Fixer Upper
Summary: Ahsoka gets injured on a scouting mission, and General Hera Syndulla comes to save the day. It's kind of nsfw towards the end, but not really. You've been warned, though.
This wasn't part of the plan.
None of this was part of the fucking plan.
Ahsoka threw her head back against the boulder she was resting against and winched; holding her ankle and cursing that damn hole she stepped in. Fucking loth gophers and their digging insistently. Ahsoka should have seen it coming. She had the force for goodness sake.
But she had been distracted.
"Ahsoka? Are you there?"
"I'm here, yes." Ahsoka sighed sharply. She didn't want to tell Hera that she had been distracted by her laugh of all things, as they chatted on Ahsoka's way back to the Ghost.
"Did you manage to get the Intel?"
"Yes." Ahsoka replied. "Just barely." She added under her breath.
"What was that? I'm coming to pick you up." Hera said over the comm." There was a brief pause. "I see you Ahsoka. Are you okay?"
"I twisted my ankle. I'm fine." Ahsoka admitted. She heard Hera's hmm" of disappointment and added, "I'm alright Hera."
"Can you walk?"
"Well...no..."
"Then you're not okay." Ahsoka watched as Hera landed the Ghost nearby, and as she walked off; coming towards her. "Ahsoka?"
"Hera please don't worry." Ahsoka says as Hera kneels down next to her. "I just need a few minutes."
"You need medical attention." She moves closer, and Ahsoka presses herself back against the rock before she feels Hera's hands, one against her back and the other under her legs, pick her up bridal style before she can react.
"Wait, Hera?!" Ahsoka's voice went higher then normal, and she grabbed Hera's shoulders as she was lifted into her arms, and Hera paused, smirking; amused at the complete look of shock on Ahsoka's face.
"Sorry Master Jedi, but I'll take things from here. I hope you don't mind." Hera responded evenly, in a tone that left little room to argue.
Ahsoka blushed, and clamped her mouth shut. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. She knew Hera was strong, but this was unexpected.
"I'll get you back to the Ghost and fix you up." Hera explained softly as they started walking. Ahsoka shifted in her arms and met Hera's gaze as her hand accidently brushed one of her lekku.
"Sorry Hera-"
"It's okay -" Hera sounded breathless and turned away; trying to focus on the ship ahead of them. "You know, I shouldn't be surprised this happened. Considering how often you charge ahead."
Ahsoka sighed. "You know-"
Hera frowned at her. "Don't argue with me Ahsoka."
Ahsoka smirked. "What are you gonna do General? Demote me?"
"No. There are better punishments than that, Ahsoka." Hera replied lowly as she walked up the ramp to the Ghost. It took Ahsoka a few seconds to realise they were headed for Hera's room, not the medical wing. She sighed into the bed as Hera placed her down and watched as she turned away to grab a first aide kit.
"Hera I can take it from here."
"Just lay down and let me take care of you."
Ahsoka sighed and allowed Hera to wrap her ankle. Not too tight, but tight enough to keep the swelling down. She didn't move as Hera reached up and helped her out of her poncho, but glanced at her as Hera sat down, the bed sinking under their combined weight.
"Thank you Hera."
"You're welcome. It's nice to be taken care of, isn't it?" Hera gives her a gentle smile and puts her hand on Ahsoka's arm. Ahsoka reaches up and puts a hand on Hera's lower back, gently drawing circles with her thumb where Hera feels tense, and sees her visibly relax.
"It is. Only if you allow me to return the favor." Ahsoka replies. She ignores the pain in her ankle as she shifts up towards Hera to pull her down on top of her. Hera cups Ahsoka's cheek as she lays on top of her, and tilts her head.
"Hmmm do we really have enough time for that?"
"You're the general. Make time." Ahsoka demands, and Hera kisses her quickly before shifting up so she can straddle her, grabbing Ahsoka's arms to pin them above her head.
She doesn't need to be a Jedi to see Ahsoka's sharp in take of breath, to see her dialated pupils and the way her lips curl into a smile. Instead, Hera rolls her hips against her, making sure to hit Ahsoka just right; just enough to feel Ahsoka gasp against her lips as she kisses her again.
"Don't worry, pretty girl." Hera breaths out. "I'll always make time for you."
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