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What We Did on Felucia - Ch 18

Pairing: The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Story Tags: Smut, dubcon, slow burn, sex pollen, eventual polybatch

Chapter Summary:

"Well, would you rather sleep instead?" "And miss out on a teaching moment? That would be irresponsible of me."

AO3

You got nowhere with Nala Se.

The Kaminoan told you, “CT-9902 and CT-9904 are physically fit for duty,” and when you pointed out no, they’re not, she merely said in an airy, insufferable tone, “As their commander, it is your discretion when to send them into the field.”

That sounded all fine and reasonable until one realized declining assigned missions without a significant reason was grounds to dismantle the experimental squad.

You spent the remainder of the day in meditation in a futile attempt to control your wayward anger. It had been a long time since you’d felt this inner darkness, a darkness even the most compassionate and wise Jedi held within them. The key lay in knowing how to control it, but that side of you wasn’t just a theoretical exercise. You had let that darkness loose before, long before you joined the squad. You couldn’t afford to let it rear its head again.

It was for this reason, this wild darkness that you needed to smother once again, that you didn’t go visit your men. Seeing their faces, knowing you had failed them, would be a reminder of the many times you’d failed them before, many of which they were unaware of.

It still felt cowardly to tell Hunter by comm that you were unable to extend Tech and Crosshair’s medical leave, and you felt even worse when he thanked you for trying.

You didn’t go to see them that evening either; instead, you went to bed early, hoping a restful night of sleep would help. And when you found yourself staring at the ceiling, the sound of your breathing too loud in your ears, you ventured out and went to the chamber you used for meditation.

Centering yourself was a poor half-attempt, ultimately unsuccessful, and you sat with your legs curled under you on the circular meditation stool, staring out at the window as rain coated its surface in rivulets. With the room dark, you could see out into the dim stormy night, the unseen waves below pelting their anger against the struts and columns of the suspended city. The domes were built so well you couldn’t feel it physically, but the destructive energy vibrated across the Force like ripples in a pond.

You released a breath and let your shoulders sag. It wasn’t about the medical leave. Felucia and Aldera had been a stark reminder of that which you already knew: your squad was not invulnerable, no matter how many missions they complete or how high their success rate.

The Batch were capable, more capable than anyone else you knew save the members of the Council, and something like Felucia probably wouldn’t happen again. But there could come a day, a mission, from which they didn’t return.

And there was nothing you could do about it.

A tired, quiet laugh escaped you. No attachments, indeed. As a youth, you’d never understood the rule against attachments, but you did now. You would do anything for your men, and that fact alone clashed with the objective commander you were supposed to be.

Felucia had changed everything, and even now you were still unraveling its effects.

Your previous agitation settled into melancholy, and you remained like that into the night, unmoving as you watched the eternal rain. And when the door slid open behind you, you didn’t show any sign of surprise, having sensed him out in the corridor when he was still some distance away.

“Can’t sleep?” Hunter’s quiet voice traveled the darkness that both you and he could see.

“Yes,” you responded just as quietly. “You?”

“Eh, never do on stormy nights. Mind some company?”

You moved over on the meditation stool, leaving room enough for him as the stools were quite spacious. As he sat next to you, you realized he was only wearing his armor from the waist down, his upper half covered by his body suit.

You looked away.

“That’s right,” you finally spoke. “You don’t sleep well because of your senses?”

You already knew the answer, but talking felt somehow safer than sitting beside him in silence.

“Yeah. Especially if they’re loud, and then there’s the lightning. If it strikes nearby, I can feel it.” He chuckled. “Not exactly conducive to sleeping.”

“I can imagine.”

You glanced down, feeling some of that weight push on you a little more. You didn’t know that still bothered him, assuming he’d grown out of it since his cadet days.

“What about you?” he asked. “What’s… keeping you up?”

You released a breath, as if hoping it would lighten some of the weight off your shoulders. It didn’t.

“I’m not sure. Restless, I suppose. Meditation doesn’t help, sleep eludes me, and I just can’t seem to…”

“Turn off your thoughts?”

“Yes.” That was exactly it.

“Figured it was something like that,” he said, and the way he said it, almost carefully, caught your attention. “I could sense you all the way from our barracks.”

You finally looked at him, frowning.

“Sense me?”

“Yeah, your, uh… electromagnetic signature. Everyone’s got a sort of field around them, and every Jedi I’ve met has a strong field. Especially if they’re using the Force.”

Your face smoothed, recalling how he had explained this to you once, but he’d been young, and it had been long enough ago he probably didn’t remember. Especially with… all the experiments Nala Se had run on him and his brothers.

“Can you sense other sources of the Force?” you asked, genuinely curious. “Ones not from living beings?”

“Like what?”

“Well, the Jedi Temple, for instance. It’s a natural nexus of the light side of the Force.”

Hunter frowned in thought and said, “I don’t remember feeling anything particular there, but it was peaceful. Quiet. Even with all the Jedi around, it wasn’t overwhelming. Not like the rest of Coruscant can be.”

“Or Kamino.”

He gave you a small, rueful smile.

“I had to learn to tune out the regs a long time ago. Wouldn’t have survived otherwise.”

You couldn’t meet his eye again, wondering if he understood just how accurate that statement was.

“I’m glad you enjoyed your time there,” you said, sensing his focused attention on the side of your face.

“Do you miss it?”

The question caught you off-guard, and you really thought about it.

“The Temple? I… suppose I do, at times. I wish I could take you all there more often.”

Hunter was quiet for a moment, and then he said, “Who knows. Maybe… after the war’s over.”

“Have you thought about what you’ll do when the fighting ends?”

Hunter offered a half-shrug.

“Didn’t use to. Never thought there was a point to thinking about some far-off day I might never see, but… that’s changed recently.”

He bridged your surprised silence with a smile that was soft and a little bashful. He pressed on quickly, as if not wanting to linger too long.

“What about you? Gonna go back to Coruscant when it’s all over?”

You swallowed.

“I… don’t know. But I have been thinking about it, hence why I can’t sleep.”

“Ah,” he said, understanding. “You need to switch off your brain.”

“If only,” you said with a small smile.

“Well, relaxing helps. And I don’t mean… you know. Your Jedi meditation thing.”

You closed your mouth, about to mention meditation, and you tilted your head at the question. Hunter cleared his throat, and awkwardness filtered into his posture.

“You don’t do other things to relax?” he hedged in a question.

“I… well, I drank with all of you. And I enjoy reading.”

“Anything physical?”

“Oh, sure. I have my morning and evening stances, as well as sparring whenever I can find a partner.”

“That’s not exactly what I mean.”

Now you stared at him, and Hunter sighed.

“You’re pent up.”

Pent up? You stared at him for a moment, frowning, and then understanding hit you like a bolt.

“Oh! No, I’m fine. Really.”

“I’m sure you are,” Hunter said slowly, “but… when’s the last time you… y’know.”

“The last time I what? Had sex?”

Hunter made an odd face, like he was trying to carefully weave his way through a room of delicate art pieces without knocking them over.

“That’s one option, but, not what I meant.”

“I don’t understand.”

“When’s the last time you… touched yourself.”

“Do you mean masturbation?”

The flush crept into his cheeks, and he made the wincing face again.

“Yeah.”

“Oh. I don’t.”

He blinked at you and said, “Ever?”

“I’ve never had the need. It hasn’t been an issue.”

“It seems to be one now,” he said under his breath, as if it was more a comment to himself than to you, and you frowned at him, pointed.

“Perhaps it wouldn’t be if you and Crosshair hadn’t tormented me the last few days.”

His sudden smile was sheepish, but there was something wolfish about it too, like he wasn’t quite sorry enough to be repentant.

“Yeah, all right, that’s on us.” And then he met your eye, his tone more serious. “Could be a good idea to give it a shot. Might help you sleep, at least.”

You didn’t respond for a long moment, and his next words held some growing panic in them.

“Or, you don’t have to, of course. I don’t mean to—”

“I don’t know how.”

He just… blinked at you.

“You don’t know… oh.”

You couldn’t meet his eye.

“Well…” He leaned back on the heels of his hands and stared forward out of the rain-soaked viewport. “Nobody knows what they’re doing when they start out. They just kinda… fumble with it until they figure out what feels good.”

You looked at him with widening eyes.

“You’ve masturbated before?”

He let out a small noise that could have been a cough or a choke, and he said, “Yeah. You could say that.”

You tilted your head, trying to imagine it. Hunter in his bunk, dressed in only his body glove, his hand slowly drifting down his stomach until it slipped beneath his waistband, finding his cock hard and weeping, and he stroked it with one long, low moan—

You wiped away the image, but it was too late; the pressure between your legs grew warm and heavy, perhaps proving Hunter’s point.

You tried to imagine doing that to yourself, touching the sensitive places inside, and you knew you made some kind of face.

“I… I don’t know. It doesn’t appeal to me.” Not your own masturbation, anyway.

“What if I…”

You looked over at him as he seemed to search for the right word, and he finally said, “…Helped?”

“With sex?” you asked, thinking back to you and Tech in the cockpit. Experiencing something like that with Hunter would certainly fix whatever was currently ailing you.

“N-no,” he stammered. “I mean, help you figure out what, uh… feels nice. For you.”

You wrinkled your nose at him.

“You’re being awfully evasive.”

He chuckled and ran a hand through the hair below his bandana.

“How about I show you?”

“All right.” You were curious what he had in mind, and you found that trust on the battlefield could easily be extended to trust in other vulnerable moments. You would certainly put that to the test as Hunter maneuvered behind you on the meditation cushion, bracketing you with his legs. As soon as Hunter pressed against your back and wrapped his arms around your waist, you leaned into him, relaxing as naturally as if you had slipped into a warm bath.

“Comfy?” His voice was low, tingling up your spine like a physical touch.

“I could fall asleep like this.”

Hunter hummed thoughtfully, and when he spoke his voice held a teasing edge.

“Well, would you rather sleep instead?”

“And miss out on a teaching moment? That would be irresponsible of me.”

In response, he lowered his face to the side of your neck and pressed his lips to skin, the fur there thin enough for him to reach it. You further melted into him, and sleep was suddenly far from your mind.

As if he knew it, Hunter said low, “Remove your clothing from the waist down.”

“Yes, sir,” you responded in a tease, and Hunter’s grip tightened on you just enough to show the words had affected him. Something to remember for later.

You reached under your thin sleeping robes and pulled down your underwear, removing them completely. You wore no footwear, having left your quarters barefoot, missing the feel of solid ground beneath your feet. The Cathar warriors of old hadn’t needed shoes, and most of their battle gear consisted of weapons, fur, and some sparse straps and loincloths. You smiled at the thought of wearing traditional Cathar “armor” in front of your squad, and their reaction at you wearing little more than your fur to go into battle. Another thought to tuck away for later.

With his hands in front of you, Hunter removed the gloves from his body suit and ran one hand along your bare thigh, fingers grazing over the fur.

“Soft,” he mumbled against your ear, and you fidgeted, wanting him to touch you further. But he took one of your hands and placed it under his. “Ready?”

You hesitated, suddenly nervous, and Hunter picked up on it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, but this is…” You struggled to find the proper words. “This kind of… touching. It’s new to me.”

“New?” He processed that for a moment, and then asked, “Tech didn’t do anything like this with you?”

Your fur ruffled, part embarrassment, part in memory of your impatience and overwhelming need as you crawled onto Tech, straddling his hips.

“We didn’t really take our time.”

Hunter hummed again, his fingers stroking your fur in an absentminded way. You liked that, the idea that his mind was elsewhere but he was still compelled to touch you.

“Can’t say I blame him. I wouldn’t want to waste time, either.”

You shivered, reminded exactly why you’d been so eager for your first real experience with Tech. That same molten desire crept up on you at the thought of placing Hunter in a similar position.

“In all fairness, it was more me than him,” you said, trying for humorous, but the words were too breathless to be convincing. “I wouldn’t even let him get undressed before I… well… had him.”

Hunter inhaled heavily through his nose, and his voice was quiet but rough as he said, “The plan was to show you how to pleasure yourself, but to be honest, I might have to improvise.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I want to touch you instead.”

You didn’t say anything to that, mostly because you couldn’t. There was a part of you, previously dormant and asleep that was wide awake now, and it took over. You slid out your hand from under his, took it, and interlocked your fingers together. And then you pulled your hand down between your legs.

Hunter went very still, not even breathing as you dragged his hand over your cunt, and then pushed in two of his fingers, parting your labia. He groaned against your neck as he felt how slick you were, almost dripping, all from simply having him so close.

You took his other hand on your waist and slipped it under your tunic, holding it around your breast and squeezing. And with his other, you drew his fingers up and around your clit, finding what felt best and making him repeat the motion. Hunter growled and latched onto your neck, sucking the sensitive skin, and you arched your back.

The movement granted him easier access to your entrance, and without prompting, Hunter dipped his fingers just inside, his exploration gentle and curious, and you recalled how he touched you the same way after exposure to the chemical.

You closed your eyes and made a breathless noise as he reached deeper, and you let go of his hand, letting him take control. He curled his fingers to find that same sensitive spot he’d found in the lab, and he stroked his fingers as if petting you. He combined the stroking with a gentle pull and pinch of your nipple, and you writhed in an involuntary shudder.

“I need you.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, and he groaned into your neck.

“I’m right here.

“No, I need- I need you to—”

You released a small cry as he moved his fingers in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your clit. You didn’t know how you were still able to talk, but you did, begging.

“F-fuck me, Hunter. Please.”

He growled and set his teeth on the bare part of your shoulder that had slipped out of the robes, almost biting, and that previously sleeping part of you burned aflame.

“Please, please,” you babbled, unable to stop. “I need you, I need—"

Hunter thrust into you and rubbed hard circles into your clit, and you toppled over your peak and crashed down the other side, pushing back into him and releasing a soft, keening cry.

The pressure of his teeth on your shoulder increased, and you throbbed around him, the pleasure shooting up your core in a curved arch that you could almost see, the nerves lighting up with the expectation of being filled with something longer and thicker than fingers.

The pleasure subsided into an ache, and though your limbs were heavy with warmth, you still felt too empty. You sensed an echo of something similar from Hunter, a frustration and a need left unfulfilled, and when he removed his fingers, you tried to turn and face him.

“Let me. I want to take care of you.”

But Hunter didn’t let you turn around, holding your back to his chest with his arms around your waist again.

“It’s fine,” he said, resting his cheek against the side of your head. “I’ll handle it later.”

You frowned, difficult to do through the haze of your lingering pleasure.

“I meant what I said, Hunter. I want to have sex with you.”

He gave a noise between a cough and a chuckle, and he said, “I want that, too,” but you still sensed his hesitation.

“But?”

“I’m willing to wait.”

“For?”

“For you to… figure things out with the rest of the squad, what it is you want out of this.”

You frowned further.

“I already know what I want.”

“Oh? And what do you want?”

“You.”

He let out another exhale and pressed his lips behind your ear.

“And you have me. In whatever way you’ll accept.”

You sensed it again, that thing you couldn’t quite pinpoint, hesitation wrapped in regret.

You turned your head and pressed your lips to his cheek. The gesture was met with rough stubble that tickled, and you found you liked it. It wasn’t often you got to see him so late before he had a clean shave in the morning.

“I would have you every way.”

He gave another one of those almost-sheepish smiles, and you didn’t need to see in the dim light to feel the heat of his blush, but underneath remained that same strange hesitancy.

“If that’s what you want.”

No, not hesitancy. Doubt. And you got the sense it wasn’t of you.

You gently pulled out of his arms and rose to your feet, extending a hand to him. He blinked but let you pull him to his feet, and you led him to one of the longer couches facing the massive glass wall. You tugged him down onto the seat cushions, and then pushed him flat against them, smiling a little when his eyes went wide.

But you weren’t going to steal his virtue. Instead, you laid down beside him and rolled onto your side facing the window. He understood immediately what you wanted and snaked an arm around your waist, pressing flush against your back. You didn’t mind the hard armor of his lower half, your robes softening some of the plates, though of course you would have liked it better if he wore his body glove. Or, nothing at all.

“I wish we could do this more often,” you said, resting your head on his arm when he squeezed it between your neck and the couch.

“Do… what?”

You smirked at his confused response.

“Sleep like this. Together. The others, too, like we did on the ship.”

“Well, we’ll get to, won’t we? Between missions, and while we’re stuck traveling by hyperspace.”

Your heart lifted.

“That wasn’t a temporary arrangement?”

“Are you kidding? Wrecker would be heartbroken if we took down his nest.”

“…Nest?”

“Yeah, that’s what we call it. Kinda like a bird’s nest.”

You almost pointed out that birds weren’t the only ones who made nests, or more accurately, dens. But you bit your tongue. That was a facet of Cathar mating behavior they didn’t need to know.

“We used to sleep like that as cadets,” he continued, and as he spoke, his fingers lightly rubbed where they lay against your stomach. “Until we got older. To be honest, I think we all kind of miss it.”

“Even Crosshair?” you asked, unable to imagine him cuddling up to his brothers, but Hunter chuckled.

“Don’t let him fool you, he’s the worst of us. Good luck trying to move if you wake up with him wrapped around you.”

You smiled at that image, and you were glad if your new sleeping arrangement could be used as a way to bring them closer, like they used to be. You stared out the viewport; the rain had stopped and the clouds moved on, giving a clear view of the star-strewn sky.

“Have anywhere to be in the morning?” you asked.

“Nothing before first meal.”

“Good. Maybe we can both get some sleep.”

Hunter hummed and nosed into your hair.

“Solid plan. I like it.”

After you both settled, pressed against each other as close as possible, Hunter quietly said, “Night, sweetheart.”

He couldn’t see your smile, but he could hear it in the way you said his name.

“Goodnight, Hunter”

You wished you could turn around and steal the kiss you ached to have, relieve his arousal that faded but still remained. But whatever held him back was something he would either figure out himself or would share with you.

Hunter had always, without fail, shown you patience and grace, and you would do the same for him.

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