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Troublemaker

Chapter 11: Sore Muscles

The Bad Batch/Tech x f!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: So much smut, overstimulation, protected piv, fingering, oral (f! recieving), slight size kink, massages, Tech being Tech, me not proof reading this cuz I'm so tired LMK if I need to add something

Authors Note: This had no business taking this long to write. I've been struggling with this chapter my dudes. No joke. But it's here, finally. Yaay. If you're not into that much smut, you can easily skip this chapter if you want to. There aren't any major plot points to the fic in here, since it ended up being longer and taking way more time than I expected.

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Arriving at Kamino

Work, Armor and... Clones?

Let it out

You shouldn't have done that

Talk about it

The 20 Questions Game

Crosshair

Echoes of the Past

The Fight

A Nice Change of Air

Heavy Rain Weights the Mind

Unlike previous nights, sleep had no trouble arriving this time. You had barely just closed your eyes, before being carried away into a deep slumber.

You had no recollection of when you had changed clothes, went to bed or fell asleep, but it had to have happened, since you woke up in a bed, wearing one of Wreckers tops.

Whoever was beside you was awake. Through your time there, you had noticed that all of the men had a tendancy to light snoring - probably due to their genetics. And the man lying next to you wasn't snoring.

You didn't want to open your eyes though. You felt heavier than a hutt at a feast and knew moving was going to hurt like hell. Your muscles were punishing you from your fighting session the day before. All you wanted was to sleep away the ache.

Alas, sleep was refusing to grace you with further slumber and you couldn't stay like that all day.

Opening your eyes, you weren't met with the usual posters decorating Crosshairs wall. Instead you were met with sketches and notes written in a hurry. You softly chuckled at this.

"You awake, mesh'la?" The breezy voice behind you asked.

With a low groan of pain, you managed to turn yourself around to face the back of Techs head. "Unfortunately, yea. Did you wait for me to wake up?"

Swiftly, Tech had turned to face you. He had a small and content smile, one that was barely noticible if it weren't for how close the two of you were. "Sort of, yes. You've previously stated that you weren't comfortable with being in our barracks when we weren't around."

"you remembered that? How sweet!" You squeaked unintentionally.

Tech looked at you like it was obvious he would remember such a thing.

You studied his face briefly, then let out a low giggle and reached a hand up to his cheek. "Aren't you uncomfortable lying with your goggles on like that?"

Tech placed his hand over yours and snuggled into it the touch. "Not really. Most of the time, I hardly even notice they're there."

A comfortable silence took over the room, seducing you to fall back asleep. Techs calm demeanor, warm breath and steady heart beat didn't help to keep you awake either. You nearly gave into the temptation, when Tech suddenly moved.

"Your muscles are still sore from yesterday, correct?" He asked, leaning up on one elbow.

"Yea, but it's not so bad as long as I don't move."

"Then how about I give you that massage now? It should help ease up some of the tension."

You looked skeptical behind Tech and as if he read your mind, he added: "Hunter isn't here. Probably won't be for a couple of hours. Crosshair is at the shooting range and Echo is getting medical checkups. Wrecker... Well, I actually don't know where Wrecker is."

"You just wanna give me a massage? No ulterior motives?" You probed, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Besides help ease your pain? No. If you're uncomfortable with it being me who massages you, we do have droids and other equipment for it."

It wasn't like you actually thought Tech had any ill intentions. However, one could never be too careful. You decided to nod in agreement anyways.

Techs face lit up with mixture of surprise and delightful. "Great! Take off the top and lie on your stomach."

"Take off my top?!" Well, technically it was Wreckers top, but the sentiment of shock still stayed. Besides the top, all you were wearing was underpants and chest bindings.

Tech appeared confused over your reaction to his request. He studied your face for a moment, then adjusted his goggles. "How else do you expect me to get access to your muscles?"

A thoughtful look overtook your face, before you hesitantly sat up and removed the top. You couldn't stop the groan of pain before it escaped your lips. Who would've thought moving your arms over your head could be so painful?

Once you were lying on your stomach, an ungloved hand carefully caressed your back. "Mesh'la, do you mind if I straddle you? It'll give me better accessibility."

"Um... Sure, I guess?" The tone of your voice was anything but sure.

In one quick movement, Tech had thrown one leg onto the other side of you and was now sitting on the peak of your butt.

"Please don't hesitate to tell me if you're getting uncomfortable or if I'm overstepping a boundary." He urged, then started to slowly caress your back to help calm you down.

You could feel Tech fiddle with something and suddenly some lovely aubade music started playing on low volume. It was nearly impossible not to relax with those calming tones playing.

And as your muscles began relaxing, Techs long, nimble fingers began working their magic.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself go completely into the atmosphere Tech had created. It was so calming, so lovely, so... arousing.

The way this tall, lean soldier was sitting on top of you, leaning over you and expertly worked your barely covered body in his hands, applying pressure just where you needed it the most - and adding a new pressure in your core in the process.

On top of that, you were pretty sure you could feel something hard press against you every time he leaned over. Though, you weren't 100% sure it could actually be what you were thinking.

This is why you had originally declined, when he offered you a massage the previous night. Because you knew it would have this effect on you. Because these men had this effect on you. They could turn you into a babbling, giggling mess just by looking at you a certain way - you'd never admit that to them, though. Not that it mattered whether or not you admitted it, since their sergeant could smell it on you. Stars that was the most embarrasing thing for you to learn.

And here you were. Fighting to keep the moans to a minimun, to ignore the building pressure between your legs, to -

"Are you alright, cyare? You're tensing up again." Tech paused his work on a particularly sore spot to check up on you.

Kriff.

"Ye-yea, I'm fine. I was just thinking..." You trailed off, wrecking your brain for thoughts. "Didn't you have any plans for today? I'd hate to be keeping you from your actual work..."

Tech chuckled - the kind of chuckle that couldn't be heard, but you could feel the vibration from it transmitting into you.

"You're still worried we secretly hate having you around, huh?" He asked, but continued before you could answer. "Then let me put it in a way that you understand: We're soldiers, that's all we were ever created to be. Since early childhood, we've been conditioned to have practicality triumph comfort. Ours and others. So, if your companionship were to ever become impractical for us, we won't hesitate to tell you. Just like we didn't hesitate to tell you that bringing you along to watch us practice would be a distraction and thus, impractical. You have nothing to worry about Y/N, I promise."

Great, now you were fighting both moans and tears. "You know, you seemed like such an asshole when we first met, can't you go back to that?"

Once again you felt the man behind you lean over, this time to leave a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible. I have taken too much of a liking to you."

Well, that conversation had the opposite effect on stopping the throbbing between your legs.

You tried to ignore what was happening in your core, to ignore how great Techs hands felt and how they might feel deep inside of you. Tried to focus on the music. Just the music.

You kept accidentally squirming and jumping and Tech would always pause to make sure you were alright when you did. In an attempt to keep that to a minimum, you forgot to keep track of your moans as well.

The moans weren't too bad anyways. Since you were lying with your face towards the bed, with your forehead resting on your arm, it was hard to hear it over the music.

At least, that's what you thought.

Tech pressed on a specific spot and the noise you made in response was loud and lewd.

Tech definitely heard it too. He tried to cover the small break by very badly faking a cough, but you could feel how he suddenly tensed up and how his touch became a lot more careful and shaky after that.

Slowly, you turned your head to the side so you could look him. He was looking very intensely at his hands working your lower back.

"Is something the matter, mesh'la?" Tech really did his best to sound neutral.

You hesitated. "Tech... Are you sure you didn't have any ulterior motives?" Your voice was barely a whisper, so low and careful.

A few moments of silence filled the room.

"Yes, I'm certain." Another pause, one of careful consideration on Techs part, before continuing, "Though, I must admit that your movements under me and those lovely little noises you make has had an effect on me. I'm sorry if that's made you uncomfortable."

His eyes met yours in an apologetic way, as he carefully dismounted you on the opposite side. That way, you could easily escape if that's what you needed. You didn't.

Instead, you pushed yourself up to sit. You were still sore, but no way near as bad as it had been when you woke up.

"It's not - it didn't... Make me uncomfortable... Not in the way you think, at least." You shifted slightly so your thighs could add pressure to your clit, hoping that Tech got the hint.

Oh he definitely got it. Techs eyes widened in realisation. He cleared his throat and adjusted his goggles and it almost seemed like his brain short circuited for a moment.

You took the chance to let your eyes wander his body. He was tall, lean, built a lot like Crosshair. As your eyes wandered further down to his hips and thighs, you could've fainted at the sight that met you. Neatly packed into the bodyglove was a large outline of his member.

Like it was magnetic, you leaned closer to the man next to you, though managed to stop before your bodies collided.

Your eyes shot up to meet his, which were studying you close with pupils dialating with lust.

Your lips met in the most careful manner, both waiting for the other to pull away but neither did. Then it intensified. Became more hungry and desperate, like you needed each other like you need water.

Lips pulling on each other, teeth clashing together, tongues wrestling, you on your back and Tech halfway on top of you.

His fingers ran along with your jaw, then down your neck, down your collarbone, slowly getting further down every time, before returning to the same spot on your jaw.

Your hands were not as careful. They roamed his slender, yet muscular body. To the back of his neck, through his short locks of hair, across his broad shoulders, just taking everything in. And there was a lot to take in. He may appear slender and skinny, but the muscles on this man were so defined, you could basically pass human biology just by touching him.

After searching for what felt like an eternity, you finally found the brim disconnecting the top from the bottom on the bodyglove. Your fingers snaked underneath the tight, thick fabric and a gasp broke the kiss from the feel of his skin.

Tech let out a breathless chuckle at your reaction, then sat up to take off his top. Oh how your eyes and mind wandered aimlessly over his upper body.

Leaning up on one elbow, you reached out to trace the muscles across his chest and down his abs. As your fingers began to graze his scars, Tech grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips to give your wrist a gentle kiss. Then continued up your forearm, your bicep, your shoulder and before you knew of it, you were back to lying fully on your back, with Tech on top of you, attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses.

Like an expert, he freed your breasts from the chest bindings and began massaging one with one hand, while making his way down to the other with his mouth.

Your hips grinded against his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction to settle your throbbing clit.

"Tech, please!" you moaned, as his both his lips and his fingers were teasing each nipple. He was pinching, twisting, sucking and licking the sensitive buds, making your core even more needy for the attention he was depriving it of.

"Patience Darling," his voice vibrated through your skin, shooting straight to your core and making you let out a mix between a cry and a moan.

Fortunately, you didn't have to wait long before Tech finally switched from sucking on one nipple to the other, his free hand going to work on your now saliva covered nipple, while the other hand finally made it's way into your underpants.

You couldn't stop the obscenely loud moan from escaping, as Techs fingers instantly found their way to your clit and relieved it from the burning pressure by rubbing hard circles on it.

Stars you weren't going to last long at this pace.

Bucketing your hips into Techs hand, he easily managed to slip two fingers in your entrance. He mumbled something like "Sew it" though, you weren't entirely sure.

Not that you could focus on his voice, even if you tried. His fingers massaged your insides, seemingly searching for something while his thumb overtook the job on your clit.

His fingers found what they were seemingly looking for, as they pressed onto one specific hard-to-reach spot and like a machine having just been turned on, your back arched and your hands clasped over your mouth to stop whatever noise would've left otherwise.

"There it is!" he muttered triumphantly, finally releasing your breast so he could press his forehead against yours. "Cum for me mesh'la. Look me in the eyes and cum for me."

It wasn't an order, but you still complied. He was so close, his goggles fogged up by your collected breaths. Your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers dug into his hair and underneath the band of the goggles, wordlessly asking for permission to remove them.

With his fingers still working your sensitive spot, drawing your orgasm closer with each thrust, and a lopsided smirk, Tech pulled his head back so the goggles would slide off with your fingers.

You carefully placed them to the side, then pulled Tech back in towards you. "Kriff Tech, I-I'm -"

"I know cyar'ika, I can feel it. Cum for me."

That was all it took to trip you over the edge. Your walls tightened around his digits as the wave of pleasure washed the build up out of you and into his palm.

Tech dragged out your orgasm with his fingers, prolonging it all he could. Everytime your moans were starting to get too loud, he kissed you passionately to shut you up.

Your own nails dug crescent moons into his back. Your back hadn't been in contact with the bed through the whole thing, arching into Tech untill you finally came down again.

For a moment, no sounds were in the room. Not even the music, which you just noticed had been turned off. Just your heavy breathing as you were coming down.

Tech looked at you with admiration. He waited for your breathing to become regular again, before removing his hand and sitting back up. "Mesh'la... That was about one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." he praised.

"That was one of the most amazing things I've ever felt." you said breathlessly.

"For now," Tech winked at you. He licked your juices off his fingers, but then disappointedly shook his head.

You sat up to lean on your elbows again, worry written all over your face. "What? Is something wrong?"

That's when Tech gave you one of the cockiest smiles, one you had only seen Crosshair do. "I'm afraid this sample just won't do. I suppose I'll need to have a proper taste," He said, moving down so his shoulders were positioned between your legs. He shot you a quizzical look, asking for permission without any words.

Flustered, you pushed yourself up to sit properly, grabbing Techs face in your hands. "But what about you? It must be painful for you there, let me take of you first."

He leaned into your touch again, his face softening with comfort and calm. "If my assumptions are correct about where this is headed, then I'd like to wait until after I've made you climax at least twice, just to make sure you're properly prepared for me. If that's alright with you, mesh'la?"

The look in his eyes resembled that of a Tooka asking for a treat, you couldn't help but to give in to him. "Well, when you put it like that." you said, while caressing his cheeks.

With a content smile on his face, Tech rubbed the inside of your thigh before digging his fingers into the brim of the last piece of fabric covering you. "As much as I love the sounds you make, I must ask you to try and keep the noise down. The walls here are unfortunately not soundproof."

Your eyes widened in horror and shot up towards the door.

"I already disabled the door controls from the outside. I figured we wouldn't want anybody walk in on us in a compromising postion. Much less like this." Tech explained, while pulling the underwear off you, seemingly reading your mind for the second time that day.

Before you had the chance to say anything else, Tech put an open mouth kiss on the inside of your thigh. This caused you to spread your legs further, as well as gasping loudly as all your immediate thoughts disappeared.

Tech smirked against your sensitive skin. "Now, shut up so I can enjoy my meal in silence."

He dug in, eating you like a man on death row and you were his last meal.

His tongue slid through your folds and instantly made contact with your entrance, drinking up your slick and previous release.

It was a struggle to keep quiet. First you tried to bite into your hand again, but quickly stopped when you remembered how Hunter noticed it last time. Instead, you opted to just have a hand covering your mouth.

Tech moved on from assaulting your entrance with his tongue to attacking your clit. Your hips bucketed into his face and he countered by putting his arm around your thigh and over your hips, holding you down accordingly.

His other hand continued to massage your inner thigh, slowly sneaking up towards your core.

Lewd slurping noises filled the room, seconded by muffled moans. Two fingers prodded your entrance again, then quickly followed by a third.

They quickly found that hard to reach spot inside of you and tears started rolling down your cheeks at the sensation. You were already on the verge of another orgasm.

Of course Tech was a master at this. You had seen how well he used his tongue and hands at everything he did. Obviously he was going to be a genius at eating you out too.

Much like when he was talking, his tongue was fast and precise. He knew how to properly flick his tongue over the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure. Every now and then he let his teeth grace over for the extra stimulation and stars you could feel the genius idiot smirk against you, as it never failed to make you jump.

You tried to warn him that you were reaching your breaking point, but nothing but a babbling string of murmurs came out through the moans.

Tech must've known what you meant though, since he hummed affirmingly against you and the vibration was all you needed to tip over.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as a white light blinded you. Your back arched, toes curled and hands locked in position, one still covering your mouth while the other held a tight grip on the sheets.

You felt like you were becoming one with the force, like the galaxy was filled with nothing but the two of you and this amazing feeling spreading from your core and into every last strand of hair.

Tech kept going, kept fingering, slurping, licking, sucking, not letting you come down and you were getting lightheaded from the stimulation.

Struggling with getting your hands to unlock from their position, you carefully moved the heel of your foot to Techs shoulder and pushed him away.

"Too much..." You muttered, whole body still shaking and struggling to come down again.

"Oh..." He let out with a breath, sitting up and tenderly caressing your shaking thigh. "I'm sorry mesh'la. You just taste so good it's hard to stop."

You glanced at him through your lashes and the look you were met with was nearly enough to make you cum again. His face was glistening with your juices dripping down his chin. Tech licked his lips clean while maintaining eye contact with you.

With a breathless chuckle, you finally managed to release your grip on the sheets. "You're a messy eater," You joked.

"You're a messy meal."

This caused you to actually laugh out loud. "Just fuck me already, will you?"

"Whatever you wish, cyar'ika." Tech leaned over to kiss you on the lips. Although he had wiped most of your juices off, the taste still lingered on his lips.

You were about to put your arms around his neck, ready for him to put it in raw, but Tech pulled away to sit up again. Confusion and disappointment overtook you, not understanding why he pulled away again.

Tech reached over to his utility belt and fished out two small packages: A small flask with a liquid substance and a condom. Noticing your expression, he smiled reassuringly. "Just to be safe."

Finally you got to see what he had been hiding, as Tech took off the lower half of his body glove and threw it to the side.

The sight alone was enough to make your mouth water. Just by looking at Tech, you never would've guessed he would be packing such a member. It was above average in length and girthier than you'd imagine. Your walls clenched around nothing and you just knew he would stretch you out.

You were pulled out of your hypnotic-like trance and lewd train of thoughts, when Techs own hands went over his member, working on getting on the rubber protection.

"How often do you 'charge up the loading ramp' in order for you to keep protection in your kit?" You teasingly asked, seeing the chance and not wanting to let it go.

"Huh?" A confused expression crossed Techs face, before going wide eyed in realisation. "Oh! Oh no, although condoms are commonly known for being used as protection in sexual intercourse, they do serve plenty of other services in both military and scientific fields, such as -"

"Tech, love," You placed a hand on Techs cheek, pulling him out of his would-be rant. "Time and place. This ain't it." You reminded him, then laid back down in the most appetizing pose you could muster.

With an embarrassed chuckle, Tech tried to adjust his goggles only to be reminded they weren't there. "Oh, right." He nodded, seemingly for a moment feeling out of his element, but quickly fell back in it as he grabbed the small flask and poured it's liquid content out in his hand.

Using the liquid to lubricate himself, Tech crawled on top of you again and place a loving kiss on your lips. "I'll start slow so you can adjust to me, alright? And don't be scared to let me know, if you're hurting or uncomfortable."

"Alright, I promise." With a reassuring smile to back up your words, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

Tech gladly gave in to the kiss, lovingly sucking on your lips while running the tip of his dick through your folds, before aligning it with your entrance.

The tip went in with a roll of his hips and as if he knew how you'd react, his tongue slipped into your mouth, taking advantage of your gasp.

He was careful. Busy stimulating you elsewhere by massaging and teasing your tit and wrestling your tongue with his. Meanwhile, he got further inside of you with each roll of his hips.

The stretch was intense, bordering between pleasure and pain. Your fingers grabbed onto the small locks of hair and your nails left small crescent moons down his back.

Breaking the kiss in exchange for air, Tech pressed his forehead against yours. He studied your face, memorising how it would contort between expressions of pain and pleasure. He then moved down to tease the sensitive spots by your ear.

"You're doing great mesh'la, taking me so well. You're so wet, but so tight around me, it must hurt, but you're not complaining, you're just taking it. You're so good, mesh'la."

He was right. The stretch did hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. Besides, he was almost fully emerged, you could feel it and once you were properly used to him, it'd be nothing but pleasure. "You're bigger than you look."

Tech sighed, his warm breath against your sensitive skin sent a shiver down your spine. "I know. I'm sorry if it hurts too much..." He muttered and tried to pull out, but you wrapped your legs around him to prevent it. Though, you were too rough in your movement and accidentally pushed him all the way in, causing you to wince at the sudden burn.

Techs body became stiff as a board at this and he quickly grabbed your face in both hands to make sure you were okay.

Once the initial shock faded, you returned the favor of holding his face in your hands. You gave a small peck on his lips, hoping it'd help calm him down. "I'm sorry love. I didn't mean it as a bad thing. It hurts a bit, yes, but it also feels amazing. You fill me up in the most incredible way and I love how I can feel so much of you, even through the protection. If you want to stop, that's fine, but don't do it because of me. I'm already adjusting to you." With that said, you released the grip your legs had on him, allowing Tech free passage to pull out if he wanted.

He didn't. Instead, Tech pulled you into a close embrace, holding onto you for dear life. His head was buried into the crook of your neck.

You were a bit taken back by this sudden embrace, but returned it nontheless. One hand on his head, stroking his hair while the other rested on his back.

After a bit of a silence, Tech let out a huff of air that resembled a chuckle. "I suppose I've ruined the mood, huh?"

In a semi-swift motion, you turned the both of you around, so Tech was lying on the bed and you were sitting on the top. His cock had softened a bit, but not enough and with a small wriggle of your hips, you could feel it twitch and spring back to life. "I'm still game if you are." You purred.

Techs brown eyes lit up, then darkened with lust. His hands found home on your hips and instead of giving you a verbal response, he picked you up to the tip of his cock, then pushed you down to the base again.

You bit back a loud moan. The way he filled you was pure bliss. Everytime you hit base, every nerve in your body ignited like a thousand stars in the night sky and finding a steady rhythm was becoming an increasingly difficult task.

No matter how you moved your hips, Tech kept hitting that spot... That spot deep inside of you, that you had heard about but didn't think actually existed. And it made you feel so weak. So weak that if it hadn't been for his tight grip on your waist, you would've collapsed right on top of him.

Tech seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot as well. His hands helped guiding you, even with the rather irregular movements your hips made. Low grunts and small sighs were eliciting from his lips and through half lidded eyes, he watched closely how your body moved, what parts bounced and jiggled, how you jumped and squirmed, and how your fingers dug into his chest and your elbows caving in from struggling to keep you up.

"Do you, hnng, need to switch places again, mesh'la? You, ahhh, you seem to be struggling a bit."

In an attempt to answer, you ended up releasing the moans you had been keeping in. Clasping a hand over your mouth to keep quiet, gravity finally got the best of you and you collapsed on top of Tech.

Too oversexed to talk or move, you buried your head in the crane of Techs neck, while your hips kept moving on their own accord. "I-I'm... Close..."

"I know. I can feel it." Tech whispered into your ear. He wrapped his arms around you, one holding onto your back while the other reached down and grabbed your ass.

Having managed to somewhat steady you, he began to thrust himself into you, chasing his own high while helping yours along. His thrusts were fast and hard, filling you in a way that your own movements couldn't succeed. The way you were positioned on top of him by now, made the friction of his pelvis rub against your clit, finally tipping you over.

You accidentally clawed Techs chest, leaving 5 red stripes in the shape of your hand. Not that you really noticed it. You closed your eyes in order to keep yourself from going crosseyed, bit into the tender flesh of his shoulder to stop the oncoming scream, as white hot bolts of lightning shot through your body, creating an explosion of pleasure.

The next thing you knew, Tech was whispering low curses into your ear as his thrusts slowed down before reaching a halt.

For a long time, no other sounds but your collective gasping for air filled the room.

"That was..." Tech was the first to break the silence.

"Yea." You agreed, still not having the strength to move and get off, even though you felt him softening inside of you and you knew you'd better clean up.

Your eyes widened in horror, as a sudden realisation came over you. "Oh no..."

"What is it?" Worry filled Techs voice and he carefully pulled himself out of you while placing you back on the bed.

"Hunter's gonna find out..." You hid your face against Tech, curling up in a foster position as cringe overtook your post-coitus high. "Is it possible to die from embarrassment?"

"Fortunately not." Tech placed a loving kiss on your forehead, before leaving the bed. "I have long ago found a scent that harshly overrides anything else Hunters sensitive nose might pick up on. There's no risk of him finding out through that."

Tech was quite insistant on aftercare. He used a hot, wet towel to clean you and helped you get dressed for the day despite your protests. He brought you water and food, insisting that you finished it all.

"You've spent a lot of energy, mesh'la. And you haven't eaten since last night. I won't risk you passing out during the day, so you better finish it all." That's what he said. He even let you eat in his bed, which you appreciated since your legs were not going to let you walk anytime soon.

But, once he had made sure you were fine and taken care of, Tech became, well, Tech. He got dressed in full armor, made the control panel to the door accessable from the outside again and used some scented spray that was a straight up assault on your senses. Poor Hunter. Then, he took his place by the workbench and continued his work on the weird gadget for Echo. Leaving you, your assaulted nose and your meal to yourselves.

"Tech, this isn't going to change anything between us, is it?" You asked, suddenly feeling very insecure about your actions.

Without as much as glancing at you, Tech replied: "I don't see why it should."

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