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Cyar'ika
//OKAY, so this fic depicts acts of intimacy, nothing too horribly graphic, but if you don't want to read something like that please move along.
"Cyar'ika..." you shiver as your lover whispers the Mando'a term of endearment in your ear.
Hunter may share his face with a million others, but you know in your heart that he is as unique as any being in the galaxy, clone or not.
No other clone can make you feel this way, only Hunter.
When your only response to his pet name is a shiver and a smile, Hunter begins kissing your exposed neck. These stolen moments are getting harder and harder to come by, as the war rages into it's third year, Hunter and the rest of the Bad Batch are often out on missions.
But for the moment, you and Hunter have barricaded yourselves away in his bunk, while the rest of the team are out doing who knows what in between missions.
It hadn't taken long for you to find yourself in his bed with only a thin sheet for cover.
Hunter lightly drags a calloused finger down your bare side as he continues kissing your neck. You laugh despite yourself, cursing our ticklishness.
"Hunt, that's not fair!" This gets a raspy chuckle out of him, his laughter always sets butterflies loose in your belly.
"No, what's not fair is you showing up here, looking good enough to eat. Knowing that we only have a little bit of time before I'm called away again." Hunter says, strong arms sliding around your waist and pulling you against his chest.
"That is hardly my fault!" Hunter chuckles again, and once again the butterflies in your belly come to life.
"I suppose you're right," he says suddenly rolling both of you so now he is on top and you're looking up at him from the bed.
"I shouldn't waste such a gift, especially when I know I only have a little time to enjoy it." He captures your lips in a kiss, and moves on from there, trailing kisses down your body.
Which is promptly interrupted by someone pounding on the door.
You groan quietly in response.
"Sarge, you in there?" It's Wrecker, of course, just as loud as he ever is, still pounding on the door.
Considering the doors are locked and you can't find him anywhere, where else would he be? You think bitterly, Hunter sighs but doesn't move to get up, maybe he's hoping to return to what he was doing before, once he gets rid of his brother that is.
"I'm a little busy, Wrecker!" You smile and almost go in to steal another kiss.
"Regs called, we got a mission."
Hunter swears under his breath, and you sigh, so much for having time.
"I'll be out in a minute!" He still hasn't released you, and is looking at you with an apology in his eyes.
Wrecker's foot falls fade away before he speaks.
"I'm sorry, Cyar'ika, I got to go."
You pause for a moment trying to steal just a few seconds more with the man you love.
"I know... promise me that you'll be careful, and that one day when this is all over, we won't have to hide like this anymore."
You never spoke of the future much, with the nature of war, there never seemed to be a point. But you're speaking of it now, because you desperately want to believe that there will be an end to this war, and that you will one day be able to love Hunter openly.
"Hunt, promise me."
He kisses you again, and for a moment you think he's going to stay here with you, to hell with the war and the mission, to hell with everything.
But then he pulls away, forcing himself to get up out of the bed and put on some clothes.
"I promise." He's looking at you now as he picks up your clothes off the floor and holds them out to you.
Taking your clothes, you smile.
Changing into your clothes, Hunter sneaks you out of the barracks by some miracle, not running into his brothers.
Hunter kisses you a final time.
"I love you, I'll see you soon," and then he's gone. Leaving you with the feel of his lips on yours and a stupid smile on your face.
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