#omfgod i always get so soft when i write for him

[kaminobiwan]

more 'imagine if you will' Wolffe returning from a tiring mission. No one harmed, bumps and bruises, but a long day of trucking through unfriendly terain can drain anyone. So to his surprise there in his quarters is his s/o, folding what look like freshly folded sleepwear, and the smell of lavender in the air. They had drawn him a warm bath and planned on lavishing him the rest of the night for ultimate relaxation. The last thing he sees before drifting to sleep is the love in their eyes.

this is so fcking cute I can’t not write it out I love this ‘imagine if you will’ series thank u for starting it :’-)

✵✵✵ rini’s minis ; wolffe + a surprise visit

just a couple more steps.

each one feels like a monumental struggle as wolffe trudges to his assigned private bunk through the painfully familiar walls of the barracks. usually, after touching down on coruscant, he’d be on his way to your flat, seeking the respite he always found in your arms, but the hour was late—and wolffe wasn’t even sure he had the energy to make the speeder ride over.

it was better to let you sleep than deal with his post-mission moodiness.

he almost passes his own door in his mindless walking, having to take a step backward to punch in the code to slide his door open. as he passes the threshold of his temporary seclusion, he lets out a monstrous sigh—but stops midway at the sight of the intruder sitting on his bed.

well. you weren’t an intruder, by any means. but it was definitely a surprise to see you in the middle of a government patrolled compound without his accompaniment to grant you civilian access. though, he’s not exactly doubtful of your capabilities. you won him over, after all.

wolffe unfreezes as you regard him affectionately, mirth bleeding into the bright gaze that always seems to swallow him whole and liberate him all at the same time. “hi.”

“hi back,” he manages, suddenly registering the calming smell wafting from your side of the room—upon further investigation, he pinpoints the source from the basket aside you on the cot, home to the neatly folded set of spare greys you’ve just finished putting away. “should I ask?”

you shrug. “do you care?”

fair point.

wolffe lets his bucket fall haphazardly to the floor, too tired to discard it properly. you rise to meet him, hands on his armour in a flash, and soon, he’s bare skinned save for the underwear you never fail to tease him about. your fingers ghost over his ass right on cue, but he ignores it to capture your lips in an exultant release of tension. you smile against him.

“I had plans for a bath and a massage, but you look like you’re dead on your feet.” he mutters incoherently along your teeth, tongue swiping selfishly into your mouth. “after some rest, then?”

he hums, hands creeping along your back to pull you closer. “y’smell good.”

a tinkling laugh. his chest constricts in response, and you pull back to cup his cheeks. despite the way he towers over you, he still feels small whenever he’s in your grasp. “thank you.” you reach up to peck him sweetly again. “I brought stuff for you to sleep in, but...”

wolffe shakes his head in agreement as you lead him half-asleep to the cot that’s never looked more comfortable than it has before this moment. you let him kneel first, abruptly collapsing on his back to peer up at you longingly, then you’re descending atop him with much more grace than he had. his hands rest questioningly at the top of your loose pants, and you shimmy them off in response as he exhales in content. “just wanna feel you.”

the skin to skin contact has his eyes drooping in seconds, your warmth enveloping him like the pulsing adoration he feels from your heartbeat. as you tangle your legs with his, one last thought forms in his muddled consciousness, and he has a half mind to attempt to stay awake to keep you company, but your intuition catches his tired effort and wills it back down to the doting reaches of sleep. your love is wordless, silent as your lips cross his eyelids as they fall, but he feels it all the same.

before the dark claims him, he catches your encouraging smile as you kiss the corner of his mouth, and the promise of your presence in the morning lulls low in the air.