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clonemedickix · 10 months

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Mmm. The Rex Smolder. This man haunts my every thought 😈👻 And clearly I drew it, since it’s far from perfect.

I love having Rex as my OC Lara’s husband and greatest support in her life. My head cannon is that Rex is the perfect man, in everything. This little blurb from their story is actually SFW.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence / Adult content / NSFW / under 18 avert thine eyes

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) | Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types | The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien | Game of Thrones (TV)Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CT-7567 | Rex/Original Female Character(s)

Excerpt:

Lara stepped up to the punching bag, started to dance a little, got her hands up into form and went after the bag hard. She saw Rex’s face for a few punches and kicks, her mind going over some choice words she knew she’d never say. She continued beating on the bag, making it swing heavily with the force of her strikes. She enjoyed feeling the connection of fist and feet, watching the bag give with the power she drilled into it. She did a jump spin air kick, nearly knocking the bag off its hook.

“Hey careful with the equipment there! You don’t have to kill that bag.”

Lara gave out a surprised screech - nobody ever snuck up on her, yet this person had. She rounded on them with death on her face, about to beat someone’s ass. Her eyes fell on Rex. He was laughing in surprise, completely shocked that he’d scared her. Her squawk was the funniest sound he’d heard in a long time.

“DON’T do that again, if you want to continue breathing, Captain.” He could see he’d made her even angrier and held up his hands in a peace motion.

“I’m sorry I startled you. Though I’m not surprised you didn’t hear me between that racket you’ve got playing and the sound of you beating the stuffing out of the bag.” His eyes still sparkled a bit with laughter, and he gave her a little one sided smirk.

Lara took a deep breath, relaxing a bit. Maybe she wasn’t going to beat someone’s butt at the moment, but she was still annoyed that he’d gotten one up on her. That little one sided smile of his was like lit dynamite. She turned away from him to escape the power of his smirk, walking over to the sparring mat. He watched as she did some tumbling, a couple of running steps and then she was hurling her body into the air in complicated flips and twirls that he’d seen the Jedi do. For sure he couldn’t make his body do that. He wondered if she’d been teaching Dragon Company some of these moves? She incorporated it into her fighting skills, so maybe she had.

She completed one particularly complicated run and when she bounced out of the tumble, landing lightly, she finally asked “Why are you here, Captain?” She said it with irritation. She’d wanted to be alone, to work out her frustration, and yet the seeming source of said frustration had followed her in here. She looked over at him, finally deciding to meet his eyes.

For a moment, Rex just looked at her blue eyes, snapping with aggravation, a faint light shining in them giving hint to the powers within. She was breathtaking in her irritation. She was probably breathtaking covered in mud. He took a breath. “Honestly? I don’t have a good answer for that, General. I guess mostly because I heard your music and was curious what was going on in here. Especially since it sounded like something was getting beat to death.” He hadn’t looked away from her yet. “Now, I’m not so sure what I was doing. Though making you scream like that was worth the price, I think.” He gave her a rather cheeky smile.

Lara tried to be mad, but her face broke and she laughed, her smile beautiful. “Okay, I guess you have a point. I haven’t been given a good jump scare like that in a long time.” She walked over to the weapons rack, taking down a quarter staff, then removing a second one. She walked back to Rex and tossed the pole at him. “Wanna rematch?”

Rex caught the pole easily. He hadn’t come in here for any specific reason, but for sure not to spar with her. The rational part of his mind told him he was an idiot if he did this; she was going to wipe the floor with him like she had last time - probably more so now that he had payback coming for scaring her. The more emotional side of his brain was just… screaming. It was just a solid, continuous stream of noise, because he was near her, she was beautiful, and they were alone. He took off his pauldrons, arm gear and chest plate, setting them aside. He laid his pistols down next to his discarded gear, and walked to the ring. “Okay then, General. Let’s have that rematch.”

Lara’s blood was up. Her cheeks were flushed with pink, her mass of curly hair tied back in a heavy braid down her back. The tips of her pointed ears peeked through the hair and when she bowed to him, she looked at him from under her lashes. Rex’s heart was either going to stop or take off at a gallop. He returned her bow carefully, then attacked not a second later. This time he was going on the offensive. She could defend herself. He saw her eyes open in surprise, a brief look of shock that he would come on so strong, but she got her staff up to block and shoved him back. They circled each other, two dominant predators sizing the other up. Who was going to win this time?

Rex again chose to attack, spinning his body and spinning the staff over his head and then down. Lara spun away from him, going down to the ground, extending her foot to try and trip him, her staff following behind for extra power. Rex jumped to avoid it, and got his staff to the ground to block. He aimed a kick at her as she was moving away; he missed but the point was made. No prisoners today. Lara’s eyes lit up with a malicious gleam. Okay then. As she came up from the ground she sprang backwards in a flip, spun like a top as soon as she hit ground and came around with a powerful blow to Rex. He got the staff up just in time, but part of her staff caught his left bicep in a stinging smack.

He backed up a bit and she shouted at him “Quit playing, already! This isn’t a game, Captain!” She attacked again, stabbing inside his radius as a feint, then going to smack his head. Rex managed to block the first two, but didn’t see it coming when she suddenly twirled the staff and brought it in for a hard stab in the gut. Rex gasped “OOF!” and jumped back, working to recover from the blow. There was a furious, frustrated look in Lara’s eyes now, and he could see she was exorcising some personal demon in this fight. He backed from her, blocking better, then seeing an opening he suddenly spun with his whole body and the staff and managed to sweep her legs out from under her. It was a lucky strike; she was distracted by her rage.

Lara hit the mat with a thud and just lay there for a minute, arms and legs splayed, staring at the ceiling. He saw her taking big breaths to steady herself; she’d lost her temper and it had cost her her focus. Rex stepped over to her carefully; she might lash out from her supine position and continue the fight. She seemed like maybe she was done for the moment, so he extended a hand to help her up. For a moment she kept staring at the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge him, then he saw her purse her lips a bit and swung her eyes to him. She accepted his hand, letting him help pull her back up to her feet. But the hand didn’t let her go, and in fact pulled her straight to Rex, who leaned in and kissed her. He saw her eyes go wide with utter shock, staring back into his.

But she didn’t pull away. Rex let that sink in for half a second, while his lips were pressed to hers. She didn’t pull away. And dank ferrick, he didn’t want her to. He pulled her hand closer to his body, between them, and kissed her harder. She started to respond, then suddenly he felt her disengage, and step back from him, her fingers going to her lips like he’d bit her or something. She was staring at him, her expression hard to read, one hand over her mouth and the other holding her staff like a walking stick, the only power keeping her standing at the moment. She took a deep drag of air and looked away from him, past him to the wall behind him. She looked back and he saw she wanted to say something, but was afraid to.

Finally she made up her mind. “Rex, quit playing, already. I can’t… I can’t do this awful dance with you forever. It’s exhausting.”

Rex heard the meaning behind her words and looked down at the floor, nodding to her in agreement. Echo had cornered him outside the mess hall, told him he needed to find Lara. He’d told Rex the same message, using different words. He’d clapped Rex on the shoulder and said “The two of you were meant for each other. You need to stop lying to yourself and go get her. Our lives are short enough as it is, for you to blow your chance at something this big.” Then he’d turned and walked away. He’d felt like Echo had sucker punched him for a moment, but then thought about it. Cody, Fives, and now Echo had all said the same thing. While they were on deployment, General Skywalker had kept beating around the bush talking about how some people were meant to be together and such. He realized now, he’d been talking about himself and Lara, not General Skywalker and Senator Amidala. And that was coming from his superior, recognizing that sometimes, rules were more … guidelines. He knew, in his heart, he’d ended up in this training room with her for a reason.

“I’m not here for games, General. I… came in here for you. I came to tell you…” He stopped, unsure of the words about to come out of his mouth. He felt a surging of emotion but couldn’t exactly figure out how to express it.

“Came to tell me? What, exactly?” Lara was holding herself still, frozen in place, about two feet away from him. He could see she was torn, standing in the middle ground without cover, not sure if she should run for shelter or reach for him.

“I came to tell you I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t breathe when I’m near you and I can’t function when I’m not. I didn’t know I needed something - someone - so badly until I saw you on that field on Teth. I need you. Lara.” He’d said all those wonderful things to the toes of her boots, while she stood listening to him, watching his face. But when he spoke her name for the first time, he met her eyes, and the connection was palpable. It was like their very breath echoed in the sudden vacuum of sound, everything became very crystalline and sharp.

Rex took a step toward her, and the sound of his footstep on the mat echoed like a kettle drum in her ears. He reached out his left hand, down to where her right hand hung by her side, and took it in his own, studying the delicate fingers, running his thumb over the knuckles. Then he looked into her eyes. “Ive been an idiot, pushing you away. I don’t want to push you away anymore.”

“I don’t… what?….” Lara took a few steadying breaths, feeling all of her self-control fleeing from her as she looked into his liquid brown eyes. Was this really happening? Was she really going to throw all of her carefully made walls down at this man’s feet? In this vacuum of sensation, she could hear the rush of blood though her veins, the thud of her heart beat. It seemed time stretched out to eternity. “What do you mean, Rex?” She finally whispered, as he inched even closer to her.

“This.” And he leaned in, kissing her again, dropping her hand to put his hand around her waist, pulling her to him possessively. He saw she didn’t immediately reach for him, her left hand squeezing the quarter staff like a lifeline in a high wind, and the right hand up as if to deflect a blow. Rex dropped his staff and reached to take hers from her gently, letting it drop to the mat as well. His right hand free now, he reached up to touch the side of her face, the tip of her left ear, then slid his fingers in her deep, heavy curls, pulling her face to his.

He felt her suddenly let go, of all her doubt, of all her fear, she released it and seemingly jumped to him off a high cliff. She put both hands up to his face, gently feeling his cheek bones beneath her fingers, then wrapped one arm around his neck, while the other smoothed along his head, to the back, joining her other arm. She clung to him as he kissed her; holding in her arms something she had given up on finding in her long life. The love she’d been promised so many eons ago, when sent forth from her peaceful stasis, married off like a broodmare only to watch her family dissolve into the river of time. She’d been told she would find her match one day, that it would come to her unexpected, that she would know it out of all others, undeniably. The entirety of the future of the universe would be written by the power of the love meant for her. This man, holding her to him, out of all others, was the destination she was always meant to reach. The strange but overpowering connection they’d both felt when they’d met had been the bonds of a fate written for them, long before Rex had ever been created by the Kaminoans.

Rex felt centered in his self now, holding her to him. His soul raged at him for having denied this for so long. He felt whole, when he’d never realized he was missing anything before. He felt like he’d found his orbit finally, the sun finally shining on his dark world. He pulled away from his kiss to look at her, just to study her face, her eyes. He brushed her hair back from her brow a bit, and then he pulled her in to simply hold her to him. She laid her head on his shoulder with a sigh. They had both come home, reaching out and finding each other in the turbulence of life.

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