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in this life and the next (crosshair x f!reader)

“You have me,” he promised, sliding his hand to the small of your back. “In this life and in all the others… you have me, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

summary: the one where crosshair and his lover share an intimate bubble bath

rating: X (18+ ONLY) — sex in the tub w/o protection (don't be irresponsible irl!), PiV, creampie, fingering, lots of fluff and cheesy love, crosshair talks you through it

note: this is officially 2/5! up next is hunter, then echo, and we're ending this valentine's day special with wrecker! the taglist is still open for this specific series so if you wish to be added, please comment or lmk in my inbox!

radio: bury me, duendita — angel, finneas — work, charlotte day wilson

Steam danced above the soapy water, curling in the air like wisps of white silk. The heat wrapped you in such a warm embrace that you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath, relishing in its warmth and the fragrant smell of roses. Resting your head back against the rim of the tub, you sunk deeper into the steaming water, sloshing it against the tall walls.

“Enjoying yourself?”

You smiled, eyes fluttering open before darting toward the man in the doorway. Crosshair leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his bare chest, flanneled pants hanging low on his hips. The sight made you swallow, eyes glued to his abs before slowly drifting up to his smug look.

“I am,” you said with a hum, lifting your bare leg out of the water. It piqued his attention, soft brown eyes flickering with adoration as they dragged up your leg, all the way to your soap-clad chest. His throat bobbed with a swallow, tongue flitting out to wet his lips.

When you noticed his silent longing, you raised a soapy hand and curled a finger, purring softly, “There’s room for two, Cross.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Standing beside you, Crosshair dropped his pants to his ankles while you shifted, making room for him to slip into the tub from behind. Water sloshed over the rim but neither one of you cared. The warmth made him suck in a sharp breath, muttering under his breath about you melting your skin off. Nonetheless, he relaxed into the soapy water and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his chest.

You sat atop his lap, resting your head back against his shoulder while your smooth legs rubbed against his. Crosshair’s hands crossed over your stomach, his lips pressing against your ear as he hummed, “You smell good, princess.”

“Good, 'cause you’ll be smelling the same way when you get out of here,” you mused, giggling when he began nibbling down your neck with little kisses. You shut your eyes in bliss as his hands roamed, one firmly holding you to his chest while the other slid up your neck, holding your throat in a ghost grip. He moved his lips to your earlobe, teasingly pinching it between his teeth before kissing your jugular. “Crosshair…”

“Mm?” He hummed, purposefully sucking on your skin long enough to leave a red bruise.

“Talk to me,” you whispered softly, causing him to pull away and give you a curious look. Reaching up, you cupped the side of his face, thumb dragging over his bottom lip. His pupils dilated and you smiled. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Oh, princess. I doubt you’ll be surprised by what’s going on in my head right now.”

“Yeah?” You grabbed his hand and guided it down between your legs, smirking when his breath hitched. “Spoil me. I want to hear it all.”

Crosshair pressed his lips against your temple in a chaste kiss, lingering for just a moment before he smirked against your hair. You tilted your head, gazing up at him with wet lashes and flushed cheeks, hoping he’d see the silent pleads in your gaze.

The moment he met your eyes, the corner of his mouth twitched and he nodded. Of course he noticed — Crosshair always noticed. He could tell from a mile away whenever you were sad or angry; flustered or uncomfortable. You were an open book to him; your emotions painted as clearly as the letters on every page. Very little went unnoticed by the sniper and you were more than grateful for it. Silent conversations with Crosshair often said more than words ever could.

You kept your hand atop his as he pushed his hand in between your thighs. You parted your legs a bit wider, gently guiding his fingers through your warm lips. Even in the water, you could feel just how slick you’d become in the short time since seeing him.

Crosshair huffed with satisfaction, hovering his lips over your ear as he spoke.

“I’m thinking of you…” Gentle fingertips stroking up and down, circling your clit before teasing your entrance. “I’m thinking of the way you say my name like it’s a prayer…”

“Crosshair…” you breathed, eyes fluttering shut when he teased a finger before pulling it out, resuming the languid drag up and down through your lips and around your clit.

“That’s it,” he purred, his chest rumbling against your back. His breath was hot against your ear. “Just like that.”

You looked up, catching his lips in a kiss before whispering into his mouth, “Tell me more.”

“Don’t be greedy.” He licked your lower lip with his tongue, dipping his head for another slow and sensual kiss. When you parted, you shut your eyes and leaned back, arching your chest up when he flicked your clit. The sight of your hard and wet nipples made him audibly swallow, drawing one hand up to your sudsy breast while the other continued tracing ovals across your aching pussy.

“I’m thinking of this.” Crosshair sucked on your neck, pinching a nipple while simultaneously circling your clit. “The way you fit so perfectly in my hands. It’s better than anything I could ever dream of, like you were made for me.”

Impatience made you move without realizing. You reached down between your parted legs, grabbing his hand to guide a finger to your empty opening. With ease, you gently inserted one of his fingers, slowly sliding it inside with a breathless moan. You involuntarily clenched around his finger when he curled it, caressing the spot that he’d already engraved into memory.

“And your voice,” Crosshair whispered, rolling a nipple between his fingertips while the other began sliding in and out of your cunt. “I could listen to it forever. It’s better than music or any song. It’s all that I think of when you’re not with me. It’s the only thing I can think of when I can’t see you.”

“More,” you breathlessly begged, grabbing the edge of the tub with one hand while rubbing the other against your clit. “Crosshair, please give me more.”

Angling your hips upward, you felt a fresh wave of goosebumps rush down your spine when Crosshair slipped another finger inside of you, resuming the gentle rhythm of in and out, in and out, water sloshing with his movements. He didn’t speak for a moment, savoring the sound of your gasps and moans.

“C-Crosshair,” you quivered, abandoning your stiff nipples to grab his wrist underwater. “O-Oh gods-”

“I know, princess,” he cooed into your ear. “I know you want to let go, but you can hold it for just a little longer, can you?”

You nodded quickly, unsure if you could but determined nonetheless. “K-Keep talking.”

Crosshair smirked, lifting his hand from your breast to tilt your face towards his. He held your gaze for a moment before flicking his eyes down to your lips. As if giving into a secret compulsion, he dipped his head and kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth in an effort to truly taste you for all that you were worth.

When he pulled away, a thin string of spit connected your lips to his, causing him to smile.

“You’re my paradise,” he breathlessly admitted, latching onto your eyes as if you’d fade away. “You’re what I want to see when I die. This kriffing face of yours-” He pinched your cheeks with his spare hand, smacking a kiss on your lips before continuing. “-is what I want to wake up to in my next life.”

You whimpered at the budding pressure between your legs. It was as addictive as it was painful; as pleasurable as it was maddening. This was no longer a sense of bliss but a dangerously thin line between ecstasy and euphoria. When Crosshair’s fingers stroked in and out of your entrance more fervently, you felt that thin line snap and with a cry, you tensed, muscles coiling as the bliss of an orgasm ran through you from head to toe.

“Oh, gods,” you shakily moaned, quivering all over as you clamped down on his fingers.

“My pretty girl,” he coached in a loving tone, urging you on between delicate kisses along your jaw and cheekbone. “Easy, princess. Deep breaths…”

His words felt warmer than the water itself. Every single syllable rasped past his lips was another push towards feeling as light as a feather and as full as an overflowing fountain. You dreamt of moments like this — moments when his love and devotion was so clear, it was almost overwhelming.

But a piece of you knew that Crosshair would never become overwhelming. In fact, even after being sated with an orgasm, you couldn’t help but want more just to hear him speak.

Water sloshed across your chest as you fell back against his chest, descending from the high of your climax. As you slid down his chest, you felt his stiffness prodding against your back, causing you to smile and tilt your head towards him. Your grin made his eyes burn as they drifted across your face. It was a look of pure adoration as he memorized every single feature down to the flustered look in your eyes.

The bubbles had dissolved and the water became lukewarm by the time you turned around to lay atop him. His cock pressed against your tummy but you chose to leave it for now as you ran your fingers over his flush lips, appreciating the fact that they were yours and bound to no other. Spreading your legs, you bracketed his hips underneath the water and aligned your entrance with his erection, descending just enough for his tip to kiss your opening without going any farther.

Cupping both sides of his face, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, giving his lip a bite and tug before you pulled away. Stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, you gazed at him with nothing short of love, lips quivering as you struggled to show just how much you loved him…

…when suddenly, he beat you to it.

“You have me,” he promised, sliding his hand to the small of your back. “In this life and in all the others… you have me, princess. I’m not going anywhere.”

You couldn’t help but kiss him then and there, savoring the taste of his tongue all while you slowly descended onto his cock, sheathing yourself down until you took all of him inside of you. Slick and hot from your orgasm, his entrance was easy and blissful, drawing moans that fell right against his lips. He stole every noise and breathless whimper from your lips, gasping into your mouth when you clenched around his length.

You rose upward, sliding him all the way out until his throbbing tip kissed your entrance. With another descent, now faster than before, you siphoned a moan from his lips, smiling into yet another impatient and rushed kiss.

Slow and sensual movements guided you up and down, sloshing water with every roll of your hips. Crosshair’s hands glided down your sides, squeezing and pulling at your hips, ass, and thighs. He was more vocal now, moaning into your mouth as you repeated your movements over and over, clenching and releasing around him to bring him to a blinding orgasm similar to your own.

Greedy hands roamed over your breasts as he kissed, licked, and bit your lips with mindless need. A buck of his hips urged you to move faster. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you braced yourself and began to move quicker, rising and falling fast enough to send water spilling over the edge of the tub. He was so big that you could swear you felt him in your stomach, drawing out unholy whines and moans each time his tip hit the farthest wall of your cunt.

Crosshair’s eyes flickered across your face, watching you through a drunken haze as you bit your bottom lip. In an almost forceful gesture, he sat back and hooked both arms around the edge of the tub, rocking his head back as if giving himself to you.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “K-Kriff, I’m not gonna last any longer…”

You leaned over his chest, bouncing up and down on his length while dragging your tongue up his neck. He tasted like rose soap and you. Gripping his throat in a gentle but claiming gesture, you rose up to kiss him hard, tangling your tongue with his, sucking on his bottom lip in tandem with the fast rock of your hips.

“Cross, I-I’m going to cum,” you breathlessly whined into his mouth, pumping fast enough to make you both gasp out. Crosshair quickly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist in an embrace while you cupped both sides of his face and angled his head upward, bending down to catch his lips in a final kiss.

Water splashed over the tub and hit the floor as he bucked up into you, slamming his cock against your g-spot with a cry muffled by your mouth. When he came, you could feel him throbbing as he filled you to the brim, sinking his teeth into the skin of your shoulder. You clenched around him while you rode out yet another orgasm, leaving him sheathed inside without any desire to pull out.

Both of you leaned down into the tub, sinking into the lukewarm water with synchronized sighs. It made you giggle as you rested your head against his shoulder, causing Crosshair to rock his head back, eyes shut as he smiled dazedly. One hand gently stroking up and down the ridges of your back, Crosshair and you fell into a moment of silence while you both calmed down. You basked in his presence, tracing hearts atop the scars on his chest.

He dipped his chin to kiss your hairline, letting his lips linger for just a moment longer.

“You have me, princess,” he whispered against your skin. “And you’re not getting rid of me for a long, long time.”

“Good,” you hummed, kissing his throat. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’re in this for the long ride, baby — in this life and the next.”

He hummed.

“Sounds better when you say it.”

You giggled, playfully tugging his hair. He smirked but said nothing, continuing the slow drag of his fingertips up and down your back.

After a heartbeat’s silence, you spoke.

“I love you, Cross.”

He exhaled through his nose, grabbing your hand to kiss your inner palm.

“I love you too, princess. Always have.”

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revelinmagic · 1 year

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Sleepless Nights - the Bad Batch (Crosshair x Reader)

Pairings: Crosshair x FormerJedi!reader (romantic), Hunter x FormerJedi!reader (platonic) [gender-neutral reader]

Warnings: no smut, mentions of insomnia, fluff, first kiss, intense kissing tho (no use of y/n)

Summary: With your insomnia acting up again, you decide to take a late night walk to try and clear your head. Unknown to you, a certain clone who has trouble expressing his feelings follows you, worried for your safety. When you catch him following you, questions are asked and certain mutual feelings come to light...

Word count: 3,329

Authors note: so this is my first fic, hope y’all like it! It does have slow start but it speeds up fast. This story takes place outside of canon story. It exists in a universe where Crosshair came back to the batch after time spent with the Empire but before any of the events of season 2. (this is also cross posted on ao3 , but I did just start writing on there too so there is nothing other than this fic...yet)

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If the Marauder had to break down anywhere, you were glad it was this planet. The days were staying below too hot, but the night also did not get too cold. And you would know, seeing as your insomnia had gotten bad again over the past couple of weeks.

Sleep was constantly on your mind, and you could tell the Batch knew about it. Tech had “coincidently” started informing you on tips and tricks to sleep better, and had tried to pass it off as information he saw as beneficial for the entire team. Hunter was much better at being subtle, softly asking if you needed extra caf; he would also happen to forget to put you on the watch rotation recently. Echo and Wrecker were much more straightforward about their concern, with Echo offering his own extra pillows and blankets he kept to support his metal joints and keep him warmer while asleep, and Wrecker pushing Lula into your hands and announcing “She always helps me sleep!” Your squad truly cared about you.

Omega, too, had picked up on your habits after catching you awake far too late whilst she tried to sneak into the cockpit and scare Hunter (which, of course, never actually worked, though Hunter would sometimes pretend it did for Omega’s sake). Following Wrecker’s lead, she offered to share the stuffed Tooka doll with you.

The only person who had yet to comment on your nightly struggles was Crosshair.

Where the others cut you slack when you were sluggish in training, Crosshair would sneer and push you harder with his mildly cutting comments and sarcastic feedback on your abilities. You never fell behind in combat, though, the adrenaline always kicking you into focus and allowing your skills to shine through. And honestly, you know that is the only reason Hunter hasn’t sidelined you yet, or put you on permanent “Omega watch.”

And so here you were, yet again, lying awake while the rest of your squad slept soundly, or as soundly as possible with Wrecker’s snores snaking through the darkness.

Huffing to yourself, you twist again, trying to find a comfortable position in your bunk. A few more minutes pass with the same routine before you decide that it isn’t worth it to even try. Pulling on the sweatshirt and long pants from the foot of your bunk, you slip on boots as well, cause while the world outside was not cold, you didn’t want the air coming off the damp ground to give you a chill. Padding to the cockpit, you open the door to see the pilot’s seat swivel around, Hunter regarding you eyes containing the same worry they always seemed to have when he looked at you recently.

“Heard me coming?” You question, leaning against the door frame.

Hunter chuckles, crossing his arms before responding: “Heard you tossing and turning actually. Same as last night, and the night before.” You look down, not knowing what to say when he continues, “I suppose you are coming to let me know that you are going for a walk.”

He says it as a statement of fact, and it is. You had gotten into the habit of walking around at night under the guise of patrolling, though you were quite sure that at least Hunter knew that was bogus after you overheard a tense squabble between Crosshair and himself over the fact that you went out by yourself frequently. Crosshair had been saying how it was irresponsible of you to be wandering by yourself, and Hunter had chastised him for his comments.

You nod at Hunter, and he just sighs to himself before turning to unlock the ship’s doors, “Just make sure to stay alert. I know our scanners would have picked up on any threats, but take your blaster with you in case.”

“Yes, Sergeant.” And with that you make your way out of the cockpit, stopping by your bunk to grab your blaster before heading out the door, not noticing that the bunk across from yours was empty as well.

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He was laying on the roof of the Marauder when he felt the ship’s doors open and close. Sitting up to see who it was, it came as no surprise when Crosshair saw you step out from the shadows and into the moonlight. With his enhanced eyesight, you were more than just an outline, every detail of you perfectly clear as you took a deep breath of the night air before starting off into the night.

Crosshair was the only one besides Hunter that was fully aware of your nightly walks. The others had noticed your lack of sleep, but none of them seemed to notice the muddy shoes you hid under your bunk, none but Hunter and Crosshair himself.

While watching you walk away from the ship, Crosshair felt that familiar warm lurch in his chest that seemed to arise whenever he looked at you in the past couple of months.

When he had rejoined his brothers, he was surprised to see they had yet another addition besides his younger sister: you. Apparently you were a Jedi healer, trained not only in combat but also in how to use the force to close wounds and soothe minds. You had been rescued from slavers by the Batch, and since then you had stayed with them, becoming one of them and aiding on missions. Cid was also happy, as it had saved her money on supplies as well as the Batch needing less time between missions to inevitably heal back up.

Being the only one of the Batch that held no trepidation in interacting with him once he finally returned, you had since become stuck in his head. Well, interacting as much as he would allow. Crosshair kept his distance, not knowing how to act around you, and that space he kept between you only increased as feelings started to bloom from the seeds of kindness you showed him. And it didn’t hurt that you were one of the most stunning creatures he had ever seen.

So of course he was more worried than he let on about your inability to fall asleep. It distracted him when in action, feeling the need to check on you to make sure you had not fallen due to exhaustion or to simply make sure you were still there.

It was starting to get annoying. And so he of course worked through it the only way he knew how, with sarcasm and aggression masking his true emotions.

He pushed you in training in hopes the exhaustion would finally hit you and grant you at least a few hours of rest. He argued with Hunter about letting you on missions, trying to allow you time to yourself on the ship. Crosshair even convinced Hunter to take you off of watch duty, making the excuse that he would rather take your place himself than leave the safety of the team in the hands of someone who could not even figure out a way to sleep. And his heart had fallen when he turned to see you had heard what he said, not knowing he was trying to help you in the only ways he knew how. And by the gods, he wanted to help you.

As you disappeared into the sparse treeline, Crosshair decided that it did not do any harm to follow you, make sure you did not get into any trouble. Climbing down the side of the ship, Crosshair slung his rifle over his shoulder and followed you into the wood.

Moving quietly, he kept you in sight. He noticed your blaster and smiled to himself. That’s my girl.

Your movements were relaxed yet confident, he noticed, and he guessed it was not the first time you had taken this path specifically. But where were you going?

His question was answered a few moments later when a clearing suddenly appeared, boasting a small, still lake, a perfect mirror to the galaxies above it. Crosshair hid just within the trees as you moved towards the bank and sat down in the grass, pulling your knees to yourself as you gazed at the starry reflection before you.

He spent a few minutes like that, watching you watch the water. It wasn’t often he got to observe you outright like this, or for this long. He made sure to keep his glances short and excusable should he ever be caught by his brothers. But now, he noticed things about you that caused a thrill to run up his spine as he realized he was probably the only one to ever see you in such a relaxed state.

He saw the way the breeze gently riled your hair, how you seemed to sigh with the wind every time. He saw how you gently kneaded the wet ground, feeling the living force of each grass blade around you. He watched as you gently lifted tendrils of water with your mind, creating small spirals that would then cause ripples when they fell, your shoulders moving a bit in what Crosshair assumed was a light laugh.

Crosshair was so focused on you, on the minute details you were exhibiting, that he somehow failed to realize when you sensed a lifeforce you recognized.

“Are you going to come out and join me, Crosshair?”

His breath pushed out of his lungs in one swoop. How long had you known he was there? Did you know he had followed you? Could you sense his heart speed up at the sound of his name from your lips?

Crosshair silently took a deep breath before emerging to join you on the bank.

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You were internally cursing yourself for not realizing he was there sooner as Crosshair came to sit beside you. You blame your sleepless state as the culprit of your failure to stay alert. You had only sensed him when you reached out a bit further with the force to check the trees for any creatures, but there was no way you were going to let Crosshair know that, knowing he would not let it go that a Jedi had failed to notice a threat so close.

The two of you sat together, staring out across the lake you had discovered four nights ago. Glancing at your companion, he was staring at the ground, not likely to speak first, so you again broke the silence.

“So we both know what I am doing out here this late, question is why are you here?” you spoke each word particularly soft, not wanting to scare him off. In truth, your heart had skipped a beat when you recognized his energy. Excitement, nervousness, and heat had rushed through you. How long had he been watching you? Had he followed you? Did he come after you because he cared?

You hoped beyond all reason that he was here because he was worried, because he cared. Kriff, you wanted him to care. To feel something for you beyond the stiff formality of a co-worker’s relationship.

Ever since you had met him, you felt a pull towards the Marksman. You knew that as glad as the other members of the Batch were that he was back, they were just as wary to trust him again. But to you, you who could sense the battle raging in his head, he proved himself without having to say a word. His love for his brothers and Omega was palpable to you, and it had almost knocked the breath out of you when you sensed his determination to gain their trust, to earn back their faith and love (though, you knew they had never stopped loving him). Crosshair seemed surprised when you showed no animosity at his presence, and even more so when you went out of your way to try and befriend him.

That first meeting had been near 200 standard rotations ago, and at least for you, the want to be his friend had grown into something more. You wanted him. All of him; the dark, the light, and everything in between. And here he sat, mere inches away, where to touch him, all you would have to do is shift your weight the slightest bit in his direction. But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want you. Why else would he have built so many walls between the two of you. Why else would he cut conversation short and turn away whenever you managed to start talking about anything real. Why else would he flinch when you had to touch his skin to heal him, and then leave without looking you in the eyes as he muttered a curt “thank you.”

All of this ran through your head as Crosshair didn’t answer your question. He just kept staring at the ground, playing with the grass you yourself had been grabbing at just moments ago.

Typical.

With a sigh, you went to push yourself off of the ground.

“I -” Crosshair started. Freezing, you don’t dare to move. Crosshair takes another breath, “I saw you leave the ship, so I made the decision to follow you. Is that a crime now?” His voice had switched from soft to standoffish, and you knew he was embarrassed to admit he had intentionally filled you out into the forest. That is when you felt it, his unease and… Crosshair was nervous?

Relaxing back onto the ground, you move the slightest bit closer, just brushing your ankle against his, and you hear his quick intake of breath at the contact.

Impossible… Did he actually feel the same?

It is now or never, you realize. This is the moment. You cannot keep living in a state of pining and confusion. You need to know, whatever the outcome. Either he wants you, or he will reject you, and you can start to move on.

“And why did you follow me?” You speak softly, the same way you would speak to a beast prepared to run.

His leg keeps bouncing as he formulates an answer in his head, so you decide to be bold.

Placing a hand on his knee, you lean into his line of sight, “Cross?” Crosshair goes still at the contact and shortened version of his name, gaze switching between your face and your hand on his leg. He makes no attempt to move. He decides on your face, eyes wide guarded but laced with…hope. He looks hopeful. You push again.

“Were you worried about me, Cross?”

Wordlessly he nods, swallowing hard as he can feel something shifting in the air. And he too knows that this is it. This is the moment that will define your relationship for better or worse.

Moving closer again, you raise your hand to cup his cheek, giving him every opportunity to grab it. To tell you to stop. To get up and laugh at you. But he doesn't.

Crosshair can scarcely breathe as your hand meets his face, a shudder running through him as your thumb slowly traces the bottom of his tattoo and his eyes close. The force around you shimmers with tension and warmth, and without even trying to can feel your energies reaching out to each other, begging to unite.

Just one more push, you think to yourself as you brace on the edge of something new and inevitable. And you pray to the force that you have not misread this entire situation.

“Do you care for me as violently as I care for you?” The words are a whisper against Corsshair’s ear, you being closer than even he realized. Though they may as well have been a gunshot the way they tore through him.

Eyes shooting open, his hand grasps the wrist of the hand touching his face. Chest rapidly rising and falling Crosshair studies your face: searching, reading, hoping. You hold your breath as you stay still as possible, all of your cards on the table as you wait for him.

After what feels like a lifetime, Crosshair’s eyes focus on yours. And whatever he was looking for across the rest of you, he must have found it in your gaze because just as your heart starts to fall, one word is muttered from his lips: “Yes.”

You don’t know who moves first, but you also don’t care. The force explodes in and around you as his mouth finds yours. His lips come crashing onto yours with a passion that can only be found in a person who has longed for what they now possess.

Pulling on your wrist, he drags you onto his lap, your legs straddling his thighs and waist. You hear Crosshair gasp your name as a whimper escapes the stoic clone. His hands then find the back of your neck and your waist as your hands come to run through this coarse silver hair that has grown long enough to grab onto. Tugging slightly elicited a groan from the Marksman, and you take the opportunity to swipe your tongue into his mouth for just a moment before retracting it.

Growling, Crosshair flips your positions, pinning you beneath him and taking a moment to meet your shocked face with a smirk of his own before he takes advantage of your open mouth with his own tongue, eliciting a moan from both of you. His hands travel to your hips while you dig your nails into each of his biceps, earning you another growl.

You let out a whine as his lips leave yours, only to gasp as Crosshair begins lavishing your neck. He kisses down your throat, only to lick up the same strip of skin. Finding the sensitive spot just below your ear he sucks slightly, pulling another moan from you that causes him to chuckle, his stubble scratching slightly against your earlobe. Kissing along your jaw, he dips his head to nip at the base of your neck, soothing each small bite with his tongue. Before long, you can’t take it anymore and pull his lips back onto yours.

After a few more seconds, you each have to pull away, gulping down air. Lifting your head to meet his eyes, a smile starts to form on your face, mirrored on Corsshair’s own. A giggle erupts from your chest as you lean your foreheads against one another. With a dry chuckle, Crosshair pulls away from you and stands, offering you his hand which you gladly take.

Once standing, Crosshair stares at you for a moment before speaking in that spine tingling voice of his, “In case that was not enough of an answer, mesh’la, I will reiterate.” He grins cheekily and you have to look down as you blush at the Mando'an pet name. That is when he takes his finger and raises your chin to him, making sure you are looking him in the eyes for the next thing he says.

“Yes, cyar'ika, I care about you. More than I can probably admit now or ever. I followed you because I was worried and because I wanted to. Because I wanted to be there for you. Because,” his voice drops an octave as he steps so that you are pressed together once again, “I want you, and everything that comes along with you.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, not as fiery and wanting as before, but instead filled with love, devotion, and promise. Pulling away to see that you fully understand what he is saying he watches as you nod, tears threatening to spill from your tired eyes.

Without another word, he reaches down and takes your hand, leading you back to the Marauder just as the first light of day begins to spread its fingers into the sky.

And if the others notice you snuggled up and sleeping soundly for the first time in weeks against Crosshair’s chest, or if they notice the sniper’s normally expressionless face set in a grin while asleep, no one says anything. Or at least not yet.

For now, they let you rest.

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