#flushed red and panting. kark

[kraftykelpie]

Kinda gay ngl (staring at each other for a Little Too Long post-spar)

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Fives x Reader (Armor)

I’m back you guys and not a moment too soon this has been in the back of my mind and after dreaming about it I had to write this. This was an imagine that I had a while ago: Imagine waiting for Fives to come home from a night at 79s with his brothers saying he can’t leave them right now. So you get tired of waiting and take a pic of you naked wearing his Kama and Pauldrons!. Hope you all enjoy this! This is an AU where order 66 didn’t happen and Fives was able to save his brothers and Echo never “died”. Oh and Palpatine slipped and fell on his own light saber.

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The apartment was quiet tonight as you tried to keep busy. Fives had gone out with his brothers after a hard fought battle. The battles were becoming easier and the Separatists were becoming weaker. You had enjoyed having him home more often, but sometimes he would take off with his brothers and come home to sleep off his hangover only to be called to serve again. You tilted your head as you realized that Fives had worn his grays, and left his armor.

Fives was enjoying his night drinking with his brothers and laughing at the joke that Hardcase had just told when his comm buzzed. He opened it to see a text from you asking him to come home. He smiles but responds with, not yet babe the night is just starting. A little time goes by as he gets another message from you asking him to come home, and that you want him to fuck you. He bites his lip, but tells you that he can’t leave his brothers right now, and you respond with fine. 

He is worried that you’re mad at him until Echo assures him that you will be okay as long as they get him back before he is piss drunk. Tup laughs at the comment as Rex says something along the lines of he is gonna be sleeping on the couch which causes them all to laugh. Fives is on his third drink when his comm chimes, and without hesitating he opens it and notices you sent a picture. His brain doesn’t connect and he opens it for all to see. He chokes on his drink and sputters as he realizes what the image is. 

It’s you on spread knees with your hands in your hair giving a sultry look, but what takes the cake is that you are naked except for his Kama and Pauldrons. He takes in your appearance of flushed skin and peaked nipples as his mouth goes dry, and he is getting hard at the sight. “Holy Kriff is that (Y/N)!”, Hardcase yells. All his brother's eyes automatically go to the picture that's still on display, and he can’t turn the picture off fast enough as the boys get an eyeful of you naked in a sexual pose wearing only the kama and pauldrons. 

“Your a lucky karking bastard you know that'', Jesse grumbles as he downs another shot. “Yeah I’ll say. That is a woman that is begging for you to give it to her hard, fast and rough”, Kix comments, slurring some. Vaughn, Echo and Dogma are red as can be as Fives takes a swig of his drink and stands up. “Bro’s I gotta go”, Fives announces. “Be careful she might bite for making her wait”, Rex smirks behind his glass. “Wait did Rex just make a kinky joke?”, Jesse chuckled. “Oh my force he did'', Hardcase laughed. 

Fives was walking towards the door as his brothers made wolf whistles and shouted go get her’s. He was practically sprinting out the door to call a cab. You were sure that he was on the way home now as you tidied the bedroom up. When you heard the code being punched into the door you went and kneeled in the middle of the bed. You had just cupped your breasts and moaned when he made it into the bedroom. He had already gotten rid of his jacket and top exposing his muscled chest and abdomen. Fives was panting as he focused his eyes on you, his pupils dilated, and you could tell he was hard underneath his pants.

“Clothes off”, you commanded. “Yes ma’am”, he smirked as he quickly shed his pants and underwear. “Turn around and stand at attention”, you growled. He did as he was told and you made your way in front of him. Fives was watching your every move as you traced your fingertips down his chest, and then pressed yourself against him. His hard cock was pinned between his abs and your stomach. You grinned as he smirked thinking you were going to sink to your knees.

Instead you pushed him back onto the bed as he looked at you wide eyed. “Up towards the headboard”, you barked. He quickly complied as you crawled your way up towards him. He waited with bated breath as you told him to close his eyes, and not to open them until you told him to. Fives gave a questioning look, but slowly closed his already hooded eyes. You quickly clasped the two sets of binders on either side of the headboard. Then you ran your hands up his chest and down his arms.

Once you had his wrists in your hands you pushed them into each open binder to cuff him to the bed. His eyes flew open as he looked at the restraints. “I’m going to take my pleasure, and I’m not going to stop until I get my fill understood”, you purred. “Kriff”, he groaned. You straddled him and ground down on him. “You in my kama and pauldrons is the hottest thing I have ever seen”, he moaned. “Shhhh I’m in charge tonight”, you told him, leaning down to nip at his ear. 

Fives breath hitched as you lined him up with your pussy. He tried to buck his hips and you pulled up. “Ah ah ah no sir”, you giggled as he growled in frustration. “This is your punishment for making me wait”, you smiled. His cock twitched as you lined him up again, and you torturously sank slowly onto him. Both of you moaned as your hips met each other, and you whimpered feeling full. 

When you looked up Fives was pulling at his binders desperately wanting to touch you. You leaned forward to kiss him, and while he was distracted with the kiss you started to grind onto him. You started to bounce slightly and alternate between grinding and bouncing on his cock. “Please let me go so I can touch you… Ah”, he hissed as you nipped at his chest and neck. “No. I asked you politely to come home and you didn’t”, you growled. 

Fives was becoming impatient as you took your pleasure at your own pace. “You know I may have to cuff you more often”, you mused. Fives pouted until you tweaked one of his nipples with your fingers. He bucked as you came down onto him causing him to hit a delicious spot inside you. “OH!”, you cried. Fives smiled wickedly as he bent his knees and planted his feet on the bed. You looked down just as he started thrusting into you.

The cry that left your lips made him try to hit the same spot over and over again. “Fives I’m gonna….Ahhhh KRIFF KRIFF FIVES!”, you screamed as you came collapsing forward onto his chest panting. He waited as you came down from your high, and he was wanting more of you. “If I let you go I want you to fuck me me until I can hardly walk”, you begged. “I promise just take these off”, he panted. Reaching up you let the binders open, and he pulled you down to him as he started to thrust into you without warning. 

You were moaning and crying out as he held you close to his chest. The slapping of skin could be heard as he took you hard and fast. You pulled up some as he grasped your hair and pulled you up so he could look at you. Your face was so beautiful in that moment as your mouth opened in a little o shape. The moan echoed in his ears as he continued to thrust in to you. “I love you”, you panted out.

“Not as much as I love you”, he growled. He knew you were close by how your pussy fluttered every time he pushed into you. He let you pull up and you started to bounce on his cock as he cupped and squeezed your breasts. He wrenched a sob from you as you both came; you collapsed over his chest. Your whole body had started to tremble with pleasure as he bit his lip and grunted as he spilled into you.

“Wow that was amazing”, you chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet”, Fives smiled. He flipped you both and started to drive into you with renowned vigor. You were entranced by the way his body moved over yours. How you could feel each individual muscle contract under your hands as they traveled over his back and shoulders. You came quickly with a cry, but he didn’t stop as you trembled underneath him. 

Fives squeezed another orgasm out of you this time spilling into you again. “Oh force your amazing”, Fives hummed. “I know”, you giggled smugly. “Oh so that’s how you're going to be”, he replied as he pulled out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him and he looked at you spread on the bed. He flipped you over without warning as you gasped. “What are you doing?”, you questioned. “Giving it to you until you can’t walk tomorrow”, he cheekily replied. 

A stinging slap to your ass had you jolting forward, and then the feeling of being filled had you gripping the sheets. Fives placed each leg on the outside of your thighs to trap your legs together. “Kark! You're so tight like this”, he hissed through his teeth. “You're too big”, you groaned as he stayed still a moment to savour the tight feeling. It didn’t last as he started up a brutal pace. 

Tears started to prick at your eyes as he continued his onslaught of thrusts. You screamed actually screamed as you came this time as you soaked Fives cock. He pushed a pillow under you and pressed you down. Your hips settling over the pillow as he then would surge forward with sharp thrusts that had you moaning his name each time. “Fives… Please...please please….please”, you panted. 

You didn’t know what you were begging for at this point. Your brain felt like it was leaking out of your ears. Fives knew exactly what you needed as he slowly sped up until he was shaking the whole bed with his thrusts. You were thankful that no one was on the other side of the wall as the headboard slammed against it with his every thrust. He pulled two more orgasms from you like this. 

“One more baby girl you're doing so good. One more and I’m gonna’ cum deep inside that sweet little pussy”, he shuddered thinking about it. “I want to see you”, you whimpered. “How do you want it?”, Fives asked. “Like before I want to see your handsome face”, you whispered as you turned to peck him on the lips. He pulled out of you so you could lay on your back. He took in the sight of you still in his Kama and Pauldrons.

You reached for him and he crawled up to settle between your spread legs. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he slid back into you. He took his time slowly thrusting into you as he kissed you with his right hand buried in your hair. He would take breaks to kiss you and nip at your throat. He chuckled when you gasped and whined as he gently nibbled on your pulse point. He sucked a dark hickey there before he placed both arms on either side of your head.

“Fives are you okay?”, you questioned, worried. “(Y/N) I love you and I think I’m ready… I mean if you're ready that is”, he babbled. “Fives what are you talking about babe?”, you cocked an eyebrow. “Well I think we should think about having a baby. I mean I have always wanted a wife and I have you now, but I think I’m ready for a baby. I mean if you are that is”, he shyly told you looking away from you.

You gently cupped his face to bring him back to you and kissed him. “I’m ready to have a baby. I mean it scares me, but with you by my side I’m ready. Although right now I’m on something, but we can get some practice in”, you smiled. His smile seemed to light up the whole room as you pulled him deeper into you. That night had several more rounds of rough and lazy sex, and it was one of the best nights. It ended with you falling asleep with Fives curled protectively around you.

The next morning you both got up, and you were giggly as you realized how sore you were. Fives walked into the barracks with you tucked to his side with a smug look. Your neck was covered in hickeys and love bites showing everyone who you belonged to. “Hey Fives we got out LAAT painted! You should come take a look!”, Jesse and Hardcase shouted. You both made your way over and you instantly went red with embarrassment. 

Fives couldn’t seem to figure out if he should be angry, turned on or impressed. It was a pinup of you in Fives kama and pauldrons. You were scantily covered with a plastoid white and blue  bikini that pushed your breast in the perfect way. “How did they...Oh my FORCE FIVES DID YOU SHOW THEM THAT PICTURE THE OTHER NIGHT!”, you yelled. “I may have opened the pic at the bar, and they may have seen it”, Fives groaned.

“How many saw it”, you ranted as all the boys raised their hands. You threw up your hands, “At least I look good”. “I’ll say maybe I should have some custom plastoid made”, Fives thought out loud. “Bro please stop, I think some of the guys are going to die of blood loss”, Echo groaned. Fives laughed as all his brothers were trying to stand in better positions so they wouldn’t rub against their plastoid codpieces. “If you get it I’ll wear it”, you teased. The men groaned as you kissed Fives on the cheek. 

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If anyone wants to make pin up art of Fives woman don’t hesitate to make it all I ask is that you reference this post and tag me! Hope you all liked it, and we will have to see about making Fives a dad. We all know he is 100% boyfriend/husband material and I’m 100% sure he is dad material too. Look at how he takes care of all his brothers!!!

[thegiddyowl]

RC prompt Cassian cradling Jyn’s unconcious/almost dead body or Cassian crying into Jyn’s chest (cuz it seems like its always Cass who gets hurt or Jyn who cries)

“Echo Base, doesanyone copy?” Cassian shouted as he finally pulled himself free from the snowand dove to the spot where Jyn fell. “Emergency. Avalanche. Erso buried.”

Cassian stumbledover to the spot and started digging with the spade he used to dig his legsout. He saw her jump off her tauntaun just before the rush of snow swallowedthem whole, but he didn’t know how much snow piled on top of her, if sheremembered to make an air pocket, or if she moved far from the spot he saw herfall. She must have been sweptfurther down and he was wasting time–

Behind him, heheard a blaster shot. He turned and saw two more red blasts shoot a good sixfeet down hill, then started scrambling until he found the steaming hole.

“I’m here, Jyn!”he shouted into the hole. “Just hold on, hold on.”

The renewed hopein his heart chilled as he dug further and further down, following the blastershot’s path but not finding the blaster and still hearing nothing but staticfrom base. It wasn’t hypothermia that would kill her, but asphyxiation. An air pocketin the snow only trapped so much oxygen, but slowly that air would get used upand Jyn would suffocate in the snow. She was already under for at least eight, going on nine minutes. He didn’t want to imagine being immobile and trappedin that dark, cold grip, not knowing if his last gulp of air would be his lastand then his oxygen-starved brain would hallucinate and make him relive eventshe’d rather leave done and forgotten–he shook his head to put those fearsaside and felt a second wind coming on. He couldn’t let Jyn die that way.

Finally, atabout two feet down he reached the barrel of the blaster. He cut through thesnow until he could rip the blaster away–his blaster he gave her after Scarif–and squeezed her gloved fingers. She didn’t respond.

“C’mon, Jyn,” hemuttered under his breath as he cleared the snow away from her arm. He couldn’tafford to panic and lose his head, because then he’d be wasting more time andenergy he could be using to save Jyn. She had done half the work for him byfiring his blaster and falling vertically so it would be easier for him to digher out, now he had to finish his part. He worked his way down her arm andreached the top of her parka hood. He pocketed the spade and clawed at the snowaround her pale face and neck, her arm flopped at her side. She had stoppedbreathing long enough for her lips to turn blue.

“No, no, no,” he moaned, his throat tighteningaround the last word.

Cassian hackedthe snow with the spade to free her chest and her thighs before he finally pulledher out. He ripped his glove off with his teeth to check for a pulse he knew wasn’tthere, then yanked down her white balaclava and his to give her two breaths.

“Echo Base! Doyou copy! This is Andor,” he shouted into the comm as he gave her compressions.“Found Erso. I need emergency pick up in Sector 14. No pulse, no breathing.Gear lost.”

He broke fromthe compressions to push air into her lungs, and watched as her breast slowlyrose and deflated, but it didn’t rise again until he forced more air into her.The muscles in his arms and back pinched and screamed at him as he started thecompressions again, his gloved hand over his bare one as he thudded against thestill, stiff wall of her chest in an effort to restart a heart he couldn’treach. Maybe Jyn held out hope until the end because he always came back for her, or maybe she thought he abandoned her in the end? 

“S-Someone, p-pleasehelp.”

He crumpled over her breast and let outa sob, his hot tears freezing midway down his cheeks and crusting his beardwith icicles. Jyn was dead. The person he shared his heart and heat and breathwas dead. His body shivered with grief and with the Hothian chill that needled its waythrough the seams of his heavy snow pants. Snow fell in small, dusty clumps, some of which fell on Jyn’s cheek and melted like tears. 

Maybe she still had a chance, and he couldn’t give up on her yet.

Hepinched her nose and pulled her head back to blow another lungful of air intoher, her lips warmer than when he first pulled her out. Her chest rose, fell, and laid still. Afterrubbing away the ice in his eyelashes with his arm, he sealed his mouth overhers to push every last bit of air from his lungs into her. He broke away fromher and swayed, lightheaded as he watched her chest fall, but then rise again.

Though stillunconscious, she inhaled short, shallow breaths that brought a pinch of colorback into her cheeks and lips. He pressed his fingers against her throat andnearly cried again when he felt the beat of her weak pulse.

“–dor? Andor,this is Ec–Base,–you copy?” his comm finally crackled.

Cassian zippedup Jyn’s jacket as he answered through chattering teeth, “Y-Yes, this is A-Andor.”

“Sendcoordinates, we–pick up.”

As he detailedhis coordinates, Cassian unzipped his parka and gently picked up Jyn so hecould cradle her in his lap and protect her from the rising winds and droppingtemperature as the sun made journey down towards the white-washed horizon. His coatwould only zip halfway, but it was enough to conserve what little heat theyhad. He kept an iron grip on her, forcing all of his energy on his fingers tohold on through his waves of shivering that grew more and more intense as timewent on. Hopefully someone would see them even though their gear was snow-whiteto camouflage with the landscape and hide from the Empire, but he could alreadyhear K-2 predicting that he had a better chance of surviving the Empire’s war thansurviving Hoth.

Puffs of frostyair escaped from Jyn’s parted lips, but he curled his shoulders over her moreinstead of pulling her balaclava back up because he feared she would stopbreathing again. He kissed her bare forehead and rested his cheek on it.

Stars, he wasexhausted.

“Hey, Andor, thecavalry’s here, but you need to let her go.”

“Yeesh, he’s gota karking death grip on her.”

“Maybe hisfingers are frozen.”

“Cassian, it’sHan. You need to let go of Jyn so we can help her. Ok, that’s it–”

“Oop, he’s down.Give me a hand here–”

Cassian knew hewas in the medbay before he opened his eyes. He was warm, first of all, and heknew the feel of the felted white blankets tucked in every bed of theoverstuffed department. It was mostly quiet here, though he could hear someonemoaning far away. The overly sweet smell of bacta clung to the air heated justenough to take the bite out of it. Slowly he opened his eyes and the other bedswith patients sleeping in the dimmed light came into view. To his surprise, Jyn’swas across from his, plus she was watching him.

“About time youwoke up,” she croaked and then cleared her throat. “I’m cold over here.”

He didn’t needto be told twice. Grabbing his blanket with his bandaged hand (he hoped it wasonly slightly burned and not frost bitten), he staggered towards her bed as shemade room for him. At first it took a bit of twisting and turning to getcomfortable and to be mindful of her bruised ribs, but they settled on Jyn layingflat on her back while Cassian laid on his side so he could hook both armsaround her. Nothing was said.

He stared at herand appreciated the flush of her cheek, the cool breath that she exhaled fromher nose and fluttered against his chin. His hand on her hot neck, he felt herheartbeat thrumming against his fingertips. Just as he contemplated whether heshould kiss her or not, she stretched her neck and brushed her dry, chappedlips against his. Her small hand grasped the front of his night shirt, and hetook that hand with his bandaged one to gently kiss her scabbed knuckles.

“Did they tellyou what happened?” he murmured.

“No, but I canguess. I heard you after I fired the blaster. I knew you were coming, but Ipassed out.”

She swallowedhard, and looked at him with watery eyes and a grim look on her face thatlooked too much like the one she had given him on the beach in Scarif.

“I’m so sorry,Jyn, I should have gotten there faster,” he said, his voice thick with thegrowing pressure to cry. “If you hadn’t shot the blaster, I don’t know if I couldhave found you.”

“But you foundme, Cassian.”

Jyn kissed himagain, this time with a bit more force behind it and winced when she tried toturn to her side. He propped himself up on his elbow so she could lean back inher pillow as he returned the kiss, Jyn reaching out to curl her fingers aroundhis neck and massage the back of his scalp. Suddenly, even with her safe andwarm under him, he was strangled by the fear of losing her again. He broke awayfrom her lips to kiss her chin, her throat, and the tip of her collarbonebefore her hands persuaded him to lay his head on her breast and she coveredthem both with his blanket so they could have their own private space.

Her breath rustled through his hair as he quietlywept, save for the gasps of air he needed to suppress the loud moans that wouldwake the entire base if he released them. Her thin arms braced around his head and shoulders. Strength radiated from her and comforted him, but he didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself.

“You found me, Cassian. You found me, you found me, you found me,” she chanted in a voice soft enough for a lullaby, until they both drifted off to sleep.

[fallintothegrey]

Dusk Till Dawn - Chapter 26

Also on AO3. 

Something was off.

It started when he woke up and it felt like Akuria was colder than normal. Sure, he was always kriffing cold on the ice planet—he had grown up on Yavin 4, after all—but he couldn’t stamp out the cold with some push ups or an extra layer like he usual. He wouldn’t have thought much of it, until he passed a thermometer in the hangar and the temperature was the same cold temperature it had read for days, not nearly as cold as he felt. But he needed to run drills, so he couldn’t think much more about it and hoped getting in the cockpit would warm him up.

Then, he got a head rush getting out of Ebon One after drills with his squad. Pava laughed as he stumbled on the ladder and Karé asked if he was okay, but he just flipped Pava off and told Karé he was fine. He just was feeling the after effects of the maneuvers, like a green rookie. No big deal for someone who’d been withstanding G-forces since practically before he could walk.

Now, a steady pounding had started behind his eyes. In a haze, he fumbled in the locker he stowed his flight gear in for some painkillers, cursing under his breath when he couldn’t find any. Slamming the door shut–a move he instantly regretted–he leaned his head against the metal. It didn’t do nearly enough to ease the ache.

BB rolled through the locker room, cheerfully chatting in binary with an R4 unit. When he saw his master, he beeped worriedly at him.

“I’m alright, buddy,” Poe answered. “Just a headache.”

The little droid whistled a question to him that set his teeth on edge.

Was this like the headache he had when Ren was rooting through Rey’s brain? Could that be what he was feeling?

He rushed out of the locker room before BB-8 could say anything else.

He checked his–their–quarters, but she wasn’t there. Glancing at his chronometer, he saw that it was time for lunch. Maybe she was there, trying to pretend like the Supreme Asshole wasn’t violating her mind.

He nearly ran to the mess, squinting against the fluorescent lights in the hall. When he burst through the mess doors, everyone seemed to stop, forks hanging in mid-air, conversations stopped mid-sentence, all eyes turning to him.

But he didn’t care if he looked like a crazy person. He just needed to know that she was okay.

He spotted her at the back of the room, tucked in the corner, sitting with Iolo. She was laughing at something he was saying and he was squeezing her hand across the table.

Was she fine? Or was she just trying to hide what was going on?

He hurried to her side. “Are you alright?” he nearly shouted at her.

Rey looked up at him startled. “Hi, Poe,” she answered far too calmly.

“Hey, Commander,” Iolo said in his characteristically infuriating, cheery tone. “What to join us?”

“I wasn’t talking to you, Arana,” Poe ground out, his eyes never leaving Rey’s face, searching for any sign of distress. “Are you alright?”

Her brow scrunched in confusion. “I’m fine. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, Poe, are you feeling okay?”  Iolo asked.

Poe ignored the Keshian’s question. “I���m fine.”

Rey’s eyes searched his face. “Are you sure? You look flushed.”

“Yeah, you don’t look so good, Poe,” Iolo added.

“Iolo, stop talking,” he snapped, before turning his attention back to Rey. “Are you sure you’re okay? He’s not trying to doing anything to you, is he? To your mind?”

“Hey,” Iolo cried indignantly, “I’m not doing anything to her, Dameron. We’re having lunch.”

“What the hell, Poe?” Rey exclaimed.

“Kriffin’ hells,” Poe groaned, “I’m not talking about you, Arana! I’m talking about Kylo karkking Ren!”

If they weren’t staring already, truly everyone in the dining hall was staring at them then.

Rey grabbed his arm and hauled him down next to her with ease, something he wouldn’t have been proud of if his head wasn’t spinning so much. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He leaned his head on his hand, noticing how slick it was with sweat. “I got this headache that felt like when that piece of shit was trying to get in your mind.”

Iolo looked between them, confusion written across his face. “What?”

“Shut up, Iolo,” Rey said to him this time, and Poe couldn’t help but feel a little smug at the put out look on Iolo’s face. “Poe, he’s not trying to tap my mind. He hasn’t since that night.”

Poe looked over at her through crossed eyes. “He’s not?”

Rey shook her head.

“Then what’s wrong with me?”

“I think you’re sick, flyboy,” she answered.

Getting over his indignance, Iolo reached across the table and pressed his hand to Poe’s forehead. “Damn, Poe, you’re burning up.”

Poe wanted to push him off, but his long, cool fingers felt wonderful on his skin. “But I’m so cold,” he practically whined.

Iolo smirked as he pulled his hand away and Poe leaned forward slightly to follow it. “That would be the fever.”

“No, no, no.” Poe tried to push himself up from the table. “I can’t be sick. I have to teach the recruits today.”

“If you don’t want to end on your ass in front of them again, I wouldn’t do that,” Rey said.

“But someone needs to teach them. They need more training. They’re so kriffing bad.”

Rey and Iolo both shushed him as a few of the recruits turned to look. “He’s not feeling well,” Rey called out to the mess, “ignore him.”

“I’ll teach them,” Iolo said.

“But you hate teaching.”

“I’ll suck it up,” Iolo said. “You need to go back to bed.”

“Fine,” he finally relented.

Rey stood and took her tray back to the kitchen. When she came back, she slid her arm under Poe’s and hauled him to his feet. “Ready, hotshot?”

He tried to waggle his eyebrows at her, but it took too much effort. “Are you taking me to bed, sunshine?”

“Ignore him,” she called out again over his head, before bringing her face close to his. “Shut up, or I’ll leave your hot ass here.”

“You think my ass is hot?”

Her cheeks flames as she glared at him. “I will drop you on your feverish behind and walk away, I swear I will.”

“You wouldn’t do that to an invalid, would you?”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Do you want to test me right now?”

“No, ma’am.” He tightened his grip around her shoulders and they shuffled out of the mess.

“Captain Arana,” he said over his shoulder, “don’t let Coriza tuck her thumb when she throws a punch.”

Rey swatted his arm as they walked passed the young girl turning bright red while her friends snickered behind their hands. She whispered an apology to Coriza before they emerged into the hall.

They walked in the opposite direction of his—their—quarters. “Where we going, sunshine?”

“The med bay.”

He pulled them to a stop with more strength than he actually thought he had. “Oh no, I am not going there to get stuck with needles and put through a bunch of tests by a med droid to just be told I have a virus. Plus, then they’ll tell the General.”

“Shouldn’t she know?”

“No,” he said as fiercely as he could—which he realized was becoming not fierce at all the longer they stood there. “Then she’ll ground me.”

Rey smirked at him. “I’m just going to get a medkit. I’ll even tell them I need another one on the Falcon, so they don’t get suspicious.”

She left him leaning against the wall outside the med bay and he slowly began to sink down it. Before he could reach the ground though, she returned, medkit under her arm, hauling him back up and towards his—their—quarters.

She unceremoniously dumped him into his—their—bed and he groaned at the impact. “Take it easy.”

“Sorry,” she said as she gently rolled him onto his back and lifted his legs up onto the bed. “You were getting heavy. You should be happy I dropped you on the bed and not the ground.”

“Bantha shit,” he muttered. “You’re stronger than I am.”

Ignoring him, she set to work untying and removing his boots. She then moved up and reached towards his waist.

“Sunshine, what are you doing?” he asked warily.

“I’m taking your pants off,” she said matter-of-factly as she reached for his belt.

He wanted to push her off—he really did—but he could only stare her at. When he finally found his tongue, he said, “So you really are taking me to bed.”

“I’m putting you to bed,” she corrected, tugging at the leather. When it came loose, she moved to the button of his pants.

He did push her away then. “I can take my own damned pants off.” He quickly pushed them down off his legs and threw them across the room before pulling the blankets up over his legs. He swallowed roughly, hoping she hadn’t noticed the certain reason that had him covering himself so quickly. Even feeling like he could puke or pass out at any moment, she could still get such a reaction from him.

Curse her.

That slight movement had his head spinning and he slumped back against the pillow. Rey rifled through the medkit before going to the ‘fresher to fetch a glass of water. Walking to his side, she gave him a handful of pills. He studied the brightly colored tabs in his hand.

“Painkiller, anti-nausea, decongestant, and a general antibiotic,” Rey said, pointing out each one. “Figured that would cover everything.”

“It certainly can’t make me feel any worse,” he said as he popped the pills in his mouth and chugged the glass of water she handed him. Handing it back to her, he flopped down, sighing loudly. He fought against the fluttering of his eyelids as exhaustion tried overwhelmed him, struggling to keep her face in focus.

“Stop fighting it,” she said softly as she smoothed the hair on his forehead, her touch soothing on his heated skin. “You need to rest.”

“But I don’t wanna sleep without you, sunshine.”

“And I don’t wanna get sick.”

“Please, sunshine,” he pleaded. “Stay with me.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled the chair over to the bedside. “Is this good enough?”

“Not really, but I’ll take it.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You know, I really should be working on the Falcon. Or training. Or checking in with command.”

“I know you should be.” He looked at her from the bed and reached out. She took his outstretched hand in hers. “Thank you.”

She squeezed his hand, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. “You’re welcome.”

His breathing started to slow as sleep took him.

“So, why were you being so weird towards Iolo earlier?”

He blinked at her a few times, trying to bring her back into focus. “I was worried about you, and he was distracting me,” he deflected.

Rey raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh.”

“He was!”

She just looked at him disapprovingly.

“I thought that bastard was trying to get into your mind again and you were just trying to be the gallant Jedi and act like nothing was wrong. I needed to know that you were alright and Iolo was keeping me from finding that out.”

She dropped his hand and crossed her arms over her chest again. Poe instantly missed the feeling of her touch as his empty hand fell back to the bed. “That might explain this time, but it doesn’t explain all of the other times you’ve looked like you wanted to punch him.”

Poe couldn’t met her eyes as he muttered, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.” She rolled her eyes again. “On the day he and Sura got here, you stalked out of the hangar because you saw us hugging.”

“I did not,” he protested. “I forgot my thermal gloves and was going back to my quarters to get them.”

“Iolo found your thermal gloves in the Falcon’s gunner’s nest, Poe,” she reminded him.

Kriff.

He swallowed. “Not my thermal gloves, my—”

She leveled her gaze at him. “Poe.”

He exhaled. “It um–it just took me by surprise. You’d only just met him.”

“It kinda took me by surprise, too. But I felt–I feel–comfortable with him. I can’t say that about many people.”

Poe crossed his arms over his chest in a mirror of her stance and looked away from her.

“Hey,” she objected, “you don’t get to do that. I found Sura in a towel in your quarters–after you refused to kiss me.”

“But I explained that.”

“I know that now,” Rey exclaimed. “I didn’t at the time. I thought you didn’t kiss me because you were with Sura, that I’d misunderstood something. I was confused, and a little hurt, and Iolo made me feel better. So I hugged him.”

Poe drew his eyebrows up in surprise. “What do you mean you were hurt?”

“I thought you’d conveniently not told me that you were with someone and were flirting with me to—I don’t know—make fun of the naive girl from Jakku.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“Again, I know that now. I didn’t then.”

He tried to focus his rapidly blurring gaze on her. “If you hadn’t found Sura in my room, would you have hugged him?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. He listened to me, wanted to know my hopes for the future. I felt like he saw me as me, not as the last Jedi. I probably would have felt that way even if I hadn’t thought you were with Sura.”

“What if I’d kissed you in the hangar?”

Her cheeks flushed red. “What’s the point of talking in ‘what ifs’, Poe? We can’t change what happened.”

It was becoming harder and harder for him to keep his eyes open. He finally let them close against the sight of her beautiful face, mumbling, “I wish I could. I wish I could do what you asked me to do, what I wanted to do.”

He felt her cool fingers press against his forehead again and he leaned into them. “You might get another chance, flyboy,” she said softly. “But only if you rest and get better.”

“You know I can’t sleep without you, sunshine.”

She sighed before standing and walking towards the bed. “Move over,” she commanded. He did as she said and she slid into the space she’d come to fill so well. She reached back and pulled his arm over her waist. “If you get me sick, I’m feeding you to a gnaw-jaw.”

“But then you wouldn’t have me to return the favor and nurse you back to health.”

“I’m sure Iolo would be happy to help me out.”

“Not funny,” he muttered into her hair. “You’re my sunshine–not his.”

“Am I, now?”

“Yes,” he responded petulantly and nuzzled his nose further into her hair.

“Jealousy’s not very attractive, flyboy.” She paused. “And I’m not yours.”

He sighed. “You’re right–about both things. Just ignore me. I say stupid things when I’m sick.”

She snorted softly. “I’ve noticed.”

They laid in silence for a few moments, listening to the sounds of the base around them. Iolo was probably about halfway done with his training session. Poe wondered how he was doing.

He cleared his throat, wincing at the pain as he did. “Before, you said that you hugged Iolo because he made you feel comfortable.”

“Yeah.”

“Do I make you feel comfortable?”

“Not at all. I have never felt more uncomfortable than I do right now.”

“That’s not funny either.”

She chuckled, the vibration tickling his chest. “I wouldn’t be here if I was uncomfortable, laser brain.” She laid her arm over his, drawing lazy circles on his skin with her fingers. “I wasn’t sure I could ever feel comfortable with someone who wasn’t Finn, or Chewie, or Leia–not after what Snoke did, after what Ben did. I didn’t feel comfortable with myself, my only constant companion through all the years on Jakku. And then you introduced yourself, and you kept me company in the cockpit while I slept. At first, you did look at me like the last Jedi and I worried that that was the only reason you were talking to me. I knew you saw me when you were making fun of me floating fruit on Parein II 4, though. And I realized then that I could be comfortable with someone else—with you.”

“I’m glad you feel safe with me,” he replied. “I feel safe with you, too. Sometimes I feel so safe, it scares me.”

Rey turned around in Poe’s arms so she could look at him. “It scares me too. But I don’t want to stop.”

He smiled softly. “Me either.”

She rolled back over and he drifted towards sleep, the pills she’d given him finally starting to ease the ache in his head and the queasiness in his stomach.

“You don’t need to be jealous of Iolo.”

“Hmm?” he sleepily hummed.

“He’s not interested in me.”

“He’s crazy not to be, sunshine,” he mumbled, not fully aware of what he was saying. “You’re pretty amazing. And pretty badass. And pretty pretty.”

“I guess the secret to getting compliments out of you is getting you sick.” She laughed lightly. “He’s interested in someone else.”

“That’s nice,” he breathed, sleep pulling at him again.

That is, until something about what she said—or didn’t say—pulled him back to consciousness. “Are you interested in him?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He groaned. “I’m sick, sunshine! Don’t mess with my head like this.”

She patted the hand he’d set at her waist. “Get some sleep, flyboy.”

He finally did as she said, muttering things about stupid Keshians and their stupid golden eyes as her giggles shook through him.

A few days later, when he was feeling better, Poe went to thank Iolo for teaching the recruits for him—and to apologize for acting like a nerf’s ass.

After he’d said his piece, Iolo took his proffered hand and pulled him into a hug, clapping him good-naturedly on the back. “I accept your apology for being a jealous, territorial nerf’s ass.”

Poe chuckled and tostled the Keshian’s hair. “Thanks, Iolo.”

Iolo studied him for a moment, his wide, golden eyes scanning his face. Poe shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his gaze. “Poe, she may be your sun–”

Poe cut Iolo off. “She’s not mine. I know I have no claim to her. Which is why I’m apologizing for being jealous–I had no right.”

“No, you didn’t,” Iolo acknowledged, “but that’s not what I meant. You revolve around her, Poe. She is your sun, your centering force. But the rest of us can stand in her light, too. And I think we’ll need to.”

Poe nodded. “Yes, I think we will.”

Iolo smiled and shooed him away. “Go find your sunshine, flyboy. I’ve got recruits to teach.”

“What?”

He shrugged. “They asked me to keep teaching them. Said I didn’t get as distracted and I didn’t fall on my ass nearly as much.”

Poe rolled his eyes. “I get sick once and I’m immediately replaced.”

“Don’t lie to me. You did it on purpose.”

Poe winked at his golden-eyed friend. “Maybe I did,” he said before walking to the hangar, off to find Rey.

As he walked, he sang under his breath, a small grin tugging at his lips.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

A/N: Shorter chapter this week, but I like writing shorter, lighter chapters after heavy emotional ones. Hope you don't mind.

I have the next arc of this story planned out in my head, and that's when we'll finally see these two laser brains finally go somewhere–literally and figuratively. I'm not quite ready for writing intense emotional turmoil again yet, so I'm stalling with these shorter chapters-which means the hot springs will definitely be coming back soon. I have to turn up the heat just in time to put it back out with tears. ;)

As always, thank you for reading!

[clonewarstrash]

We're on the Good Side of Bad Karma

Star Wars fic taking place sometime during the Clone Wars.

Characters: Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi

Pairing: Obikin, Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Anakin and Obi-Wan have a mission go wrong before it even starts. They find they don't mind so much in the end.

Based on: this tumblr post

Originally posted on AO3

It was supposed to be a routine mission. Information had reached the Order of a possible separatist facility on Dathomir. Obi-Wan and Anakin would sneak onto the planet and look around to see if the report was accurate and send word back to either pick them up or send a landing party to storm the facility. They’d done these missions dozens of times in the past year of the war and usually the information amounted to nothing, but they always had to check.

This time, of course, their hyperdrive had to malfunction on the way to Dathomir and stop them in the orbit of Cholganna forcing an emergency landing on the forest planet so Anakin could have a chance to fix it. In the rain. Because of course it’s raining. And of course his former Master couldn’t stay in the shuttle while Anakin worked. No, far be it for one of them to stay dry and comfortable. Obi-Wan has to get out and see if he can help or if they need to send a distress signal to the Order or over GAR channels.

That takes us to now, in the rain, hoping not to get found by a rabid pack of nexus while Anakin tried to work some engineering magic, with Obi-Wan Kenobi soaked through his robes and insisting on standing in Anakin’s line of sight while he ostensibly keeps watch, but truly serving to tear at Anakin’s last nerve. Force damn it! Look at how those robes cling to him. Small gods, why? Oh karking hells, he’s looking at me!

“Anakin? Is everything all right? Do I need to send out a distress signal after all?” Obi-Wan asked while looking at Anakin with concern. 

Kriffing why? Why does the water have to drip from his kriffing pretty eyelashes and gather in the corners of his kriffing beautiful mouth? Oh Force, he asked me something. Say something you bantha hearder! “I WANT TO FUCK!” Karking damn it, say anything but that!

“Come again?” asked Obi-Wan in surprise. There’s surely no way he heard his former padawan correctly.

Force take me his eyes are gorgeous. Kark it! Anakin put down his tools and approached Obi-Wan with a look in his eyes Obi-Wan couldn’t possibly mistake. 

“Anak-“ Obi-Wan was cut off by a mouth landing on his. Anakin’s hands grabbed Obi-Wan’s hips and pulled them flush together while he plundered the older Jedi’s mouth. Obi-Wan was at first shocked into inaction, but against his better judgment he let out a small moan and began responding in kind; tilting his head to give Anakin better access. This continued until the need for oxygen forced them apart.

Gasping into the ginger haired man’s mouth, Anakin spoke “I want you. I love you. And I can’t wait anymore to have you.”

Obi-Wan, mouth red and swollen, looked up at Anakin and didn’t have the strength to deny what they both wanted. “I suppose we should get back on the ship, then. It wouldn’t do to be caught by a pack of nexus with our pants down.”

Anakin grinned in joy and relief, taking Obi-Wan by the hand and dragging him back inside.