry, I like it," he said, and before you could answer that, his dexterous tongue licked a firm stripe up through your folds. Your head tipped back and he moaned at your taste.

Arousal pooled at your core with each swipe of his tongue. Your grip in his hair tightened when he circled your clit, teasing it with just the tip of his tongue before sucking lightly on the little bud. His rumbling, self-satisfied chuckle caused a delicious vibration that made you squirm, and he quickly banded one arm over your hips so you didn't buck him off.

"Taste so fuckin' good, baby, I could drown in this sweet pussy–" he mumbled. His tongue teased your entrance, lapping up your arousal before pushing inside. The feeling of him fucking you with his tongue and the vibrations of his moans against you pulled a high keen from your throat, and you might have been embarrassed if he wasn't making you feel so fucking good right now.

"Fives," you moaned, tugging on his hair, grinding shamelessly against his face. "Fives, I'm gonna cum–"

"Mmm, good," he said, then he did something that absolutely blinded you. He shifted the arm across your hips so his hand splayed over your mound, thumb dipping down to pull the hood of your clit up. The slick muscle of his tongue pressed right up under it before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked while simultaneously massaging it with his tongue. The hand previously on your thigh shifted around to grab a handful of your ass, practically dragging you forward onto his face.

Fives held you tight as that coil inside you snapped. You cried out loudly as your cunt spasmed and Fives dipped back down to feel you clench around his tongue and taste the flood of your arousal, thumb now rubbing circles on your oversensitive bundle of nerves to prolong your orgasm. You shuddered and moaned through the aftershocks, thighs trying to close around his head and you didn't know whether to use your grip in his hair to hold him to you or shove him away, but he just pulled you closer. His tongue stroked through your soaked folds slowly, gently as you came down. Your chest heaved and Fives placed one last deceptively-chaste kiss to your clit, making you jerk from overstimulation.

His pupils were blown wide, turning the deep brown of his irises almost black. His chin and goatee were shiny with your release. "Come here," you urged, voice shaky, and Fives crawled up your body so you could pull him down for a kiss. You moaned, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You dragged a hand down his firm chest to palm the hard outline of his cock. He hissed into your mouth when you stroked him through the fabric of his briefs.

"You want more?" He asked, then groaned, forehead falling to your shoulder as your hand dipped beneath the waistband to feel him skin-to-skin. The warmth of arousal flared in your core feeling the pearls of precum leaking from his tip. He was so hard, practically throbbing at your touch.

"Fuck me," you whispered in his ear. He shuddered above you, hips twitching into your hand. "Please, Fives."

"I'd be an idiot to say no to that," he said. Fives rolled the both of you, holding on to your hips to anchor you to him, now seated on his lap. The bulge of his cock pressing against your cunt made your breath catch. “Want you to ride me, gorgeous.”

The rough timbre of his voice had a slip of wetness pooling at your entrance, and you shivered. “Fuck. Fuck, okay,” you agreed. You shifted up on your thighs enough to worm your hand down your bodies. The fabric of his briefs was the last barrier between you. Fives lifted his hips just enough to help shove them down and off his legs, finally leaving him bare.

Oh, this was so much better. You hummed as you settled your weight on him, dragging the slick seam of your pussy over the hot skin of his cock. Each roll of your hips became easier, turning into a smooth glide as you dripped onto him, spreading your arousal up and down the underside of his shaft. The head of his cock nudged your clit with each pass, then he was hitching your hips forward and you reached down to angle him just right to slot against your entrance–

Simultaneous moans filled the air as you sank down on him. Fuck he was thick, stretching your walls in the best way. His hands smoothed up and down your sides, feeling each curve of your body, the softness of your skin. “There you go,” he encouraged, squeezing your hips, “just like that.”

Your breathing was harsh when your hips met his. You were so full, and he was so deep inside you, brushing against that toe-curling spot on your walls. The first tentative rock of your hips was electrifying and had you planting your hands on his chest to ground yourself. Fives murmured small praises and dirty whispers all the while, guiding your rhythm as you lifted off him before grinding back down. Fucking beautiful, feel so good, keep going, baby, fuck–

Every downstroke pressed his pubic bone against your clit, and of course Fives noticed how you lingered there for a second–his smirk should have warned you–then he was pulling you down further, holding you impaled on his length and grinding up, hitting your g-spot and putting more pressure on your clit all at once. The intense wave of pleasure wrenched a loud, surprised moan out of your mouth and you clenched around him.

“Fives,” you cried, head falling back. Your nails dug into his skin and he laughed breathlessly, doing it again. If you had been steadily building up to your orgasm before, now it was a full-on sprint. Fives planted his feet and began thrusting up into you, meeting you halfway as you came down, and it was over. Each snap of his hips against yours forced high whines and moans from you and your walls fluttered around him. You weren’t even lifting yourself anymore, overwhelmed by sensation–his strong hands supported you and lifted you up before tugging you back onto his cock with each sharp thrust.

“C’mon, baby, cum on my cock,” he ground out. “You’re squeezing me so tight–fuck, you get so wet when you’re about to cum, huh? Right there, let go for me–” He was right, the wet slap of skin-on-skin punctuating each thrust, your arousal making a mess of your thighs and dripping down his balls. His stream of praise and begging you to cum made you hot, and you were so fucking full, too full, too good–

You sobbed out as the building pleasure tightening in your core reached its breaking point and burst. Your orgasm hit you like a high wave on a windy day, toppling you over and dragging you down, down, down, awash in pleasure. You nearly doubled over as your muscles spasmed, cunt squeezing tight around his thick length with each pulse. Fives pulled you down to rest flat on his chest, head tucked under his chin as he slowed his thrusts, keeping you riding that high without tipping you into painful overstimulation. Judging by the way his breathing was ragged, he was close, too.

“In me,” you begged, turning your head so you could nuzzle his throat. Your teeth grazed his pulse point lightly and he moaned, hips stuttering. “Cum in me, Fives.” His arms tightened around you, crushing you to him as he let out a deep, wordless groan, his cock throbbing as he spilled his release deep in your pussy.

Fives’ hands rubbed soothing motions over your back as your breathing slowed. He was content to let you lay on top of him as long as you wanted. His lips pressed into your hair in a soft kiss.

“Fives,” you began quietly, and the motions paused. You could feel him watching you curiously. “Were you…serious before? You’d want something more with me?”

“Yes,” he answered with no hesitation. “I’ve thought about it. About you. As a friend, and as more than a friend. I didn’t act on it because I didn’t know if you felt the same. But then earlier…” when we both nearly died was left unspoken, and you felt him shrug under you. “I knew you did. So if you’ll have me….”

You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could look into his eyes. You’d been scared to put him in danger, but he was in danger every day regardless. And if he was unafraid…you would be unafraid with him. “Of course.” You leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. “I’m yours.”

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ladynaberrie · 9 months

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the dress I sink in / will be exquisite

Pairing: Fives x Senatorial Aide!reader

WC: 0.5k

Rating: T

You try on a dress for a Senate event. Fives watches and wishes.

A/N: just wanted to write about Fives x Senate aide reader,,, they've been haunting my brain as much as Kix x Translator lmao (if anyone wants to see the dress lmk because its on tiktok haha)

Warnings: vague references to afab body, sfw but mdni pls <3

“Do you like it?” you say shyly, turning to look at Fives. You lift your arms as you twist, causing the fabric to ripple behind you.

Fives stiffens on your bed, his gloved hands gripping his thighs in a way that would certainly be painful if not for the plastoid.

You had just brought home the tailored gown you would be wearing to a senate event next week. As an aide, there were few mandatory social events you had to attend, so you liked to dress your best when you did.

The gown was a silverly color, with a high neckline that flowed into a thin cape behind you. There was a horizontal slit above your bust and larger vertical slits at your waist. It certainly shows more scandalous parts of your skin than your day-to-day outfits.

You had been nervous when trying it on, unsure of how it sat on your frame, but Bail hadn’t even looked up from his datapad when he reminded you that it would be tailored to fit you perfectly.

There were times when serving as one of his aides was, well, stressful.

But he was a decent boss, and there were funds in the Alderaan senatorial budget to make sure their aides and assistants were well-dressed when it came to these things. You couldn’t imagine paying for such an exquisite gown out of your own pocket.

But from the way Fives is staring at you, mouth open in awe, it seems to have been worth it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you speechless.” You turn back to face the mirror, hands smoothing over the skirt.

You see Fives' face heat up in the reflection; it’s endearing. You feel like it's rare you make him this flustered. (Now, he would 100% disagree given the fact that he says the most outlandish things when he's alone with you. But you never seem to notice, too enchanted by the handsome trooper to notice his sputtering.)

Fives shakes his head slightly, trademark smirk fixing itself on his face.

“That’s because you didn’t know me when we first met.” He walks up behind you, gloved hands gently running over the exposed skin at your waist. You shiver a little, heartbeat picking up at the soft touch.

“You look….” Fives trails off, as if searching for the right word. (He knows he won’t find it. No word in any language could encapsulate how perfect you look).

You turn in his grasp, reaching to loop your arms loosely around his neck.

“Well, I wish you could be there,” you say, your quiet voice full of longing. He squeezes your waist, thumbs stroking you in a comforting manner.

“If we’re docked, and they let me in, I’ll be there,” he promises, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And if they don’t, I promise you I will be waiting outside to escort you back here. So I can help you out of this.” You laugh as he cheekily slides his thumbs just under the fabric that rests at your hips.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.” You rest your head on his shoulder, pretending the two of you were elsewhere. “But for now, will you dance with me?”

“Always.”

#fives x reader #fives x you #tcw x reader #tcw x you #clone trooper fives x reader #ct 5555 x reader #clone trooper fives x you #ct 55555 x you #lol did this in like 20 mins because i saw a senator inspired dress on tiktok sdfds

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kamino-blues · 2 years

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Seeing Space for the First Time (Fives x Reader)

As someone who had never left Coruscant, the idea of seeing space was a mere daydream. But after meeting Fives and completing medical school, it became reality.

Rating: Pg

Warnings: none

Word Count: 545

Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now! I wanted to write it out, but it never got past the bullet point stage. Instead of letting it rot, I figured I'll post what I have at this point and maybe write it out in the future. Enjoy!

You had met Fives on Coruscant, you working with the Republic as a medical student

He had been injured in a previous battle, and you were shadowing a doctor as he was getting fixed up

Fives had sent you a slight smirk as he caught you watching

He was the last patient of the night, and he had approached you to ask if you wanted to go to 79’s with him

You accepted, and you hit it off right away

From that point on, every time he was on Coruscant he automatically tried to find you when he could

He even had a few times where he tried to convince his brothers to give him a small injury so he could be treated by you (obviously that didn’t happen)

After a year of knowing him, you graduated medical school and were told you were going to be assigned to a battalion to help in the war

Now at this news both you and Fives were terrified, if you were assigned to someone other than the 501st, then there could be a big chance that you would barely see each other

So he did what he had to, and pulled some strings to get you to be assigned to the 501st

Aka he bothered Rex until he broke and he requested for you to join their ranks

At this point in your life you had never left Coruscant, so going to other planets absolutely blew your mind

You hadn’t even considered what the ship was going to be like

So being amazed by the shuttle taking you to the attack cruiser you would be on probably was a sign that your mind was going to be blown

Fives had managed to sneak away from his brothers to be with you, and he was trying so hard to not laugh at how amazed you were

He was so used to space and space travel that seeing you act like this was just humorous

You had grabbed his hand, rambling about how excited you were about all of this

And when you saw the attack cruiser, oh boy, your mind was blown

You had seen pictures of these cruisers, but you didn’t realize how insanely big they are

So therefore Fives declared that he would give you a tour (even though he needed to report to Rex in an hour)

He had grabbed your hand, showing you around - first starting with his barracks and the mess hall)

You were near the front of the ship when it jumped to hyperspace

You saw the light flicker, then streak around all sides of the windows

Needless to say, you were mesmerized by the lights around you

You had pressed your hands against the glass, looking in every direction possible

Fives had a genuine smile on his face, his arms crossed as he watched you

He let you have a few minutes of staring out, then approached you

He placed an arm over your shoulders, teasing you about your reaction

You know he didn’t mean any harm, so you jokingly elbowed him in the side then leaned into him

You both stood there for many moments, losing track of time as you stared out into the vast expanse of space

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candyfloss5000 · 27 days

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I'm just gonna leave this here 🤗

"Do you think it hurt?" The question had been eating Wolffe alive, ever since he had deserted the Empire and realised what he did.

Rex turned to him, "Did what hurt, Wolffe?"

"The general..." Wolffe couldn't bring himself to say anymore, as he felt the bitter bile stir in his stomach.

"No," Rex tried to sound reassuring, tried to sound like everything will be alright when it ultimately won't and will never be, "I think it was quick, painless."

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merlincmgirl · 5 months

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Your Boys To The Rescue

Summary: You've somehow managed to get trapped in the refresher and it's up to your boys in the Torrent Company to come get you out.

Author's Note: So this is my first clone fic, and the first fic I've written in ages! I was heavily inspired by the tiktok (link below). Please be kind, I hope that I was able to capture everyone right. Can be seen as pre-relationship or platonic reader x torrent company.

Characters: Rex, Kix, Jesse, Fives, Hardcase, Tup, Dogma

Word count: 2020

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe12t8Sr/

You were mortified. Absolutely mortified. Hearing the voices on the other side of the door, arguing between themselves was not making you feel any better. You desperately wanted to disappear but there was no chance of that, not while the kriffing refresher door was stuck.

It was just your luck you decided to shower in the refresher attached to your office. The work you had been doing was still piled high on your desk, and you thought a nice warm shower would be just the thing to relax you and prepare you for the unending amount of flimsi you had to go through. It had been going so well until you realised that you had left your clean uniform in your office and went to go get it, only a towel wrapped around you. A simple, honest mistake that was now costing you because the door was jammed. It refused to open, no matter how many times you had tried.

That had been when Captain Rex had knocked on your office door, wishing to talk to you about some report that you had sent over to him. Your desperation to get out of the refresher outweighed your pride as you banged loudly on the metal door, begging him to help you out and find a way to open the door. He had tried everything to open the door by himself, but after trying everything he could, he had to call in reinforcements.

Now, you were leaning against the counter, towel covering your modesty as Torrent Company tried to either break down the door (Hardcase had swiftly received a slap off someone for that suggestion); or slice the mechanics/electrics of the door to at least slide it open to get you out of there. That suggestion was greatly preferred.

“Mesh’la, how you doing in there?” Rex called through the door. He sounded quite close to it and you shuffled forward so that he could hear you better over the small curses of his men and the sound of tools.

“I’m fine Captain, just… bit cold in here” you admitted, rubbing up and down your arms to try and bring some warmth into them. It had been about half an hour since you got out of the shower, and the cool metal of the room was not helping you at all.

“We’ll warm you up as soon as you as we get you out of here” Hardcase assured, followed swiftly by a cry of pain.

“Hardcase!”

“What?! It was a joke! Lighten up a little Dogma!” Hardcase complained, not sounding a bit sorry about what he said. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker, used to the clone’s brand of humour.

“Knock it off you two. How are we in getting this door open?” Rex rebuked, bringing them back on task.

“It’s not looking good. Looks like it might be a manual override” you heard Jesse admit quietly. Groaning at your misfortune, you began to pace up and down, as much as you could anyway in the tiny refresher. “Don’t worry, cyare, we’ll get you out of there soon” Jesse promised, not wanting to upset you even more.

“Boys, perhaps we should get a service droid in to fix it?” you suggested, leaning your head against the metal door. It was soothing and brought you out of your head a little.

“We’ve got this, cyar’ika! They teach us slicing in ARC training” Fives bragged, making his brothers groan and tell him to shut up.

“If that was the case, Rex would have been able to get me out. This rate, I’m going to have to give my briefings through the door dressed in a towel!” you complained, unable to help the little pout that pulled at your lips. It was the least you deserved, especially as you had a morning briefing with the Admiral and Generals.

“At least you’d look hot, cyar’ika!” Fives flirted with you, making you smile.

“Not helping Fives!” you chuckled, going back to pacing again.

There was a large creak before lots of cursing and cries of pain. “What happened?” you demanded, rushing to the door and trying to pry it open with your bare hands.

“These di’kuts pulled the wrong circuits and got shocked for their troubles!” a grumbled voice came from further away in your office. You knew that voice, even if it was the same as his millions’ of brothers. Kix was here. Rex must have called him when he had went to get the others.

“Your bedside manner needs work vod!” Jesse complained, shaking his head and going back to the door along with Fives and Hardcase.

“Rex! You called Kix? But I’m fine. I’m not hurt at all!” you argued with the Captain. Now there was even more people to witness your shame and embarrassment.

“Just a precaution, Mesh’la. You can’t be too careful” Rex answered, and you could already imagine the smirk on his face at that. You didn’t like to be checked over by the medics, especially if there were clones who were also injured. You would rather put them in front of you.

“Hey, I think we’ve got it. Stand away from the door ma’am” Tup soft voice warned you. It warmed your inside at how caring these boys was to you.

“Thanks Tup, but there’s not much room in here if it falls in” you informed him, standing as far back as you can.

“Oh wait a minute! I think that’s it!” Fives muttered, voice rising in excitement. By the force you hoped that they had finally got it.

“There’s a piece right there!” Hardcase pointed out, tinkling with the tools in his hand.

“You see that piece right there?” Dogma asked, leaning over his brothers’ shoulders to poke at it. Kix pulled him back before he could get sparked.

“Yeah, yeah, I see it. Hold on” Jesse grunted, trying to move around Hardcase to be able to fix it in place.

“Just hold it right there, no. Not there, di’kut, where I’m pointing! Tup keep the torch still!” Fives grumbled, as his brothers were not helping him at all. You sighed, it had been like this for half an hour, all of them sniping and snapping at each other.

“No, you have to pull it up to the side” Hardcase argued instead.

“I am keeping it still!” Tup added.

“Someone just get General Skywalker! I’m sure he’d be able to fix it in no time!” you begged, desperate to get out of the kriffing refresher and into bed to catch a few hours of sleep before you had to go back to work.

“Men!” Rex’s sharp voice cut through their argument. “Don’t worry mesh’la, I promise they’re nearly done. Just a few more minutes” Rex soothed, hearing how frazzled you were becoming with the situation.

Sighing heavily, you waited for the door to open. You loved these idiots, but god did you feel like killing them right now. They could have their arguments later, but all you wanted was to get out. You didn’t want to be stuck in a refresher all your life. There was plans on the horizon for your future, not dying in the refresher because of the kriffing door!

There was a loud twang and your heart leapt into your throat as you hoped it was the mechanism for the door. But still nothing happened. It kept stubbornly in it’s jam.

“I wouldn’t drive it in though” Dogma frowned, shaking his head at his brothers’ rough work with the delicate pieces of machinery.

“Shut up Dogma!” Jesse huffed back.

“He almost had it then!” Hardcase assured his brother, as the wire in front of them shifted back to where it wasn’t meant to be.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Don’t push it!”

“AHH FIVES! I said DON’T push it!” Jesse cried, as he almost had it again but it slipped through his fingers as Fives moved his screwdriver slightly.

“Well I thought you meant push it!” Fives complained, and you couldn’t help but laugh, burying your head into your hands. The vode always made you laugh, even in the direst of situations.

There was some rattling and without any resistance, the doors pulled apart, revealing the group of men by the door. Hardcase, Jesse, Fives and Dogma was squashed around the panel housing the controls. Tup standing behind them, torch in hand. Rex and Kix was standing in the doorway, both of them looking you over.

“Ooh!” you squeaked out, clutching onto your towel tighter.

Rex, realising that him and his men was getting a good look at you in your towel, quickly snapped out of his heated gaze and turned to address the men. “Eyes front and centre soldiers!” he barked out, making them snap to attention and face forward.

“Er… Captain… I’m still front and centre” you mumbled, heat rushing to your cheeks as Fives winked at you.

“Oh… right… sorry Mesh’la. Avert your eyes!” Rex ordered, voice wavering slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn that the Captain’s cheeks were becoming a little redder.

“Hey, cyar’ika, how are you feeling? Any shaking? Signs of hypothermia?” Kix asked, jumping straight into his medic role as he came over to scan you.

“How come he gets to look?” Hardcase complained, making you blush even more.

“Because I’m a medic, and a professional! You might want to look that up, vod!” Kix retorted, before turning back to you. “Anyway, are you experiencing any symptoms of dizziness, nausea?” Kix questioned, running an eye over you as you shivered slightly.

“I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy and tired… and hungry” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck abashedly.

“Hmm, we should get you sitting down and something to help warm you up” Kix nodded, turning to his commanding officer. Rex nodded, instructing Tup to go and get you something warm from the mess hall.

“Thank you guys, I don’t know what I would do without you” you bid the troopers behind Kix. Tup nodded swiftly and hurried out the room, the back of his neck colouring.

“Come sit down” Rex encouraged, hand coming over to your elbow to help guide you into your office and onto the couch that you had smuggled in with the men’s help last time that you were planet-side.

Rex and Kix helped you to sit down, Kix busying with making sure that you were okay and not hiding anything. “Honestly Kix, I’d tell you if I weren’t doing good. I’m just a bit cold, that’s all. I promise, nothing to worry about” you assured, not noticing the towel fall open on your thigh.

Rex coughed, making his men spin around, mumbling apologies and excuses not to look your way. “I think that’s enough gawking for one night. You’re dismissed” Rex stated, crossing his arms and standing in front of you, trying to block you from sight.

“Wait! Before you go, you’ll have to let me know how I can repay you for this” you called after them, resting your hand on Rex’s back to help push him gently to one side so you could see your rescuers.

“You can buy us a drink at 79’s if you really want” Jesse suggested, making you beam. That was an easy thing for you to do to repay them for their kindness and help.

“Done!” you agreed, before you remembered a conversation with General Kenobi last time you were on shore leave with the 212th. “Wait! I thought you got drinks free at 79s!” you frowned, as they were nearly out the door.

“Oh the beer we do. The cocktails… well that’s all on you now cyare” Fives teased, before pushing Dogma and Jesse out the door in front of him.

You gaped after their retreating forms. What had you just gotten yourself into?

“I hope you have a lot of money, ad’ika” Kix shook his head, finishing his checks on you and pulling the scanner down.

“Because they’re going to bleed you dry, Mesh’la” Rex chuckled wryly, amused at your surprised at being played by his men.

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roam-rs · 19 days

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Fives x Fem!Reader

NSFW Ahead Minors DNI 18+!!!

A/N: To all the girls who wish they lost their virginity to a clone trooper - this one’s for us.

Tags/Warnings: Loss of virginity, Best Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Gambling, Lil bit of angst, Fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F! Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Slow burn (technically), Love Confessions, Happy Ending!!

Summary: Since the moment you were transferred to the 501’st as a Civ Medic you and Fives gravitated towards each other and over many months of friendship you can’t help but slowly fall for the charming ARC Trooper. The tension only increases when he finds out just how inexperienced you are.

Word Count: 9.8k

(For clarification, the italics are flashbacks)

The data pad read ‘Order for Civilian Medic Transfer’, which is really just a nicer way of saying ‘You can’t do anything about this, so just accept it and suffer’.

You had no choice when you were inevitably rotated between legions, untethered. Your newest order was to the 501st, and you find yourself standing in an empty Medbay; it’s quiet. Too quiet. You’ve either been fortunately assigned to a legion that didn’t see much action, if that were even possible, or you were stood in the eye of a hurricane.

Your eyes are caught on the tattoo across the scalp of the head medic, ‘A good droid is a dead one’ and you suppress a smile at the sentiment. It’s why you were needed - clones weren’t fond of droids, even those programmed for medical purposes.

“New?” The clone asks, eyes focused on a datapad. You weren’t, not by any means, you had been rotated countless times over the duration of the clone wars. But, you already begin preparing yourself for the usual gruff demeanour that often greeted you, although you were better than a droid, to many clones you were still just a ‘Civ’, despite the many sleepless nights of studying and GAR medical training.

“No, sir, transferred from the 104th.” You keep your words short, formal, but the clone medic’s eyes light up in recognition.

“Under Commander Wolffe?” He asks, a hint of surprise in his tone as he actually looks away from the datapad.

“Briefly,” you admit, recalling how just a few days before the commander in question practically growled at you when you had to check his eye. You lasted a week there. “I was with the 212th before that.”

The head medic eyes you with a curious look, waiting for you to elaborate, so you continued, “Typically Civ medics are just seen as temporary by the head medic, until a clone medic becomes available.” You explain, perhaps a bit too fast. How many times could you fit the word medic in that sentence? You internally groan, but he gives a small hum of acknowledgement, whether it was in agreement or disagreement of your statement, his face didn’t betray him either way.

“Go get yourself settled, and then report back here in an hour.” He says with a slight sigh, passing you the datapad, a blinking spot on the screen indicating where your bunk is - at least this time you weren’t in the shared barracks. “We’ve only just got back from being planetside on Coruscant for a week.” Ah, that answers the question of why it had been so quiet then.

“Thank you, sir.” You nod, picking up your small pack of personal belongings, it wasn’t much, but it was the only anchor you had when you were transferred around so often.

“Kix is fine.” He nods, giving you a genuine smile. “Welcome to the 501st.”

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The small room is thrumming with energy that’s been ignited from an evening of drinking following a particularly rough mission for the men. Contraband in the form of amber liquid that burns your throat and fuels bad decisions, is grouped together on a small crate you’ve been using as a makeshift table for the evening.

You’re currently sitting on the floor, leaning against a crate next to Fives as he divulges details to you about their most recent mission. Details that you probably aren’t supposed to know, but he tells you anyways, because ‘what are friends for if not to impress’, he had once told you with a sly wink.

You knew most of the other Civ workers in the GAR weren’t as close to the clones they served with as you were. In all of the legions you had been bounced around from, there was a clear divide between the small number of Civ members, compared to the clones. But in the 501’st, those theoretical lines were blurred, or probably didn’t exist at all, with how Fives’s arm settled around your shoulder. He always had been the most friendly out of his brothers.

Your attention is drawn away from the warm expression of your friend, and you groan as you catch Jesse and Hardcase standing side by side, comparing their lengths.

“Put it away, for the last time they’re all the same size!” You call out with a laugh, making Fives frown and whip around as he’s been interrupted from your conversation.

“Know from experience with clones?” Jesse sends you a drunken wink as his hands sloppily stuffs the offending body part back into his blacks.

“Medical experience with clones.” Your face almost hurts from smiling as you shake your head, before turning back to Fives. It’s faint and fleeting, but a look of annoyance crosses his features. You’re not awarded the opportunity to ask about it though, because he’s already delving into another over-exaggerated story of how he took out a whole group of droids on his own.

You wouldn’t really care if they all weren’t true, you just enjoyed hearing him talk. The man could make even the most boring senate conversations interesting, you’re sure of it. So you smile, hooked onto each of his words, cursing the way your heart beats too fast when he reaches out to push away some hair that's fallen from the usual tight bun you have to wear it in. His fingers graze the skin of your cheek, leaving a burning trail.

It’s a small gesture that doesn’t even break the rhythm of his conversation. The touches are natural, instinctive on his part. He’s always touching you - you know to him it means nothing more than that, but your tell-tale racing heart screams at you that you wish it did.

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Once you had returned from being settled in, Kix had directed you to some neatly stacked crates containing new medical supplies to restock the old ones. Your sluggish movements remind you just how little sleep you’d managed on the transport here from the 104th, your body was still aching from the hours spent laying on the durasteel floor between containers of explosives. Not the best sleep you’ve had, and surprisingly not the worst.

“Hey Kix, can you tell me if this looks infected?” A voice pulls you from your thoughts, alerting you to the attention of a topless clone trooper, something that no longer phased you given how many entirely naked clones you had treated. Upon seeing you, the clone goes from being relaxed to formal instantly, clearing his throat as he fumbled to get the top half of his blacks on.

“You,” he clears his throat, his voice now adopting the typical ‘trooper at attention’ tone as he pulls the clothing over his head, “Are not Kix.” His top blacks are on backwards, and he runs a finger along the collar which now presses uncomfortably to his flushed neck.

“No, I’m not.” You agree with him, suppressing a small smile at how he looks caught off guard, from his surprised expression you may as well be a battle droid standing in the medical bay.

“May I?” You gesture to his top, and he reluctantly removes it once more, taking a seat on a free bed. You see his issue, a common rash splaying across his shoulders from where his armour has been rubbing his skin through his blacks.

“You’re the new medic?” He sounds more nervous than you are, his jaw tensing when you run your fingers along the rash, checking for any signs of infection.

You give a small hum, confirming he’s correct as you step away. “And you are?”

“Echo. I, uh.. Wasn’t expecting a Civ?” They never do.

“Not infected, by the way, it’s just irritated.” You seek out a steroid cream, which you conveniently just restocked. “Here, use this twice a day, and keep the area as dry as possible.”

He gives you a short, formal nod before he redresses, correctly this time, and leaves the room with his face almost as red as his rash.

You’ve moved onto another crate when you catch the movement from the corner of your eye, somebody passing the door to the Medbay. You think nothing of it until you see the figure again, this time he slows slightly to glance inside the room.

He walks past a third time - and then a fourth.

On what would be the fifth time you poke your head out slightly to watch him walk almost to the end of the hallway, just to turn around and begin his lap back past the door. He stops in his tracks when he sees you looking curiously at him, but quickly recovers even though he’s been caught, and strides back towards you. You catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his temple, but it’s his grin, framed by neatly trimmed facial hair, that seems to distinguish him from other clone troopers you’ve come across. It’s cocky, confident, and warm. Especially warm when he takes hold of your hand and presses it to his lips in a greeting that makes it feel as though you’re trapped in a boiler room, overheating.

“I’m Fives, and you are?”

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You were settled between Echo and Fives, the three of you with empty cups waiting for the next round of the game. Each round you had to take a shot based on your answer to the question, which so far had ranged between ‘If you’ve been shot by a droid’ - which Rex groaned at, and ‘If you ever fucked a girl in the 79’s fresher’, which made several of the men cheer.

Your heart sinks a bit when Fives drinks at that one, recalling the night just over a month ago on Coruscant.

You had all been there together, his arm slung around your shoulder in the booth as you both laughed at some fleeting joke made by Jesse. You had grown closer, close enough to the point that he got teased relentlessly by his brothers for calling you his ‘best friend’ whilst under the influence of some strong pain medication in the Medbay.

You left to get some more drinks from the bar when Sinker approached you, a spark of recognition in his eyes. You were trying to focus on ordering the drinks, blushing as you attempted to turn down the Sergeant who was whispering over-sweetened things in your ear at how he wished you’d stayed with the 104th for longer.

You smiled in thanks when Echo came to help, claiming he saw that you may need help with carrying the drinks. You were grateful for the assistance, laughing with Echo under the usual volume of the crowd until you caught sight of your best friend, stumbling through the crowd towards the fresher, his hand intertwined with a beautiful Twi’lek girl.

You remember how Echo looked at you as he realised the reason behind your tightened jaw and hoarse voice when you excused yourself for some air. You couldn’t stand the sympathy in his eyes, the eyes that looked identical to those of your best friend, the man you were in love with.

So much for being unattached.

“It wasn’t that good.” Fives nudges your knee with his own, pulling you from your thoughts. A casual smirk plays on his lips and you’re about to laugh off the comment, ready to deflect the attention from your friend, when his twin interrupts you.

“Yeah, cause you couldn’t get it up!” Echo slurs as he leans against you, clutching his cup as some of the amber liquid sloshes down your chest before he apologises and wipes the stain above your breast with hazy eyes. Fives catches his brother's wrist, pushing it away from your chest lightly, and your mind races at Echo’s statement - Fives hadn’t slept with the Twi’Lek girl?

“Shut up, Vod.” Fives grumbles, his fingers tightening around his own cup as he looks away from the two of you. A blush, that must just be from a mix of alcohol and annoyance, creeps up to his face. Thankfully as most of these questions have been related to battle or women, you’ve barely drank, so you can at least try to be rational and push away thoughts that creep into your mind of how you think Fives would take you against the wall of a fresher stall. You can ignore the contemplation on if he would show restraint, or if he would make the walls shake.

“How about this - take a shot for how many people you’ve slept with,” Jesse calls out to the small group of you, an intoxicated grin on his face. Several hands reach for the last remaining bottle at once, ready to fill their cups, each of their owners immediately wanting to show off to the rest of the room's occupants.

“No!” Kix’s hand is the fastest to snatch the liquor away, holding it close to his chest plate. “We are not looking after you all in the Medbay with alcohol poisoning!” He gestures between you both, and Jesse bargains, coming to a compromise for 1 shot for every certain number, but the specifics of the round are drowned out by your own heartbeat.

Your body stills and you look down to your half full cup. It would be easy to drink, to lie to yourself and those around you. You don’t even have to drink more than once and yet you just continue to stare at your reflection in the liquid, it’s as if the cup were judging you.

“You know you’re supposed to at least drink once, right?” Fives whispers in your ear.

“Yeah, just got distracted trying to work out which of your brothers are definitely exaggerating,” You nod, taking a sip from the cup as you avoid his eyes that burn you more than any liquor ever could. You place the empty cup at your feet and lean your head against Echos, managing a small smile at how he’s snoring against your shoulder.

Fives gives a small hum of thought, finishing his own drink before placing the empty cup next to you, allowing his finger to linger on the rim for a moment. Your gaze is focused on the way the traces of liquor coat his fingertips, making the battle-calloused skin glisten. You close your eyes, trying to fend off the thoughts of how the whiskey tainted fingers would taste on your tongue, and the mental image of them coated in something sweeter than the alcohol.

“Remember the first time I dragged you here?” Fives’ amused tone forces your eyes open, his warm hand settling on your knee and he taps his fingers rhythmically, almost to the same beat as your unsteady heart.

It had been just over one standard month, one of your longest posts so far, and you were already finding yourself anxious that you could be transferred away at any moment. If you had told yourself just over a month ago that in your new assignment with the 501st that you would wake to two half-drunk troopers in your room, begging you to come play Sabbac with them, you would have diagnosed them with battle induced psychosis.

“Well, not with us-” Fives starts, rummaging around the small closet for something you could wear over your sleeping vest.

“For us.” Echo finishes, practically pulling you out of your bed with an eager nod as Fives approaches you with something in his hands.

“Hands up, sweetheart.” In your tired state, you obey thoughtlessly, allowing Fives to slip the sweatshirt over your head. His fingers trail down your sides, eliciting goosebumps across your skin as he pulls the heavy fabric down over you, and between the contact and his name for you, your heart skips a beat. It nearly stops when he winks before turning away to get your shoes.

Clone Troopers were often flirty, but over the last month, Fives seemed determined to earn the title of being the biggest flirt. Regardless which of his brothers got sick or minorly injured, he was always the one pulling them through the door and would then spend the entire time sweet talking you. Just last week, Rex had nearly concussed himself on a pipe and looked like he wanted to hit Fives who didn’t stop talking the whole time you examined the injury.

“And why do you need me to play for you? I’ve never even played before,” You swallow thickly, sliding your feet into the shoes as the twins guide you from your room, both of their hands on your back, ushering you down complex hallways that all look identical.

“Fives got caught cheating, so we both got banned,” Echo rolls his eyes, placing the blame on his brother, who begins telling you the rules of the game, which they are playing a slight variation of given that they only had items to bet, not credits. You had reluctantly allowed them to bring a full bottle of rather expensive vodka you had purchased last time you were on Coruscant.

“You did not wake up the new medic just to get her to play for you.” Jesse groans, and Rex begins apologising to you for his brothers, ready to scold them for waking you up, but you raise your hand to stop him.

“It’s no bother.” You shake your head, remembering Fives and Echo’s advice to act confident - so really you just had to ask yourself ‘What would Fives do?’

“You know how to play?” Kix asks, surprised by your sudden change in demeanour. He had been used to you keeping your head down in the Medbay, following orders, not showing up with a bottle of alcohol to bet on and Fives’s arm slung around your shoulder.

“Oh please, I’ve been playing Sabbac longer than some of you have been out of the tube.” You feel Fives give your shoulder a proud squeeze at your lie as he places the bottle of vodka on the makeshift table, and you both take a seat, “Deal me in?”

After several rounds of you finding your feet in the game, Fives drops his hand to your waist, giving it a squeeze - he’s signalling to go in for the kill. You turn your head slightly to look into his eyes, and he gives a slight nod that doesn’t go unnoticed by your opponents, he’s making it look so sure you’re going to win, but in reality your cards weren’t good.

You and Rex were down to the last cards, everyone else had folded. Either of you could have the winning hand, but if one of you backed out now before your cards were revealed, you could at least keep your own stake in the game. It was about the bluffing now, and thankfully you were good at that.

“Well, Captain?” You and Fives lean backward in sync. You press the cards to your chest, hiding how they’re on the verge of shaking from Fives’ grip on your waist, but also to hide your tell. It’s a small, barely noticeable movement, your forefinger running along the edge of your thumbnail - a nervous movement that Rex hasn’t noticed past your arrogant smile that perfectly mirrors Fives’. “What’ll it be?”

There’s a short beat where the room is silent and you hold the gaze of the Captain, all of the others staring between you both like it’s an intense standoff. He looks away first, tossing the cards down with a huff as he backs out, giving the win to you; he actually had a good hand.

“Oh and by the way, sir,” You lay your cards down, revealing that you had already gone bust, over the number limit to win. “I’ve never played Sabbac in my life.” You grin at the shocked expression on his face that melts into a warm smile and you’re enveloped into a hug from Fives while Echo reaps your winnings from the table.

After you all decide to have a drink from the bottle you bet with, the tiredness catches up to you, and you struggle to stay alert with the alcohol that casts a haze on your mind.

“C’mon, I’ll take you back.” Fives nudges you, picking up the half-full bottle of vodka as he pulls you to your feet, shaking his head in amusement when he tugs a bit too hard and you fall into his chest. “Already falling for me, sweetheart?” his voice is low, something that can only be heard between the two of you in the room full of his boisterous brothers.

You roll your eyes in amusement, a defence against how the whisper makes heat spread throughout your body. You take a half step back, placing the empty cup on the crate as you exchange a short goodbye with Echo.

“I’m gonna walk our lovely medic here back to her room, I’ll be back soon,” Fives gives a mock salute as you both make your exit and you try to ignore the whistle from one of the men as Fives chuckles, shaking his head. “Animals aren’t they, Mesh’la?”

You hadn’t known this side to any of the clones you’d served with, albeit you were just a medic, none of them had ever been this relaxed around you. The entire time you had been in the GAR, it had been lonely. There was no one to celebrate with after battle, no late night conversations between friends, no one to just sit with and cry when you weren’t able to save a life. But walking through the corridors with Fives somehow made it all worth it.

“You did great, sweetheart, I’m impressed.” Fives brings the bottle to his lips, taking a swig of the clear liquid as you stop outside of your door. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” His tongue darts out to lick the vodka off his lips and you can’t help but let your eyes linger there after the action. His gaze is already meeting yours when you look up, heat flickering in his eyes like the flame of a candle - he’s caught you staring.

Fives’ hand comes up to hold your waist once more, his grip tighter now, drawing you closer like you were a flower he wanted to admire. The scent of vodka from his breath intoxicates you, and you find yourself hypnotised, leaning closer. You don’t know what causes it, but at the last moment he freezes, his hand falling from your waist to press the panel outside your door, opening it.

“Goodnight.” He gives a tight-lipped smile before stepping away, walking back down the corridor in the direction of the barracks. Despite the heavy sweatshirt and warmth of the vodka in your blood, you feel empty as you enter your dark room. You find yourself lying awake in your bunk as you work through a mixture of disappointment, embarrassment, and something that ignites an ache between your thighs.

He stopped himself from kissing you, and you didn’t know why.

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You know your way back, he doesn’t need to walk you, yet he always does. It’s been almost 8 standard months since you were transferred to the 501st, you could practically navigate your way around blindfolded. So, you know you're about to turn onto the corridor your room is on when he speaks.

“You didn’t drink.”

Your mouth goes dry, it’s like you’ve just eaten a whole pack of ration crackers while sitting in the Tatooine desert with no water. The lights above feel harsher, as if you’re under a spotlight on the Medbay examination table, and Fives is the one inspecting you. He’s peering at you from the corner of your vision, gauging your reaction to his statement.

“What are you talking about, Fives?” You shrug in an attempt to appear nonchalant, but unfortunately due to his metabolism he was as sober as you, meaning he was just as observant. You couldn’t brush off his attention when he places a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your place just as you round a corner. From here you can see the door to your room, the third from the end. It’s taunting you at how close you were to getting away with the secret you’d been keeping against your chest.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” His free hand grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing your attention to him. You swallow as he draws your face closer, eyes raking over your features as he gives a small shake of his head. “You didn’t drink.”

“Yes I did.” Your voice is impressively steady, you’re good at bluffing. Fives already knows this, but he knows you better, and his eyes dart down in search of something. Your fingertip presses against the edge of your thumb in a movement that Fives had catalogued in his brain since that day you beat Rex at Sabbac.

The credit drops. You can see the moment it registers in Fives’ brain as his jaw goes slack, his grip on your chin loosening.

“Are you a- mph!” Your hand covers his mouth and you push him to the wall before he can shout aloud what you’ve kept unsaid for your whole time in the GAR. Fives was an ARC trooper, he could easily push you away, but his muscles seem to weaken against your grip. You feel the resistance in his body melt under your touch, as his eyes soften just above where your hand covers his mouth.

“I know you’re a loud mouth but please,” Your voice is low, urgent, as you give him a warning look, your face burning from embarrassment as he’s just come to the realisation of why you didn’t drink. You didn’t have any number to drink for. You can see him linking it together in his head - why you turned down flirtatious advances from his brothers, why he walked you back alone after every late night. It was why your body was so responsive to every small touch and honeyed word from his lips; like a flower chasing fleeting sunlight in the late afternoon. “Just this once, Fives, keep your voice down.”

Fives gives a short nod down at you, assuring you he’ll be quiet. His fingers loop around your wrist, tugging your hand from his mouth. You unsuccessfully try to ignore the way his lips had felt against your skin, you’re so caught on the small patch of wetness on your palm that you miss the clench of his jaw and flash of emotions in his eyes.

“You’ve really never..?” He trails off, the words settling into the small gap between you, they’re not taunting or teasing, they’re simply disbelieving. Even though he’s released your wrist now, it’s still suspended in the air, as if you’ve been frozen in carbonite. You’re afraid to move away, that it would be just like all those months ago, that the moment would be shattered and lost.

Your breaths are mingling together, you’re like an asteroid orbiting, drawing closer and closer to his planet, bracing for impact. Fives is unblinking, waiting for the answer he already knows, but needs to hear for himself.

“No.”

Something stirs in the depths of Fives’ eyes and there’s a tension you could almost reach out and grasp from the air. Your body acts on its own, hand breaking free from its frozen stupor to find interest in a small scar on his jaw. You remember treating the small cut, he never even flinched, but you had let him hold your hand anyways. ‘It’s for comfort’, Fives had told you, accompanied by the usual sly wink that made it all the more difficult for your free hand to remain steady when you cleaned the cut.

Fives’ eyes slip closed when your fingertips graze against the shining scar, his breathing becoming carefully controlled. You recognise the pattern, it’s the same pace it was during the times he would take you to the training rooms, his body pressed to yours as he taught you to shoot. He would chuckle into your ear when your hands would shake, causing you to miss.

Your hands are steady now, no signs of the trembling are evident when you raise your attention higher. Your finger traces its way over the inky ‘5’ on his temple, and you’re about to move it away but you find yourself held in place, fingers still pressed against the tattoo.

Fives’ constant touches were always casual, fleeting, and meaningless. But this? This was deliberate.

His gloved hand is circled around the bare skin of your wrist once more, keeping your fingers pressed against his temple. After a short, breathless moment, he moves your hand, but not to push it away this time. He pulls it closer, making your fingers trace across his cheekbone, against his warm skin all the way on a deliberate path to his mouth.

Fives’ lips ghost across your fingertips and in contrast to his rough exterior and battle scarred skin, they’re soft. Just above the point of your fixation is his heavy stare, focused and serious, like you’re his target in the heat of battle.

Your heart is thrumming against your ribcage like blaster fire and you wonder if he can feel the pulse in your wrist through his gloves at the sheer force of it. There’s barely any space between the two of you, and it only lessens with every beat of your heart.

“Just… stay still for a second, please,” Fives’ eyes burn into yours and he’s like a black hole orbiting you, pulling you in with his gravity. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His voice is a strained whisper, just cosmic background noise, all you can focus on is how his breath fans across your lips.

His eyes close again when you nod, and you allow yourself to slip away into the same darkness as he consumes all of your senses.

The touch is light, a soft brush of his lips against your own, and the gentle contact has a shiver running through your body. His hand has placed your palm back to his jaw, covering it with his own as he pulls you in deeper. The second kiss is more confident, the swipe of his tongue over your lower lip has the world around you dissolving into a meaningless void as he becomes the centre of your universe.

Before you can part your lips for him, Fives pulls away, just enough so he can look at you. There’s a dazed expression on his face, like he’s been concussed but is strangely happy about it. The momentary bewilderment melts away into an unusually shy smile and he’s about to kiss you again when you’re interrupted. There's laughter echoing from the direction you just came and Fives pulls back further, a suddenly serious look taking over his face.

You’re filled with a strange sense of deja vu when he steps away, your heart already sinking. Before you can open your mouth to apologise for getting carried away, to try and repair whatever strain the kiss could have put on your friendship, you’re being pulled along by his gentle grasp. Fives is making urgent paces down the short walk to your door, slamming his free hand to the control panel to get you both away from whatever prying eyes may have stumbled upon your private moment.

The door whooshes down to swallow you both in the darkness of your room and just like all those months ago, your back is pressed against the cool durasteel door. Only this time, you’re on the other side of it.

You immediately miss the warmth his body has been providing you with when he walks over to your desk, fumbling in the darkness from your lamp switch. Your lips still tingle from where his own were pressed against yours, and you swear you can still taste him.

The room is poorly illuminated from the dim bulb, but it's enough to highlight the figure of Fives leaning over your desk and you take in the full sight of him. He’s still wearing his armour from the waist down, but his upper half is only dressed in his tight blacks, and the lamp casts shadows that accentuate every ridge of muscle. It’s times like this where you’re reminded the man in front of you isn’t just your best friend, but also a highly decorated ARC Trooper, a man who spends most of his days in battle.

The serious look doesn’t leave his face, even when he’s moved back in front of you, blocking out the rest of your room with his large frame. At some point in the darkness, Fives has removed his gloves, allowing you to feel the rough skin of his hand as it cups your face. His thumb tugs at your lower lip, smearing saliva across the swollen skin as he teases the sensitive flesh. You can make out the apprehensive desire in his eyes as he marvels down at your mouth, before looking up to meet your gaze once more.

“Kriff, I…” His voice is light, and there’s an uncertain, almost desperate edge to it before he swallows it down. “Sweetheart, do you want this?”

It would be easy to lie to the both of you and back out. You never expected to meet anyone when you enlisted into the GAR straight from your medical school. Back then you had wanted to be a doctor, it was expected of you by your family, you sacrificed your entire social life to work for it.

You were never given the luxury of free-time, how could you ever have met anyone when all you did in your later teen years, when all your friends were partying and meeting their partners, was study? It was never a case that you didn’t want to be with anyone, but life simply prevented you from it. You were in your third year when the war broke out, two more years at the university and you would have graduated, but instead you decided to take your study credits and enlist as a medic. In less than a standard rotation from the moment you notified the university, you were on a transport to your first assignment.

You had let your work and the war rob you of so many experiences, you wouldn’t let them take this from you too. You wouldn’t let them take him from you too.

“Yes, Fives.” You nod, allowing your hands to rest on his broad shoulders. You’re sure of this, sure of him.

“Tell me to stop,” There’s a hunger in Fives’ eyes when you say his name and his lips press back to yours in a kiss that’s over far too quickly. “At any time, tell me to stop.” He’s holding your face still, unmoving until he has your consent.

“Okay.” There’s no reluctance in your tone, just a breathless need that makes Fives’ jaw tick.

Fives exhales, his shoulders relaxing and your eyes close again in anticipation, awaiting his kiss. But instead you feel the heat of his forehead press to yours, as if he’s anchoring himself against you, just for a moment.

“Okay, sweetheart.” His mouth is instantly on yours, his right hand still cups your jaw, but his left slips around your back in search of the zip on your uniform. He makes quick work of pulling the zipper down to loosen the material from your skin, and both hands travel down to your hips, tugging at the edge of the fabric.

“Hands up.” Fives’ voice is low in your ear as he presses a kiss to your hairline, and you raise your arms, allowing him to slip the top from your body. He discards it on the floor, not wanting to waste any time that could be spent with his hands on your exposed skin.

Fives is slower this time. Each movement is purposeful when he guides you both towards your small bunk, his tongue slipping past your lips in a kiss that makes you dizzy as you taste him in your mouth.

When the back of your knees meet the edge of your bunk, Fives’ lips begin to trail down your body. His path starts at the soft skin of your now exposed cleavage, and continues down past your bra, over the smooth skin of your stomach. There’s a soft scrape when his armour makes contact with the floor, he’s dropping to a kneeling position with his lips hovering over your abdomen. You look down at the man kneeling before you with his fingers hooked in the waistband of your uniform leggings, and you can’t help but smile. Fives pauses momentarily, sending a wink up at you before he tugs the fabric down, exposing the flesh of your legs.

“Lay down.” Fives whispers, and you can feel his warm breath tickle your stomach.

You settle backwards onto the bunk, allowing Fives to remove your leggings entirely, along with your shoes. You’re left in just your simple, black GAR issued bra and panties. It’s nothing special by any means, but Fives eyes you as if you’re an oasis he’s stumbled upon in the middle of a month-long battle. One meant only for him.

You let your eyes slip closed as you hear the familiar noise of his armour being removed, clattering to the floor. It’s something you’ve heard many times when he’s come to relax with you on an evening and you find yourself counting each piece removed as a distraction until bare fingers brush your knee. It’s a comforting touch to draw you back to him.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at me.” Fives is sat just between your legs, bare aside from tight boxers that leave little of his anatomy to the imagination. You already knew what clones looked like naked, you had treated enough of them to not be phased by any part of their body. But a clone on a Medbay table was different to your best friend whose lips were pressing to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Is this okay?”

He inhales against your panties and you attempt to swallow your embarrassment and nervousness at the sight of your friend between your legs with only a thin layer of fabric between you. The sight of his ever-present smile between your legs sends a flood of heat through your body before it concentrates in your lower stomach.

When you don’t reply immediately, he pulls back slightly, giving the thigh he’s hooked over his shoulder a light squeeze. His brown eyes are filled with concern, searching your expression for any hesitation.

“You still with me?” His thumb traces patterns against your skin, each movement only encouraging the fire in your body.

“I’m still with you,” You nod, watching as something lights up in his eyes. “What are you-“

Fives immediately silences your question with an action. His wet, open mouth presses to your thigh again and you feel yourself exposed to him when he hooks a finger in your panties, pulling them to the side.

“I’m taking my time with you Mesh’la.” His hot breath fans over your now exposed cunt and you fight the urge to clasp your legs together, you’ve never felt more vulnerable lying in your bunk, entirely bare to the person you trust most and it’s a vulnerability that makes your heart race as if you’re under attack.

Fives seems to sense your nervousness as he holds your knees firmly apart with his shoulders and free hand, keeping your legs open for him to litter small kisses on your inner thighs, all the while keeping you exposed for him.

“Focus on me, Cyar'ika.”

Before your apprehension can get the better of you, Fives is licking a slow, experimental stripe up your slit, parting your folds with his tongue. His eyes are on yours the whole time, studying the awed look on your face and gasps of pleasure when his tongue runs over your clit.

Fives shakes his head, grumbling something under his breath. Before you can decipher it, he’s using one hand to lift your hips from the bed while his other practically tears the panties from your body, leaving you in just your bra. Strong hands move to grip the top of your thighs and pull you to him so he can secure his mouth to your core without obstruction, filling the room with wet, desperate noises as he laps at your cunt.

Your hands twist in the thin bed sheets, desperately searching for something to ground you as his tongue delves inside you. His mouth is attached to you like you’re his last meal before an execution, the first drop of water after a mission on a desert planet, something he’s denied himself for far too long.

One of his fingers circles your entrance and your eyes snap open, finding him already looking up at you with a question in his gaze, asking for permission. You can only nod, not trusting your ability to speak with Fives’s tongue dragging slow circles around your clit.

Your head slumps back to the floor when he proceeds with your consent, the sensation is entirely foreign as you feel his digit sink into you, testing your tightness. Your own fingers were nothing in comparison to his, even just the one is beginning to stretch you.

“Fives…” Your breathless plea encourages him and your teeth sink into your lower lip as he adds another finger to stretch you further. You let out a small whimper at the slight burn and he slows his movements slightly to allow you time to adjust.

“Shh, Mesh’la,” He changes the angle slightly, massaging his fingertips against the walls of your cunt as they search for a particularly sensitive spot. Your body jolts, arching towards him when he finds it, and a moan escapes you. “That’s it, relax.”

The heat in your core is building as you grow wetter, making it easy for him to work his fingers into your tight hole, only adding to the growing pleasure building in every part of you, begging to escape. He presses his thumb to your swollen clit, one goal in mind.

“Need to make sure you’re ready for me, Cyar'ika.”

Fives withdraws his fingers from your gushing cunt, his hands instead moving from under your thighs and securing themselves back to their original position on your knees, keeping your trembling legs open as he continues to suck lightly on your clit when you reach your climax. Your body shakes, set alight with pleasure that’s only intensified by the way his head rests against your thigh, looking up at you as if committing the moment to memory.

When you finally relax against the bed, the pleasure having temporarily robbed your body of energy, you expect him to be done and move onto the next step. Instead, he lets out a low chuckle and begins circling your clit with his thumb once more.

“Do you think you can give me another one, Mesh’la?” His soft smile contrasts his words, but his eyes gleam with mischief when you whisper a small ‘yes’ in response.

He’s using just his fingers this time, two of them working you in a scissoring motion, stretching your walls as his other hand slips between you and the mattress. His fingers expertly find the clasp to your bra, freeing you from the last item of your clothing.

His pupils are dilated, drinking in the sight of your writhing body, now entirely bare for him. He leans back slightly, taking in every detail, something between a smile and a smirk on his lips when his eyes focus on his own fingers pumping in your tight hole. The moment he feels your orgasm hit, cunt tightening around his fingers, he descends on you once more. Teeth pulling at your nipple, his thumb secured to your clit as he lets you ride out your orgasm, your hips attempt to grind up against his hand, chasing pleasure.

The world is falling back into place around you when he shifts his weight on the bed, and you hear the final piece of clothing hit the floor.

Fives is kneeling in front of you, a hand on each of your knees as you take in the sight of his bare body. His large cock makes the breath hitch in your throat, but he presses a soft kiss against your lips, prepared to ease the tension that threatens to overwhelm your body. His eyes are filled with a warmth that reassures you when he pulls back to press another kiss against your forehead, “You can take it, Cyar'ika, I’ll go slow.”

Fives settles his hips between your parted thighs, hooking one of your legs over his waist to keep you open beneath him. Soft lips ghost over yours and you feel the head of his cock settle against your entrance.

“Are you ready?” His thumb brushes along your jaw, a loving reminder that it’s your best friend above you, the person you trust the most. The same man who you would stay up with late at night after every difficult battle, who you would always pick up an extra ration bar for, the man you were in love with.

“Yes.” Your eyes slip closed as you press your lips back to his.

The initial pressure of his cock entering you gives way to a sharp pinch that causes you to suck in a sharp breath through your teeth. Despite all of Fives’s efforts to prepare you, the unfamiliar pain seizes your body in an uncomfortable grasp.

“Relax for me, Cyar'ika.” He murmurs the assurance against your mouth, forcing his own breathing to slow, unconsciously prompting you to calm down. A hand presses to the underside of your thigh, pushing it upwards as he rolls his hips into you, he’s only halfway inside and you try to force yourself to relax around his impressive girth.

“That’s my girl.” He groans into your neck as his hand drops from your thigh to drag precise circles around your tight clit. The added layer of stimulation makes you gush around the half of his length inside you, making it easier to take his cock, but he doesn’t push any deeper. Instead he rocks his hips in a shallow motion, allowing you to adjust to this size first.

“Shh, don’t worry, Mesh’la,” He strokes your hair, continuing to press soft kisses of assurance to your mouth as he works your clit in time with his shallow thrusts. “It’ll be easier once you cum with me inside you, then you’ll be more relaxed for me.”

Fives’ hips pick up their pace, but he still limits himself, expertly watching your body's reactions to his cock. He’s continuously ensuring he doesn't go too fast, too hard, too deep. It’s a balancing act, one he seems to be perfect at with the way he already has the beginnings of another orgasm taking grasp of your body.

“Fives!”

You’re grinding helplessly against him now, one hand on his tanned chest and the other grasping at the short hair on the back of his head. Between Fives’s whispered words of adoration in your ear, you can make out the wet noises as he thrusts inside you, each movement causing more of your wetness to drip between your joined bodies, smearing you both with your arousal.

You’re hooked onto his words like a lifeline as he guides you through the experience.

“Kriff-” He shakes his head as he takes in the sight of you cumming around his cock. But it’s not lust in his eyes, it’s something far more intense. “I promised I wouldn’t do this..” His voice is strained, like he’s trying to keep the words inside of him.

Before you can even catch your breath fully to ask what he means, your world is spinning when he pulls you upwards, slotting himself underneath you so you can no longer try to read the emotions in his face. Your back is now pressed to his chest, his body supporting you to stay upright and he’s hooking his right hand under your knee, spreading you apart.

His chin rests on top of your head, the position allowing him a full view of your body as his cock enters your cunt from behind; it’s more than before, but still not the full length. Your right arm curls up around behind you to hold the back of Fives’ neck, needily pulling him closer in the moment as you writhe against his body.

“Look at that, Cyar'ika,” You feel the rumble in his chest just as much as you hear it, and it draws your attention down to your joined bodies. He shifts slightly to support your head as you catch glimpses of his cock disappearing into your tight hole in a series of shallow, restrained thrusts. “Look how perfectly we fit together.”

His eyes remain locked on your body, the way your chest heaves and cunt tightens, dripping down his cock as you cum once more, you’re already losing count. From what you were always told by friends when you were in University, losing your virginity was supposed to be a far cry from this. In fact you don’t think a single one of your friends had cum when losing theirs, and yet here you were, the room almost spinning from the pleasure Fives had given you.

Fives chuckles at the blissful look on your face as he pulls his hand from your clit, allowing you to relax against his larger frame. “You are really something else, Cyar'ika.” He’s slower this time when he rolls you both over once more, cradling the back of your head as he rests you back onto the pillows.

He resumes his original position above you, thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. His eyes are full of adoration when he looks down at you, and there’s no trace of the painful stretch from earlier when he slides the full length of his cock inside you this time.

He’s been so focused on your pleasure that his own has been forgotten, but you see the evidence of it. He’s coated in a sheen of sweat that makes him appear like one of those glossy paintings in the art galleries on Coruscant. He’s an artwork, beautifully crafted, every muscle in his body coiled tight in restraint as his hips grind against yours.

It’s your turn to touch him this time, to appreciate every bit of the vulnerability in his face as he presses his forehead against yours and you angle your face upwards to steal a kiss. A tortured moan escapes his lips as his thrusts only increase in speed, he’s clinging onto you like it’s his sole purpose.

“Where?” His breathing is ragged against your neck.

You make a confused noise in response and he curses something in Mando’a.

“Where do you want me to cum, Mesh’la, hm?”

You‘re speechless from the pleasure, but thankfully your body answers for you, already locking your legs around his hips to keep you joined together.

“Alright, Cyar'ika, inside it is.” There’s a soft rumble of amusement against your throat before his mouth finds yours again. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your hip, both of them seeking to drag you closer. You’re two stars colliding in the void of the universe, no longer orbiting each other, instead becoming one as your light drowns out all darkness around the pair of you.

His name is falling from your lips, cries of it suffocated against him when his tongue slips into your mouth. Fives empties himself inside you, his cock unloading a flood of warmth that already overspills, leaking from your cunt with every slow movement of his hips. He pulls back, an unreadable emotion in his eyes before he buries his face in your hair, distracting himself by stroking at your burning skin. You stay there as you both begin to calm, hearts beating in sync with one another as your bodies remain joined.

He’s breathing heavily in your ear, an affirmation that you haven’t died and ascended to some afterlife when he drags his hips away from yours, leaving you empty as he stands up.

“Where are you going?” You hate yourself for sounding so needy, but with his cum leaking from between your thighs, how could you not. You knew it was common for men to leave straight after sex. You’ve caught some of the boys’ one night stands sneaking out barely ten minutes after they had been brought to the barracks, hair messy and clothes dishevelled.

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not leaving.” He winks at you before disappearing into the small fresher joined to your room. You hear the water running for what seems like far too long, before he returns with a warm washcloth.

“Gotta clean us up before we make a mess on the bed, I’m not falling asleep in a wet patch.” He settles back between your legs, whispering soothing praises as he cleans your combined fluids. He’s thorough, making sure there’s no trace of him left before he presses a kiss to your inner thigh and discards the cloth into your laundry basket.

“C’mere.” He settles down next to you, lifting an arm to allow you to curl up against him and he pulls the bed covers over your waists. “You did so well, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, basking in a moment neither of you want to end. It’s sweet, intimate, and perfect.

Yet you can’t stop yourself from asking the question.

“What did you mean when you said you promised you wouldn’t do this?”

He pauses, an awkward smile tugging at his lips, you’d never seen him nervous like this, a blush creeping into his cheeks that he can’t even blame on the sex. “Caught that did you?”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek. Your cards were on the table, it’s only fair that his should be too.

“I suppose it’s only fair given that I didn’t let you get away with not drinking.” There’s a nervous edge to his laugh as he drags you closer to him, like he’s afraid you could disappear at any given moment.

“Do you remember the first time we played Sabbac, you kicked Rex’s ass, and I walked you back to your room?”

You nod slightly. The memory still plagued your thoughts on sleepless nights, it embedded itself in a playlist of embarrassing moments that liked to keep you awake. Yet, it also featured on the list of thoughts that had your legs twisted in the bed sheets as you imagine what would have happened if he did kiss you that night.

“I wanted to kiss you, but I couldn’t.” He sighs regretfully, admitting the truth he had been fighting against all of the months since that night.

“I think you’d only been here for what - a month?” You feel his laugh against your cheek as it rumbles in his chest. “And I couldn’t get you out of my damn head, I even made Echo fake being sick once just so I had an excuse to come to the Medbay and talk to you.” You remembered, and now felt slightly bad for insisting you give Echo all those unnecessary virus and anti-nausea shots.

“I needed the excuses to see you, because if I didn’t, and I saw you without them, it’d mean something that I’d been avoiding.” He trails off, trying to find a way to put it into words, it wasn’t something he had ever been good at. But he would try, for you he would try.

“The rest of the boys found out because I called you my girlfriend once when Kix gave me some of the heavy stuff in those green syringes.” He laughs, shaking his head and your mind begins to put the pieces together, that’s why they teased him so often about it. “They all promised they wouldn’t tell you how I felt though - I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

He drags a hand down his face, his jaw tenses. “And then I got jealous when I saw that Sergeant from the 104th talking to you, how he had his hands on you,” He shakes his head, an irritated look playing on his face, both at the other trooper, and his own actions on that night. “Thought I blew my shot, and I tried to cover it the only way I knew how.”

Your mind recalls him and the Twi’lek making a beeline for the 79’s freshers, how just a month ago you ended up crying in the alleyway, it was like taking a blaster bolt to your chest. No amount of Bacta could fix the pain that night, but you had certainly tried to heal it with whiskey.

“But I didn’t do it, and it’s not like Echo said, not because I couldn't,” He pulls himself back from you, but continues to hold you, to keep you in the moment with him as he explains what happens, a regretful look on his face. “It’s because she wasn’t you, Cyare.”

He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and your fingers trace over the tattoo again, just for a moment, just until he finds the strength inside of him; the strength to override his programmed instincts to be a loyal, unattached soldier and nothing more.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t…” Fives trails off, opening his eyes. He needs to see your reaction, whether it’s good or bad, he needs to know. “Fall in love with you.”

You wonder if this is what the Jedi feel with the force around them, but instead of the whole world, you just feel Fives. The warmth of his skin under your fingers, the certainty in his eyes, the utter devotion for you in his voice as he fights against every form of conditioning he’s received.

“Fives, you idiot…” His expression is concerned at first until he sees your teary eyes and beaming smile. “I love you too.”

You had loved him since the moment he kissed your knuckles on your first day in the Medbay, every interaction after that only strengthened the bond between you.

Fives smiles down at you, his quiet laughs tickle your skin with warm air as you’re lured back into his embrace. He laughs disbelievingly, shaking his head as he allows his body to press back against yours, a perfect fit.

“We have so much time to make up for, sweetheart.”

You never want to lose this feeling, his lips marking your body, peppering reminders everywhere that you’re his, you have been since the moment that fateful order flashed up on your datapad. You’re anchored, attached, tethered to him - whatever word you want to give it, you’re his.

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abigfanofstarwars · 1 year

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if there’s one thing the men of star wars will do it’s be sassy with their slutty lil waists

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coffeeandbatboys · 24 days

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Congrats on the follower milestone! And Thanks for the tag! 🥰

Can we do something like-

Character: Fives

Number: 7

Emoji: 😜

(This is such a cool idea!)

Thank you! No pressure, and no rush!

Oh. My. God. When I was making the prompt list I saw this one and immediately thought Fives. And then I got the damn ask 😂

Prompt: *tipsy* “Have you ever thought about porgs? I think we should think more about porgs.”

Warnings: Fives had a good time at 79s, Kix and Jesse make a cameo. Fives is a clingy lil shit. Reader is implied to be female.

270 follower celebration

About Porgs (Fives x Reader)

Your comm beeped on the vanity. Curiosity getting the better of you, you paused brushing your teeth to see who it was.

“Hey Vod’ika it’s Kix. Fives had a few too many at 79s so he’s your problem tonight. Jess and I will bring him over there soon.”

You shook your head with a smile, remembering the Medic’s rants about the last time Fives was drunk and staying in the barracks. Apparently he had kept everyone awake by singing a badly written love song about you.

You grabbed a glass and filled it with water, before pouring out a couple of painkillers to go with it.

“Force knows he’ll need it in the morning,” you muttered to yourself.

Not too long after the comm your doorbell rang. You opened the door to find Fives, partially supported by Kix and Jesse. He had a lopsided grin on his face and his eyelids were drooping just a little. He did light up when he saw you.

“Mesh’laaa!” He cheered.

You sighed, stepping out of the way so your ARC trooper could stumble inside.

“Thanks, boys. I got him all set up for tomorrow morning. He’s not catching a break.”

Jesse and Kix said goodnight and returned to the barracks, leaving you to deal with Fives.

“Alright let’s take care of your armor.” You ordered, pushing him into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed as you began to pull each piece of his kit off. Once you got down to the belt, something akin to the transition between confusion and realization flashed across his face and he gasped.

“Ohhh it’s like thattt.” He slurred,

You knit your brows together and feigned innocence, just so you didn’t have to give him the satisfaction.

You frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“C’mon Mesh’la.”

You stacked the rest of his kit at the foot of the bed. “You’re going to go right to sleep buddy. After you drink some water. ”

He pouted, but took a couple of sips anyway, then layed down. You returned the cup to the nightstand and turned the light off. For a second, you wondered if Fives was asleep because everything was quiet. But then-

“Have you ever thought about porgs? I think we should think more about porgs.”

That one threw you for a loop. You started laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the statement.

“What?” You wheezed.

“I mean why d’they scream so much? Poor things must be tr…tram…trama…scared or something.”

You flopped down on the bed and groaned. “Go to sleep Fives.”

“Jus sayin’”

“Fives–“

“Fineee.”

You felt him wrap his arms around you and bury his face in your neck, where he placed a lazy kiss.

“G’night Mesh’la.”

“Goodnight Fives.”

“Love you.”

You kissed his temple. “I love you too. Now sleep.”

He let out a deep chuckle. “Yess’m”

#star wars #clone trooper fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #fives x fem!reader #fives x you #arc trooper fives x fem! reader #arc trooper fives #coffee’s 270 follower celebration #clone trooper x reader

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The Soldier and The Spy

Summary: You're a Separatist spy. It's only ironic that your soulmate fights for the other side.

Pairings: Fives x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, 69, face sitting, Fives is subby, Republic bashing hardcore, enemies to lovers but it happens fast, Soulmate AU, ANGST

A/N: So this was very different when I first imagined it and then this idea took over. It might be the first angsty fic that doesn't have a clear happy ending. Let's just say it's only happy if you see it that way. I actually don't hate this one, but you might hate me for writing it.

MASTERLIST

Your feet pound against the stone path as you run. Just a bit further. You’re almost to your ship. If you can reach it, you have a greater chance of escape. Of course, you had to navigate around the warship hovering in the atmosphere, but at least you wouldn’t be vulnerable and on foot.

You can hear them behind you, the clacking of their plastoid armor, the occasional calling out of orders and directions. Your only advantage is your lack of armor. You’re lighter, and faster, and you knew where you were going.

You scramble up the steps onto the landing platform, not slowing as you race towards your ship.

You’re almost there, just within reach when a hand shoots out, grabbing your elbow. You feel a pop in your shoulder as you’re violently redirected, your back slamming against the side of your ship. You’re quickly pinned, staring up at a clone’s helmet. He’s breathing heavily, chest heaving as he stares down at you. He must have been on foot, so how had he managed to pass you?

“You give a good chase, sweetheart,” He says, pinning you tight against the side of your ship. His vambrace digs into your chest, making it hard to breathe. “But not good enough.”

Your eyes widen in shock. Those words have been printed on your chest, just over your heart, for the last ten years. You spent countless hours trying to imagine just what situation you’ll find yourself in where those words make sense. You spent hours picturing just who was going to say them to you.

You certainly hadn’t thought it would be this. Nor had you thought it would be a clone saying them to you.

“You’re one cocky bastard, aren’t you?” You smirk, knowing he’s had that line printed on his skin too.

You can see when it registers, his hold on you lessening just slightly as he processes the situation. You’re one step ahead, using his surprise to your advantage. You drive a knee upwards, hitting him right where his codpiece ends. He doubles over, releasing you enough that you can slip out of his hold, running for the ramp of your ship.

You’re almost there, but he recovers faster than you expected him to, your body going rigid as he stuns you before you drop, falling unconscious.

***

You wake in a cell. You could guess where you were before you even opened your eyes. You’re stretched out on a cot, hardly more than a metal bed. It’s certainly not the most uncomfortable place you’ve woken in before. You push yourself to sit, wincing at the pain in your shoulder. That clone must have dislocated it when he grabbed you.

Your soulmate.

The clone that’s your soulmate.

Ironic, really, that you would end up on opposite sides of the war. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice. As a clone, he had no choice on which side he fought for. Clones. The Republic’s loyal flesh machines that would happily lay down their lives for a system that doesn’t care about them. The Republic would resort to using living beings to fight. At least battle droids aren’t alive. They don’t feel, they don’t breathe, they barely think.

You sigh, trying to move your injured shoulder. A deep ache burns through you, your shoulder hardly moving at all. It feels tight and swollen, and you can just imagine a huge bruise on your skin.

“Excuse me.” You say, turning to face the energy shield keeping you in the cell. The two troopers stationed outside turn to look at you. “Can I see a medic? I think your buddy dislocated my shoulder when he grabbed me.”

They share a look before one walks away. You hope they are actually getting a medic. A dislocated shoulder is hardly the worst injury you’ve had to live with, but you’re not exactly thrilled about being injured on an enemy ship. Not that you had any hopes of escaping. There were probably thousands of clones crawling every inch of this ship and the chances of you getting into the landing bay to steal a ship successfully were small.

Going up against hundreds, if not thousands, of trained soldiers by yourself? Well, you’ve already lost to one.

You’re left waiting an immeasurable amount of time before more troopers arrive, flanking whom you can only assume is the Jedi general. You’ve never met a Jedi before. You’ve never really seen one either. Part of your job was to avoid them at all costs, and you’ve been successful, up to this point.

You assume they’re not here to fix your shoulder.

You meet the gaze of the Jedi as he and the two troopers enter your cell, not backing down despite how much you’d like to. His gaze is sharp, piercing right into you like he’s reading your very soul. From what little you know about Jedi, he might actually be doing that. He looks young, though. Not much younger than yourself.

“You’re more well behaved than I figured a Separatist spy might be in this situation.” He says, breaking the tense silence.

“Then you must not have much experience with Separatists.” You counter, testing the boundaries.

A smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth. “You gonna make this easy on me?”

You scoff, leaning back against the wall. “You really don’t have much experience with Separatists, then.”

The Jedi shrugs. “You don’t have to talk to me. I know the Republic will do their own questioning when we arrive. If you’re willing to talk now, it might make that a little easier.”

You stare at him for a moment. “Aren’t you supposed to be able to force me to talk with your little magic tricks?”

He smirks. “That’s only reserved for dire situations. The Jedi look down on using the Force to interrogate even Separatists.”

You sit up a little straighter. “Why do I get the feeling you’re not like most Jedi?”

He smirks at you before turning to one of the troopers behind him. They both leave your cell, leaving you behind with one of the troopers. It’s the one that caught you.

Your soulmate.

He and the other clone leave the cell, leaving you and your soulmate alone. He stands there, staring at you for a while. You stare back, right into his visor. You wonder what he’s thinking, what his plan is. He could reject you. You had heard something about clones rejecting their soulmates. Maybe he hopes rejecting you will force you into speaking.

“You just gonna stand there or are you going to interrogate me?” You ask, breaking the silence.

He finally moves, lifting his hands to remove his helmet. You stare at his face, pretty much what you would expect. You know what the clones look like, generally. He has the standard face, the standard haircut. He has a goatee, though, and an Aurebesh “5” tattooed on the side of his head. His eyes are brown, deep and expressive as they stare at you.

“I’m not here to interrogate you.” He finally says. “Like the General said, the GAR will take care of that once we get back to Coruscant.” He stares at your face for a moment. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

You huff out a laugh. “You wouldn’t be saying that if I wasn’t your soulmate. If I remember correctly I was just some ‘Separatist scum.’”

His jaw clenches, brow furrowing as he stares at you. “Why would you join the Separatists?”

“Why do you fight for the Republic?” You counter.

You’ve backed him into a corner. You know it, and he knows it.

“If you actually knew the truth about the Republic you fight for, I don’t think you’d be so willing to lay down your life for it.” You say.

“The truth?” His fists clench at his sides, and you know you’ve struck a nerve. The clones really are just mindlessly loyal. “What, the propaganda the Separatists feed their citizens?”

“You don’t think the Republic feeds propaganda to its citizens too? You think so highly of a Republic that is just a bunch of cushy Senators that sit in a building and debate endlessly while their people die by the thousands across the entire galaxy every day.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, starting to get angry.

“No?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Maybe you should start paying more attention. What are you really to the Republic? Just another number, right?”

He turns his back to you, shoulders squared. “I’d never join the Separatists.”

“I’m not asking you to.” You say. You’ve pressed some buttons. You know that. “Aren’t you supposed to reject me?”

He deflates a bit, his head drooping. “We’re supposed to. It’s what the GAR wants.”

You close your good hand into a fist. Just another way to dehumanize their human army. You’d expect nothing less.

“Most of us don’t agree. We don’t follow that rule.” He turns back around, staring at you. “It’s not fair. To us, or to our soulmates. The General doesn’t care either. A lot of them don’t. I’m not going to reject you. I made a promise to someone, and even if he’s gone, I’m keeping my half of that promise. I need you to promise me something.”

You stay quiet, staring at him, waiting for him to continue. You’d never agree to a promise unless you knew what it was.

“There will be GAR officials waiting when we land to take you into custody. I don’t know exactly what will happen after that, but I can imagine they’ll question you. They might offer you a deal. Whatever happens, just don’t mention our connection. Don’t say anything about soulmates. We were put together for a reason. We’re not just going to meet this once and that be it.”

You stay quiet, your gaze on the floor. He’s asking a lot of someone he just met, someone on the opposite side of the war. As much as you want to believe him, you know you’re likely headed to a prison cell where you’ll spend the rest of your life. Stealing Republic data for the Separatists was not a good look, and the likelihood of them offering any sort of deal is slim. You don’t know enough about the Separatist leadership or plans to offer much in exchange. You just break into Republic information systems and steal its data.

It’s not looking good for you.

“I can’t promise anything.” You finally say.

You can’t look at him. You don’t know why, but you can’t bring yourself to look at his face. Shame burns through you, and you hate it. He’s just another clone, someone who could die tomorrow for all you know.

He’s your soulmate.

He sighs, putting his helmet back on, moving toward the energy shield. “Fives.” He says, pausing before he steps through. “My name’s Fives, because my designation number is all fives.”

He leaves you then, not turning back to look at you.

You keep your gaze down, your face burning as tears start to form. You hate it. You hate that you feel this way. You’re not supposed to care about them, about anyone. You get data, you deliver it to a designated spot, then you get paid. That’s all you care about.

You don’t care about a stupid clone.

You sit, fighting tears for another immeasurable amount of time. It’s hard to tell how much time has passed with no chronometer. A window would have been nice, at least to have something other than grey walls and the troopers guarding your cell. Staring at them only makes you feel worse.

More troopers arrive and for a moment you’re scared you’ve landed and you’re about to meet your fate. They approach the cell, speaking quietly to the two troopers outside before the energy shield is lowered, three of them stepping in. You stare at the one approaching you, the medic’s symbol on his shoulder.

He kneels down in front of you silently, scanning your shoulder. “Dislocated.” He says, putting the scanner away. He stands, taking your arm in his hands. “I’ll reset it on three. One, two.” He pushes on your shoulder, an audible pop sounding as it moves back into place.

You let out a yelp, glaring up at him. “What happened to three?”

“You would have tensed on three.” He says, pressing against the joint with his fingers. “Makes it easier for both of us if you’re relaxed.”

He pulls an injector from his belt, stabbing you in the shoulder with it. You make another noise as he injects the bacta, rubbing your shoulder when he’s done. A bit rough for a medic, but you are the enemy here.

“Thanks.” You say, already feeling the pain lessen as the bacta works.

He stares at you for a second, obviously taken aback by your politeness. Just because you’re a Separatist doesn’t mean you have to be an asshole all the time.

They leave you alone again, left to nothing but your thoughts. You almost would have preferred another interrogation.

***

You’re carted away by more troopers as soon as the ship lands. It’s a bit ridiculous just how many of them are there. They must not successfully capture Separatists often.

You’re immediately taken into an interrogation. It’s a good tactic, really. You’re exhausted and hungry and just ready for them to throw you in a cell for the rest of your life already.

You don’t make it easy for them, though. It’s not your nature.

After days of grueling interrogation and a lack of sleep, they finally offer you an ultimatum. You’re surprised they’ve offered you a deal, but perhaps the war was not waging as well as they liked to make it seem.

Life in prison, or work for them.

Neither of the options are ideal, and both are the same in a way. Your life would be under intense watch and scrutiny regardless, but the chances of you getting eaten or worse under the GAR’s watch was significantly less.

You only regret choosing to work for the GAR a little. Your data scraping skills were less important to them as your code breaking skills. Turns out they aren’t as skilled as they like to pretend, and the absolute nonsense the droids used to encrypt the Separatist files is hard for them.

If it keeps you out of a prison cell, then whatever. You’ll do it.

Maybe Fives had been right.

You force that thought out of your mind as fast as it arrives. You’ll deal with that later.

You have enough to worry about with the GAR’s incessant chokehold on you. You swear you can’t even use the fresher without them constantly surveying your every move. You get it, they’re just trying to make sure you’re not going to betray them or try and run. It’s not like you really have anywhere else to go. Or anyone to share secrets with anymore.

More than likely the Separatists would execute you as a traitor if you tried to return, and even if they didn’t, what do you really have to return to?

Besides, your soulmate is here.

You hate yourself for it, but you kept his promise. You didn’t breathe a word of Fives and your connection to him. They didn’t ask about your soulmate, other than taking note of the words on your chest at intake. Easy identification, you know that. Not that you were really planning to escape. Not that you have the skills to even try.

As much as you try to fight it, you can’t help but think about Fives. Where he is, if he’s alright. You know it’s just the connection talking, the beginning of your bond that had been formed when you spoke the words to each other. It’s only going to get worse the longer you’re apart from him. He must know you kept your promise, and you can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. You can imagine the cocky smirk on his face when he realized you hadn’t spilled anything. You had kept his promise despite not agreeing to.

Maker, you hate yourself sometimes.

As the weeks pass, and you continue to prove your obedience to the GAR, they begin to lessen their chokehold on your every movement. You know part of it is the shifting of the war, the Republic barely managing to keep a leg up on the Separatists. You manage to get some freedom, able to go places within a short distance from the base. It’s in this new found freedom, you get back into contact with Fives.

One of the 501st troopers approaches you while you’re away from the base, and for a moment you think he’s there to take you back, but instead he passes by, slipping a comm device into your hand. You slip it into your pocket, grabbing what you need before heading back to the base.

You shut yourself in the fresher, the only place you have any privacy, pulling out the comm device. You stare at it for a moment. This could be a trap, an attempt by the GAR to either out your soulmate, or out you as not being as loyal as you tried to make them believe you were.

“Hello?” You give in, speaking into it. You don’t care, you need to hear Fives’ voice again. The need, the itching under your skin to be close to him has almost become unbearable. If you can just hear his voice, maybe it will ease the ache just a bit.

“Hello, mesh’la.” His voice comes through, your breath leaving in a relieved huff of air. “It’s good to hear your voice.”

“I didn’t think it would really be you.” You say, leaning your head against the wall. You’re relieved to hear his voice, if only as proof it’s not a trap.

“Why wouldn’t it be me?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Did you think this was a trap?”

“Yes.” You admit. “I wouldn’t put it past the GAR.”

“Then why did you use it?”

You want to reach through the comm and slap the smirk off his face. “Maybe because I was hoping it was the Separatists coming to rescue me.”

It’s quiet for a moment. “I probably wouldn’t joke about that.”

You glance around the ceiling of the fresher, half expecting to find a hidden camera or a recording device. “Probably not. They’ve had quite the chokehold on me for a while.”

“I know. It took some planning just for this to happen.” He sounds tired. Weary. You wonder just how badly he’s been feeling, since he has to still fight a war on top of everything else. “You didn’t say anything.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, pulling your knees to your chest. “I didn’t say anything.”

“I’d like to see you again.” He says, his voice so soft, so disarming.

“If you can pull that off, I’ll be impressed.” You say.

“I have something in the works. We’ll be returning to Coruscant soon. Just be prepared.”

“That’s helpful.” You say.

“I can’t give too much away. It has to seem genuine. If the GAR suspects anything...”

“I know.” You say. “It’ll spell trouble for us both. I’d rather not have to go to prison if I can help it. I very much like having my little bit of freedom.”

“I’d like to not be decommissioned either.” He goes quiet for a moment. “I have to go. Just keep an eye out in a few days.”

“Okay.” You say, trying not to smile.

You hate the way he makes you feel.

*** A Few Months Later ***

You anxiously pace the small living area in your tiny apartment. You haven’t been able to sit still since the comm message came in last night. You barely slept, mind too busy racing to rest much. You look a mess, despite your best efforts to make yourself appear put together.

Maker, you have it bad.

Over the last few months the GAR had continued to loosen its watchful hold over your life, and they had allowed you to move into your own apartment just off the base. You know they’re still watching, still making sure nothing suspicious is going on, but you’re glad for a little bit of freedom. You know they’ve also done it because the war has been shifting even more. Things are not going as well as they’d hoped, and allocating resources to watching ex-Separatist spies who willingly defected to join the GAR was not high on their list anymore.

You’re glad for the privacy, because it makes seeing Fives easier. The first time he’d seen you after your defection had been a process that involved his general and his captain. A quick fib about needing your help with some data they had on board had led to you and Fives fucking in the empty barracks. It had gotten easier to sneak away as the GAR loosened its hold on you.

You’ve only seen Fives three times since then, as his trips to Coruscant were becoming few and far between. You hate it, the time you have to spend apart. It’s getting harder and harder as the bond continues to strengthen between you. You’re going insane, and talking isn’t enough anymore. You want to be with him all the time, but you know that’s not possible.

A knock sounds at your door and your heart jumps. You swallow the nerves, the excitement. You don’t want to look like you’ve been waiting for a visitor if it’s not Fives. That would raise questions and that’s the last thing you need.

You take a peek out the viewport before opening the door. “Fives!”

“Hello, mesh’la.” He smirks, opening his arms.

You tug him into your apartment, letting the door close behind him. You wrap your arms around him, tugging him down into a kiss. He meets your lips eagerly, his hands roaming all over your body as if to make sure you’re still whole, still real.

“Someone missed me.” He smirks, trying to pull away from your lips, but you tangle a hand in his hair, pulling him back. He laughs, his hands settling on your hips.

Your hands tug at his armor, starting to take it off piece by piece.

“Easy, little loth cat.” He says, stilling your hands. “We have a few hours.”

You give him a look. “If you don’t hurry up and get inside me, I will kick you out on the street.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He laughs, letting you tug him back towards the bedroom.

You tug your own shirt over your head, helping him remove pieces of his armor. He’s already half hard, your hand ghosting over the bulge under his blacks. He lets out a quiet sound, hips attempting to push against your hand, but you move it.

“Evil.” He grunts, looping his fingers under your waistband. He tugs your pants down, eyes widening as he sees the lack of underwear underneath. “You were waiting for this.”

“Yes.” You say, tugging his shirt over his head. “I need you so kriffing bad.”

“We’ve got a few hours.” He says, tugging his blacks down his legs. “But I have to leave early. We’re shipping out to Ringo Vinda in the morning.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your toes to press your forehead against his. “I hate when you have to leave.”

“I know.” He kisses you softly. “I’m here now. That’s what matters.”

You kiss him back, letting him lead you backwards towards the bed. He turns, lifting you into his arms before he lays back on the bed. He pulls away for a moment to groan in satisfaction, going lax under you.

“I miss how comfortable this bed is.” He says, stretching his arms out.

You shrug. “I’ve slept in better.”

He grabs your thighs, tugging you closer. “Cheeky.” He tugs you further up his body. “Sit on my face.”

You breathe out a curse, moving yourself so you’re hovering over him. You grab onto the headboard, his hands closing around your thighs to tug you down so you’re sitting on him. His mouth immediately meets your pussy, already wet. You’ve been wet since this morning, thinking about having him all to yourself once again. Your fingers were never enough, and it only made you miss him more.

He closes his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You let out a cry, tangling a hand in his hair. It’s been a while, too busy to even bother getting yourself off. Your hips grind against his face as he shifts slightly lower, nose bumping your clit as he licks at your opening. He groans something inaudible, his tongue pressing into you as his hands guide you to continue grinding against his face.

He sucks on your clit once more and you’re cumming, legs shaking as you soak his face. He holds you there, licking you clean as you come down from your high. You shift off his face, his skin shining with your slick.

“Kriff.” You whisper as you stare down at him, his eyes dark with lust. “That’s a good look on you.”

He smirks wickedly. “Well, hopefully soon it’ll be a permanent look.”

You make a quiet noise, biting your lip at the thought. Having him whenever, wherever you want. That’s the dream. “My turn.” You say, turning around so your back is to him, laying yourself flat on his stomach so you’re face to face with his cock.

He groans, hands spreading your folds. “That’s a beautiful sight right there.”

You take him into your mouth as he presses a finger into you. His groan vibrates through your body, the stretch of his fingers making you moan around him. He breathes out a curse, slipping a second finger into you. He pumps them lazily as you suck his cock, keeping your hand tight around the base. You debate sucking the soul right out of him, but you want him to cum inside you. You want him inside you. Badly.

You pull yourself away before he can cum, making him whine. You sit up, moving so you’re straddling his hips. You give him a smirk, his lips parting as he stares at you.

“Oh, kriff.” He breathes, staring at you wide eyed as you grab his cock, sinking down onto it.

You moan at the stretch, your very soul seeming to relax as you take every inch of him. He’s so big, no matter how many times you take him, it’s always a stretch. He’s breathing heavily under you, eyes wide as he stares up at you.

“Feel so good.” You moan, rocking your hips just slightly. “Missed you.”

“Kriff,” He curses, hands gripping your hips. “Missed you too.”

You curse, lifting yourself up just slightly before sinking back down. “So good for me.” You say, tracing his chest.

Something changes in his gaze at your words, his hands tightening around your hips. You’re already sensitive from your first orgasm, sweat beginning to slick your skin as you bounce on top of him. His eyes lock onto your breasts as you move, hands cupping your ass. You’ve been trying to figure out which is his favorite, but you haven’t been successful.

Maybe he just likes all of you.

The feeling is mutual.

You continue to move on top of him, bouncing and grinding as you chase your second of what will be many orgasms tonight. Fives is moaning and whining under you, close to his own orgasm. You watch his face, the way it morphs into nothing but pure pleasure as you squeeze around him, drawing his first orgasm of the night from him.

His hands are bruising around your hips, your hand slipping around to your front to circle your clit. You cum a second time, shaking above him as you brace your hands on his stomach. He watches you through lidded eyes as you cum, drawing your pleasure from him.

He pulls you down onto his chest, smoothing his hands across your back. You’re both sweaty and panting, but you’re far from finished with each other.

“A minute.” You breathe, letting yourself go limp on top of him. “Gimme a minute.”

“That good, huh?” He smirks.

You make a face, shaking your head. “You cocky bastard.”

***

“Fives?” You ask, tracing patterns on his chest. It’s late, both of you well fucked and satiated for the time being. You know he has to go in a couple hours, slip out of your small apartment and head back to the base.

He hums in response, eyes closed and half asleep.

You take a deep breath, scared to bring up the topic you had been avoiding speaking about. You hadn’t trusted to talk about it over the comms, needing to say it directly to his face. “Would you ever consider deserting?”

He’s awake now, eyes snapping open. “What?”

“Would you ever consider deserting the GAR?” You ask again.

He sits up, practically pushing you off him. “Why would you even ask that?”

You sit up, pulling the sheets up to cover your chest. “I’m scared, Fives.” You admit, voice wavering. “I overheard something, and it’s scaring me.”

“What did you hear?” He asks, brows furrowing.

“I caught part of an encrypted conversation. It was something about some plan to wipe out the Republic using the clones.”

Fives stands from the bed, shaking his head. “That’s...that’s ridiculous. You don’t even know if it’s true.”

“But what if it is?” You plead with him, staring at his back. “I’m scared, Fives. If anyone finds out I overheard that...we’re all in danger.”

Fives stares out the small window in your bedroom, hands closed in fists at his side. He’s wound tight, like a coil about to spring. You stare at his back, begging for anything, any sign that he might believe you.

“What do you expect us to do?” He finally says, turning around.

“Leave.” You say. “Go somewhere they can’t find us.”

“I can’t just abandon my brothers. Especially if what you heard is true.”

“Who could we even tell that would believe us?” You ask. “For all we know every high-ranking GAR official is in on it. If this is as big as it’s sounding, everyone could be in on it.” You reach out for him, your hand shaking. “I’m scared, Fives. I don’t want to lose you.”

He sighs, taking your hand, letting you pull him back onto the bed. He wraps his arms around you, holding onto you tightly. “You won’t lose me.” He kisses your forehead. He pulls the sheets around you, surrounding you with his warm embrace. “Right now, let’s just forget about the war. Forget about everything. We’ll worry about this tomorrow.”

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