Warning: Everything your heart desires - pure smut, porn with feelings, fluff, pining, oral (f and m receiving), 69, PiV sex (wrap it irl), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, creampie, aftercare
A/N: Here is the link for Part 1: - The betdividers made by @djarrex
Summary: One kiss led to another - and eventually to much more. You’ve always wanted to know what they hide under their armors - they are more than willing to show you.
Another beep as you insert the access code to your apartment with trembling fingers, wrong for the second time.
“Hey, you don’t have to do this, if you are unsure about it.” A warm hand lays upon yours, easing your trepidation. Rex stands next to you, giving you a reassuring smile. You look up to him, reciprocating his smile, yet yours more…nervous.
“I…I know. I am sure… I want to,” you answer him, before glancing over your shoulder.
There they are! Eight more men, neatly lined up in the hallway, waiting for you to cross that invisible line and ready to follow you, not only into your apartment but also into sensual pleasure.
Crosshair fights with the rest of CF99 every time he has to use eye drops - it’s almost impossible for him to have his eyes opened during application of the medicine. Wrecker, more often than not, has to put him in a headlock for someone else to pry his eyelids open.
It leaves the Bad Batch baffled how Kix does it so… efficiently.
I got inspired by @corona-one tags under this post: #I like the headcanon I’ve seen that he grows out his hair to cover the scar from where he had his chip removed after Tup and Fives I merged it with another HC I’ve seen that Kix changed his haircut to a “standard” one to be harder to recognize during his investigation of the chips.
I also like to think, Kix planned to de-chip Jesse next, under guise of some minor medical procedure (the medic decided to keep Jesse in the dark so the ARC wouldn’t be accused of being a co-conspirator), but he was kidnapped right before it was arranged.
Tup: Why is Commander Cody trying to find Fives and Hardcase..?
Echo: They put blue food colouring into his toothbrush. The bristles are blue so, he didn’t notice til he brushed his teeth now his mouth is stained blue.
Tup: … that’s genius.
Kix: I’ll get my kit ready for when he catches them.
The holo was just one of many out of the stack Finn had taken from the Resistance records storeroom to supplement his thus far rather one-sided historical education while he recuperated, but his eyes were drawn as if by tractor beam to the tiny lettering printed on the side.
CT-7567 - that sounded like a stormtrooper designation. And below that - CC-2224. CT-5555.
Clone troopers. To hear the First Order tell it, they had been an ideal to strive towards and ultimately exceed, the perfect soldiers who had ushered in the Empire thanks to their absolute obedience and uniformity.
But when Finn booted up the holo, he saw the faces of individual men, and to his surprise, names. Rex. Cody. Fives. Echo. Tup. Kix. Jesse. The list ran on and on. He saw a dizzying range of tattoos, elaborate painted designs on armor, intricate patterns shaved into hair - even the tilt of one clone’s eyebrows set him apart from the furrow of his brother’s, a playful twist of the lips here against a harder line of determination there.
Finn didn’t know how many hours passed as he sat riveted by the holo-record. Despite the cruel circumstances of their creation, the clones had risen above being the emotionless tools they were intended as, had minds and hearts that refused to be reduced to mere organs. One had even come close to unmasking the vast conspiracy behind the rise of Palpatine. A pawn, rising against the chessmaster. And though the clone, no, the man (Fives, Finn burned the name deep into his memory) had ultimately failed, reading about how he defied everything he knew so he could fight for what was right set something to steel in Finn’s chest.
He raised his fingers to pass through the projection, as if he could absorb it into his very self like the tattoos that marked so many of the men. Finn would not let those names be forgotten.
ETA: Thanks for the warm reception on this picture/ficlet! (especially these awesome tag ficlet-comments) - I just want to clear up a few things I’ve seen in the reblog tags of this:
1) I’m very flattered that some are tagging this as the novelization, but this is just my own writing. :’D
2) This ficlet is meant to take place after the events of TFA while Finn’s in recovery - I imagine Finn finds the records in some Resistance storeroom (I don’t think the First Order would look kindly upon Fives for one! And since now Filoni says Rex lives to RotJ I can picture him telling his story to the Rebellion.) It’s important to me that Finn decided to defect on his own due to his intrinsic strength and goodness! I just imagine him finding records about clones as kind of extra encouragement after the fact.
anyway, thanks for the support this has gotten! glad to see so many fellow finn and clones fans popping up!
Rex: *sighing and flopping into a chair* Finally, got rid of Fives and Hardcase for a while. They should be gone for hours, time for some peace and quiet.
Kix: How did you manage that?
Rex: I sent them to the store for an item that doesn’t exist.
A/N: This story is a gift for @nunanuggets. It’s the first part of a story I told her for comfort one evening. Even it’s an open ending, in my mind he comes back one day, and…
However Jesse had thought this layover would turn out, he hadn’t imagined - this. No, this was a thousand times better.
Rex was still injured at Cut and Suu’s farm. Kix, who had indicated that he still outranked his captain until he was fighting fit, had insisted that they had to stay another night before Rex would be ready for transport. General Kenobi had ordered that Kix, along with Hardcase and himself, also stay behind to ensure the captain’s safety. A shuttle would come tomorrow morning to pick them up and bring them back on board the Resolute. Knowing Kix, Jesse was sure there’s probably no reason to NOT head back to the fleet immediately, but the medic wanted to provide them at least one quiet evening before the usual stress and rush would await them again tomorrow. And maybe he’d seen the impact Cut’s life had on Rex. Pretending for one evening they’d be a family, would have a family of their own, could only be a heart-balm.
Then you showed up for dinner, coming over from the nearest farm. And Jesse and his brothers had learned that you and the Lawquanes were friends and that you helped each other when things got tough. You were the one who introduced Cut to Suu after he deserted.
The food had been more delicious than anything Jesse had ever eaten, not difficult with the usual slop from the mess hall and rationbars, but it had been difficult to focus on it. In the light-hearted atmosphere, with his brothers laughing and the children chattering, Jesse had watched you silently as you talked to Suu, a smile spreading across your face. From the first moment he was attracted by your nature and breeziness. You probably didn’t know about your effect on him while he wished he could… “Dangerous thoughts,” he had admonished himself, trying not to stare.
At sunset you said you were going back and Rex, with a grin on his face, ordered Jesse to walk you home. Kriff, at least one of them seemed to have noticed.
And that’s how Jesse ended up walking alongside you through the sprawling swamps towards your farm. Dusk was already falling, the humid air had cooled down somewhat and the promise of something special lay in the green shimmer of the upcoming night. He matched his long stride with yours, and while you were talking about this and that, his hand accidentally brushed yours. Despite the glove, he instantly felt electrified and withdrew his hand right away, hoping you didn’t notice his tension.
“We’re almost there. You can already see my house over there on the other side of the willow.” You turned your head to face him and hesitated before speaking further. “Do you have to go back in a minute, or do you maybe have some time left, trooper?”
He probably should have gone straight back to his brothers, but your company was simply too pleasant to give up just yet.
"We’ll be picked up tomorrow morning, I should be back by then,” he said with a sheepish smile.
“What do you think of us sitting here just a little longer by the stones and watching the triple moons rise? Nothing compares to the beauty of the green luminescence in the air as they ascend above the horizon.”
Jesse could have protested, as you were a far more beautiful sight than anything he had ever seen before, but instead he just nodded and followed you wordlessly to the large stones in the grass. You both sat in silence for a while, listening to the buzzing of the insects and the distant grunting of the eopies.
“Good thing we came across the willows with the eopies. Finding the Lawquanes probably saved Rex’s life,” he eventually broke the silence, at a loss for something else to say.
“Yeah, you were really lucky. A few years ago this willow didn’t even exist,“ you said. "There used to be meadows all around us where I spent my childhood with my siblings and friends. So many happy years before war finally found its way to Saleucami. Even if it’s rather peaceful out here, the comforting feeling of security is gone forever since yesterday.”
How frightening the situation must be for you, Jesse reflected, to be afflicted at last by the horrifying events of the clone wars here in the Outer Rim. All his life he has known nothing else than war, and was bred for it. He wouldn’t even exist without it. But you… Suddenly he wondered what your life was like before there was this war. Maybe he could distract you for a brief moment and brighten your thoughts a little.
“What was it like back then?” he asked.
“Back then? It’s not that long ago, either,” you giggled and Jesse felt his cheeks flush. Kriff, the age thing is hard to judge when you’re only ten in the body of a twenty-year-old yourself.
And then you told him, about hordes of boisterous children who had rollicked through the swamps, pretending to be explorers of the galaxy. Who had dreamed of becoming the best pilots from here to the Inner Core and had supported and comforted each other as they slowly grew into adults. You told him about snickering girls and cheeky boys who gradually went from buddies to annoying accompaniments.. only to become interesting in a completely different way all of a sudden… you talked about racing hearts and secret kisses in the tall grass.
Jesse listened to you carefully. ‘How would it feel, to be a teenager in love?’ he thought. As a clone he was not entitled to such things. All he had were regulations - with the strict indication of what was out of the question for his kind. Of course they didn’t stick to it! Random hook-ups were practically a part of most shore leave, forbidden or not. However, falling in love, indulging in the feeling of discovering something new and exciting, was an experience he was denied, like most of his brothers.
Without him noticing at first, you’ve stopped talking and looked at him with eager eyes, a bemused smile on your lips. Lips, so gently curved, he would have loved to kiss. All he’d have to do would be to lean forward…
“What are you thinking, Jesse?”
The sound of his name coming from your lips made his heart beat faster.
"I wonder what it would have been like…” he suddenly felt nervous at what he was about to say, “if I could have experienced that too.”
“What? You mean playing in a meadow – or kissing?” The soft expression on your face, the way you studied him so intensely, had his mind spinning.
"Hey! Of course I’ve kissed. Quite often as a matter of fact! I mean it's…” he broke off somehow embarrassed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. No, that wasn’t what he wanted to say. He inhaled sharply and tried again: “On Kamino there is only water and the facilities are clinical. No meadows. Not that it has bothered us anyway, all day training kept us cadets busy, preparing us for our life as troopers. And it’s no different on Coruscant, ” he paused briefly before continuing. "No, what I actually meant is… what it’s like to fall in love.”
There is was, an admission of his - inexperience - in certain things. And Sith’s hell, despite his usual confidence, despite everything he’s been through in the past few years, Jesse suddenly felt insecure. Just as it would have been back then.
“That’s a pity.” Your voice sounded so soft, quieter than before. Suddenly his heart was in his mouth as you leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked with yours. Your finger slowly traced his vambrace and he cursed the plastoid that kept him from feeling the gentle touch against his skin.
“Would you like to find out?”
“Yes,” he responded huskily.
And then you leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you until your faces were only inches apart, your eyes never left his. Time stopped as you locked your lips with him and both of you just held there motionless, savoring the moment. His eyes were still open when you withdrew and tilted your head to the other side. Your nose brushed against his and he felt your warm breath on his lips. And when you moved your hand to cup his face, when your thumb gently caressed his cheek, his eyes eventually fell shut and he kissed you again. And as he did, he felt himself relax, his shoulders dropped and the usual tension inside him vanished.
Jesse took your face in his hands, but he was still wearing his gloves. Without breaking the kiss he ripped them off and tossed them aside, eager for feeling your skin beneath his fingertips. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he buried his hand in your hair at the back of your head and felt your strands in between his fingers, he pulled you even tighter and cradled your nape. Yes, he had kissed before, but it has never felt like this. The butterflies roused in his stomach as he melted into the kiss. He swept his tongue over your bottom lip. You parted them and let him in, allowing him gently to explore every inch of your mouth. Kriff, he had no idea what he was missing, when he was denied the pleasure of being a teenager falling in love. And even though he was a full grown man by now, the sensation was just the same. The scent of the surrounding grass filled his nostrils, the warmth of your body seeped into his. Your lips were soft and you tasted like summer and night air and the sweetest fruits. And he couldn’t ever get enough of it…
He spent hours kissing you and let himself be kissed back. Your lips met again and again, sweet, soft, full of insatiable longing as your mouths moved in concert, lazily making out. As time went by, Jesse became a little bolder and trailed his hands up and down your sides. He felt your curves beneath the fabric of your shirt. And even if he restrained himself from slipping his hands under your shirt to feel more of your bare skin, the sensation was intense. He felt you shiver under his touch and moaned into the kiss as you gasped at his touch.
At last your mouths reluctantly parted, and he was watching you with his soft amber eyes. Deep inside he hoped, you would feel the weight of his devotion for you. For the gift you have made him. He brushed his fingers against your cheek as he struggled for words.
“Where do we go from here?” he quietly asked.
“I don’t know,” you answered, “You’ll be gone by tomorrow”.
“Do you want to…?” his voice was low and thick with desire.
“No. Falling in love goes slow. And we wouldn’t have done it right if we’d rush things.”
Both of you knew there’s no tomorrow for you, but for this evening you pretended there might be one. When he looked at you, he saw your bright eyes filled with moonlight, and a beaming smile spread across his face, sparking in his gaze.
“Cyar’ika, if you think you’ll get rid of me so easily, I’m afraid to tell you, you are wrong.”
Jesse gave you his personal comm, desperately hoping you’d contact him. Maybe - one day. But when he laid down to sleep half an hour later in Cut’s barn, ignoring the prying eyes and suggestive comments from his inquisitive brothers, he already heard the slight buzz he yearned for.
“Good night, and sweet dreams, my love.”
Jesse boarded the shuttle the next morning with an indescribable sweet ache in his chest. And when he saw the surface of Saleucami slowly becoming blurred, he knew for sure he’ll come back to you, as soon as he could.
