A/N: this started off as a single chapter fic, but Rex and my OC Brenna were quite eager to stretch it out a bit longer, so there are three parts. Brenna is an OC from my story, The Fighting Kind, which can be found on my FFN page. As far as "fanon" is concerned, this fic takes place between Chapters 29 & 30 of TFK.
Enjoy!
Resolute IV
When Rex opened the door to his office, the first thing he noticed was that Brenna was waiting for him, facing the entrance and leaning against his desk with a playful expression he knew quite well. The second thing he noticed was that she was wearing
the dress. It was the same one she'd worn on their second date: some kind of soft, pale blue material that clung to her body in just the right places, revealing her curving hips and the lovely, lovely swell of her breasts, all of which he immediately wanted to feel under his hands. By the time his eyes made it back to her face, he saw that she was smiling. “Hi, Captain.”
An answering half-smile slipped to his face; before he replied, he reached behind him and palmed the door shut, ensuring that the lock was secure. When he looked back at her, he felt his blood leap in his veins for all that he worked to keep his voice steady. “Hello, Miss Damaris.”
As he'd hoped, his use of her more formal name made her smile widen: he'd caught on to her game, and she was delighting in the fact. “Are you busy?”
“Almost,” he replied as he stepped over to her, removing his gloves and setting them down on his desk. “I'm about to be
very busy making passionate love to the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.”
Her head tilted as he put his left hand on her waist, and he felt her breath catch when he tilted her chin up with his right. Her voice was slightly husky. “Are you?”
“Oh, yes,” he said, then lowered his mouth to hers. For a few moments he could think of nothing but kissing her, though a part of his attention was also taken up with savoring the feel of her body beneath his hand. Heat coursed through him, stronger now, and he deepened the kiss, pausing only to suck at her lower lip; he loved the moment when they'd part and he could see how pink and swollen he'd made her, because it reminded him of...well, of other things. A few minutes of this and she whimpered beneath his mouth, causing him to smile inwardly.
When he pulled back, he gave her another half-smile. “It's quite imminent,” he added as he studied the blooming pink flush on her lips with satisfaction. “Right?”
“First take this off,” she said in response, indicating his curving pauldron. “It only gets in the way.”
He grinned at her, unfastening the armored piece at his left shoulder and dropping it to the floor. “Yes, ma'am.”
“Thank you, Captain.” Brenna chuckled and reached a hand up to his face, caressing his cheek and lips before her fingers slid around to the back of his neck, to his hairline, where she raked her nails across his skin; the sensation caused a shiver to pass through Rex, and he gave a low, wordless murmur of desire, then pulled her to him in another kiss. As he did so, he dropped both of his hands down to her ass and picked her up so that he could set her on the edge of his desk.
Now, her knees were spread on either side of him; as he continued kissing her, he slid her dress up to her thighs and savored the feel of her smooth skin beneath his hands, which even now were skimming towards her core. Beneath his codpiece he was so swollen that it was growing more and more difficult to think clearly with her proximity and with the noises of pleasure she was making beneath his mouth.
It became almost impossible when she whimpered his name and her hands dropped to the armored plating that covered his shaft. Thankfully she knew how to remove it, so he was able to occupy his hands with unfastening the ties of her dress and exposing her breasts. Before the cool air of the ship could reach her, Rex covered them with his hands, skimming his fingertips over her stiff nipples and adding a few, light pinches as well.
“Rex...”
The sound of his own name pulled him out of his haze and made him meet her eyes. Before he could speak, he felt the touch of her hands along the his cock, which she'd released from his armor and body-glove, and it was his turn to groan aloud. She knew just how to touch him, running her fingers along his length before toying with the drops of moisture that had begun to bead at the tip as she held his eyes. “I need you inside me,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. “Now.”
Rex sucked in his breath and dropped his hands to her thighs again, sliding his thumbs beneath her underwear so that he could feel for himself how ready she was. When he brushed against her slick, swollen skin, she gasped again and her legs parted further. “Yes, Rex...”
His head was practically spinning with unfulfilled lust; he took a moment to rub small circles against her clit with his right thumb, further inciting her need and coating his hand with
her. Because he couldn't help himself when he was this close to her, he flicked his thumb along her inner lips again, then lifted his hand back up to taste her essence, almost absently, all while holding her eyes with his own.
As he did so, Brenna whimpered his name and he felt her trembling as her breath grew shorter, so he reached up with his left hand to cup her cheek and kiss her again. When they parted, he pulled her underwear down and tossed it to the side, then aligned himself with her core, holding her eyes with his own, because he loved watching the expression on her face when he entered her body.
Her gaze held his; the moment he slid inside of her, her eyes fluttered and her lips parted. It seemed she was incapable of speech, but that was okay, because he was, too. Rex thrust inside of her again and again, savoring the tight, delicious heat that surrounded his cock, then moved his hands up to ply her nipples again. As he did so, Brenna sucked in her breath and gripped his armored waist, pulling him closer.
For a few moments, nothing existed for Rex but Brenna; he could feel every inch of her channel pressed against his cock, the heavy weight of her breasts in his hands, the exhalation of her breath against his own lips in between frantic kisses. He groaned and plunged himself into her, wanting to make the experience last as long as possible but growing more and more unable to hold back his own, spiraling pleasure. Beneath him, Brenna sucked in her breath and began to bite her lower lip, which he knew meant that she was getting close...
That was when his
kriffing, shabla comlink went off, the cheerful chirrup suddenly the most annoying, frustrating sound in the galaxy, only to be topped by the voice of Admiral Yularen.
“Captain Rex: General Skywalker has requested your presence for an emergency briefing. Please come to the bridge immediately.” After the Admiral's voice over the comlink died, Rex couldn't suppress a groan of frustration as his hips stilled and he swore. “
Fek!” He and Brenna exchanged a heated look; he was still inside of her, she was breathing heavily and her dress was pulled up past her thighs and hanging around her bared breasts. Her nipples were still hard when she met his eyes. “You really have to go...?”
Rex swallowed and nodded. As much as he was loathe to leave her like this – hell, he didn't
want to leave her at all – he didn't have much of a choice right now, so as he forced himself to slide out of her, he met her eyes again.
“I'm supposed to be
off duty tonight,” he said as he rubbed at his forehead. “But if it's just a briefing, hopefully it won't take too long.”
“I hope not.” She exhaled, still trying to catch her breath, then gave him a knowing smile. “You'll just have to make it up to me when you're free.”
Her words were quiet but filled with intention, and he felt a flare of affection for her, one that was stronger than any desire; it was heightened when he met her eyes, which was when he found that he was able to return her smile despite the ache of unfulfilled lust in his groin. “It's a date.”
By the time he made it to the briefing room that was adjacent to the bridge where the admiral and Skywalker were waiting, Rex was beyond uncomfortable in his armor, but there was nothing for it. Rather than think about how delicious Bren tasted and how amazing she felt – which was a challenge – he instead funneled the bulk of his attention towards walking normally and not like he was fighting a massive erection.
It was difficult.
It was one of those briefings where he didn't have to say much, for which he was thankful. As he listened to Yularen and Skywalker chatter on, his ardor cooled even further, and Rex was able to focus a bit more on the map of Bimmissaari that was rotating before them, until he thought that he was in the clear. Indeed, neither the admiral nor the Jedi seemed to notice his state, which was a mercy, though in Rex's opinion the kriffing briefing took way,
way too long.
Finally it ended, and as he tried to rush out of the bridge without
looking like he was rushing, Skywalker cleared his throat, causing Rex to halt, then turn about slowly.
“You okay, Captain?” Skywalker asked, arching his brow.
By some miracle Rex's voice worked. “Yes, sir.”
Skywalker tilted his head, the look on his face uncomfortably discerning. “You're sure? You seem a little...flustered.”
Oh, Force help me. “Er...no. I'm fine, General.”
A ghost of a smile appeared on the Jedi's mouth as he nodded to the clone. “Hmm. Well, if you're sure. It's just...”
Rex had been turning to leave again, but Skywalker's perplexed tone made him pause. “Sir?”
The Jedi smirked. “You're missing your pauldron.”
Kriffing hell.
