#but he hasn't consciously caught onto that fact yet

[glomscrooge]

I understand why people carry dt17 scrooge's teasing into glomscrooge content based on the show, but please consider how embarrassing it would be for him to admit that he likes this glomgold. I'd kill myself honestly

[fennelwrites]

Part 2 of reader who can talk to Pokémon please!!!!!!!

(a/n: HI HELLO I'M NOT DEAD i say despite having said exactly that last time oops

but um. yeah idk i wanted to write again and i had the bug so i'm here now oopsie! idk if i'll ever have a consistent schedule again but i did finish something for the first time in a while so here you get Content

also. thank you all for your patience with me. i am sorry it has taken me literal years to get to requests but i promise you they are in progress and i have not given up on them, so i hope you haven't either!! i still love this little scrinkle scrunkle and i hope he hasn't faded from your consciousnesses yet

anyway enjoy the fic uwu)

You leaned against the smooth surface of the Mossy Rock, waiting for a familiar head of blond hair to appear. Around you, the Buneary gave you a wide berth, but you heard them gossipping about you from afar. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore them, even as they snarked about Volo’s outfit.

Your visits to the Mossy Rock had almost become weekly occurrences at this point. At first, you thought he might not come back, but lo and behold, he’d arrived with his Pokemon in tow. Now, you spent most of your time here. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something that drew you to the place. Drew you to Volo. Perhaps it was the fact that you’d felt understood for the first time in years, the first time you’d felt like that weight was lifted off of your shoulders.

You knew it was a little foolish, but you hoped Volo felt that way too. 

Sure enough, a few moments after you’d gotten yourself settled in the grass, the gentle, delicate chirps of a Togekiss heralded Volo’s arrival. He smiled at you as he approached, the angelic Pokemon flying low over his head. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” he greeted, sitting down next to you. “I wasn’t,” you replied, smiling softly. “How was the trip?”

As time passed, you talked about all sorts of things, from the weather in the Highlands to the Starly passing overhead. Volo had made a little home for himself just outside the Obsidian Fieldlands, far enough away from Jubilife Village that he wouldn’t be seen but close enough to take advantage of the region’s naturally fair weather. He’d given you the rough location so that you could come see him when you next had time off, an outing you eagerly looked forward to.

Ever so slowly, the sun made its way across the sky, and it painted the Heartwood in soft dusty pinks by the time you came to a natural pause in conversation. All around, you could hear gentle whispers and chirps of the forest Pokemon, going about their lives with their usual hustle and bustle. There were many of them, but you’d gotten used to tuning them out so they weren’t overwhelming.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Volo’s slate gray eyes locked onto you, and you turned. “Something the matter?”

Volo was silent for a moment before looking out to the forest. “You’re hearing them, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “Nothing special. Just…them going about their lives, you know?”

“Right…” Volo trailed off, finding something transfixing about the dirt.

You furrowed your brow, looking at Volo with concern. “Is everything okay?”

He didn’t respond right away; for a moment, you worried you’d overstepped some unspoken boundary. Then, finally, he spoke. “Did…my Pokemon ever say anything about me?”

This caught your attention as well as Togekiss’s; the avian Pokemon chirped once, looking at her Trainer with a concerned look that matched your own. You hummed, thinking about it. “Well… I always remember them being very grateful when you made them dinner.”

Volo laughed, the sound a little bitter as it left his lips. “That’s it?”

“I can’t remember right now, I’m sorry,” you replied, suddenly feeling quite sheepish. 

“No, no, it’s alright…” Volo sighed, looking back at you. “I was just curious to know…how they felt about me.”

There was something nervous in his eyes, something desperate. You recognized it from his expression at the temple, when he shouted questions into the silent heavens. This expression wasn’t nearly as intense, but it carried the same undercurrent; Volo wanted to be seen. Recognized.

No, more than that. Volo wanted, desperately, to have someone care about him.

You sat up, looking at Togekiss. “Well, let’s ask, then,” you said simply, drawing Volo’s attention. “Togekiss, how do you feel about Volo?”

Almost immediately, Togekiss launched into an animated spiel about her Trainer, almost too quickly for you to keep up. You were able to catch most things, though; she talked at length about how well Volo cared for her and her teammates, how passionate he was about everything he did, how he spoke, how he walked, everything. Volo gazed at her with wide eyes, darting back to you for interpretation every so often. You did your best to translate everything she said, trying to catch sentence fragments and missed words as much as you could.

Finally, Togekiss tired herself out, and you and she both let out an exhausted sigh. Volo simply stared between the two of you, not saying anything for a long while. Then, finally, he looked at Togekiss with wide, watery eyes.

“You…really think all that?”

Togekiss’s firm nod needed no translation; she nuzzled up against her Trainer with a soft coo. Volo held his Pokemon tightly, and you saw a few tears glistening in the early evening light. You watched the scene with a smile on your face, a warm feeling blossoming in your heart. To use your ability for good like that… It felt fulfilling. Inspiring. Like it was more of a blessing than a curse.

Volo turned back to you, his eyes still glistening with a few unshed tears. “Thank you… I’d been doubting how my Pokemon felt about me recently. I wasn’t sure they actually liked me, or if they wanted to be my allies…” He smiled at Togekiss again, who chirped happily. “Now I know, though.”

You nodded. “I’m happy to help. Besides, seeing you smile like that makes it worth it.”

Volo’s face flushed, and he glanced to the side. “Oh, surely you don’t think that…”

You shook your head. “I’m serious.” And you were; you hadn’t thought about it for a bit, but you’d only ever seen a real, genuine smile from Volo once or twice. Almost everything prior to the temple had been behind a mask, a façade designed to keep you guessing. But this…this was real.

You didn’t think you’d ever tire of it.

Volo gazed up at the sky, one of those rare genuine smiles gracing his lips. The sun had just about set, and the sky seemed to glow with soft purples and blues. “It’s getting late,” he mused. “I should be heading back… And they’ll probably be wondering where you are, too.” 

You nodded, going to stand up before offering a hand. He took it, his grasp firm and his smile one of renewed confidence. You smiled right back at him. “Same time tomorrow?”

Volo nodded firmly, and Togekiss chirped happily.

“Same time tomorrow.”

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Silvery Moon - A Top Gun Werewolf AU

Goose is a werewolf. This hasn't caused him a lot of grief until one particular full moon. He had to cancel his date with Carole and she wasn't happy. Will he be able to make her believe he's a werewolf?

Or

Goose is a puppy and Carole is oblivious.

Words: 3200

I had this idea a while ago but due to Halloween and @forsty 's werewolf au, I posted it now

The first thing he saw as he regained consciousness was the full moon. Reflections of the light on the water rippled with the gentle tide. It shone light across the sky. A beacon that couldn't be blocked out by the Annapolis skyline. He felt called to its light. The urge to howl was strong within his gut but he had to resist. He couldn’t get caught here, the Naval Academy wasn't too fond of dogs.

Over the six months he'd been at the academy, he’d never gotten caught on a full moon. There had been a few close calls, a few times when his wolf urges had gotten the better of him, but nothing too dangerous. The more dangerous part was the fact that he would turn back completely naked, something that had gotten increasingly more annoying now he was turning beside the bins near the entrance to the campus.

But there was no point dwelling on that. Tonight he had a mission. He needed to get to Carole's apartment. This full moon had been one of his first that had actually inconvenienced him. They'd planned a date, dinner and a movie, maybe they'd go back to her place. She'd mentioned that her roommate was out specifically tonight and they hadn't taken that step yet. 

Then he checked his calendar. The words 'Full Moon' in large letters made his heart drop. Carole had been more than pissed at him dropping her with no explanation. His only defence was that telling her of his lycanthropy would only serve to annoy her, it didn't exactly sound realistic, more like a pathetic excuse not to see her.

But tonight he was going to change that. What better way to convince her that he was a werewolf than showing her?

Walking away from the bins, he made his way onto the emptier streets just outside the campus. Night was heavy and hung around him. Couples walked together, their hands dancing with each other's. Joggers letting out short breaths and dog walkers passed him by. Another wolf urge rippled through him. He was bigger than their dogs, his teeth were sharper, his body stronger but he fought down the urge. He had a mission to go on.

~~~

Carole's apartment building didn't stand out against the others in the area. Red cobbled roads that melded with the sidewalks. Amber lighting glowing through condensated windows. Wooden cladded houses of various different colours, not that he could see these colours.

That was one of the main things he had to adjust to was how his eyes worked in his wolf form. Dogs didn't see colour the way humans did. It took a lot of time for him to get used to only seeing greyscale with occasional blue and yellow.

The building wasn't very tall for an apartment building. Only four stories with two apartments on each floor with a tough landlady to boot, one that didn't allow pets of any kind. How he was going to avoid her he didn't know. There was only one way to find out.

He ran to the door and balanced on his hind legs. The door was obviously heavy for a wolf, and without opposable thumbs it was even harder to open it. After scrabbling with the handle for a while, he managed to poke his nose through the door and finally make a big enough gap for him to squeeze through. 

Now to get to her apartment, he thought. His eyes flicked between the landlady's office, and adjoined apartment. One wrong move, one noise too loud and he'd be out. Although, he didn't know why it seemed so all or nothing to him. Perhaps it was in his dog brain kicking in.

He reached her door and came across a problem. He'd thought of how he was going to get here and what he would do once inside, but skipped over how he was going to get inside. Barking would work. Barking would also alert the landlady that he was there. What to do?

An idea popped into his head. He let out a whine and waited a few seconds. No response. He let out another one and still nothing. If he was human still, he would’ve let out a sigh. He didn't want to ruin her door but it was the only way to get her attention.

Whining a little louder, he began to scratch at the door. For a few moments there was still no response, until he took a moment to stop and heard her feet rushing to the door.

The door opened swiftly, her eyes scanning above him where she was probably expecting to see someone pushing junk mail or selling something. Then her gaze dropped on him and his tail wagged of its own accord. He began to pant, sticking his tongue and trying to make her see that it was him.

"Hi," she said, her voice soft. "Who do you belong to?"

She crouched down and checked his neck for a collar. The way her hands rubbed along his fur felt divine. Yet, now she was closer, he saw the whites of her eyes had turned a watery red. Oh god, he thought, he’d made her cry.

He pushed into her hand and tried to make his way into her apartment. She held him back by the scruff of his neck and let out a weak laugh.

"Sorry, bud, no dogs allowed here."

He whined again and gave her puppy dog eyes. She rubbed the spot between his ears, golden sparkles seemed to run through him. Why did touch feel so much better in his wolf form?

"I'm sorry, it's not my rule, my landlady's pretty harsh and I need this apartment."

He continued with the eyes. Her hand moved to scratch under his chin and his tail wagged quicker.

"Okay, maybe for a little while, it is getting pretty late and I wouldn't want you getting cold, despite that thick fur."

He almost jumped up in the air with delight. She stood behind him, hurrying him inside while looking around just in case her landlady had been summoned upon the very idea of bringing an animal inside her apartment.

Now he was inside, he shook off the cold from outside. Her apartment was so comfortable. A hand knitted quilt on the sofa, books on the coffee table, a small square television in the corner next to a potted flower and a bookcase. 

"I mean, you're lucky I'm even here to bring you inside, I was meant to be on a date but-" she trailed off and looked away. "But he cancelled without a reason, and I thought he was one of the good ones."

A whine escaped him without him knowing. He adored Carole. Seeing how he'd hurt her made his heart ache. Now was the time to show her he hadn't given up. He trotted over to the coffee table and saw the picture of them on their first date. Maybe this was how he could show her he was a werewolf?

She turned around and saw him holding the picture in his mouth. He met her at the sofa as she took it from his slobbery grasp. For a second, he thought he heard her gasp at the size of his teeth.

"That's him," she lay her eyes on their smiling faces in the photo. "That's the dick."

He lay his head on her thigh, her hand scratched his ear without thinking and he had to force himself to pay attention because the feeling of her fingers running through his fur was devine. Flashes of her giving him tummy rubs came into his mind. 

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She said. "Are you paying attention at all?"

He pulled away and sat bolt upright. She chuckled, patting the sofa next to her. He jumped up, perhaps a little too eagerly but he couldn’t deny that cuddles from Carole felt amazing, in wolf or human form.

Once he'd shuffled around, he settled his head in her lap. The television played something mindless in the background as she sipped the dregs of her tea. Her hands tangled knots in the longer tufts of fur on his head.

"I know you're probably wondering why it's such a shock he's done this, if he's cancelled so quickly, why didn't I realise before?" She sighed. "But that's because he's been so dedicated throughout all of our relationship, and even before when we were both just crushing hard on each other."

"We've been planning this night for so long, he's in the Naval Academy you see, can't just come round any time he wants, and then he calls me today with some lame excuse that he can't make it and when I asked him why he just said he couldn't, 'Navy Stuff' he said."

She huffed and scratched his head a bit harder, not too hard though, "And he said it like I don't know anything about the navy, which I admit I don't know much, but I know that he doesn't have to work that Saturday and he specifically turned down invitations to hang out just so we could spend the evening together."

"I just feel like a fool."

Nick whined and sat up. Eye to eye with her, he could see the shiny film of tears over her eyes. Red streaks seared her cheeks. He licked her face and watched her giggle at how he snorted from the horrible taste of makeup and salty tears. 

"But that's enough about me, what about you, huh?" She used both hands to rub his face, his tail thumped against the sofa. "You don't have a collar and you're out this late at night, huh?"

He closed his eyes and momentarily forgot his goal. The dog part of his brain took over, just focusing on the way her hands squished his face and scratched his fur.

"You a stray?"

He tried to nod but couldn’t to the degree he wanted. Instead, he opened his eyes and stared straight into her crystal blue ones. 

"Is that a yes? Because I don't know who could leave you behind, you're so damn cute," she smiled.

He rolled over and raised his arms, blinking at her with puppy dog eyes. He'd never acted like this before. Full moons meant loads of energy and a heightened sense of anxiety that he had to force under control. But tonight all he could think about was how amazing her petting felt. Truly, his dog brain was taking over.

"Oh, you want belly rubs do you?" She teased.

He whined at her, blinking again and wiggling closer to her. If every full moon with her was like this then he may even start to look forward to them.

"Because I can do belly rubs,"

She rolled up her sleeves and lay her hands on his belly. Part of him got the urge to grab it, but he fought it away. A wolf brain also meant wolf instincts sprouting ideas in his head.

She rubbed her hands side to side, starting at the top, near his chin, and making her way downwards before returning back up and starting again. His mind started to drift. His eyes closed and a happy whine left him. 

Opening his eyes again, he saw her yawn. The nocturnal nature of wolves helped him stay up all night, but she was human. And humans weren't really nocturnal. Or at least not the ones he knew.

She sighed and slowed her hands. Instead of rubbing him, she scratched under his chin absentmindedly.

"I wish I could keep you, I really do," she said. "But I can't, I'll get evicted and I kind of need somewhere to live. I can't be a stray."

He sat up, flopped his head on her shoulder and whined. He knew this was just her speaking to what she thought was a stray dog, but he couldn’t help but draw parallels to their current situation. All he wanted to do was talk to her about this but that would have to wait until the morning.

"I'll take you to a shelter tomorrow, a good one," she kissed his forehead and if he could, he knew he'd be blushing.

They settled down again, resting her head on his. Rain had begun to fall outside, battering against the window and making him appreciate the warmth of her apartment. He felt her sagging against him. The clock told him it was past eleven and he'd had a full day. Maybe he could just curl up into her side and fall asleep, just for a while, the last thought on his mind being of how he'd never felt this calm on a full moon

~~~

As the dawn sun shone through the blinds, he awoke, noting the crick in his neck. The ache almost made him feel like he was fifty, how the hell would he cope then if he couldn't even sleep one night on a sofa he didn't know? This is why sofas weren't made for sleeping, he thought.

Wait, who's sofa was he on again? His eyes snapped open. Morning disorientation made his head spin as he pinpointed the cosy features of Carole's living room. If he was here, then this must be her lap he's laying on. And sure enough, looking up, it was her he saw.

Her raggled hair sticking up all over the place. Light snores drifted softly through the air as she slept with a parted mouth. Her face was smooth and unworried, her head resting on her hand as her chest rose and fell. 

She was so beautiful. If he could explain himself for ditching their plans, he'd be sure to marry her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, however long or short that was.

For a moment, he was so engrossed in the domesticity of the morning, he didn't see her eyes flick open. Didn't see her scan the room and notice him, didn't notice the brief moment when she saw him but it hadn't clicked that he hadn't been there when she fell asleep. But then the other shoe dropped.

"Nick?" She exclaimed.

She darted up, throwing him off her lap and jumping out of her seat. She settled across the other side of the room from him, her eyes glaring confused at him.

"How did you get in here? Where did that dog go?" She said, her voice raising. "And why the hell are you naked?"

He looked down at himself and indeed found himself naked as the day he was born. Moving his hands over his privates, he damned himself for always forgetting that he turned back naked. Now he really had some explaining to do, might as well rip off the band-aid.

"I was the dog!"

She relaxed from her action stance. Cocking her head to the side, she raised an eyebrow. Her eyes scanned the room, probably looking for any sign of the dog. Believing he was a werewolf wasn't exactly easy.

"Don't shit me, Bradshaw, werewolves aren't real," she said. "How did you get in here, and why, the fuck, are you naked?"

He smiled, her face contorted more, his grin wasn't going to help, "But I was, honey, ask me anything about that night that only the dog would know and I'll answer it."

She squinted at him. Her nose scrunched and his heart fluttered. Despite the palpable tension, she didn't stop looking adorable.

"Okay," she started slowly. "What did the dog look like?"

"Long brownish-blond fur, bright brown eyes, kinda big, bigger than a normal dog but not too big to raise suspicion."

She seemed taken aback but continued, "What was the first thing I said to the dog?"

"Inside the apartment or outside?"

"Outside."

He thought for a moment. He may be a navy guy but he didn't have a perfect memory, even if it was just the night before.

"You said 'Hi, who do you belong to?' then told me no dogs were allowed, then after I tried to get in anyway you told me it was your landlady's rule." He said, he might as well recount everything, maybe she'd believe him quicker. "I came in, you told me you had a date but I cancelled, I tried to show you a picture of us to make you realise it was me but no luck"

"You told me your side of things, how we'd planned our date for so long and I'd just ditched you at the last minute without an explanation," his voice lowered as he looked at her with guilt in his eyes. "You told me that you felt like a fool."

Carole had frozen. Her mouth was agape as all anger was lost from her frame. She shook her head slightly, her eyes shimmering with disbelief.

"Then you asked me where I was from, decided I was a stray and told me after I whined that you couldn't keep me." He said. "You gave me belly rubs, which felt amazing by the way, all your scratches did, and then decided that you'd take me to a shelter today. Then we fell asleep and now we're here."

Carole gulped, blinked a few times and unfroze. Her hands clenched and unclenched. Nick saw this as a good time to grab one of the quilts off the sofa and wrap it around his body.

Carefully, he edged his way towards her. Their foreheads bumped as she smiled at her. She could never fail to make him smile. There was too much of her to love sometimes, she filled his heart almost to bursting and made it hard to concentrate. He'd actually had more than a few comments recently that he looked lovesick.

She stroked the light stubble along his jaw. Although he was stark naked, he felt a rush of warmth flood through him by her touch.

"You're the dog."

"I'm the dog," he said, then corrected himself. "Well, wolf really, a werewolf to be exact."

She cradled his face and kissed his nose. A small grin rose up on her face. Sleepy filled eyes broke with happiness.

"Why didn't you just tell me that?"

"Would you have believed me?"

She shook her head, "So, a wolf, huh?"

She led him to her bedroom. Fatigue had started to kick in. His wolf form may be nocturnal but his human one sure wasn't. He hoped she wasn't in the mood for something more but he doubted it, there wasn't the right feeling in the air. All he wanted now was to get into his pyjamas and sleep cuddled up in her arms. 

"How'd that happen then?"

He chuckled to himself, "That's a long story."

"Well, we've got all day, how about we have that date now?"

He caught up to her and pulled her in his arms. She fit so well. He lifted the quilt over her so they were shrouded like caterpillars in a cocoon together.

"I love that idea,"

They kissed as they fell on the bed. He may not want sex, he thought, but he could spend eternity in her arms.

This was going to be a 5 + 1 but I didn't want to start something I didn't have time to finish before posting so here is this fic. In this AU, Goose, Mav, Slider, Wolfman, Rooster, Bob, Coyote and Payback are all werewolves. Also Goose realises that he just wants cuddles from Carole and don't we all?

Thank you for reading!

[sameheart-sameblood]

All To Myself

(gif by @captainrexs​)

pairing: captain rex x f!reader

summary: bath time with rex usually means trying to get him to relax, but tonight it's your turn to let him help you out

words: 3.1 k

warnings: 18+, smut, bathtime shenanigans (f receiving), rex being the giver we all know he is

a/n: this is purely self-indulgent as i love baths. i would give up all my earthly possessions to take one with rex. this is my first attempt at smut (which is probably obvious lol). kind of didn’t want to release this but got tired of it staring at me whenever i opened word

read on ao3!

Your evenings were usually spent alone. At first, that had bothered you. Rex had come into your life and you wanted nothing more than to be in his presence. The calmness and kindness he exuded was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. Being around him made you crave his presence all the more, like spice coursing through your system. You knew his job meant he was needed off planet most of the time. But was it really too much to ask that you see him occasionally while he was back on Coruscant? 

As your relationship went on, you got used to it. Being numb to the canceled dinners and missed special occasions was just what seemed in store for someone who loved a captain in the GAR. Which is why you barely batted an eyelash when he had commed you earlier in the day, rushing an apology about not being able to see you that evening. You might be resigned to the fact that Rex’s life was his job but it still didn’t make it easier to stomach the thought of another night alone. 

The two of you had planned an evening on the town, dinner and dancing. Well, at least you dancing while Rex swayed self-consciously next to you. He hated it and yet he never tried to talk you out of going. It was one of the many things you loved about him. It was these things you remembered when your loneliness got the best of you. So what if Rex couldn’t always be around? Whenever he was with you he made you feel like the only person in the world. 

You contemplate calling your friends to see if they’d like to join you for your planned activities. But you’re feeling sorry for yourself and if you can’t be with Rex, then you’d rather just be by yourself. You decide to keep things simple and take a bath. The thought instantly puts you in a better mood. It’s one of your favorite past-times. 

******

When Rex had first seen your bath routine, he’d been in shock. As someone who was usually only afforded about two minutes to bathe, the thought of taking an hours long bath blew his mind. You’d insisted he try it for himself. He watched as you drew him a bath of his own, adjusting the temperature just right and properly dissolving a few handfuls of epsom salts. 

Before leaving him, you’d dimmed the lights, lit a few sweet smelling candles and turned on some light background music. Lowering himself into the tub, Rex thought the experience might be alright. But after a minute, he was ready to get out. He had tried to understand it, really he had. But as someone always on the go, he couldn’t easily relax, constantly fighting the feeling he should be doing something. 

He didn’t begrudge you taking your baths. After all, he saw how happy they made you and he wanted nothing more than to see you content. But for a soldier, the experience felt like an indulgence he didn’t deserve. 

He had shyly called you back into the bathroom. “I don’t think I’m doing it right, love.” You’d gone in to find him sitting there, looking confused, as if expecting something more to happen. “There’s no wrong way to take a bath, Rex.” Sitting down next on the edge of the porcelain, you’d motioned for him to keep trying. He’d sat back, shoulders tensed towards his ears, staring straight ahead, eyes wide, his whole body on alert. 

You had to stifle a laugh as you watched. “Ok, apparently you have found a wrong way to take a bath.” He’d looked so forlorn at his failure that you had no choice but to shed your clothes and get in, taking a more hands on approach to showing him how to relax. He’d liked baths much more after that…

******

Easing yourself into the water makes you instantly relax. Knowing you’ll most likely spend the rest of the night in here, you make sure to get everything prepared that you might need. Feeling cheeky, you also bring over of your favorite vibrator. You’re not going to be getting any from Rex tonight, so might as well try to have some fun. 

You get to catch up on the book you’re reading, feeling satisfied when you finish the last page. Settling back, you let your mind wander, hands playing at the surface of the water. An accidental glide over your breast sparks something in your belly. You pause, then do it again, imagining it’s Rex’s larger, calloused hand teasing you. You grab the vibrator, placing it next to you. 

Before you delve in, you turn the water on to return some of the warmth the bath has lost. 

Over the roar of the tap, you don’t hear the door open. Someone clears their throat and you whip your head towards the noise. Rex greets you, shoulders slumped with fatigue. “Sorry, love, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

And you must look scared too, you’re eyes double their usual size. You glance at the vibrator, wondering if you have time to hide it. Rex isn’t against your use of toys, in fact he encourages them. But you’re still embarrassed at being caught just about to put it to use. He follows your eyes, his own widening slightly. 

“Ah, so it was going to be that kind of bath?” He chuckles, expression darkening slightly as you squirm under his gaze. He just stands there, looking at you. Oh, he’s actually expecting an answer. “Well, I just figured, you weren’t going to be home, and I was bored and lonely and…” 

You’re rambling now but you can’t stop, even as you watch him slowly remove his armor. He does so tantalizingly slow, nodding along with mock sympathy as you continue. 

“I thought I would be alone for the night and I missed you so much, Rex, honey, I miss you.” 

His face softens at your wavering tone, your sincerity written all over your face. He finishes stacking his armor neatly in the corner. “I missed you too.” He strips out of his blacks, folding them as you openly gawk at him. He allows himself a smirk at your neediness. Finally ridding himself of his clothing, he kneels down next to the bath. He runs his thumb over your cheek. “I’m here now. You don’t need to be lonely anymore.”

That night you had first introduced him to proper bath-time, you’d sat behind him, guiding him on just how to really relax. But tonight, he wants you to be taken care of. He motions for you to scooch forward, then sinks in behind you, groaning softly. You settle into each other, just reveling in the closeness for a moment.

Rex exhales a ragged breath and you feel some of the tension go out of his body. “Tough day?” He pulls you closer, your back pressed to his chest. “Just the usual. Nothing I can’t handle.” You know him well enough now to hear the pain in his tone. He feels you tense, knowing you want to ask him to elaborate, always trying to solve his problems. Rex rubs your arms slowly, soothing you “Not to worry. Everything’ll be fine.”

Rex’s hands continue their hypnotic rubbing. Up and down, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You allow yourself to relax once again but don’t let the matter drop. “You had a long day, Rex. Let me help you unwind.” You try and get out of the bath so you can switch places. But he’s having none of it. He holds you gently in place. “Taking care of you will help me relax, love.”

When you had first gotten together and he would say these kinds of things to you, it was hard to believe him. Could he truly be this selfless? It felt in some way like you were taking advantage of him. As your relationship progressed, you’d come to see that he truly meant things like that. Rex had many love languages but his favorite was acts of service.

Sighing in defeat, you settle back against him. He chuckles at your small sounds of mock protest. Rex nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling your familiar scent of pine and Alderaanian blossoms. For a moment, he breathes you in, forgetting about the world. But as his eyes slowly open, he’s greeted by the sight of your long abandoned vibrator. Rex reaches for it, toying with it. You see what he’s doing and turn towards him. “It’s ok. I’m fine. Let’s just lay here.” 

Your captain may be tired but he’ll be damned if he doesn't fall asleep knowing you've been satisfied. “That’s right. You just lay there. Let me do the work.” The tiny thing clicks on, a buzzing filling the room. Rex lowers it into the water, the vibrations sending out tiny ripples. He pauses hovering above where you need him most. 

“What do you think of when you use this?” You’re so caught off guard by the question that you only let out a confused garble. He gives your thigh a squeeze, chuckling at the state you’re already in. “I haven’t even started yet, love. Use your words.”

After that, there’s no hesitation. “You.” The word comes out in a needy rasp. Rex is right. He hasn't even touched you yet and your body is already wound up so tightly in anticipation that you’re sure you might combust at any moment. “It’s always you, Rex.” You can’t see but his face softens, still so surprised someone would ever care for him like that. 

He rewards you with a lingering kiss on your shoulder and lowers the toy to your already swollen clit. You jolt at the sensation, body automatically trying to get away from it. Rex’s free arm tightens around you, forcing you to stay still and power through the first few seconds of overstimulation. You’re still whimpering, but you soon relax, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. 

He studies your face, your eyes screwed tight and mouth slightly agape. “Is this what you needed?” All you can do is nod but he prompts you to continue, rubbing the vibrator slowly up and down through your folds. Gasping at the new sensation, your eyes pop open to meet his. “I-I…” The arm that had been holding you tightly against him loosens. His hand moves to your breast, massaging gently.

It’s been so long since you’ve had time to take things this slow. Usually he’s only got a few minutes free, leaving time for a rushed rendezvous and nothing more. But tonight you have him all to yourself. No comms beeping to steal his attention, no duty calling him away. It’s as if there’s nothing outside of these four walls and you know it’s an opportunity that won’t come along often. 

Your head lolls to the side as he continues his ministrations. The coil in your belly is tightening quickly but you fight against it, needing something different. Your voice eventually resurfaces, your words on the tail end of a moan. “I- I need you!” Urging life back into your limbs that have since turned to jelly is difficult. But you manage to move your hand to cover his, clicking off the vibrator. 

Rex stills for a moment, trying to figure out what he’s done wrong. Turning your head to look at him, you see his confusion. You reach up to stroke his face, eyes pleading with him. After a moment, you see him understand. It’s something you always want, without fail. He smiles down at you, leaning over you to gently press his lips to yours. 

The vibrator is quickly abandoned on the side of the tub. With both hands free, Rex can really touch you, hands roaming about at his leisure. You sigh contently as his rough fingers trail along the sides of your body, then upwards to tease your nipples. The embers in your belly that had dimmed slightly are now burning brightly once again. He senses this and lowers a hand to your clit. 

At first, he just runs his fingers through your folds. He doesn’t mean to tease, he just hasn’t been able to feel you, to truly appreciate you in so long. But your whine pulls him out of his trance and he begins to rub circles that leave you gasping for air. He begins slowly, making sure you're happy with the direction things are going. 

Rex holds in his chuckle as he peers down at you. Your head has once again tipped back against him. But now, your face has gone slack, no tightness or tenseness to be found. Only pleasure. His free hand moves between your breasts, squeezing, massaging and tugging, making sure neither is neglected. He sees just how much your chest is heaving and decides to give you your reward. You’ve been so patient for him. 

His hand tugs at your thigh, pulling you out of your daze. “What are you - “ He lifts your leg and hooks it over the edge of the tub, spreading you wider for better access. You moan pitifully as the hand that had been rubbing circles delves back in. There’s so much more of you he can touch now and it makes you tremble. He beams down at you proudly, seeing how much this slight change is bringing you closer to the edge. 

You're tensing under him, back beginning to bow. Your sudden movement brings attention to his erection that’s been slowly growing. He can’t help when he automatically begins to grind against you. But Rex knows you well enough now to realize he only has a few more seconds before you're toppling into oblivion. His release can wait. 

Abandoning your breast, his hand slides up to your neck, applying the slightest pressure. You keen at the feeling. It’s not a show of dominance. It’s Rex reminding you that he’s there for you, a comforting presence that makes you feel perpetually taken care of. 

You twist your neck so you can gape up at him. The hand on your clit continues it’s work, doubling down its efforts. Throughout the experience, you’d been gripping the sides of the tub for dear life. But now, you bring one up to cover Rex’s hand that’s enclosed around your neck. Even through your haze of lust, your heart aches at the pure love radiating from his eyes. 

You're too far gone, unable to form words. All you can do is moan and hope he can decipher it. If you weren't in such a compromising position you would have to laugh. Asking someone to be able to decipher your desires without words. But thankfully Rex knows you like the back of his hand. He knows what you're asking, what last thing you need to make you let go. Loosening his grip on your neck, he uses it to hold your face, crashing your lips together. 

The kiss doesn’t break, even as you writhe under him. You try to turn away from him as you come, but he holds you to him, needing to feel you as much as you needed to feel him. The water is sloshing over the sides of the tub, your once full bath almost halfway empty. Rex breaks the kiss, letting the aftershocks of your release play out. 

He rubs soothingly against your thighs, watching as you twitch. You collapse onto him, finally beginning to break through the fog. The ability to form a coherent sentence seems to have left you. All you can manage is a weak sigh of his name. It’s the only thing you can remember and, in all honesty, you’d die a happy woman if that was the only thing you could utter for the rest of your life. 

“Was that what you needed, love?” Rex nuzzles into your neck as you chuckle. “Apparently more than I realized.” The rubbing at your sides pauses. You look to Rex to see what’s wrong and find his face twisted with guilt. “This isn’t right. If I can’t give you the attention you need then I don’t deserve you.” This isn’t the first time you've had this conversation and you're sure it wont be the last. 

But you’re happy to reassure your lover, as many times as you need to. “You give me everything I need, Rex. You’re smart, brave, funny, kind, supportive, sexy.” He lowers his eyes at the last word, smiling demurely. “I don’t know how I got so lucky. You give me everything and so much more. And I mean, if you don’t believe me, just look.” You laugh, gesturing at your bathroom, now in a state of disrepair, water on the floor, shampoo and soap bottles scattered, candles burnt down to messy puddles. 

Rex chuckles but looks contrite, rubbing his neck shyly. “Guess we got a little carried away.” He’s already made you come once, and spectacularly at that. But just the sight of him has those butterflies in your belly stirring to life again. You bat your eyelashes. “Now will you let me take care of you?” He closes his eyes, sighing tiredly. His cock, still hard against your back is evidence enough, but his muscles sag with fatigue.

“I want you more than anything. But I think I have just enough energy to clean this mess and then fall into bed.” Shaking your head, you gently extricate yourself from his arms. You stand on shaky legs as you hold out your hand for him. “Everything else can wait. Let me show you how much I missed you, Captain.” 

His eyes widen, lust beginning to cloud his gaze. You don’t use his title often, knowing how riled up it gets him to hear the word fall from your lips. But you need the big guns tonight, refusing to leave him wanting. Rex grabs for you and lets you lead him through the ruined bathroom and into your bedroom. 

He takes one last look at the state you’re leaving the room in. “But we should really clean this…” You lead him to the bed and softly push him down on to it. He looks up at you with doe eyes as you straddle his hips. “We will, honey. But no sense cleaning up now when we’re just about to make another mess.”