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A Remedy for Memory || Part Three

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Jan. ‘24 - Accidental First Kiss

Summary: One simple fall causes a certain commander to fall in love with his co-commander all over again. Rex expresses his gratitude to his lover rather affectionately — unaware that he's never done so before, unaware that he and Ahsoka aren't together.

Tags: order 66 didn't happen, temporary amnesia, whump kinda, fake dating kinda, protective brotherly Anakin

Word Count: 5,528

A/N: if you saw the rom com this was inspired by, no you didn't. but fr go watch it, it's called the other zoey! (@rexsoka-monthly)

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Three Months Ago

When the soft knock at Ahsoka’s door came, it was Jesse’s face rather than Rex’s smiling in her doorway.

The ARC’s presence was always a welcome one but this occasion might’ve been the first exception. She’d been waiting for Rex for the better part of an hour and her disappointment was difficult to disguise. Ahsoka’s hopeful heart sank, returning to its regular rate and the fire that had been ignited in it for days, now extinguished in a swift death.

If she exhaled deeply enough, she could feel the shattered fragments of it pierce her chest.

Jesse, typically one to pick up on microexpressions and words left unsaid, was held back by the copious amounts of Tihaar in his system. She caught its distinct notes of smokey caramelization when he laughed. “Hey Commanderer, was jus’ wondering if you wanted t’join us in the barracks for drinks,” he offered, slurring over his words. His speech might’ve been compromised, but his eyes were anything but — scanning the empty room behind her.

The flush in her cheeks ran hot, knowing just who he was searching for. Jesse hadn’t been promoted to ARC status without reason. A few times during the siege, she’d met his knowing gaze, helmeted but clearly taking stock of the newfound dynamic between his two Commanders.

“You have—” he hiccuped, “Haven’t seen Rex anywhere, have you?”

Ahsoka readied herself to catch the drunken Lieutenant who was now relying heavily on her door frame for stability. As down in the garbage chute as she was, she couldn’t suppress her amusement. Jesse’s state of being was inadvertently lifting her mood whether she wanted it to or not. It had been in nothing but a drunken haze that he had forgotten Ahsoka wasn’t there as a General — stumbling to the correct door by complete accident.

Damn him.

To him, to all the clones, she was their Commander, their General, and more. The title of Advisor was irrelevant. It had been as though she’d never left, continuing on as a Jedi and leading them into the mission as she was always meant to.

Lying to the men was something Ahsoka never did, but she had no other choice in this instance.

“No,” she answered finally, allowing herself to laugh at her goofy friend. “Unfortunately, I haven’t, not since we turned in for the evening. He, um, isn’t in his room then?” Her tongue was slotted into her cheek, hoping Jesse hadn’t picked up on the tone of suspicious interest in her voice.

His face contorted in curiosity for a spell before he pursed his lips. A flask was produced from his utility belt and he took a swig of its contents, deep in thought. “Wanna help me look for’em?” The flask was wiggled back and forth in his grip as a way of enticing her.

Again, Ahsoka laughed but turned him down, in no mood to prolong her sadness or risk the possibility of worsening it. “Thanks, but warm Tihaar doesn’t exactly agree with me. Good luck finding Rex. And please, be careful.”

He only shrugged his shoulders and pushed himself away from her door. “You’re missin’ out, but if I find’em, you’ll be the fi— first to know,” he hiccuped again and disappeared down the echoing hallway of the men’s drunken laughter.

She waited and worried and paced for what felt like another hour, but not once did she regret what had been done. Had anyone seen Rex follow her? They hadn’t exactly tried to be subtle with their flirting throughout the entirety of the mission, were they somehow sloppy with this too? She could accept it if nothing further happened between them, but it still stung something fierce.

Ahsoka both tried to recount the events of the evening and to forget them. Her neck tingled in the sensitive spot Rex’s mouth had been just earlier — his velvet lips… so soft in a galaxy where every edge of a soldier was expected to be rough. Rex had many regrets and she hoped her name hadn’t been added to the extensive list. The thought alone made her feel physically ill. Her hand was pressed over her neck, clutching where his kisses had been placed, as though she were attempting to keep them from flying away.

The next noise that came to her door was much harsher and not a knock at all.

Jesse barged in before she had time to react, cursing under his breath and carrying the missing man over his shoulder. Ahsoka gasped and retrieved Rex’s fallen helmet, placing it quickly on her night table and adjusting the rangefinder.

“Tell me that wasn’t his head, Jesse,” she whispered through her teeth, helping him place an unconscious Rex onto her bed before folding her arms.

He picked up the man’s feet and shoved him to the middle of her mattress. “Hey, he was already knocked out when I found him. Two shinies spilled some of the not-so-cheap stuff in a corridor near the barracks and Cap— Commander Clumsy here slipped and fell,” Jesse laughed, slightly less inebriated than before.

Ahsoka smacked his arm.

“He needs a medic then, not me,” she said, turning to Rex and cupping his face, checking him for head injuries and desperately attempting to ignore the feel of his five o’clock shadow on her palms — as if she hadn’t felt the gentle scratch there under entirely different circumstances just earlier.

Jesse snickered again, “Well, I would’ve taken him there, but…”

“The medic’s drunk?”

“Medic’s drunk.”

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“This looks incriminating,” Jesse said minutes later, removing Rex’s shoes and placing them at the foot of Ahsoka’s bed. They’d agreed rather quickly that Rex needed to stay here tonight under Ahsoka’s careful watch. She was likely the only person outside of the bridge that wasn’t intoxicated.

“I think we are well past incriminating, Jesse,” she corrected, glancing at the growing pile of Rex’s armor strewn about her room. It was supposed to have ended up there tonight just… not like this. She tugged Rex’s cuirass off as his brother held him up. “Where’s the unlocking mechanism for his belt? Can you hold him still?”

“Trying. I’m trying,” he’d said, giggling at Rex’s limp form and losing grip. His mouth twitched and he pointed above Rex’s codpiece, “It’s, well, behind the uh...”

The blush that had settled into Ahsoka’s face could almost rival the one she wore in the hangar when Rex tried to further their kissing beyond that of something so reserved and so clothed.

“Of course it is,” she sighed, earning a matching sigh from Jesse in confirmation.

She’d fully been prepared for undressing an armored Rex in her room, learning where each of the pieces disconnected and feeling the warm man beneath the shell — but, again, not like this. No, the initial image didn’t exactly have Jesse in the room instructing her on how to do so.

That was supposed to be Rex’s job.

The act was quick, eliciting no response from Rex. Force, how she’d give anything for his reaction to it; for his labored breathing and ready hands — to tug her hands down where he wanted them. Instead, his utility belt and kama fell limply to the bed and Ahsoka piled them neatly on the floor, neatly stacking the rest of his upper armor.

“We’ll leave the rest,” Jesse said, noticing the air in the room had shifted when all that remained was Rex’s lower kit.

“Agreed.”

“We got off the armor that matters for a comfortable night's sleep.”

“Yeah?” she asked.

“Well…”

“Jesse.”

He threw his hands up in defense and silently made his way to the door, lingering a moment longer, “It’s true. All I’m saying is that anyone with vision and hearing can tell how he feels about you, Ahsoka.”

Pressing her lips together Ahsoka crossed her arms tight around her middle and looked away.

“Just not everyone pays attention. Be careful. That goes for both of you,” he added, tapping his fingers against her door frame and bidding her a good night.

Present Day

His lips were as soft as she remembered — unexpectedly so in contrast to the rest of him. Hard armor, sharp features, buzzed hair, calloused hands. Soft lips.

Ahsoka couldn’t think straight, kissing Rex, being kissed by Rex.

He was confident with his affections, trailing his loving mouth along the length of her jaw as if he’d really been doing it for all these months. As both her lashes and insides fluttered, she wondered how many times he’d thought about this exact moment — how many times he thought he might’ve already done it.

For her, the imaginary instances had been countless — constant since her return. Rex had evidently imagined it so frequently that he’d perfected the art.

He sucked on that tender spot below her jaw where her neck met her lekku and elicited a small gasp from her dry throat. They’d discovered together months ago that this spot was sensitive, as it was the very spot his lips had latched onto that night in the Tribunal’s hangar.

Hot breath fanned over her wet skin as Rex continued recounting the story. “I followed you back to your room, knowing no one would think to look in the General’s quarters for us,” he spoke lowly against her neck, the vibrations of his voice causing her own breaths to become shallow.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him. She couldn’t tell him. The truth would jeopardize how he healed and Rex… Rex would have to remember on his own that none of what he remembered after the shuttle had actually ever happened.

He did make it to her room that night, only he’d done so via unconsciously slung over the shoulder of his brother. And, well, he’d ended up in her bed with his armor on the floor, but not in the way he thought.

But kissing him — kissing Rex — she momentarily believed as much as he did that his version of that night was true.

His hands were anything but shy either. Two fingers were quick to hook behind her knee, urging Ahsoka to swing her leg over him. Her chest rose and fell impossibly fast, panicking over how to proceed.

“Rex, we’re not alone,” she whispered against his temple, placing a trembling hand to his chest.

Nothing deterred him. “Skywalker left minutes ago,” he revealed, smiling wickedly and out of breath. “Guess he decided he’d seen enough.”

Through her heavy lashes, Ahsoka could see the sultry lopsided grin on his swollen lips, causing the knot behind her navel to coil tighter. The hand that cupped her jaw was gentle as his thumb skirted against her bottom lip and caused her to whimper. In one expert motion, Rex had Ahsoka in his lap, straddling him in the middle of the medbay.

A small squeak died in her throat as his lips enveloped hers once more, large hands covering her thighs and squeezing. She sighed into the kiss and he groaned so sweetly as their cores brushed. “I can’t wait to get you back to our place and have you all to myself,” Rex breathed into her mouth, swiping his tongue along hers.

“Ou-our place?” Ahsoka managed, gripping the material of the blacks covering his shoulders.

He hummed in response, hands journeying up to her hips and tracing them delicately, looking up at her adoringly as she shivered. A chaste kiss was placed to the inside of her left lek, “Yes, ma’am.” His mouth trailed upward, fully aware of what result it would get him. Ahsoka shifted in his lap and he grinned, continuing and reaching the convex curve of her montral. “Where every evening you get to watch the sunset over the Temple and I get to watch you. I want to watch you tonight, unraveling with nothing but my mouth and the golden light on your skin,” he whispered, teeth grazing her chevron.

Ahsoka’s hips bucked and she nearly choked, trying to remember to remind herself that she had a part to play. Yes, she was quite glad that she wasn’t the one hooked up with her vitals displayed. It was a very real possibility that she’d break the heart monitor.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she rasped, her mouth dry. “I’ll go get everything ready.’

Rex made a noise of protest, the hands on her hips tightening and being used as leverage to press their centers closer. His voice was gravelly, “I think I remember Kix prescribing me a few doses of y—”

She pressed a finger to his lips and he smiled wickedly, kissing the digit as though he were nothing but innocent.

“Kix said no such thing,” she laughed before biting her lip. “But the sooner you let me slip away, the sooner you can self-prescribe yourself whatever you want.”

“And if I said you look rather tempting?” he drawled, shifting beneath the sheets as Ahsoka got off the bed.

She threw him a wink as she left the room, “Medic’s orders, then.”

The chair that the nurse droid brought for her to sit down in earlier looked enticing, an invitation for relief, but Ahsoka thankfully made it around the corner before breaking character. She pressed herself into the wall, heart pounding in her throat and trying to absorb what had just happened. Her legs squeezed together. He didn’t remember that they never… that what happened in the shuttle on the Tribunal never continued.

It never amounted to anything.

It— All it did was find them in small moments alone in the mess hall, the Resolute’s corridors, its war room, the hangar. All it did was make them forget that nothing happened, before inevitably bringing tight smiles to their lips and brief vulnerable looks in their eyes until one of them looked away or said something to reluctantly end it. All it did was insert itself into their banter during battle, the dances they did on the field, how they knew the other’s instincts. Even when Anakin was there, he wasn’t, nor were the men. They were the only people in the galaxy until the cruel spell was broken again.

Their light hearted banter continued, thank the Force. She didn’t know how she’d be coping otherwise.

Discussion about it just wasn’t had. They’d silently agreed upon it. Only when her Master started asking questions had they been forced to approach the topic.

Ahsoka swallowed, lighting her comm up and watching her hand tremble. “Jesse?”

“Yes, sir, Commander?” he responded immediately.

“I found out what Rex thinks he knows.”

There was no response for a moment and Ahsoka knew he’d heard the waver in her voice. “Commander, you don’t—”

“I know that. But I have to now. I can’t— Anakin is going to be impossible to convince otherwise,” she said, knowing she wasn’t making any sense.

“What happened, Ahsoka?”

She rushed the words out so that she wouldn’t have to suffer them for long, “Rex thinks we are involved because we almost were. Well, we were a bit. Then… then you brought him to my room that night after Mandalore—”

Jesse put together the pieces Ahsoka had scattered. She’d only confirmed what he already knew to be true. “He was supposed to already be in there, wasn’t he?”

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, Ahsoka waited, knowing her silence was already speaking for her. “Yes,” she confirmed. “He thinks we’re together, that we live together. And the only viable way we could do that is if each of us were no longer involved in the Republic.”

“I guess that explains why he thinks he’s retired,” Jesse said. “Have you told Kix?”

“I can’t tell him everything. Not how much I told you.”

“You don’t have to. Just tell him what you found out. I’m sure you know this already, but Kix would never repeat a word you confide in him — he has the utmost respect for you as much as anyone. I’ll talk to him too. If it’s the three of us speaking with the General, he may be easier to persuade.”

Ahsoka nodded to herself. “Okay. Alright, I’ll comm him and find both of you after. Thank you, Jesse.”

“Sounds like a plan, sir. Anytime.”

Flames licked at the irises of her Master’s eyes. She could practically see the red rings encircling them, but their color remained blue, deceitfully so. Ahsoka wasn’t easily fooled. She’d known him long enough to see the tsunami that roared behind them; it was too late to take back her wish that he’d be angry. So, too, was it far too late to wish he’d been present to witness her and Rex in the medbay.

His jaw flexed before he responded to his medic. “And you expect me to just host his delusions willingly?”

Jesse shifted uncomfortably and Kix reached for the datapad clipped to his belt. “I can show you his results again, sir. They were conclusive almost immediately. There was no time to falsify a report.”

Rex’s office was still, not even the gentle hum of the air conditioning could grant them its presence, almost as if it too were holding its breath to hear what Anakin’s reaction would be to such a request.

It was the only place she could think of for pulling Jesse and Kix aside to shed the weight that had been placed on her shoulders, telling them each what Rex had divulged to her and what truly had happened after Mandalore. Conveniently, Kix was observant enough to share Jesse’s suspicions — Rex’s intimate gratitude earlier in the shipyard enough to confirm them. The safe little office they’d used to express their feelings and opinions felt decidedly less so now that Anakin had been called to join them.

“So I’m supposed to just find the apartment he described, furnish it, and pay for him and my Padawan to live in it until he heals?” Anakin asked incredulously, arms crossed and hands balled into shaking fists.

Ahsoka, Jesse, and Kix all remained resolute, unnerving the volatile man before them. Depending on how much he’d seen in the medbay, this could go one of two ways.

“Yes, sir,” Kix answered flatly. “To ensure Rex’s health, I’m afraid that’s exactly what I’m asking— what I’m telling you must be done. I hate to pull rank, sir, but taking these measures of precaution is absolutely necessary.”

Jesse tilted his head towards Kix, chiming in, “It could potentially speed along his recovery process, General. Vaughn agreed to split Rex’s tasks with me but we’re still a man short and the workload is already moving at a slower rate without him.”

Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose, letting his arms fall at his sides before placing them on his hips. His distaste with anything revolving around his pair of Commanders was clear even before Rex had fallen and hit his head. Something he already suspected between them that wasn’t true, was still untrue but now fully happening and out of his hands.

He was being forced to be complicit in this.

Ahsoka’s jaw flexed when he turned to her, prepared at a moment’s notice to come to Rex’s defenses.

“Your Knighthood ceremony is next week, Ahsoka. That’s in three days,” he reminded her, his voice distraught and cold.

“And according to Kix’s report, Rex’s memory will be back in two. This is just another mission. I'll be ready.”

“And if it’s not? If he’s not better? What do you think the Council will have to say about that?” he argued, pacing in Rex’s small office.

She tilted her chin up, “What the Council doesn’t know won’t hurt them. Isn’t that what you taught me?”

“That’s hardly fair, Ahsoka.”

“You know how I feel about fair,” she retorted.

Her Master scoffed, yet again humiliated in front of his troops by his student due to a fragile ego. It might do him some good — a few healthy doses close together like that to balance him out.

Jesse spoke up yet again, “There’s no one more capable than Commander Ahsoka to look after Rex. You can ask anyone in the 332nd. It was her who looked after us on Mandalore, more so than the other way around. If anyone should be at Rex’s side, it’s her. He’d do the same if the roles were reversed, and has. I’ve seen it.” His focus shifted to Ahsoka, eyes kind and gave her a nod.

Anakin’s features hardened and he turned his back to them, activating his comm and not looking back as he spoke, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

When the door closed behind him, Ahsoka took a seat behind Rex’s desk and put her head in her hand, looking up at the boys. Her frustration was evident, words unnecessary.

As if on cue, the air in the office finally kicked on and Jesse took a seat across from her. “Reckon’ it’s time for his scheduled comm with the Naboo Senator? Thought I had those timed,” he laughed dryly. Ahsoka cracked a slight smile, relaxing a bit. “He’s really going to give you this much hell when he’s calling in a favor with his wife?”

“How do you know it’s her that he’s contacting? And how do you know she’s…” Ahsoka asked, trailing off due to the look he was giving her.

Jesse scoffed playfully. “You mean who doesn’t? And he always presses the first button on his comm when he goes off to talk to her,” he explained, as if it were common knowledge. “And her apartment has the exact view Rex described does it not?”

Ahsoka swiveled in the comfortable chair. “You’re right,” she said, what her Master had stepped outside to do now snapping into place.

“Anyway, I think you missed my whole point, Ahsoka. Skywalker wants to bust your shebs for having to pretend to be in a relationship with Rex when he’s the one that’s married, that’s broken the code. And you’re not even a Jedi yet, not really — no offense,” he added.

“None taken. Where are you going with this?”

He resumed, “Your ceremony is in three days. You’re not breaking any rules. Technically, are you even still officially a Padawan? Did they ever rectify that anywhere after you came back?”

“No. No, they didn’t,” she responded, eyes widening a fraction.

Jesse tilted his head, a mischievous grin spreading over his face, “Then I’d say you’re clear to do whatever the fuck you want, Commander.” He leaned back in his chair, satisfied with himself.

Ahsoka attempted to combat the blushing of her lekku by just wanting it to go away. Jesse snickered and she looked to Kix for his input. He merely shrugged, silently agreeing with his brother before adding, “All I’m gonna say is that this might need to go live somewhere else before the General sees it.”

Her brow markings dipped and her gaze followed down to where his hand was resting on Rex’s desk. Kix was touching the frame of a photo tucked between stacks of datapads and mission reports.

It was one of two pictures total that Rex had framed on his cramped desk. One was of him, Cody, Fives, and Echo and the other… The one Kix had discovered was of him and her.

The frame was dainty and heart-shaped and she immediately reached for it, turning it face down and turning, herself, a shade of rosy orange.

Jesse lunged out of his chair towards the desk, “Hey, not so fast, I wanna see what he’s got framed in th—”

At that moment, the door whooshed open and Anakin reappeared. “Ahsoka, Padmé has agreed to help. Everything will be ready this afternoon for you and Rex to,” he paused, the words rebelling in his throat. “Live together,” he said finally. “Focus on the mission. You’re being tasked with helping his memory return. The moment it’s back, you’ll be inducted into the Order.”

She rose so quickly that Rex’s chair was spinning behind her. “Yes, Master. Thank you. Thank you, I won’t let you down.”

His jaw visibly tightened and he muttered as he turned away, “Yeah well, you can start by not being so enthusiastic about it.”

Not even three hours later, Anakin was handing Ahsoka a passkey for the apartment — the apartment that his commanders would be living in for the two days and where Rex was convinced they’d already been living in for the past three months.

His Force signature was indiscernible. It was clear that his earlier rage had fizzled, but Ahsoka didn’t favor what it left behind in its wake. She was unnerved at how emotionless he seemed.

“Padmé had Artoo and Threepio stock the place with food. She and her handmaiden furnished it and gathered Rex’s personal effects from the barracks and yours from the Temple. Our apartment is two floors above yours if either of you need anything for the duration of the weekend,” Anakin said. His words were icy, speaking to her as if they were just acquaintances and nothing more.

Ahsoka thanked him but he was already ten feet away from her, the distance between them not growing fast enough for her Master. He’d not even tried to dance around the details of his and Padmé’s arrangement. Already aware that she and Rex had swapped stories, he felt no need to maintain the secrecy now, just laying it out in the open. Ahsoka’s jaw hung loose, the passkey limp in her hand.

Anakin was at a loss, hair a mess from the back. She rarely saw him in this state. His commanders would be sharing a bed just two floors below him, they both knew the intimate details of his biggest secret, and there was nothing he could do about either one of those facts.

No expense was spared on the apartment, if apartment was even the correct term to use for such a lavish place to live. Ahsoka had been to Padmé’s place — well, as Anakin had corrected, their shared place — but had never really paid the view any mind. Day was setting on the Coruscant skyline and bouncing off the Jedi Temple in a way that made it seem unreal. Even GAR Headquarters shone in the distance.

Rex was beaming as he stepped through the door, the hand he had on Ahsoka’s hip pulling her closer. A sweet kiss was pressed to her lips and he kicked his shoes off, feeling right at home.

It was amazing how he could feel so much comfort in a place he’d never been before, slotting into this life that wasn’t theirs like he’d always been dealt other cards. She wished they had been dealt other cards — been dealt these cards.

He opened several cabinets in the kitchen. “Where do we keep the pans? I want to make you something for dinner,” he said, giving her that signature lopsided smile.

Yes, she was very envious of this dealing of cards. She wanted desperately to be able to tell them where they kept their pans, but even she didn’t have the answer. Ahsoka told herself to go to him instead and wrap her arms around his middle, pecking his cheek like it was something so natural that didn’t cause her stomach to flip. “Do you remember ever cooking for me?”

“I don’t. Do I know how to cook?” he asked, arching an eyebrow and looking a tad sheepish.

She shook her head and laughed, “I don’t think so.” The news of his inability in the kitchen was easy to deliver, as he didn’t already think it was a skill that he had.

Rex laughed at himself and ran his hands along her arms, “You know what they say. At least feed a lady before you kriff the living daylights out of her.” His head motioned towards the sunset through the window and added, “Literally.”

Oh, Rex was cooking alright. He lit a flame across her whole body and had been letting it simmer since he took that fall earlier. He was quite the chef indeed. Ahsoka buried her head in his chest and squeezed him tighter, remembering something Kix had told her. “Kix didn’t tell you, did he?”

“Tell me what?” he hummed, kissing the tip of one of her montrals.

“No pushing your limits physically until you’re better,” she said, looking up at him and offering a sympathetic smile. Her sympathy was truly genuine. There was little she’d rather do than take him up on his many advances and offers from today and finally finish what they started three months ago. Ahsoka never stopped wanting Rex, never stopped needing him — in every way.

They’d been given an opportunity they could do nothing with. They’d been provided with privacy, with a bed, with a mere glimpse into the life they could’ve had, but only because Rex’s memory was deceiving him. Two days of something she’d been quite excited for now felt almost cruel. It was painful to see what they could’ve had — what almost was — and just three days before she officially became a Jedi Knight.

Rex groaned and gave her a pleading look, bending at the knees and picking her up, placing her on the counter top. Ahsoka shrieked and pressed her lips together.

“I thought we agreed on medic’s orders,” he said, stepping between her legs and covering her thighs with his hands.

“We did,” she replied, air difficult to inhale as Rex started peppering kissing along her exposed neck, using his index finger to push her left lek aside. “That was un— until he gave actual orders.” Her own body vibrated as Rex hummed against her throat, a fair amount of electricity conducting between them.

“We could go slow,” he breathed against her skin suggestively. “I could make such sweet, slow, love to you.”

Ahsoka gasped at his words, brow markings twitching and thighs widening as he stepped closer to her. “W— We can’t,” she managed, her words not lining up with her actions as she craned her neck to the side, giving Rex further access.

A string of peppered kisses were planted along her collarbone. “Or,” he started again. “I could lie down and let you do all the work. But we both know I eventually wouldn’t be able to help myself.”

“Rex,” she whispered, voice small and swallowing over the lump in her throat. Ahsoka thought that before all this was over, she too would be admitted to a medical facility. Every inch of her skin was aflame. Everything she’d wanted for months was now being hand delivered to her on a silver platter and she didn’t know what to do with that.

“I know,” he caved. “Kix is the boss. The sooner I listen to him, the sooner I recover and get to kriff you with all my memories intact. I wouldn’t want to seize the opportunity with my cyare and find I’ve forgotten how to please her.”

She blushed furiously, his usage of the Mandalorian tongue causing her to shiver. She didn’t even know what it meant. “Somehow I doubt that.”

Rex shot her a wink and made a comment about how much of a shame it was, as the sunset was complimenting her flawless skin so well. But the waning sunset had also caught something in their home, causing it to reflect into her eyes. Ahsoka moved to hop off the counter and Rex stepped aside, watching curiously as she stepped over to a nearby shelf.

Two picture frames sat displayed in the apartment, one of Rex and a few of his brothers, and the other in a frame much dantier — much more heart-shaped.

Ahsoka’s chest swelled as she looked up at the photo, the same one from Rex’s office. Padmé must’ve gathered his belongings from not just the barracks, but his work desk too.

Coming to stand behind her, Rex looked where the light was catching the image and his arm slinked around Ahsoka’s waist. “I remember that day,” he said distantly, a soft smile on his buzzing lips. His brows knitted together as the memory resurfaced. “It was the day you returned. There was so much happening around us in preparation for Mandalore, but we got pushed together for a photo anyway.”

“Rex, you remembered something!” Ahsoka said excitedly. “Being back home is already working.”

Her throat closed around the word. Calling this place home felt equally as right as it felt wrong. Rex flattened his mouth and shrugged. “It’s just a small memory.”

“But it’s something,” she assured. Ahsoka utilized the Force to pluck the frame from the shelf and get it into her hands. She looked between the small printed version of herself and Rex. She remembered smiling for it, but had never seen the image, not until today. “Do you know why you’re looking at me instead of the camera? It was pretty loud in the hangar, I barely heard Sterling tell us to smile.”

His brows were dipped and his pink lips curved upwards when she met his gaze. Rex shook his head and, as if it was the most obvious answer in the galaxy, said, “Why would I ever look at a camera when you’re right next to me?”

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They’ll Hear You/Us

Rex paced back and forth waiting for her to arrive, he hadn’t seen her in months and he didn’t think he could wait another rotation maybe, not even another hour.

He missed her so much.

Eight months ago

Ahsoka’s head rested on his chest and her slender fingers intertwined with his “I don’t want to leave again.” She murmured.

“Then don’t.” Rex whispered resting his cheek against her montrals, the feeling of dread growing as the orange Shili light streamed in from the window.

“You know I can’t.” She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face further into his chest, Rex’s throat stopped up and his eyes grew wet.

“I know…..”

“In a perfect world, my love.” Her breath came out in shudders making him pull her closer and kiss her montrals over and over, silently pleading for the sun to rise slower. “I love you so much.”

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome.”

Present

He tried sitting down but that did nothing for his nerves so he started pacing again.

She was late now, she was never late, it didn’t matter where they met she was never late.

His heart pounded in his chest and a million scenarios raced through his mind, she could be dead or captured or hurt or—

She was here.

He could feel her.

He turned to the hangar door and saw her figure shrouded in a gray poncho, she hadn’t seen him yet, he took the moment to run a hand through his buzzed hair and straighten his own poncho trying to look his best for his cyare.

Then she saw him.

The next thing he knew a flurry of gray blue and orange had jumped into his arms making him stumble backwards into a crate of supplies resulting in a crash “‘Soka they’ll hear us!” He tried to sound stern but it was all he could do to keep the tears of relief from his voice.

“Let them.” She murmured nuzzling her face into his neck and holding him tight, he moved his arms to wrap around her waist and pressed his cheek to her lekku.

“I love you so much.”

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A crash alerted Echo that someone was in the hangar, he didn’t sleep much anymore since Tech’s death and Omega’s capture, he had been up researching Imperial bases Omega could possibly have been taken and had come up with nothing.

An intruder was really not what he needed right now.

He sighed heavily then grabbed his blaster and stalked out to the hangar, it was quiet but that didn’t mean anything.

He scanned the area and finally spotted a couple downed supply crates “Hmm.” He advanced stealthily and squatted down behind the downed crates then whirled around them pointing his blaster at two figures in ponchos. “Hands up!” They turned around and then his brain short circuited.

“Commander Tano!” His wide eyes went from her to the man whose neck she was hanging off of “Rex?!” The former commander launched herself at the former ARC and clapped her hand over his mouth.

“Be quiet!” She hissed, blue eyes wide and lekku darker than he’d ever seen them.

“No one can know she’s here.” Rex whispered, Echo nodded and Ahsoka cautiously released him.

“You-you’re alive!” He laughed in disbelief

“It takes more than a Sith to kill me.” She smirked moving back to Rex’s side and then it clicked in Echo’s head.

Commander Tano had been kissing Captain Rex!

“Wait….you two……..” His eyes went wide again and the two of them sighed

“Yes.” Rex rubbed both hands down his face

“Since whe—“

“Since Mandalore.” Ahsoka said intertwining her arm with his making the captain turn a light shade of pink.

He wasn’t sure how to react to this.

“I also have some news,” Ahsoka said looking up at Rex and Echo panicked.

“I’m an uncle!!!

“WHAT?!?!”

“NO! I have a lead on Ventress!”

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Hold on to Me

Summary: Redeployed to assist Rex and the rest of the 332nd Division during the Battle of Raxus, Ahsoka searches for Rex, desperately hoping to find him amongst the living.

For Rexsoka Monthly April Prompt: They'll hear you/us

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I needed a break from writing the first draft of my third novel (it’s refreshing to switch styles and genres once in a while) so I tackled @rexsoka-monthly’s April prompt, “They’ll Hear Us/You”.

And ended up with yet another AU. (I’ve never written a mirror verse before so let me know if you enjoyed it.)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Ahsoka Tano Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Ahsoka Tano, Abel Drongite Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), rexsoka, Rexsoka Monthly, March 2024: Truth Serum Summary:

Rexsoka Monthly March ‘24 – Truth Serum

At least she’d said goodbye, this time. At least she’d promised to keep in contact, if only he’d promise to do the same. At least she’d looked him in the eyes, as they’d stood in Koboh’s rare and warm rain, and told him she’d miss him, too.

18BBY | Rex underestimates Koboh’s local bitter.

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A Remedy for Memory || Part Two

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Jan. ‘24 - Accidental First Kiss

Tags: order 66 didn't happen, temporary amnesia, whump kinda, fake dating kinda, protective brotherly Anakin

Word Count: 5,713

A/N: if you saw the rom com this was inspired by, no you didn't. but fr go watch it, it's called the other zoey! (@rexsoka-monthly)

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Three Months Ago

“Commander Rex, the latest briefing has come in.”

Her Commander turned to face the officer on the bridge before focusing his attention back to her, “Want to have a look? It might have an update on General Kenobi’s efforts.”

That kind smile flashed upon his lips and reached his bright eyes. Ahsoka found that she was incapable of refusing. Being at his side in these few days since her return felt almost magnetic and she didn’t desire to part with that anytime soon. She followed the officer and Rex waited for her to fall in line before he let himself move his feet.

The doors to the briefing room swept aside and encased them in the small space, the holotable glowing with the waiting figure of Commander Cody. “Rex, are you and Commander Tano en route to Coruscant?”

Ahsoka smiled at the man’s use of her former title. No one was seemingly able to drop it either out of habit or respect or both. Even outside of her former legion, the clones continued to refer to her as their Commander. She smiled and Cody greeted her as well.

“We are. Just departed from Mandalore and had entered hyperspace right before you called. Maul is in custody below,” Rex answered. “Any update on your end?”

“Yes. My men are retrieving the body of General Grievous as we speak… what’s left of him, that is. General Kenobi was successful in his efforts against the pile of scrap. I shouldn’t speak too soon on such matters brother, but, with the death of Grievous comes the end of the war — rendering the Seperatist’s forces without orders and therefore… ineffective,” Cody said, his voice sounding as if he didn’t believe the words he spoke.

The words sounded wrong to everyone.

Rex’s eyes narrowed and he had to sit his helmet down, “You’re positive?”

Cody laughed, “I had to confirm three times myself. My medics declared him dead. Proceed en route to the capital, Rex. Commanders. We’ll join you shortly. Cody out.”

His blue form fizzled and the holotable went dark.

Ahsoka’s mouth hung open and she searched Rex for his reaction. His eyebrows were high on his forehead, a similar expression of shock painting his face. They stood there in a weighted silence. Neither of them knew what or how to feel.

It went without saying that this war had been their only real purpose in life, each of them growing up in it and knowing nothing other than to be a soldier. All they knew was the mission, the field, the fight, the reports, the lack of sleep. They only ever knew the hurt and pain of war — the never ending loss amidst small victories. It wasn’t an endless cycle, it was just their life.

Neither she nor Rex remembered a life without the war or life without the other person in it.

What did they do now if it was all over? How did they proceed after the people they were on Mandalore?

He was the first to speak, cutting through the loud and suffocating silence, “Well, in the theme of good things resulting from war.” A half-hearted chuckle rumbled in his chest, referencing their earlier conversation on the bridge. “They end.”

“What will you do now?” she blurted, the words leaving her mouth as soon as he finished.

He put his tongue in the pocket of his cheek, scanning the empty room. No… not here. Such honesties weren’t appropriate in this location — not that said honesties were appropriate in any scenario. “Whatever the Republic asks of me, I suppose. My loyalty remains with it. The fight won’t end overnight,” he said.

“And if it does?” Ahsoka prompted, not satisfied with his answer and knowing well that he was right.

She should’ve felt more shame with the way her focus rested on his lips, watching them part in anticipation of his response, far too hopeful that he’d mention the gundark in the room. Rex’s tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip and she hung desperately onto each torturous movement. His tongue rose behind his teeth as he prepared to speak, but his response never came.

The door opposite of the bridge slid open and Jesse and a squad of clones stepped in. Rex’s attention fell from her to his brothers.

Jesse was out of breath. “Commander Rex, I just got an update from Cody.”

“We just got off with him,” Rex said. “What he says is true, but don’t go telling the men just yet. We want them to finish up with everything before they start producing flasks and alcohol out of thin air.”

Jesse laughed guilty and patted a pouch on his waist, “You got it, Commander.” He saluted Rex and faced Ahsoka, doing the same, “Commander.”

The doors didn’t close behind him as his small squad left, allowing air into the tense little room and allowing the Commander and Advisor to catch their breath, but stripping them of their criminally short bit of privacy.

Rex fought with his decision not to tell her. He’d waved the opportunity by as it passed him yet now intensely wanted it back. They’d unfortunately rejoined reality, but it was nowhere close to feeling as real as the reality they’d been a part of when the briefing room had been theirs alone. The tight, charged bubble of air that had encapsulated them on Mandalore followed them on the bridge of the Tribunal, shrinking steadily all the while and pushing them further together. It had reached a point of suffocating smallness, but one that Rex and Ahsoka both had welcomed — only for it to suddenly burst.

Ahsoka stepped away from him and he could physically feel the distance growing between them in the pit of his stomach. It was then that he realized the end of the war didn’t quell his fear of losing her again — now in more ways than one.

“You coming?” she asked, moving toward the exit. His stomach lightened. “The sooner things get done, the sooner we can tell everyone the good news.”

Rex picked his helmet up and his shoulders along with it. The soft curve of her full lips made his entire body feel lighter. There was not a thing in the galaxy to feel so mournful about just yet.

“We could check up on how far along the men are with the post-mission checklists again,” Rex suggested.

Ahsoka bit her lip midway through his sentence, suppressing a curious grin and shutting off her datapad.

“What?” he asked, his own lips curving upwards. They’d been doing that frequently since her return.

“We can only check the status of the gear so many times, Rex,” she laughed. “It’s been four years. Your men have it under control. They could probably do it in their sleep, I’d wager.”

That pulled a laugh from his lungs, “I reckon’ you’re right. The boys would start thinking I’ve come down with something if I start hovering again. Besides, the corries being on board are enough to do a lot of it for me.”

“I think I’ll have to confer with Jesse on that one. A relaxed Captain Rex is not something I can picture,” she teased, bypassing the final set of ships in the hangar.

“I’ve told you. It’s true. More than just Jesse can attest.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Ahsoka kept on, giving him a wink and that smirk of hers as he jogged up to catch her. “We’ve seen to our duties three times over now—”

“Two and a half,” he corrected, winking back at her, the blood in his ears pumping furiously.

That earned him a mocking eye roll, squeezing at his heart. “So far, you’re not proving your case. And as your advisor, I’d advise you to turn in early and get caught up on lost sleep. You should take every opportunity you get. I hear the war will be over soon,” Ahsoka jested. It’s all the men were talking about. Word had spread more quickly than even the Blue Shadow Virus had.

He shrugged his shoulders, a loose smile playing at his lips, “Which doesn’t exactly mean the end of reports.”

“Vaughn has them covered as Captain,” she countered, crossing her arms and foiling his one and only excuse to remain in her presence for just a little while longer.

Blast it.

The last thing Rex wanted to do was turn in early. He very much wanted to finish overseeing the men, and he wanted to fill out the various mission reports from the siege… not that it necessarily needed to be done now or by him specifically. It was something that gave him purpose and perhaps a bit of joy. Did he still experience that same joy from said tasks when Ahsoka wasn’t around as he did them?

Well, not exactly, but that has nothing to do with anything. And how many more opportunities would he get to do those things with her if the war truly was ending?

Even though it was still unclear, Rex felt a mass settle in his chest that told him their time together was limited. Did they just not address all that banter? The absence of appropriate distance between the two of them? The shortness of breath where they got perhaps too close?

They were running out of time and he knew it. Everything was about to change.

Rex wasn’t Force sensitive by any means, but he could feel that Ahsoka knew it too — just as he could somehow sense that she felt everything he felt.

They came to a lift adjacent to the hangar and Rex stepped in after her, something like the wings of keeradacks brushing against the walls of his stomach. Had these things always been so narrow?

He swore they were bigger on the Resolute. The Tribunal had to be an updated model of the Jedi cruiser.

Their arms touched.

Ahsoka cut her eyes up at him from under her lashes. He smiled but didn’t move. She didn’t either. Her gaze fell to his throat, watching it bob as he swallowed. The confines of the lift were having a physical effect on him and it was not going unnoticed. Ahsoka smoothed her dress. It was doing the same thing to her.

A sharp ding then filled the thick air between them and Rex cleared his throat, hanging behind to allow her to exit first — because he was a gentleman and also because he wasn’t.

He bit his tongue at the way her short dress hugged her backside.

Ahsoka led the way through the corridor, passing the men’s empty barracks and heading toward the wing reserved for commanding officers and other such superiors. She was taking the long way and didn’t think he’d notice.

It shouldn’t have, but the air felt thick up here as well. There was no one around but the two of them — their forces still cleaning weaponry and finalizing tasks for their return to Coruscant. These halls wouldn’t be so deserted soon, but for now, they echoed.

Commander’s quarters were within sight all too soon and Ahsoka leaned against the wall opposite of his door. Rex stopped suddenly, not approaching the door. It had been on his mind since they departed for this mission and he’d not gotten the opportunity to offer beforehand.

“Ahsoka,” he said, earning her curious eye. “You can have my quarters if you’d like. I know they used to be yours and it’s something that would feel familiar. You shouldn't have to sleep in a guest room.”

She smiled softly, “I wouldn’t ask that of you, Rex. Besides, I am technically a guest as an advisor. I appreciate it, but it’s quite alright.”

“I know you’d never ask it of me, which is why I’m offering it to you.”

“Rex, I’m not taking your bed from you.”

He swallowed, that specific string of words lighting his insides on fire.

“Then sleep in the General’s quarters at least,” he suggested. “If the Council hadn’t done what they did to you… that’s the room you’d be in right now anyway.”

Her brow markings dipped questioningly, an amused yet honest expression decorating her features. “What’s this about, Rex?”

If she said his name one more time, it would be the medic he’d have to seek out.

The closer she stepped, the more his throat seemed to close. “General Skywalker promoted me and, well, your bed is worlds more comfortable than mine — the Commander’s bed, I mean,” he corrected himself, cursing the blush that was blooming under his collar. “It’s worlds better than the Captain’s ever was and I deduced that the guest beds must be about the same as the barracks.”

Ahsoka raised her brows and nodded, confirming his suspicions, a little laugh punctuating her words, “You’d be right on the credits with that assumption. Always seeing between the lines.”

“Skywalker didn’t assign me to you for no reason,” he said, half joking. She laughed. Kriff, he loved it when she laughed. He loved even more than he could be the reason she laughed.

“You wouldn’t tell if I hijacked the General’s quarters, then?”

“Not a soul, General,” he playfully saluted.

She rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the wall, approaching the door beside his. Her door whooshed open and his followed.

Slender sienna fingers gripped the door and they drowned in one another’s eyes, staying quiet for too long and staring longer than was acceptable. If the war wasn’t coming to an end and there were more scenarios like this one, Rex wasn’t so sure either of them could keep a leash on their self control. That pull was back — that gravitational force between them — the bubble shrinking around them.

She finally broke eye contact and glanced away, skin tinged with a blush. Her goodbye was reluctant. “Good night, Rex,” she whispered.

There was no no remaining moisture in his mouth and a frightened love in his “Good night, Ahsoka,” tugging back on itself, trying to keep itself a secret.

He waited until her rear lek disappeared through the door and it slid closed, the distance and the wall between them a heartache. Rex ran a hand over the back of his head and looked at the cold door.

He loved her. It was in every word spoken to her, in the crossing of blaster under saber, in longing stares, in the lingering behind after everyone else had gone, the accidental touching, the knowing what they were doing with all that banter. He loved her. She made him understand the word in a way he never thought possible.

At no point in the war had Rex paced so karking much. He did it until he thought maybe he was keeping Ahsoka awake with it, as they shared a wall. One wall. One fucking, miserable, mocking wall. He sat on the bed. His knee bounced incessantly. He didn’t even try to shed his armor and get the shut eye she’d advised. Sleep would not be coming any time soon. Rex knew well that her being an advisor had meant the war variety, not in the sleep variety. She had only been half teasing when she’d suggested it, of that he was aware, but he didn’t want to let her down.

She plagued him. She infected his every cell. He ought to find the medic and get him to run a diagnostic. He was sure the monitors would beep with a high amount of ‘A-count’ over that of the normal M-count he heard talk of all those times Kix had seen to Ahsoka’s injuries.

Ahsoka had invaded his body and mind and he didn’t want to get her out. She reigned over all of his senses.

He checked the chrono and released a huff of air. It had only been an hour since they’d both confined themselves to their quarters. His mouth was void of all moisture, knees bringing him to stand from the bed and approach the door. With a sharp inhale and a setting of the jaw, he pressed the button to open it and the brightly lit hallway greeted him.

Roaring laughter could be heard to the right, pouring from the barracks. A drink was what he really needed, a bit of Tihaar to numb his nerves. Jesse would no doubt have a separate stash he could borrow from, with no fear of running low. But he didn’t turn to the right. Rex took one step to the left and found the door to the General’s quarters open — Ahsoka’s door.

It was dark inside and he peered in, finding the sheets awry and no one in bed. No one was in the room at all. Where had she gone?

For a fleeting moment, Rex reconsidered the barracks, wondering if Ahsoka had joined the men in celebrations. But he shook his head, walking in the opposite direction. Rex had no destination in mind. Like his future, his current path was undetermined, leaving him aimlessly wandering about the cruiser.

Most sections of the ship were completely untouched, indicating that the Tribunal had only recently been released from the Kuat Drive Yards. He wondered if Mandalore had been its maiden voyage — if it had been constructed for a war it would never see.

After all, the siege had not officially been a part of the war.

He sighed, trying with proven difficulty not to think about the time that had already passed and the time that still would. They were all waiting like sitting convors as one era quietly bled into the next. He didn’t expect to ever be so… unsettling.

The rambunctious chatter in his helmet did nothing to lift his mood or ease his mind, moving him to switch his comms off entirely. No one was looking for him at this time of night, all under the impression he’d gone to bed. Hell, if a drunken trooper came face to face with him in the corridors, they’d look even more so like a kybuck in headlights than they did when sober.

At any rate, Jesse was with them and doing an excellent job of being both the babysitter and the drinking buddy.

Their laughter echoed down the halls even this far away from the barracks. Ahsoka had to know what they were all doing, but either didn’t mind or had gone somewhere else to sleep. Between her not being on this mission as a Jedi as well as the war’s status being up in the air, she wasn’t there to bust any codpieces.

His face flushed furiously under his bucket at the thought.

Rex had no idea how all this had managed to happen in just a few days' time. She was never not on his mind. If he took a left up ahead, it would lead him on the path to the medbay. It might be worth going to sort this thing out. He had to have breathed in some kind of pollen or intoxicant that made him feel this way about Ahsoka…

But deep in his heart he knew that nothing had gotten into his airways — nothing except her.

Rex took said left and found himself walking above the hangar. The lights had been shut off, meaning the men had properly finished their assigned tasks without him going behind them to ensure it. He spoke too soon, however, as there was one light still on.

Without the comm chatter of the boys in his helmet, Rex’s own thoughts filled the bucket and suffocated him. Completing that earlier two and a half rounds of inspections would do well to clear it. He sighed and made for the lift in the hall to take care of the light when he passed by the hangar control center, catching sight of sharp movement from within through his periphery.

The room was completely dark.

“Hey,” he called, walking into the small room, his tone taking on that of reprimanding a loitering shiny. “No one should be in here, it’s after hour—”

His pauldron caught the edge of the wall and he lost his footing, catching himself with ease but not before bumping into someone.

Ahsoka.

She was leaned up against a panel, smirking up at him as if she’d been waiting for him to get here, backlit by the one light in the hangar and the glow of the control panels. More importantly, she was flush against him and hadn’t moved despite his misstep.

He had never been more regretful in his own steps as he backed away. Kriff, she was angelic.

“After hours? Even for advisors?” she asked playfully, crossing her arms.

He’d done nothing but smile like a fool since her return and now was no exception. Rex stood there admiring her, transfixed with her beauty and out of breath at the way she shone in the dim light. It was difficult to swallow, but he managed, thankful she couldn’t see his lopsided grin under the helmet. “I distinctly recall you infamously never abiding to the rule anyway,” he said, adding, “Some things never change.”

Even in the dark he could see her knee-weakening curve of the lips, smiling at his second use of the phrase, referencing a slice of their amorous interactions on Mandalore. Karking hells. This had taken the top spot of most beautiful things he’d ever seen — and everything on the list was Ahsoka.

Rex didn’t smile so genuinely very often, yet her return had broken new records. Seeing her face for the first time again, her reaction to the helmets, his handiwork had swelled in his chest and engorged his heart. He didn’t anticipate her being so beautiful, so perfect. As soon as those doors had opened and she’d walked in with Skywalker, Rex had been done for. And once they were on their way to Mandore — once they were alone — the banter began, but not ever how it had been before. His heart fluttered and his stomach flipped, that muscle behind his navel coiling. It was charged, magnetic, and only increased over the past few days.

His poor heart hammered against his chest plate, threatening the integrity of the armor.

“Don’t tell me you’re up because you were going to triple check the men’s efforts in the hangar,” Ahsoka taunted.

He pressed his lips together and chuckled softly, “Well, if I told you I couldn’t sleep, that would be a lie.”

And a lie it would be. As much as he hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself, his path tonight was never undetermined — it was always going to lead him to her.

Ahsoka stepped forward and yet again they were nearly flush together, the distance between them now so small that it would raise all sorts of concern and probably broke several protocols. She studied his helmet and tilted her head, offering him a sweet smile. Rex knew better than to think she was merely taking stock of the armor, looking instead past it at the man underneath.

Ungloved hands closed around the bottom half of the bucket and lifted, all of Rex’s suffocating thoughts and feelings dissolving into the air.

That had to be a protocol violation — but it would be one he never filed and his heart wasn’t complaining.

And he was past letting it.

Ahsoka hummed, “You didn’t even try, did you?” Rex offered her a guilty raise of the hands and purse of the lips and she laughed. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. And,” she said, running a finger along the rangefinder on his helmet, her words tickling his lips. His entire body came alight with electricity. “You’ll be pleased to know that the men did a perfect job with the ships in the hangar, like I said they would.”

His brows knit together and his mouth fell slightly agape, their breaths mingling. They were probably the only two people on board not drunk off their shebs, but Rex swore that was changing. He was becoming intoxicated just being this close to her, his mind struggling to work past the haze.

Thankfully, his reserves kicked in and her meaning fell into place. “And you called me unrelaxed,” he heard himself say.

Shrugging, Ahsoka mirrored his earlier words, “Old habits and all. Like you said, some things never change, right?” He swore she winked at him but couldn’t be sure, the haze fogging his brain could’ve seen what it wanted to. “I did save you one though.”

A single brown eyebrow raised and he mirrored her smug little smirk, “Oh yeah?”

“I had a feeling I’d find you wandering this way at some point tonight,” she said, turning to exit the room, still holding his helmet and casting a soft, unreadable smile over her shoulder.

Rex followed her again into a tiny lift and made a point to purposefully graze her arm with his, not that it wouldn’t have happened naturally if he didn’t try. He watched her lips raise out of the corner of his eye.

The ding sounded all too soon and he decided that there was very little in this universe he wouldn’t give to be able to get stuck in this lift with her.

She led him down the dim hallway towards the main doors, walking in comfortable silence and feeling his heart inch further up his throat with every step. This was where he had to tell her. They were quite literally walking into the opportunity. It was quiet all around them, but his thoughts were loud, so loud in fact that he was sure they’d start echoing in the hangar along with his and Ahsoka’s combined footsteps.

The ship in question was a small shuttle tucked away to the left. It was the only thing in the hangar that was lit — the overhead light above it buzzing.

“I can practically hear the gears turning in there,” Ahsoka commented softly, glancing back at him.

“Just on edge a bit,” he said truthfully. “Guess we all are with the rumors that are circulating,” he said less truthfully.

She pressed a button that lowered the ramp of the shuttle, nodding in agreement. “Whatever happens, I’m looking forward to not being a soldier with you, whether it's now or later.”

Rex straightened his shoulders, “I’m not sure what will happen to all of us clones, but it would be the highest honor to assist you in being a keeper of the peace. There’s nothing I’d rather do.”

He half thought she’d salute him again as she did on the bridge, but Ahsoka only boarded the ramp and set his helmet down on a nearby surface.

“So… you’re rejoining the Order, then?” he asked, feeling the available air around them diminish.

Her lips flattened in thought and she nodded. “I think so, yes, but I'm not without my conditions. Besides, how else am I supposed to see you all the time?” she added, pretending like she was only joking.

Something in the way she wet her lips told Rex otherwise.

They’d barely made it two steps inside the shuttle’s narrow entryway and his heart already threatened to short out. He could control his breathing in any and all other situations, except for those that involved her. And for the first time, he noticed that her breathing pattern was the same. If not even the use of the Force could help her with regulating it, then he was fighting a battle he was destined to lose.

By some miracle of the universe, his voice didn’t betray him as he spoke. “Did you really save this ship for my inspection?”

Ahsoka didn’t miss a beat and took a step forward. “You do have the better eyes,” she said, searching him far beyond that of the surface level. She seeped into his very pores.

Not another missed opportunity would pass him by, not when she was this close again, not when she was looking at him like that.

Rex pushed away from the surface behind him and matched her forward step, entering her space and turning her steps into reverse, backing her into the opposite wall.

He was careful not to crowd her and she pressed herself into the durasteel behind her, looking up and finding his intense gaze. “I’d wager a fair amount of credits that yours are better,” he drawled, not at all in reference to her inspection abilities. One of his hands raised and settled on the wall next to Ahsoka’s head. Her left montral grazed the inside of his wrist and the breath in both of their throats hitched.

The blue of her eyes felt like home and not just because they were the blue of Kamino’s waters on a day without rain. He would gladly sink to the depths for her if she asked it of him. Her wide eyes searched his, full lips parting as the inches between their faces dwindled. His knee ran along the outside of hers, that bubble around them tightening — constricting the air around them, forcing them to share the same breath.

Whether or not Ahsoka had truly left this shuttle for his inspection or not was irrelevant. He’d figured out her unreadable smile and sleight of hand. She wanted to see if he truly had relaxed, if he could allow himself something like this despite his duty and despite his title — if he could love her.

He did.

He did and he was tired of not admitting it. Both to himself and to her.

The backs of his knuckles slowly swept up her inner arm, gliding along her bicep. His fingers shook and his breath trembled, but he refused to look away from her, ready for any sign or signal that she wanted him to stop.

She swallowed visibly, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth and tilting her head just so, exposing her neck to him. The subtle movement was almost imperceptible, but Rex caught it, journeying to the skin and grazing her lekku with his knuckles along the way.

Ahsoka sucked in a heavy breath, heart pounding mercilessly. Rex continued, sliding his fingers over her neck and pressing over her very rapid, very visible pulse. She let out a breath of air as if to laugh at herself, but it became trapped in her throat as he leaned down, eyes on her. The ‘no’ never came.

His lips were soft as they pressed to her pulse point, kissing with the utmost delicacy and lingering not nearly long enough.

Her eyes were blown wide when he pulled away, chest pushed forward and heaving.

“‘Soka, I—”

She whimpered and cut him off, bringing both of her hands to his face and pulling him close, desperate to share his air again and feel his lips on hers this time. Rex’s hand fell to her waist and she wiggled to where his leg was situated between her legs. Ahsoka inhaled with quivering lips into his mouth and Rex did the same, lips touching briefly. His other hand cradled her face, thumb stroking the marking on her cheek, watching as her brow markings couldn’t settle on what to do.

Rex smiled into her mouth, sighing in relief as he closed his eyes and—

“Who left this light on? Someone turn that off before Commander Rex shuts the party down,” a voice echoed in the hangar.

Ahsoka’s forehead pressed against Rex’s, the both of them out of breath and looking desperately into the other’s eyes as the footsteps drew nearer.

Another voice joined the first, “I saw Sterling turn all these off. Must’ve been an accident.”

Two orange fingers were held up and Rex nodded. Two troopers were coming this way and the ramp to the shuttle was still lowered. Fek, he hoped she had a plan.

He wasn’t disappointed. Ahsoka closed her eyes and lifted her hand into the air, her nose scrunching as slightly as she navigated the Force. Rex watched on as the light from outside flickered a few times, repeating a few times and sparking before shutting off completely. The dark blanketed them completely.

“Keep going,” she whispered breathily.

A blush blossomed over Rex’s entire body. Those men were still out there.

“What the—” he heard one of them say.

“Must be a bad fuse. Tell a droid and let’s wipe our hands with it. I’d like to return to my drink,” the other giggled.

“Good with me.”

Karking hells they had to be right by the shuttle, with no idea that their Commanders were inside.

His lips found that spot on her neck he’d kissed before, pressing his lips to it and deepening the kiss, one hand cradling her neck as the other found the tip of her right lek. Ahsoka sucked in a sharp breath and clenched her teeth to keep from making any noise. He bravely swiped his tongue along the tender skin and her body jerked, hands wrapping around his neck.

“Rex,” she whispered, panting.

He hummed against her feverish skin, squeezing her lek and running it through his fist.

She sighed, trying to control her reactions, “I think, I’d like to— I’d like to amend my statement from earlier.”

Rex sucked at the spot he’d been stimulating, right where her jaw met her neck, drawing the most delicious sound past her wavering lips. “Yeah? Which one is that, ‘Soka?”

He felt her swallow and catch her breath, antsy hands falling to his belt, “Whe— When I called you my friend,” she gasped.

All he could do was chuckle against her, pressing one final kiss to her neck. “I think we both knew what you meant,” he breathed.

A small bit of light bled through the hangar as the two troopers vacated the area. She glanced towards the door and straightened despite the return of their privacy. “Linger back a bit,” she whispered. “Meet me in the General’s quarters.”

“Ahsoka,” Rex said, being sure to use her name properly. “Are you sure?”

Her wrist was taken between his fingers and her other hand rubbed his shoulder in response. “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Rex. I’ve been sure for… how many days has it been?”

Rex expelled a bit of air from his nose and leant down to peck her cheek, “I’ve lost count by now, because of you.”

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You folx remember Wired for Struggle, right?

If not, that's okay, because this is a prequel and you can go read it afterward.

"But, Savii," you say, "how can this one be sexual if the sequel is not?" This is a very valid question even though the answer is, "Because I called author-approved shenanigans, that's why."

Written for @rexsoka-monthly's March 2024 prompt, Truth Serum.

Fun fact: when I started writing fanfic in 2001, it was almost exclusively smut and I was known amongst my fellow Whores of the Ring for my orgies, but this fic is the most explicit thing I've written in 23 years.

So, you know, go in with eyes wide open and all that.

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My friend wrote the cutest fic a few months back and I fell in love with the stargazing scene. Please go read Once Upon a Dream by @whyamismall if you haven’t already! Her Rexsoka is top tier so ofc I couldn’t resist 🌌🫶

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If we haven’t said it enough, thank you all so much for making Rexsoka Monthly’s first year so incredible. The love for this ship may be able to be counted in stats, but it is most certainly infinite in our hearts! 💙🧡

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Fruitful, Fruitless

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Feb. ‘24 - Give Me a Reason

Summary: The tension between spring and summer permeates the air of Pabu, breathing softly against the ocean, fresh fruit, and the tender lips between two lovers. But even on the most blissful days, the cold snap of tragedy can bite back.

Tags: 18+ smut, language, established relationship, whump, allergic reaction, gardener!rex, sex and fruit don't mix, or do they?, pwp

Word Count: 8,075

A/N: written for my friend @whyamismall as part of febuwhump! (@rexsoka-monthly)

read on ao3! / masterlist

It wasn’t quite summer just yet. The air blew warm now but the ocean was as icy as ever. If a cloud happened to pass overhead, creating shade from the sun, a small chill would still skirt across one’s skin.

Ahsoka had never fretted over clothing options before and she found herself shuddering over her past choices as she currently debated between her coveralls or a sundress.

It was the opening day for Pabu’s summer garden market. She’d be there supporting Rex. Naturally, the sundress won, even if it meant a brisk breeze every now and then up the light marital.

Caf was already prepared when she made her way into the kitchen, the aroma of the ground beans wafting through the air. Her favorite mug sat waiting for her on the counter, steam dancing above it. Ahsoka smiled and opened a window; the various scents of flowers and the salt of the ocean wafted in, mixing with the smell of homemade caf.

Store bought caf could never rival the rich flavor that Rex’s had. Something truly was magical about it, whether it was because it was being grown in their back garden or perhaps just by Rex’s hand specifically. She’d maintain that it was him that made it so special.

It was a surprise to them and the Batch that he had turned out to have such a green thumb. After years of violence, he could finally lose himself in something soft.

He’d probably argue with her now though that gardening wasn’t the only soft thing that he was losing himself in.

Ahsoka savored her morning caf and forced herself not to leave the shared home too early, giving Rex time to settle in and acclimate to a rhythm. Showing up at the market too soon might throw him off his game.

Large butterfly wings tickled her insides as she grabbed her woven basket a while later. She then adjusted her braided headdress and exited through the door. It was a gorgeous day. The musical sounds of laughter, music, and waves licking at the beach filled her montrals. Not a single cloud dotted the sky. Ahsoka exhaled and grinned to herself. There couldn’t have been more perfect conditions for the market’s opening day.

She had to stop herself from walking up to the festivities so swiftly, neither Rex nor it was going anywhere anytime soon.

Troves of people filled the square when she arrived, milling about under colorful canopies, tents, and decorated stalls. A hefty portion of Pabu’s inhabitants had to be up here. She laughed, thinking how Wrecker would be none too pleased that he was missing this. He and the Batch had been gone for two weeks and were scheduled to return home later in the evening.

Perhaps she should’ve crafted a larger basket to account for so many mouths to feed.

It was because of Wrecker specifically that Ahsoka was thankful to have some time without the boys every now and then. Their stock of food was always running low, so a few weeks with full cabinets had been nice. It was also partly due to Wrecker that Rex decided to take up gardening. Credits were in short supply, they had seven people in the house, and he said he needed something else to keep his hands busy.

He could only clean his blaster so often.

His fruits and vegetables were impeccable in both growth and flavor. He couldn’t plant or harvest them fast enough, as the Batch and a growing Omega seemed to inhale them. Rex had been particularly excited for Ahsoka to try his avedame fruit, but they’d been devoured so quickly that she hadn't had the chance. The next time they sprouted from soil, he had personally brought a bowl of them to her room — already washed and ready for eating.

It was the best thing she’d ever put in her mouth. He told her to just wait, as he’d set more of the fruit aside to ferment into avedame wine.

After that, Rex tripled his efforts and wound up with a surplus of produce. He’d gift it to the neighbors until other islanders were knocking at the door requesting them and even offering a generous amount of credits.

Hosting a stall at the summer market was the solution. Pabu’s mayor, Shep Hazard, had even started it a month earlier than years past due to high demand.

Ahsoka stood on her tiptoes to look over the heads of the market goers, trying to see if she could spot a certain blue decorated stall. She had no such luck in finding it so she set off, starting from one end and making her way around.

A second basket was added to her other forearm before long, carrying all sorts of goods but mostly food. A new throw blanket was placed on the bottom — Omega’s tooka had claimed her old one, various breads sat atop that, and several spices were tucked amongst the loaves. In the other basket, she had fresh fruits and vegetables that Rex did not already cultivate in their back garden. A third basket was looking to be a real possibility soon.

She meandered along the stalls, conversing with acquaintances and nurturing potential new friendships. Phee Genoa waved her down and placed some found blue jewels into her headdress while Lyana slipped a handmade bracelet over her wrist. Both of them ushered her to their own stall of jams and cheeses, stuffing them into her mouth and baskets alike.

Lyana also had a small jewelry section at the stall, which she proudly displayed her and Omega’s joint creations. The credits made would be split between the girls. Ahsoka bought another bracelet even though she had already been given one as a gift.

Phee was quick to rescue her and walked them back to a stall that Ahsoka had purposely skipped over just earlier. “Now, are you going to tell me why you passed this one?” the woman asked, smirking. “Or am I gonna have to get it out of you? You turned a shade of orange I didn’t even know existed.”

Ahsoka flushed deeply, displaying again the shade of orange that Phee mentioned. “You saw that?”

The older woman crossed her arms and stopped before they reached said stall. “It’s the pretty one, isn’t it? The blonde. How long has it been going on?” She wore a proud smirk, taking great pleasure in the face Ahsoka made at the mention of Rex.

A cool breeze ruffled Ahsoka’s dress and she was thankful that it relieved her full bodied blush. She swallowed thickly and averted her eyes from the stall filled with lacy little things.

“It’s difficult to say exactly,” Ahsoka revealed, looking around for the other party of which this conversation was concerned. “But when the boys left recently, it just—”

“Oh, I see. They don’t know about this little thing going on between you two, do they?”

“No, they don’t.”

“And the kid?” Phee cocked an eyebrow.

Ahsoka took a breath, “I think she suspects.”

The woman laughed in triumph, “I figured as much. There’s not a lot that gets by that one.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Ahsoka said. “But nothing really… happened until the night they left.”

A knowing smile was directed towards her. She knew exactly what that meant. “Well, you want my advice?” Phee’s expression turned somehow more smug and she gave one more nod towards the intimidating little booth. “You’ve got a few more hours until they’re back. I’d be making the most of my time.”

This was perhaps the most bizarre… yet oddly validating conversation Ahsoka had ever had. Her face must’ve said it too, as Phee placed a maternal hand to her shoulder and smiled, “Just an old woman’s rambling.”

With that, she disappeared back into the crowd to find wherever Lyana had run off to.

Ahsoka stood in the middle of the market with her baskets hanging low. That was maybe her third conversation with Phee total and the woman had already observed that much. Surely, before today she had an inkling or two about her and Rex. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so… direct. The woman’s advice wasn’t solicited, but not entirely unwelcome either. Ahsoka glanced at the discreet little stall again and her heart rate increased as she actually considered stopping at it this time. Would it be too forward too soon? It had only been two weeks that she and Rex had been phsyic—

“No, you have to come to this guy’s booth. He has the best avedames you’ll ever eat. I’m not kidding,” an enthusiastic Rodian girl told her friend.

Without another look at the little black stall, Ahsoka turned and hurried to follow them, weaving in and out of smaller crowds. Soon, she found that she was at the back of a sizable line. A grin consumed her face when she saw him, placing large orders into bags and chatting excitedly with people. The majority of his stall had been cleared of goods. He’d nearly sold out of everything she’d helped him load up the night before.

Her smile did not diminish a bit as she inched closer in the line. If anything, her face started to ache with the sheer amount of happiness lifting her cheeks. Rex had managed to do it all without help. A small amount of guilt dug a hole in her chest as she found herself wishing she’d come sooner. He might’ve let her bag items or restock what he’d sold.

In no time, she was the next customer in line. Rex was tidying his space and had yet to look up. “Welcome! How can I help you this morn—” his words failed him as he turned and saw who exactly his waiting customer was. That endearing half smile spread over his pretty lips. “Hi. I don’t believe we’ve met, Miss…”

Ahsoka giggled to herself and played along, “Ashla Tano. And you are?”

He pointed to the sign she’d helped paint that hung over his stall. “Rex. It’s an immense pleasure, Miss Tano.” His hand was extended, palm facing upwards.

She placed her hand in his and he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, his amber eyes fixed on her the whole while. The darkening of her lekku nor the fluttering of butterflies in her stomach could be quelled.

“What can I get for you on this fine day?” he asked.

The selections behind him were minimal, but Ahsoka had made her decision. “Could I get you, by any chance?”

It was his turn to blush, the red coloring creeping up from the collar of his shirt. He cleared his throat and gave his reply in a much lower voice, “That’s reserved only to select clientele, ma’am.”

A shriek of a child’s far off laughter lifted the spell between them. Rex straightened and released Ahsoka’s hand, which neither of them realized he’d still held.

“Well, Miss Tano. We don’t have too much left, I’m afraid. I’ve completely sold out of my stonepeaches, but you have to try the avedames instead. I think you’ll like them.”

Ahsoka’s brow markings raised and she sat her baskets on the table. “Alright then,” she smiled.

Rex turned to sift through a crate and spent a few moments looking for the best one. He presented it to her but pulled his hand back as she reached for it. A devilish grin played at the corner of his mouth, “May I?”

“Oh, I’d be delighted,” Ahsoka said, continuing to play this game he’d created and bending at the waist.

She opened her mouth just so and Rex placed the avedame between her plump lips. Ahsoka kept her eyes locked on his the entire time, unblinking, and fluttered her lashes as she bit seductively into the innocent fruit. His own lips parted at the mere sight of it, the muscle in his jaw flexing visibly. She moaned at the taste and watched as the sunny amber of his irises simmered.

After what seemed like forever, she pulled away and composed herself, acting as though she hadn’t just done what she did. “Rex, that was the most delicious fruit I’ve ever tried. I’ll take a small case off your hands. Name your price.”

“Thank you, Miss Tano,” Rex said, clearing his throat and expertly shifting his pants around. “For you? The cost is just one date.”

“Just one?” Ahsoka asked playfully.

He could play too. “Unless you think two is fair.”

“I think two dates is a fine price,” she agreed, nearing him again.

Rex wet his lips. “It’s settled then. But before you go, it looks like you have a bit of the avedame juice just there,” he said, pointing to the corner of his mouth.

Ahsoka perked up and wiped at the wrong side, looking for his nod of approval, only finding that it didn’t come. “Here. Allow me,” he breathed, leaning forwards and swiping his thumb over her supple skin, being sure to graze her bottom lip in the process. He retreated from her bubble all too soon and popped his thumb past his lips to clean it, maintaining eye contact as he did so.

Revenge was literally something sweet.

She caught herself in a blinking fit and squeezed her thighs together, adding the berries to her basket. “I hear avedames make for a sweet wine.”

Rex smiled at the smallness of her voice. “The sweetest. I’ll see you later for our date, Miss Tano,” he said darkly. “I reckon’ I’ll be finished here in about an hour. I’m looking forward to it.”

“As am I,” she squeaked, thanking him and promptly booking it to the little black stall of Phee’s recommendation.

Ahsoka burst into the seaside home some fifteen minutes later, throwing her baskets onto the counter and rushing for the laundry room. She glanced at the chrono and decided she had just enough time before Rex returned home. Her new purchase was snatched from the discreet black bag and thrown into the wash as she set to unloading the rest of her items.

Her heart hammered in her chest as the time ticked by both way too slow and somehow way too fast. It was just one item. It wouldn’t take long to wash and dry, surely.

The washer dinged once she finished putting up the majority of the groceries, signaling the end of the cycle. Ahsoka then popped the lacy scrap of fabric into the dryer and used the Force to push the start button. If Rex wasn’t already headed down to the house, he would be very soon.

Wanting to be as prepared as possible, Ahsoka went ahead and slipped her underwear down her legs, adding them to her basket of other things needing to be washed. Her face flushed with the action and she smoothed her dress down. The garment’s replacement would be finished soon anyway and this only bought her time.

Ahsoka glanced around the house. It was silent and empty now but wouldn’t be for much longer. She did a quick scan to see if there was something else that could be done before Rex’s arrival.

She eyed some of her market finds that still had yet to be put away and it was then that the idea dawned upon her. There was no telling when the boys of the Batch would be gone again. Borrowed time was all she and Rex had while they were around. It was the boys’ house first, after all. She’d been bunked up with Omega for months now and Rex with Tech. Neither of them were too pleased with their sleeping arrangements. Only so much could be done about three bedrooms and seven people.

Now that things had started between her and Rex, adjusting that to their normal schedule would be tough. Being that this was their final night alone, it had to be special…

The new bloom fruit stared back at her and she caved before she could talk herself out of it. This had most certainly not been part of Phee’s advice, but Ahsoka felt that it aligned similarly. She set some aside in a glass dish, slightly embarrassed as she did so. The power Rex exerted over her with his fruit display had been provocative to say the least. It was her turn this time. She’d take the lead. Just the sheer idea of it charged her nerves more positively, but the sudden sound of the door opening caused her mind to go blank.

The dryer hadn’t finished yet. Her time had run out.

Rex burst through the door with several empty stacked crates in his arms, which were hastily discarded on the floor in the foyer. He strode with purpose into the home, out of breath, and with a feral glint in his eye that only doubled when he set his sights on what he desired most. His head cocked to the side and a sinful smile curled at his lips, accompanied by a hungry laugh.

Ahsoka was like an entranced kybuck faced with an approaching speeder.

“Not having second thoughts about our date are we, Miss Tano?” Rex growled, towering over her and taking her lips for his own in a searing kiss.

Oh, how delightfully gone were the days in which he called her Commander.

His hands slotted themselves under her jaw as he kissed her ravenously, drinking in her little gasps. Rex’s mouth was demanding, insatiable; his body moved with him, almost cradling hers. His touch moved quickly from her jaw down the length of her neck, trembling despite the speed at which he moved. Large fingers fiddled with the hem of her short dress. It was as if he had ten hands. He couldn’t touch all of her fast enough.

“This karking sundress was testing me on every level imaginable,” he breathed, squeezing her ass through the fabric. His lips ghosted over her montral, “Is that what you wanted? For me to lose all composure in public?”

A choked moan rattled from her throat. “Am I that easy to read?” she teased, running her hands along his chest, fingering at his buttons.

He didn’t miss a beat. “I think you should be directing that question to the avedame from earlier.”

“You mean the one you fed to me?” Ahsoka asked, speaking hotly into the kiss.

Rex swiped his tongue along her bottom lip then tugged lightly at it with his teeth. “I want you to look at me like you did with that avedame in your mouth, but this time while your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock,” he murmured against her, matching the force of her desperate kisses.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she challenged. “Feeding me in that way.”

He groaned and nipped at her montral, “I’d like to fuck you in this short little dress.”

Her thighs squeezed impossibly together at his words and that familiar throb in her core now demanded attention. Rex couldn’t have been more in sync with her body’s needs. One of his hands ran over the full extent of her backside before drifting under her dress, cupping her pussy, and finding it bare.

Ahsoka shuddered at the touch and Rex’s mouth separated from hers just barely. His lips were swollen with the throes of passion and a chapped, playful smirk adorned his features once the shock subsided. “You’re not wearing anything?” he asked breathily. The pulse point near his jaw visibly picked up in pace.

She bit her lip, prepared to admit what she’d done. But the explanation never came as Rex returned to her with new, intensified need, his tongue combating hers for dominance. Ahsoka was fighting a losing battle, something she was never meant to win — completely by Rex’s design. Her moans were left strangled in her throat as his fingers teased her entrance. The amount of excitement coating them nearly caused his knees to buckle beneath him.

Ragged breaths tumbled past her lips as Rex inserted a single, thick finger. A satisfied groan vibrated against her jaw as he began to move, leaving her cunt drooling in his palm.

Ahsoka stumbled into him, using his body weight to keep herself upright while her hand searched blindly for the apex of his thighs. He hissed through his teeth when she found what she was looking for and she ground against his hand, seeking more. “Fuck. So eager today, ‘Soka,” he breathed.

She nodded furiously, unable to access her words, using her free hand to tug at his wrist, begging him to add another. He was unable to deny her. A gentle kiss was placed the montral cradling his jaw. His spare hand joined the other under her sundress, gripping her hip as a second finger was guided into her wet heat. Ahsoka squirmed, rocking her pussy into his palm as he stretched her.

“Give me one good reason not to fuck you right here in this kitchen,” he growled as her cunt suckled at his fingers. Lewd sounds came from between her thighs as Rex pumped in and out of her.

He felt her clench around him. “I can’t. I— We haven’t done it in here yet.”

A carnal growl emanated from Rex’s chest and he made quick work of his pants fasteners, not even bothering to shove them all the way down. Orange fingers latched instantaneously to his throbbing cock, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his glistening slit and spreading the excitement down his shaft. Rex’s abs contracted with the contact and her lips were seized once more.

His ministrations never faltered, determined to work her until she spasmed blissfully into his hand. He adjusted his palm so that the heel of it was pressed flush to Ahsoka’s swollen clit. She cried out in response, biting down on his shirt briefly. Rex was quick to rid himself of the hindering material, tossing it to the floor. If she wanted to bite something, she could bite him instead.

Irises that were once blue now appeared black as Ahsoka drank in the image of his toned chest, still sprinkled with love bites from the night before. She bit her lip and ran her hands along his abs, dipping between the lines defining his muscles and traveling back down to his weeping cock. Her grip was determined and Rex growled as she began to pump. There was a fiery glint of competition in her eyes.

No.

Rex promptly pulled her hand away, taking hold of her wrist and pinning it at her side. His fingers were removed from her sticky cunt, wet and claiming her other wrist, but not before he sucked them clean of her mess. Ahsoka whined at the loss but her protests were swallowed with the force of Rex’s mouth, turning into sweet gasps as the head of his dick teased her hole.

“Please,” she begged against his lips as he slowly, teasingly slid in and out of her thighs.

He nipped at her bottom lip once more, “Are you going to be a good girl and let me make you cum?” Her hips bucked and he laughed darkly.

“Yes.”

With that, her wrists were released and Rex sheathed himself inside her, the both of them a mess of pitiful noises. Watching her adjust to the feel of him was something entirely cosmic, how her face twitched with each stretching inch of him, how her brow markings knitted together, and how her bottom lip wobbled. His eyes drifted downwards, sparks going off behind his navel as the edges of her short dress showed him where they were connected.

He bottomed out inside her with ease, moaning as her tight pussy hugged his full length. Suddenly, his hands were shaky again as he lifted the material of her sundress, revealing an unobstructed view of where his cock sat inside her. Ahsoka’s pretty cunt was glistening, spread around him like the flower of a fruit in his garden. Rex’s pupils were blown wide as he brushed over the white markings that framed her opening, grazing the nub of her clit in the process.

Ahsoka’s eyes were glassy when he finally looked back up at her. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, her hands pressed into the surface behind her for support.

“Oh, mesh’la,” he whispered, starting to move to provide her with relief.

Their shared vigor returned, his thrusts and the roll of her hips picking up at record speed. She met him with each movement, the sounds between their thighs beginning to echo in the kitchen.

Her dress flapped violently with the intensity of their passions, giving Rex a peep show of sorts as he fucked up into her. It wasn’t long before his wandering hands slid up under the material, large palms spreading out over her abdomen.

“Don’t– don’t rip it, please,” Ahsoka panted.

Rex chuckled darkly, pressing his forehead against hers, “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. How else would I be able to take you in it again?” He lifted her shaky arms up over her head and made quick work of the little dress, leaving it to join his shirt on the floor.

That thing was going to be the death of him one of these days, especially if she wore it when the boys got back. How was he supposed to behave?

Ahsoka grabbed for the hand nearest to her, pulling it and directing him to where she wanted it most. He chuckled darkly and wrapped his fist around the width of her lekku, squeezing gently at the sensitive appendage. A broken gasp was ripped from her throat and her entire body fluttered with the sensation.

Finding out how reactive to touch her lekku were had been one of Rex’s favorite accidental discoveries so far. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about her.

She was close now, he knew by the way her thighs started to jerk. Rex pressed himself back against her and slammed his hips into her smaller ones. An arm wrapped around her lower back and held her close, but no amount of contact was enough. Ahsoka’s breaths were becoming more shallow and kissing him was becoming the most impossible task to complete. Rex nipped at her jaw and hoisted her feet off the ground, holding one slender orange leg around his waist and bringing her home.

Her body shattered around him, her hips an erratic bucking mess as she still sought friction. Rex fucked her through her orgasm, his brows knitted together with the way her pussy clenched and unclenched around him.

Ahsoka’s head fell into the crook of his shoulder, her full body weight now his to bear. He didn’t mind, especially as she peppered little kisses to the skin around his collar bones, nipping lightly.

“You still have some left in you?” he laughed, squeezing her ass and helping her to wrap her other leg around his waist. They both moaned as his cock was still buried to the hilt within her.

She giggled, regaining her speech, “I’m not done with you just yet. I still have a promise to keep, remember?”

He gave her a gentle little thrust in response, “Keep talking like that and I’ll finish right here inside you. That’s a promise.”

Rex began to carry her out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom when she squeaked out, “Wait!”

He hummed in question, pulling back to meet such striking blue eyes. Oh, she was blushing big time. His genuine concern shifted, turning to the thing she was eyeing on the tabletop. “And just what are we going to do with these?” he asked, taking the whole bowl of mysterious little fruit.

Ahsoka put her tongue in the pocket of her cheek, refusing to divulge such information. Rex knew well what she had intended to do with these. Again, a low, almost animalistic noise caused his chest to vibrate. She was handed the bowl and he made long strides to her door.

She was laid down gently onto the mattress, both of them whining at the disappointment of being separated. As soon as he was out of her, Ahsoka tugged him down to her level and pressed a searing kiss to the corner of his mouth, hiding him to lay back on the bed.

He swallowed thickly as Ahsoka straddled his lap, the unidentifiable berry between her lips, her slick folds brushing over the underside of his dick. Rex’s hips lifted, his need for her indescribable. She finally took pity on him, taking her seat over his cock, her cunt spreading over his girth and her clit kissing the head. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull.

“It’s my turn now,” she said, leaning in and presenting him the berry between nimble fingers.

Ahsoka took immense pleasure in the way he looked up at her, his long eyelashes fluttering and amber eyes alight with anticipation.

“It’s called a bloom fruit,” she provided. “Regarded of high value by Dathomirian night sisters and said to enhance the senses.”

He hummed, rolling his hips against her hot core, “Does it taste as good as you do?” The low lighting didn’t allow him to see her blush, but he knew that it was there.

She licked her lips, “I'll let you tell me.”

Rex opened his mouth and allowed her to pass the fruit between his lips. He bit down and moaned, watching as Ahsoka removed it and then bit it herself behind him.

Fuck.

“It’s sweet, but nowhere as sweet as what’s between your legs,” he decided.

She beamed sheepishly. “Well, I quite enjoy it… so much so, that I think I’d like to lick it off of you.”

He nearly choked at her words, clearing his throat and taking a deep inhale, giving her a speechless yet eager nod. Revenge was indeed so sweet. Ahsoka grinded her aching pussy against his rigid cock as she brought the fruit to his lips again, waiting for him to take a bite before dragging it down his chin and neck. The gasp that left Rex’s mouth was sinful and Ahsoka dipped her head to kiss it off his skin, darting her tongue to lick along his jaw and down the prominent cord of his neck. She latched onto the place where muscle and bone met and sucked.

Two strong hands shot up and took hold of her waist with bruising force. Ahsoka let out a surprised yelp and looked to find his eyes half-lidded and swollen lips trembling with his ragged breaths. That spot had clearly been sensitive.

“Fuck, ‘Soka,” he said. “How did we ever wait this long?”

She took another bite from the bloom fruit and pressed it to his chest, spreading the juice over his pecs and nipples. He shivered.

Her grin was wicked, “There’s no stopping us now, is there? Just wait until you see the little number I bought today.”

Rex’s response was a thumb to her clit and she gave him a pitchy gasp, leaning down to clean the juice from his chest, making a show of it and looking him in the eyes the whole while. His jaw flexed and he made a feral noise in his throat, moving his hands to take hold of her ass and kneading, pressing her further against his throbbing member.

She let him have control for just a few moments, rocking her along the underside of his cock and watching as her breasts bounced.

But Ahsoka found herself throwing her head back and so she was quick to resolve the situation, moving further down his body. Rex grunted in protest but quieted himself as he saw where the fruit’s next destination was going to be.

Ahsoka pressed it to his skin once more, trailing it down his toned abs, relishing in the way he twitched and jumped. The head of his cock teased her neck and collar bones, his excessive precum decorating her sienna skin in a thin sheen. She only hummed and pressed a chaste kiss to his needy head.

The amount of self control within Rex was dwindling. He first bit his heavy tongue then clenched his teeth, forcing himself to lie still instead of grab her and switch positions so that he could fuck her into the mattress.

Instead, he looked up, said a brief prayer to her Force, and released a broken moan when Ahsoka’s hot tongue trailed down down down. She lapped up the juice, flicking her tongue and journeying to where his happy trail led. He was embarrassed at the way his body jerked, but Ahsoka couldn’t have been more pleased with her handiwork.

She was eye level with his cock now, looking on as it leaked like a sieve, throbbing and angry and needing her.

Fek, it was getting hard to breathe.

Rex swallowed and spoke around his tightening throat, “‘Soka please.”

There was that lip bite again. She pressed the berry to the base of his dick and he hissed at the contact, holding back whines of desperation as she moved it along the length of him, careful to avoid the head. The juice trailed down him, gathering at his balls.

Ahsoka had, in just two weeks, managed to figure out how exactly to get him where she wanted him. And all she had to do was be in his presence — all of this was just a bonus.

Maybe he’d hold off on telling her that for now though.

After what felt like hours of tantalization, Ahsoka removed the fruit and considered it. It was coated in a mixture of its own juice as well Rex’s; Ahsoka had no hesitation in popping it into her mouth.

It was the most obscene sight he’d ever seen and fuck he very much wanted to see it again.

She descended upon him, her plump lips wrapping around his cock, looking up at him in exactly the way he’d requested earlier. Ahsoka was going slow, painfully slow, moaning around his length and swirling her tongue around his sensitive head.

Rex coughed, overcome with the sensation. His skin burned; he burned for her.

The sounds she made taking his cock caused him to start panting, desperate for something that oxygen couldn’t provide him.

She lifted from his length with a pop and wiped the mixture of arousal, spit, and fruit juice from her chin. “Most delicious thing I’ve ever put in my mouth,” she said huskily, taking him yet again.

His cock disappeared once more behind her lips and all self control was lost.

Rex was a mess, thrusting up into her hot mouth like his life depended on it. He was whimpering, face screwing up as he lost control, reaching for her montrals with weak fingers. His vision was going, orgasm imminent, hips bucking erratically as he rasped her name, finishing hard on her tongue and crying out as she swallowed around him.

His eyes closed and he became one with the mattress, hand twitching and body spasming as he experienced a wave of aftershocks. A cool hand was placed on his forehead, accompanied by a sweet kiss.

“Rex?” she asked, her voice sounding like it was under water.

The only answer he could give her was a weak, half smile that faded as quickly as it came.

He faded as quickly as he came.

“Rex?” Ahsoka asked again, her satisfaction faltering.

His erratic breathing had ceased all too soon.

Knocks never came to the front door as Phee let herself in, running. Ahsoka had only left Rex once to retrieve their clothes and Rex dressed from the waist down. She was frantic and most thankful for the woman and her very convenient power chair. Their earlier conversation was now a blessing.

Rex’s unconscious body was placed in the seat and Ahsoka strapped him in, careful to avoid the rash that had bloomed across his body — everywhere she’d touched the fruit to his skin.

The lights in her bedroom had been so low and the curtains drawn. It had spread so fast and without her knowledge.

“How far is the hospital?” Ahsoka asked, trying and failing to regulate her breathing.

“Not far. Come on. They’re expecting us and have agreed not to ask questions,” the woman explained, leading Ahsoka out the door and into the bright afternoon.

Ahsoka ran behind Phee, using the Force to breathe life into Rex. The streets surrounding their home were empty and Ahsoka was most grateful that everyone was still gathered up by the market. Birds still sang and music still played, the distant echoes of laughter reaching her montrals. They were quite the sight running through Lower Pabu, a stark juxtaposition of terror against the backdrop of what was otherwise a perfect day.

Phee took a sharp left turn and Ahsoka maneuvered Rex’s hover chair, holding his head to prevent any possible whiplash. She’d never felt so careless in her life.

He’d made much more noise than what she learned to be his usual that afternoon in the bedroom than he had over the past two weeks. How much of his cries had been due to pleasure versus… Force, she hoped he hadn’t experienced any pain. She didn’t feel anything remotely of the sort from his Force signature. It had unmistakably been from pleasure.

They then burst through the doors of the hospital not long after, the emergency staff already transferring Rex onto a repulsorlift stretcher.

“His name is Rex. Put it under Phee Genoa. I’m with his friend, Ashla. He’s having a reaction and hasn’t responded in—” she turned to Ahsoka.

Her chrono was already out. “Nine minutes now. And his breathing is obstructed. Please help him,” she begged.

“We’ll do all that we can,” the worker said, wheeling Rex down a long, stark hallway. Another worker gave Rex’s party the go ahead and Ahsoka and Phee both rushed after him, following where he’d been heading into a nearby room.

He was hooked up to their machines with unrivaled speed and the medical droids were already prepping their tests. Multiple screens filled the room and Ahsoka bit at her nails — something she hadn’t done in years.

“The patient is suffering a severe allergic reaction and is experiencing disruption to his breathing pathways. I do not know how he has remained alive. He is unresponsive and must be given the proper combative injection or else faces imminent death.”

Hot tears welled up in Ahsoka’s eyes as she witnessed his unconscious body be poked and prodded. His skin was inflamed and blotchy from the mouth down. She couldn’t even react to her desperate use of the Force being the only thing that kept him alive for those few, long, detrimental minutes.

He could be dead. She would’ve been the one to kill him.

The shot was already on hand due to the description Phee had provided to the staff when she called, as well as their physical assessment of Rex upon his arrival. A distressed little nurse droid produced the shot for the medical droid and stood back as it was administered, beginning to articulate to Ahsoka and Phee what it did.

Rex’s chest instantly filled with air, his lungs and passageways opening at last. He fell into a coughing fit and his eyes shot wide, pupils shrinking with the severe light overhead. His body thrashed on the table and a gurgling noise sounded in his throat.

Ahsoka’s sobs were instantaneous and Phee wrapped her arms around her, welcoming the younger girl to cry into her shoulder.

She didn’t know if she was crying more so because it had almost killed him or the fact that he was finally free from the life-threatening reaction. But her chance to expel her emotions were cut short by the nurse droid, tugging at the hem of her dress. Ahsoka sniffed and looked to where it was pointing at the door, the full Batch standing and peering into the small window.

Her eyes closed briefly as she exhaled her frustration and Phee grabbed the door, walking her out into the hallway.

“Is Rex alright? We were landing when Omega saw you guys running,” Echo said, evidently the most distraught of the men.

The words alone were enough to make Ahsoka want to burst into tears again. Phee noticed and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “He’s going to be fine. Just a little allergic reaction is all.”

“Allergies? From what? I thought regs didn’t have allergies?” Hunter asked.

Tech, as always, was quick to provide an explanation. “Regs typically do not have allergies, correct, but Rex’s signature blonde hair color does not come from any chemical. Perhaps this too is another outlier gene he developed in incubation.”

Phee smiled at the man she referred to as “brown eyes” and agreed, “Couldn’t have said it better myself. We’re just lucky that Ashla here noticed his reaction to the fruit in time.”

“Oh no,” Wrecker said, “Rex isn’t going to stop gardening is he?”

Ahsoka couldn’t help but laugh a little past her drying tears, “No, it wasn’t one of his. It was one that I bought from the summer market.”

He gave a big sigh of relief and promptly left with Omega, as they’d arrived just in time to still get to go.

Moments later, Rex was wheeled out of the room, barely awake and weak. He smiled anyway. Everyone had shown up for him. His appearance was jarring for his brothers, who hadn’t yet seen the extent of his condition.

The medical droids had laden him with bacta patches going down his front and disappearing into his pants. For his mouth, there was a salve applied. “All this for me?” he asked jokingly past swollen lips.

Ahsoka’s heart ached but she laughed despite it all.

Rex winked at her and then turned to the boys, “Don’t tell me I look as bad as your faces say I do.”

Hunter glanced between Rex and Ahsoka and attempted to stifle the knowing smirk spreading over his lips. Echo, observant as ever, caught it at the last second. His jaw hung open as he put two and two together, almost getting left behind as everyone made their way to the exit.

The presence of the boys back in the home was a welcome one. Neither Ahsoka nor Rex realized how much they’d missed having them around. It did mean less copulating in every room and on every surface in the little home, which was a downside. But everyone, even Rex, was laughing about the incident in no time.

He’d been quick about crafting a story — one that didn’t involve being naked in Ahsoka’s bed and having her quite literally suck the life out of him. Rex stood by his tale about attempting to bake something with the bloom fruit, getting it on his clothes, and continuing on in the nude. Conveniently, in this story, Ahsoka was up looking for him at the market and not yet realizing he’d already returned home.

It was quite unconvincing, as there was a hole in the poorly weaved lie. What if Ahsoka came back to find him baking and dancing sans any clothing? Rex just argued that the fruit had already begun to take a critical effect on him.

Wrecker was the first one to dive into the pantry, excited to make himself (and reluctantly everyone else) sandwiches with the new bread. Hunter set to unloading their cargo and Echo began with laundry.

Rex sat with Ahsoka on a cozy little sofa, purposefully choosing the item of furniture due to its tight squeeze. They were thigh to thigh and conversing quietly. Thankfully, the blotches on his skin had greatly started to subside and his lips were no longer swollen. He sounded like himself again. Especially when he whispered out of earshot of his brothers, “They gave me a bit of the salve to take home.”

“Did they? What about a few of those shots? Those would be more than helpful to have so this doesn’t spring up again and get out of hand. I’m so sorry this happened, Rex,” Ahsoka whispered.

He skirted his index finger along the hem of her dress, “Don’t worry about me, Ahsoka. I’m fine. I’ve survived worse attempts on my life.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I was wondering though… if you’d give me a hand with the salve.” The darkening in his honey colored irises was unmistakable.

Ahsoka feigned any awareness of what he was getting at, “It looks to me like your swelling has gone down.”

“Has it?” he quipped breathily, flicking his eyes down to his lap. The bulge there dried her mouth and directed the moisture elsewhere.

She pressed her lips together to fight off her imminent grin, but the flush in her lekku gave her away. “I’d be happy to give you a hand. Maybe though, from now on we will stick to salves and creams instead of fruit,” she said lowly.

“Oh I beg to differ,” Rex said. “So long as we stick to avedames instead.”

“Deal,” she agreed.

They were broken from their intimate little exchange by the clearing of Echo’s throat. He was standing at the dryer with its door open, a lacy red thong dangling from his scomp hand. “So about that story,” he started.

Rex and Ahsoka both flushed a deep crimson. Their attempts at crafting their earlier cover story had been fruitless.

“Didn’t you say Ahsoka bought the fruit that gave you that reaction?”

Ahsoka was speechless, mortified and looking anywhere but at the former ARC. The man seated next to her wasted no time in taking her hand and interlacing their fingers.

Wrecker gasped.

“Oh please don’t try telling me they’re your—”

But Echo’s words were cut short as Wrecker let out a hearty laugh resembling that of a child with a deep voice. “Rex, no wonder you got that rash if that’s what you’re wearing!”

“As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what happened,” Rex said proudly, wincing as he stood and winking at Ahsoka. Wrecker was the only one who bought the absurdly evident lie and Rex strode with a limp to Echo to retrieve the dainty little item. His brother wore a shit-eating grin, not altogether surprised that his Captain and Commander had developed such a relationship.

Rex beckoned for Ahsoka to follow him into the temperate Pabu night and she fell into a fit of giggles once the door closed, “Rex you did not have to do that for me!”

“Of course I did,” he smiled, shrugging. “I owed it to you if buying that little number was even as half as embarrassing as that back there was.” The red lace was threaded around his fingers and stuffed into his pants pocket.

Ahsoka hummed.

“You like that?” he teased, pressing a chaste kiss to her montral. She nodded against his lips, taking his arm. “Good. You’re wearing them for me tomorrow. As soon as my dick is clear I’m finishing what we started.”

She shook her head in laughter and in disbelief at how lucky she was. They were finally where they both wanted to be and had the rest of their lives to express their love in any and every form. The air was salty, the waves lapped at the island, and lights decorated every inch of land they could see. Spring flowers were in full bloom. It was still a perfect day. “Where are we going on this fine evening?” she asked, rubbing his bicep.

Rex pointed to a house with a little blue roof, “Phee Genoa’s place.”

“How come? I’m pretty sure she asked you pretty specifically to stop thanking her.”

“That’s not exactly what we are visiting for, though I do plan on sneaking in another thanks.”

“Then what?”

He smiled and stopped in the ambiently lit street, tracing the braids of her headdress and touching the new stones that had been added. “Well, she set the boys up with their own house, didn’t she? I’d like to ask her for one for us. So that I can grow fruit that I’m not deathly allergic to in our garden and share avedame wine with you, take you in every room of the house, and bake naked if we must.”

Ahsoka found her eyes hot with tears for a second time that day, this time with a smile wobbling on her lips. “We must.”

#submission #rexsoka #rexsoka monthly #february 2024: give me a reason #fic #rated: e

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