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Same Heart ch 33- Lies

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Rating: E, explicit

Warnings: angst, lying, confrontation, misunderstandings, yelling, implied spousal abuse (there’s none), Force pushing, broken trust, storming out, declarations of love, love bites, oral (m receiving), overstimulation | F reader, second person PoV, present tense

Once again, what I actually wrote is almost nothing like what I had planned!

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F! Reader/ Echo | F! Reader/ Crosshair

Unbeknownst to either of you, Crosshair was awake, and he heard everything.

After you return to the hotel room from the library, you find Echo already there, though alone. The two of you lay together on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs, and he listens as you tell him about Clone Force 99’s previous missions, occasionally speaking up with a question or sarcastic comment. Once a few hours pass by, the two of you decide to go to sleep a little early. Echo is out quickly, but you wind up lying awake for over twenty minutes. Annoyed, you sit up, grab your datapad, and look up Kaller, the place Fives had told you to avoid. As you read, nothing stands out to you as particularly dangerous or harmful, aside from some harsh weather and landscapes, but that’s normal for most planets.

The sudden sound of the door opening startles you, though once you see Crosshair step into the room, you relax again. He spots you and sheds his armor as he moves, leaving a trail from the door to the edge of the bed. Once he’s down to just the bottom half of his undersuit, he slides into bed beside you, careful not to wake Echo.

Crosshair lies on his side, facing you, and almost as soon as you do the same, he scoots forward and holds you close, kissing you deeply.

“I was worried about you all day,” he says in a whisper.

“You really didn’t need to, I’m fine,” you say, equally quiet. Crosshair shakes his head at you, but there’s a rare, faint smile on his lips just before he kisses you again, softly this time. Now that he’s here too, you fall asleep quickly while sandwiched between your two lovers.

The following morning, Crosshair wakes first and returns to his room to get dressed, collecting his scattered armor pieces as he goes. Echo regains consciousness almost immediately after, and when you roll over and scoot closer to him, half asleep, he wraps his remaining arm around your waist before resting his forehead against yours. In the sleepy quiet of the morning, he takes some time to enjoy what he’s sure will be a rare moment of peace in his new life. A new life that he has thanks to you, and the others of course. He’s been thinking along these lines for a few days now, and he really can’t express how grateful he is to everyone, but especially to you.

“G’morning Echo,” you say, getting his attention before turning your head and yawning as you stretch your arms and back.

“Good morning beautiful,” he says, rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him. He kisses you, then you break away with a soft smile and sit upright, straddling his thighs. With the way the early morning sun shines on you, topless and your hair messy from sleep, Echo is suddenly reminded of that last morning he spent with you in your apartment. You look identical now to the way you had then, and he feels a faint ache in his chest.

He doesn’t have much time to think about this though, as Crosshair has just stepped back into the room, distracting you both. You sigh and stumble out of bed before quickly pecking his cheek and saying that you’ll be taking a quick shower. Crosshair nods but says nothing and moves outside onto the balcony.

Echo listens to the sound of the shower running and thinks, again, about what Crosshair said to him about running off on you. Suddenly, an idea hits him. A way to apologize to you and at least try to show you how much he loves you and what you’ve done for him. Moving quickly before either you or Crosshair catch him, Echo dives into your bag, searching through it. The shower abruptly shuts off and he curses under his breath.

“Come on, where is it,” he mumbles, then breathes out a soft ‘gotcha’ once he finds what he’s looking for, and not a moment too soon. You open the door, wearing only a towel, right as he grabs the object and stands back up, quickly tucking it into a pocket.

“So,” you say, giving no indication that you’d seen what he was doing, “last day at Shalka’s tomorrow, right?” Echo nods.

“Should be. And your last day at the library,” he says, then notices how your mood subtly dips when he brings up the place.

“You still haven’t found anything?” he asks softly. You huff in aggravation as you drop the towel and start to get dressed.

“Not a damn thing. I did read something brief about Force sensitivity sometimes being spread by blood to blood contact, but that’s impossible; we all know I would never allow that. Everything I’m finding seems to be right on the edge of what I’m looking for but never actually gets there, it’s so damn frustrating,” you say.

As you’re talking you step into a maroon dress and try to zip up the back. Echo watches you struggle with it for a second, then steps forward and gives it a shot, but he can’t get a good grip on it either. He makes an exasperated sound and you turn toward him.

“I’ll be so damn happy to have two hands again,” he says, maneuvering his scomp and glaring at it. You link your hands behind his neck and laugh a little, distracting him.

“And what are you going to do with them?” you say, smirking at him. Echo takes your waist and pulls you closer, chuckling into your ear.

“That’ll be a surprise,” he says, then kisses you deeply, the both of you humming and content.

As this happens Crosshair comes back into the room. Echo sighs and lets you go, shifting his focus onto suiting up for the day. You turn around and find Crosshair watching you with a familiar bedroom-eyed look on his face. You shake your head at him, though with a soft smile, then wave him over.

“Any chance you can get this zipper up for me?” you ask, turning around. You feel his warm hands on your upper and lower back, then jump a little when he’s suddenly mouthing along your jaw from behind, humming as he breathes in the fresh smell of your body wash. You can tell he’s moving the zipper, but not quite like you’d asked.

“Up,” you say, your voice hushed as you turn your head to breathe into his neck, “is in fact the other direction.” Crosshair doesn’t answer and instead slips a hand under your skirt and grabs your ass as you turn back around to face him. He’s just about to kiss you when he’s interrupted by the sound of a cough near the door.

“If you’re done over there,” Echo says, mildly annoyed, “we all have places to be.” Crosshair shoots him a dirty look, but zips you up properly before leading the way out of the room.

Hours later, at Shalka’s workshop, she stretches her back and groans loudly with a curse.

“Fuck, my back is stiff. Musta slept wrong. It's a good thing I’m through with you for the day,” she says.

“Oh, that’s it?” Echo says, surprised. “I figured there'd be at least four more hours of work.”

“Nah, that’s all I can do for now. I gotta go dig for the last few bits I don’t have here, then you’ll be done with me before lunch tomorrow,” Shalka says, switching out his new arm for his old scomp link as she speaks.

“I’ll be done with you huh? Not the other way around?” Echo says, amused. Shalka stretches again, then gets to her feet, Echo following suit.

“Eh, I’m sure you’re tired of me by now. This has been a hell of a project. Pretty fuckin tough, but lucky for you, after spending a week with ya I think it’s worth it,” she says.

“Aw, are you getting sweet on me?” Echo says, chuckling. Shalka laughs loudly and genuinely before answering him.

“I think Sunshine would have something to say about that, but you’re not my type anyway. Never been into guys,” she says, shrugging. She walks to the door and Echo follows.

“Ooh, Tech will be disappointed,” Echo says, half-joking. She snorts at him.

“Hero, you really need to pay more attention. He ain’t interested in me,” she says. Echo shifts on his feet, remembering the brief conversation he and Crosshair had about you and Tech, then changes the subject.

“Well, speaking of finding things, I’m looking for another kind of specialist, think you’d be able to help me out?” he says as she leads him outside.

“‘Pends,” she says, locking up behind him. “Whatcha need?”

A loud speeder bike blows past, horn blaring, making their voices inaudible to anyone else on the street.

“Ooh, really? I know just the place; It’s near where I’m headed and Jyn owes me a favor anyway. I’ll give you a ride, c’mon,” she says, walking around to the back of the building. Echo is surprised by the offer, but keeps up with her. The two of them get into her open air speeder, its electric blue paint matching her cybernetic eye, then take off for a higher level of Coruscant.

The Jedi Library has no windows, but you can still tell that it’s been dark out for a few hours when you finally put your data pad away. Master Nu had given you three more data chips on top of the four you started with on day one, and you read every single word. However, to your disappointment but not surprise, you haven’t found anything, despite learning a lot about the Force. You make your way through the stacks and reach Master Nu near the terminals in the center of the room. You hand her the box of chips, and you must be wearing your frustration on your face, as she looks sympathetic.

“Still no luck?” she asks. You shake your head, and she continues: “That’s all we have I’m afraid; I’m sorry we couldn’t be of better help to you.”

“You’ve done more than enough, ma’am. Maybe I’m just not meant to know,” you say with a soft sigh.

“Perhaps, but don’t speak too soon; I’ll keep an eye out for anything else and have it ready for you here whenever you’re planetside,” she says.

“Oh, but you’ve already done so much,” you start to say but she holds up a hand and stops you.

“I’m doing the same for several others, it’s no trouble at all,” Master Nu says, smiling patiently at you. She walks you to the exit door, and before you leave, you make sure to thank her again and let her know how grateful you are for her help.

When you reach the hotel, you’re surprised to find that Echo is arriving at the same time. Noting how late it is, you ask if Tech had gone to Shalka’s with him again.

“No, he’s still on the damn ship,” he says, and you can’t help but sigh.

“Guess I should’ve listened to Crosshair and not bothered getting him his own room after all,” you say, rolling your eyes as you unlock your door. “Speaking of, have you seen Hunter or Wrecker lately? Last I remember was in the courtyard,” you say, frowning in thought as you step into the dark space.

“I haven’t, now that you mention it,” Echo says.

“They must be working on the ship too then,” you say, stepping out of your shoes.

“What the hell kind of modification is he doing, rebuilding half the damn thing?” Echo asks, somewhere between amused and exasperated as he methodically takes his kit off.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” a familiar voice says. You and Echo exchange a glance as Crosshair clicks the bedside light on.

“Usually I’m the last one in, you sneak her away without me?” he says, half-serious. You shake your head in response as Echo rolls his eyes.

“The mechanic needed me around longer this time for a last minute addition,” he says, covering for you and explaining where he’s been in one swoop. He then says he’s going to take a shower, slips into the refresher, shuts the door behind him, and leaves you and Crosshair alone.

Crosshair says nothing and instead focuses on you. Much like how you couldn’t get the zipper of your dress up in the morning, you can’t seem to pull it back down now. So, he moves to the edge of the bed and pulls you down into his lap.

His hands move slowly and he’s softly kissing along your spine as he pulls the zipper down. He then slips the garment off of you and tosses it over his shoulder before doing the same with your bra, leaving you stripped down to just your panties. The two of you settle back into bed against the headboard and he hooks a finger into the elastic and snaps it back against your hip, chuckling when you jump.

You kiss Crosshair and he pulls you into his lap again, but facing him, mouthing along your jaw just like he had this morning. He reaches your ear and murmurs “you’ve been a bad girl.” You barely suppress a shiver and decide to play along.

“Oh? What did I do?” you ask, giggling.

“You’ve been lying to me,” he says, and his voice goes flat.

Oh.

“I think you forgot that Tech put trackers into our comm units. So,” Crosshair continues, saying your real name and leaning back away from you. “What have you been doing with the Jedi this week?”

Shit.

You don’t want to lie to him again, but you also feel, deep in your bones, that you can’t tell him the truth either. Thinking quickly, you settle for something in the middle.

“General Skywalker asked me to do something for him after we got here,” you say, surprising yourself with how collected you sound, in stark contrast to the panic beginning to creep into your head.

“And you didn’t tell me because…?” Crosshair says, clearly skeptical.

“It's supposed to be ‘need-to-know’,” you say. Crosshair stares you down, but you don’t flinch.

“And Echo needed to know? He’s been covering for you,” he says.

“I was there when he spoke to her,” Echo says, dressed in a clean undersuit and startling you. You’d been so focused on this new problem that you didn’t hear him come back into the room. Crosshair doesn’t seem convinced.

“I know you don’t really trust me yet,” Echo says, looking Crosshair in the eye and squaring his shoulders as he folds his arms. “But are you honestly saying you don’t trust her?”

Crosshair suddenly blinks as if he’d been slapped again.

“I never said that,” he says, speaking quickly.

“It’s implied,” Echo says flatly before he catches your eye and makes a ‘what the hell?’ face at you. Before you can react to him, Crosshair sighs and gently takes your hand, recapturing your attention.

“I trust you with my life, Meds,” he says quietly.

“Well that’s good. I’d be a pretty shit medic otherwise,” you say, trying to ease the sudden tension. It seems to work when Crosshair rolls his eyes at you.

“Obviously, but you know that’s not what I meant,” he says. You meet his gaze and sense his sincerity and love, which sends a twist of guilt through your gut and up your spine.

“Did you say anything to the others?” you ask, ignoring the feeling and trying to figure out how much damage control you’ll need to do. Much to your relief, Crosshair shakes his head.

“I knew you had your reasons for not telling us,” he says. “But it’s been bothering me all day and I had to say something. I’m sorry.”

The guilt intensifies, making you nauseous, but you don’t show it. Instead, you lean forward and gently cup the right side of his head. “I’m sorry too, Cross. More than you know,” you say, fighting back a lump in your throat as you softly kiss him.

“We should all be asleep,” Echo says before getting into bed on your left. Crosshair nods in agreement and clicks the light back off before you all lie down.

Thankfully he seems to fall asleep quickly.

After a few minutes, you roll over to look at Echo and find him wide awake. He takes your hand into his and jerks his head at the balcony. You shake your head, but tremble, your breath hitching. He suddenly pulls you tightly against his chest, wrapping his remaining arm around your shoulders and tucking your head under his chin. The tremble becomes a full-on shake and you hiccup, a few silent tears escaping your eyes.

“I don't want to keep lying to him,” you say, keeping your voice down, though with effort. “I can’t keep this up.” Echo runs his hand along the back of your head in a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine what this is like for you,” he says, also whispering.

“I hate this,” you say.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Crosshair was also awake, and he heard everything.

He silently leaves the bed and moves outside to the balcony. Rather than freezing and watching him go, you practically leap out of bed and throw on somebody's shirt before following. You find him outside, leaning on the half wall, staring down at the city below and pointedly not looking at you.

“Crosshair, whatever you’re thinking, I promise you, you’ve got it wrong,” you say as you step closer to him.

“So I’m wrong, thinking that you loved me?” he says, almost inaudible. You freeze and your jaw drops.

“What? No, no never, what are you talking about?” you ask, confused. Your hands shake as you move closer to him again.

“You just fucking said so. ‘I don’t want to keep lying to him,’ I’m not stupid,” he says, bitter.

“I wasn’t talking about you, or us!” you say, raising your voice, just enough to be noticeable, without meaning to. Crosshair turns towards you, your mind buzzes, and the hurt that crashes over you from him knocks you back a step. He doesn’t see this.

“Then what the hell were you talking about?” Crosshair says, his own voice getting louder.

You open your mouth to speak, but hesitate. Internally, you’re being pulled in two different directions. You can’t bring yourself to lie to him again, and you definitely don’t want things to deteriorate further, but something you now recognize as the Force is telling you, intensely enough to make your whole body tingle, not to say another word.

Crosshair notices your reluctance and scoffs at you before returning inside.

He’s barely two steps into the room when Echo, whom you both had temporarily forgotten about, snares Crosshair’s wrist, seething.

“You fucking hypocrite, don’t you dare walk away from her!” Echo shouts. At this, you hurry back inside.

“Echo, let him go!” you shout, and tears are rolling down your cheeks, but you no longer care. Echo steps away from Crosshair, who snatches his wrist back, but doesn’t move, instead staring at Echo with a scowl.

“Crosshair, please listen to me,” you say.

When he turns toward you and your eyes lock, another wave of hurt rolls over you, but this one is physically painful. It hurts enough to make you cry out and stumble; You trip over your own feet and land, hard, on the floor. Echo sees this and immediately rushes to your side, his anger at Crosshair overridden by his concern for you. He kneels beside you and asks what just happened.

“When he looked at me, I could feel-,” you say, breathing heavily and cutting yourself off as you hold your head with a hand. “Kriff, that hit me harder than you did,” you add without thinking.

“You did what?” Crosshair says, furiously advancing upon Echo, and they’re both squaring up. Before the two can come to blows, you force yourself between them.

“It’s nothing like that Crosshair,” you shout, desperate and exhausted.

“Then tell me what the fuck it is like!” Crosshair says, shouting back at you.

Echo suddenly grabs your shoulder and pulls you behind him as he snaps “she doesn’t have to tell you a goddamn thing!”

A sudden bolt of pain shoots through your head. You grab at it and hunch over, though neither of them see this.

“Like hell she doesn’t!” Crosshair says, and the two are now chest to chest, glowering at each other.

“Stop!” you shout, and in the split second it takes for you to straighten back up and look at them, Echo and Crosshair are suddenly and aggressively pushed apart by something unseen.

A ringing, stunned silence fills the air as the men stare at you from opposite sides of the room. After nearly a minute of standing frozen, Echo slowly approaches you.

“What the hell was that?” he says, shocked.

“I… I don’t know, that’s n-never happened before,” you say, shaking badly. Echo glances over at Crosshair, and you do the same. He’s staring at you, looking deeply confused and, if you didn’t know any better, scared. Echo returns his focus to you and speaks softly, though you can clearly hear the worry in his voice.

“Do you want to tell him?” he says. You’re continuing to watch Crosshair, debating with yourself. He takes a step backward, away from you, and your chest clenches, making your breath stutter for a moment.

‘To hell with the Force’, you decide.

“I do. I have to,” you say. “No hiding it now anyway.” Echo glances between the two of you, then gives you a pointed look, silently asking if you’re sure about this. You nod.

Crosshair sees and hears this and carefully moves a few steps closer to you. Meanwhile, Echo, in a move that makes absolutely no sense at all, slides your chrono off your wrist and walks backward enough to be noticeably out of arm's reach. He then holds his hand flat, palm up, setting the chrono there, and you suddenly understand.

“Is this really the time?” you say.

“Just show him,” Echo says, whispering. You feel a presence at your side and look to find Crosshair just a few feet away from you. He whispers your name, also worried for you.

You don’t answer him. Instead you take a deep breath, hold your arm in front of you, your palm out, and close your eyes. You focus on the object in Echo’s hand. After a few seconds, you feel something in the tips of your fingers; it’s the same odd buzzing sensation that you get in your mind when Sensing something. You focus more intensely, furrowing your brow, and after a few seconds, Echo curses under his breath.

You open your eyes and see the chrono hovering in midair a foot in front of you. You’re so surprised that your focus breaks and it falls, though Crosshair catches it before it hits the floor and gives it to you with shaking hands. He says nothing, only watching you. You slip it back on, then look into his eyes and sense a bizarre mixture of anger, relief, and shock coming from him. He’s staring like he’s never seen you before. You open your mouth to speak, but can’t form any words.

About an hour passes after Echo decides to give you two some space. He had gone into Crosshair’s adjoining room alone while the two of you sat on the bed with your backs against the headboard. You can’t help but notice how familiar this situation is, as you were in this exact spot only four days ago with Echo. The conversation passes quicker this time, since you don’t really need to go over Fives and what happened to him, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

Crosshair listens, silently, the entire time, and though you can sense his confusion dying down, he’s still hurt and angry. Having to look him in the eye and tell him just how much you lied about and how often is one of the most difficult things you’ve ever had to do, and your voice and hands shake. You pause for a moment to catch your breath, and he speaks for the first time since you both sat down.

“You’ve known for this long and didn’t tell me?” he asks.

“Crosshair, I am so fucking sorry,” you say, tears spilling down your cheeks again.

“Why?” he says, his voice almost inaudible. As much as you hated it when the two of you would get into shouting matches, this is so much worse. You wipe your eyes and try to explain the intense feeling of fear and uncertainty, the sense from the Force to keep it quiet, but you struggle to articulate it.

“I can’t really describe it; It’s like there was something in my head telling me what to do, and I couldn’t shake it. Even now it’s telling me to shut up,” you say, before falling silent again.

“And the Jedi? Were you really doing something for the General?” Crosshair asks. His tone is completely flat and his face is unreadable, but you can still sense the simmering anger he’s feeling. You take a second to think, wondering if you should tell him about how Fives plays into this. You don’t particularly want to, knowing that the subject usually brings you to tears, but you’ve been crying for a while already, and you want to be honest with Crosshair more. You take a shuddering breath, and tell him about everything else. The shared dream you and Echo experienced, your subsequent dreams and the strange event in the ship’s bunks before your last mission.

“I didn’t know where else to go and ask about it, and Anakin already sensed that something strange had happened. He got me into the archives and said I should let him know if I found anything,” you say. Your voice has become hoarse from overuse, and you sound similar to the way you did after the debacle with the bacta tank.

“So that wasn’t a lie?” Crosshair says, looking away from you.

“I swear to you, it wasn’t,” you say, turning your body towards him.

“And how am I supposed to believe you?” he says, getting to his feet and restlessly starting to pace around the room.

“Echo can back me up,” you say quietly, then shake your head at yourself. “But, I know that’s not what you asked. So, I… I guess you can’t believe me,” you admit. At this, Crosshair stops in place, his back to you.

“No, I guess I can’t,” he says, his words stinging you as you carefully walk towards him. You stop only a few steps away, and neither of you speak for some time.

“You want to know something?” he says. You remain silent, giving him the space to speak. “I don’t give a single fuck about any of that. I care that you lied to me. You lied to me and now I’m questioning everything you’ve ever told me,” he says.

“Which is more than fair, I understand. I’m so sorry, Crosshair, I know I’ll never be able to say it enough,” you say, inching closer to him. He doesn’t move away from you, but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Maybe not, but I know how you can start,” he says. You hear an unfamiliar tremor in his voice and hate yourself for putting it there.

“Say that you love me,” he says, finally turning around to look at you, startling you when you see a single tear slip from the corner of his eye. “I can accept you lying about everything else, but not that. Please.”

“Of course I do!” you say, not noticing your volume.

“Then tell me! Look me in the fucking eye and say it!” he says, raising his own voice.

“Crosshair, I-,” you start, but you remember Fives’ warning, and it holds you back. He notices, and the heartbreak in his eyes devastates you. He laughs without humor and shakes his head.

“Why did I expect anything else?” he says under his breath, defeated, then walks out of your room and into the hallway, not caring that he’s only got his undersuit on.

As he goes, it strikes you that this is familiar too. But it will be different this time; you’ll be damned if you’re going to just stand there and let anyone else walk away from you again. You yank on a random pair of your unwashed leggings, skip your shoes entirely, and go after him.

When you make it into the hallway, you glance at the lift and see that it hasn’t moved from this floor. That means Crosshair went out, not up, so you dash down the hall and into the lobby, ignoring the stares and muttering of everyone around you. You glance around the vicinity, and spot him outside through a window, where it looks like he’s hailing a cab. You curse under your breath and run out to stop him.

Outside in the brisk night air, you reach him at the same moment a taxi pulls over.

“Crosshair, wait!” you say, and grab him by the arm before he can get inside. He looks between your hand and your face, angry.

“Let go of me,” he growls, and tries to shake you off.

“No!” you shout, startling him. “I am so fucking sick of seeing the people I love leave me!”

This makes him freeze, and you know he’s picked up on what you just said. He looks over at you, the faintest trace of hope in his eyes as he says your name.

“Did you just-?” he asks, but you cut him off.

“Yes, god damn it! Crosshair, I love you, now get your ass back insi-,” you say, but don’t get the chance to finish your sentence before he’s grabbing you and crashing his lips into yours.

Earlier, Echo had been able to hear it when the two of you started getting loud again, and he automatically got to his feet, but stopped himself before he opened the door to the other room. You can handle yourself, he’s seen the evidence. However, when the door leading into the hall opens and slams shut, he’s already going through the connecting door. He sees you yank leggings on and run barefoot into the hall after Crosshair. Echo has no idea what to expect, so he quickly goes after you. You’re only a few meters ahead of him, so he’s close enough to see it when you grab Crosshair and stop him.

Echo also stops, but several steps back. Whatever was about to happen, he was sure you could deal with it, but he still stays close. When Crosshair suddenly grabs and kisses you, Echo breathes a heavy sigh of relief, then jogs back into the hotel, hoping that neither of you had seen him.

He’s able to return to your shared room and move onto the balcony about two minutes before you both come back inside. When he hears the entry door close, he turns around and finds the two of you already stripping as you stumble toward the bed. Echo goes inside, and you glance up at him, clearly unsure of whether you should stop or not. He continues to walk past and says he’s going to be in the other room tonight, if you need him. He steps through the door and shuts it behind him.

He leans back against it and runs his remaining hand down his face. You didn’t chase after him like that. At least, not that he knew about, he reminds himself. All the same, he’s starting to doubt the decision he’s made about you, until he remembers something else Crosshair had told him.

“I’m getting tired of picking up the pieces when you leave her,” he’d said, only a few days ago. If anyone knew what you’d done after he walked out, it would be Crosshair. Echo decides that the two of them need to talk tomorrow morning. He hears the sniper cry out your name, and something stirs in his groin, but Echo gets to his feet and decides to go up to the bar for at least an hour or two. Whatever was happening in the other room, he knew he wasn’t meant to listen in.

As you give in to Crosshair, the driver of the cab that had pulled over shakes his head in annoyance and drives off, but neither of you notice. In fact, it isn’t until a passing speeder’s exhaust loudly backfires that you both remember where you are. You break away from him, panting, and jerk your head back at the building behind you. The next thing you know, Crosshair has lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder before carrying you back inside as quickly as possible.

A few people wolf-whistle at the two of you as you pass back through the lobby, but your fleeting embarrassment is quickly replaced by desire when Crosshair sets you onto your feet and opens the door to your room. The door isn’t even completely closed before you’re back on him, the two of you pulling desperately on each other’s clothes and panting for breath between equally desperate kisses. You’re only aware of the bed once you both stumble and fall into it, but you pay it no mind and continue without pause.

You do pause, however, when you hear the sliding door to the balcony squeak open. You glance up and see Echo, then freeze, though Crosshair does not.

“I’ll be in the other room tonight, if you need me,” Echo says, walking past as if nothing is happening.

Once the other door clicks shut, you pull away from Crosshair and stand before you whip off your hastily borrowed shirt. He stays seated on the bed but moves to the edge of the mattress as he strips down entirely, watching you the entire time. You look down at his hard cock and bite your lip before straddling him. His hands automatically grip your hips, and you spit into your hand before you reach down and slowly start to pump away at him.

Crosshair’s needy moan is cut off when you kiss him deeply again, though you’re less frantic. He follows your lead and you slip into a slower pace, your voices and kisses growing softer, more sensual. He breaks away from you with an expression of complete adoration on his face that sends a familiar swooping sensation through your gut.

You lean in and kiss him again, then take a page out of his book, mouthing along his jaw and neck. Just to see what happens, you nip at his collarbone, and his hips jerk forward against your hand. You repeat this, using a little more pressure each time, until you’re eventually sucking a dark mark into the pulse point right under his jaw. His back arches and he moans a loud curse.

“Fuck,” he pants. “I can see why you like that so much,” he says before returning the favor and biting into your shoulder. When he does, your hand grips his cock tighter and he hisses through his teeth. His eyes meet yours, your mind buzzes again, and the feeling of need coming out of him makes you shiver. You softly kiss him, then slide backwards off of his legs and onto your knees. You nudge his thighs apart, and look up at him through your lashes as you take the head of his cock into your mouth, tracing circles around the slit with your tongue and sucking at it.

Crosshair cries out your name and you open wider, taking him further back and into your throat, your eyes never leaving his face. You start to quickly bob your head up and down, swallowing around him whenever your nose brushes against his pelvis. His hands grab either side of your head when you do this, though he’s keeping himself grounded, rather than holding you in place. You hum a few syllables that vaguely sound like his name, and his hips buck against your mouth. You do this a few times, fighting against your gag reflex, motivated to keep going by the absolutely sinful sounds he’s making as you move.

You hum, making his hips buck again, and when he does, you grab onto his hips and take his cock as far down as you can, swallowing around him and still never looking away. Crosshair curses, loudly, and his grip tightens on your head as his muscles lock. Knowing what this means, you stay put and suck every single solitary drop of cum out of him, making sure to swallow so that nothing goes to waste. He shivers, but you keep going, relishing in the way his body spasms, the way he pants and gasps your name, and you only release him when he pushes your head back and slips out of your mouth.

Once freed, Crosshair curses again and flops onto his back, still gasping and resting his forearm over his eyes. You can’t help but giggle at him as you get to your feet and stand back up. He tries to speak normally but nothing comes out. You duck into the kitchenette and chug down a glass of cool water, then refill it and sit back onto the bed next to him, careful not to spill anything.

“You okay?” you ask, half-serious. Crosshair props himself up on an elbow with a grunt and gratefully takes the glass from you.

“Small sips,” you remind him, and he rolls his eyes but does as he’s told. Once the glass is drained he hands it back to you. You stand to put it away, but his sudden, strong grip on your free hand stops you. You set the glass down somewhere and squeak in surprise when he yanks you down on top of him, chest to chest. He kisses you, and when he pulls away, shakes his head incredulously at you.

“You,” he says, still breathing heavily, “are going to be the death of me, kitten.”

“I hope not,” you say, kissing him back. You realize something and can’t help but laugh a little. Crosshair looks at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Just thinking,” you say, speaking softly. “It was only a few weeks ago that I thought you hated me.”

At this, he grabs you by the shoulders and rolls the two of you over to where he’s hovering over you.

“That’s never been true,” he says, and you sense a faint twinge of regret in his voice. Before you can react, his lips are on yours again and you can feel everything he’s never been able to properly say to you in the way his hands map out your curves and roam your body. You pull back, albeit reluctantly, then sigh as you hold him close and the two of you press your foreheads together.

“I know. You don’t have to apologize again,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You then try and fail to hold back a wide yawn, leaning away from him as you do.

“You can’t be tired already?” Crosshair says in disbelief.

“Sorry,” you say, yawning again. “I guess taking a lot out of you took a lot out of me.” Crosshair stares at you for a second, then laughs, reminding you how much you love the sound.

A few minutes later, after you’ve both used the refresher, you climb back into bed and settle on your sides under the duvet, your legs entangled and your arms holding one another as tightly as possible.

“I love you, hotshot.”

A chuckle in the dark, warm breath on your skin.

“I know, kitten.”

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