1 comments/ 36631 views/ 7 favorites Just For Kix By: shereshoy It took Ahsoka a moment or two to realize who was kissing her. It took even a few seconds longer, for her to process where she was, or what was going on. She didn't remember how she got there, but she was sitting at a table in an unfamiliar room. Her legs were spread open, straddling the bench beneath her and Kix was kissing her. He had her jaw cupped in both of his large, rough hands, and Ahsoka struggled to cope with the intensity of his tongue. The clone medic was quite thorough in his exploration of her mouth; she tentatively kissed him back and tasted alcohol on his warm lips. The newly-minted Jedi Knight tried to lift her hands, but was startled to realize that a firm grip held her elbows against her side. Ahsoka suddenly realized that it wasn't just her and Kix at the table - her back was pressed tightly against a broad, warm, muscular chest. A pair of hands held her arms against the body behind her and kept her from reacting to anything Kix was doing. The restraint oddly excited her. Confused - but not alarmed - Ahsoka continued to kiss Kix, while searching for the identity of the man behind her. She didn't need to break the kiss, or turn her head, or look at his face. She merely shifted her attention and considered his signature imprint in the Force; Ahsoka immediately recognized him. Hardcase. She moaned into Kix's mouth, as she became acutely aware of Hardcase's breath brushing against her neck. The medic slowly took her bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled back from their kiss. He nibbled her teasingly, before lifting his head and meeting her half-lowered gaze. Kix grinned and Hardcase nuzzled the soft spot between her neck and collarbone; his day's worth of stubble rubbed roughly against her skin and Ahsoka practically tingled from the sensation. "What are we doing?"Â the young Jedi managed to find her voice, but it didn't sound particularly authoritative, not even to her hearing. Her voice sounded properly breathless and she realized with a bright flush of heat, that Kix had her unmistakably aroused. Or, rather, Kix and Hardcase, since she was finding it hard to concentrate with another man's body pressed firmly against her, holding her down against the mercy of his brother's whims. "Shhhh," Kix reached up and touched her lips with a gloved finger. "We're celebrating," Hardcase mumbled into her shoulder; his voice hummed through his chest and warmed Ahsoka's back. "Celebrating?" Ahsoka blinked and tried to focus. It was hard to do, though, with Kix's other hand absently fingering the curve of her belt along her hip. She licked her lips and tasted alcohol there as well - she suddenly wasn't certain if the taste was from Kix's tongue or her own. "You promotion, remember?" Kix turned his head slightly and reached for a clear duraplast cup that had been sitting, forgotten, on the table. He saluted her with the cup; Ahsoka's sharp sense of smell caught a whiff of fermented apple. She raised an eyebrow as Kix threw the remaining shot back with casual ease. Her eyes followed the medic's hand as he put the cup back on the table and she counted two more cups sitting within easy arm's reach. Both were empty; one lay on its side, knocked over by some forgotten accident. She licked her lips again. This time, she tasted apple on her lips and Ahsoka realized, a little ruefully, that she'd been drinking as well. That explained, at least, the pleasant sensation of calm she felt in her head and the unusual warmth of her skin. She'd never drank before, but she'd heard stories before of what happened when a Togruta imbibed. Alcohol made her species physically hypersensitive; as a result, they didn't generally tend to drink with others outside of their closest relations. She could understand why. Just the touch of Hardcase's steady breath against her skin was whittling her self-control into absolutely nothing. It was a dangerously heady feeling and Ahsoka knew they were breaking about a dozen rules already, and flirting heavily with the potentiality of breaking several dozen more. She also didn't care. "Sorry 'bout the alcohol, by the way, General," Hardcase mumbled against her right lekku and Ahsoka squeezed her eyes shut in a random wave of pleasure. "It was s'posed to be Endrolian ground-apple juice, but I think Kix managed to find the one jug that's been in storage too long." It took Ahsoka a few seconds to process what Hardcase was saying - she was completely distracted by the vibrations of his voice against her sensitive lekku - but, she managed to piece his meaning together. Endrolian ground-apple juice was a favorite of hers, so it made sense that Kix would liberate a jug from galley storage on her behalf. Unfortunately, Endrolian ground-apple juice would ferment into a hard liquor, if left to itself for too long. Her mind swam and she absently considered Hardcase's choice of title. "General?" Ahsoka wondered, momentarily confused. Kix chuckled - the sound was dark and throaty. It did funny things to her stomach. His hands slowly traveled the length of her side, just underneath her arms, which were still held in Hardcase's unforgiving grasp. "You passed your Trials this morning. The 501st threw you a get-together earlier this evening, but I guess everyone's gone to bed now. Except for the three of us...General," Kix's voice was low and held the promise of forbidden things. Ahsoka opened her eyes and met the medic's gaze. There was lust in his brown eyes, but also pride, joy, respect. He enjoyed calling her 'General'; he felt that she deserved it and the young Jedi suddenly felt certain of herself, of her place in the 501st. Though, she hadn't ever been aware of Kix's sexual desire - not towards her, anyway - and she felt the stripes on her headtails deepen in a blush. "Where are we?" she averted her eyes, momentarily flustered, and glanced around the room. "One of the common rooms in the Coruscanti barracks," Hardcase answered for her; his voice still brushed pleasantly against her lekku and Ahsoka sighed softly. "What if someone walks in on us?" she wondered as Kix's fingers brushed against the swell of her breasts. She didn't fight his touch, or Hardcase's intimate closeness. In fact, she welcomed both and didn't question it. The alcohol lowered her inhibitions, made her feel good, and she enjoyed the attention of both men. Her men. This wasn't a situation she had ever imagined for herself, or had ever expected, but it felt right. She'd learned, long before now, not to fight what little bits of joy she managed to find. The Wars had robbed her - had robbed them all - of intimacy, closeness, affection. Surely, the Force wouldn't be thrown out of balance, if she allowed her men a little pleasure, a brief respite. And in a strange way, she felt she deserved it, too - just a few moments of stolen affection, before she had to shoulder the responsibilities of her knighthood for good. "Don't worry about that, sir," Kix just grinned at her - his teeth flashed bright in the room's mellow light. "We're safe." She didn't ask why he was so sure, she simply accepted his word on a faith born from shared battle and blood. Kix had pulled her out of wreckage and patched her up too many times to count; Hardcase had shielded her from blasts countless times, always at his own risk, without thought. Ahsoka just closed her eyes and let her medic kiss her, again, as his brother held her close. Kix's rough hands fondled her breasts as they kissed and Ahsoka moaned softly into his mouth. The cloth of her form-fitting tunic slipped sensuously over her over-sensitive skin and she could feel her nipples hardening under Kix's insistent touch. She unconsciously arched her back, pushing her small, firm breasts more fully into Kix's palms and pulling slightly against Hardcase's grip. Hardcase's hands stayed firm and Kix's touch just hardened. Hardcase buried his face in the crook of her neck and his chest rose hard and heavy against her back. Kix pinched her nipples with skilled fingers and rolled them both between forefinger and thumb. His movements had turned rough and Ahsoka gasped from the slight pain that shot toward her groin, as he tugged sharply on her nipples through her tunic. "Let me know if I get too rough, sir," Kix muttered against her lips as he broke their kiss. Ahsoka was practically incapable of speech at this point, so she just made a soft, whining sort of noise in the back of her throat and watched as Kix scooted back on the bench and lowered his head. His hands settled heavy against her hips and his lips latched onto one of her nipples. He teased the hardened nub with his teeth and Ahsoka cried out in sheer pleasure as Hardcase rubbed his unshaven cheek against the smooth curve of one of her lekku. Warmth from the mixture of mild pain and heady pleasure, flooded her groin. Ahsoka's whole body felt hot, swollen, heavy and she leaned back against Hardcase, her mouth open as she panted with newly awakened need. Kix alternated his attention from one breast to the other; each time he lifted his mouth, the cool air of the room brushed against the wet cloth of her tunic and tightened her nipples even harder. Ahsoka gritted her teeth each time against the torturous sensations and her body squirmed unconsciously against Hardcase's unforgiving body. "Play with her lekku," Kix lifted his head from her chest, just long enough to look past her at Hardcase, who was still nuzzling his cheek against her. The unmistakable tone of a command surprised Ahsoka and she searched Kix's face as he watched his brother obey. She'd never heard another trooper talk that way to another - at least, not without rank to back him up. But, Kix was a medic and proud of his unique position in the ranks. When the blasters were firing and men were down, he outranked even a Jedi general - a medic's words and actions were often the difference between life and death, and only an idiot would challenge him. Hardcase bit back a groan, as he took both of Ahsoka's wrists in one large hand. The other tentatively touched the tip of her long, fully-matured lekku and her eyes rolled almost instantly toward the back of her head. Emboldened by the way her head dropped back against his shoulder and the way her body went limp against him, Hardcase curled his fingers around her lekku in a loose fist and slowly stroked the length of her headtail. Lekku were an incredible erogenous zone - one that Ahsoka hadn't dared explore before now. She now understood, though, why Masters like Shaak Ti or Aalya Secura didn't like others touching their head. The sensations racing through her body, from the tip of her montrals to the tip of her curling toes, were raw, wild, and uncontrollable. This was not something one shared with just anybody; it was a Togruta's own secret, to be shared only with her lovers. Lovers... Was that what Kix and Hardcase were becoming? Ahsoka's thoughts fragmented instantly, as another hand stroked the length of her other lekku. Her wrists were still being held firmly between Hardcase's thick fingers, so it had to have been Kix's hand that now mapped a meandering path along her other lekku. Ahsoka didn't even bother opening her eyes; she shuddered under the sensational knowledge that two men were touching her lekku and stroking her toward a puzzling brink. Kix kissed her open mouth, pulling her bottom lip back between his teeth. Teeth nipped her throat, as Hardcase finally allowed himself to follow his brother's lead. One hand held her, two hands stroked her, one hand slipped boldly up her thigh and underneath the hem of her tunic. Ahsoka dimly realized that she was soaking wet between her legs. The electric sensations from her lekku seemed directly connected to her clit and she nearly cried with relief when Kix's thumb flicked experimentally across her center. Then, without warming, the pad of his thumb pressed down hard, rubbing her clit firmly, despite the layers of cloth between their skin. Their hands moved faster over her lekku, their touch hardening roughly. Hardcase moved his mouth down lower and bit her shoulder, his teeth nipping through her tunic's soft fabric. Kix cupped her pussy and moved his fingers with all the certainty of a man who was more than familiar with female anatomy. And Ahsoka's nearly feral scream of release echoed against the walls. She jerked hard against Hardcase's hand and arm, but her human restraint just tightened his grip. Her body convulsed, the waves of her pleasure almost bordering on pain. Kix made a deep-throated noise of masculine approval and his kiss hardened possessively. Not a single one of them heard the door to the common room slide open in a familiar click. It wasn't until the sound of boots against the duracrete floor announced the arrival of a intruder, that Kix jerked away from Ahsoka and Hardcase's body stiffened underneath her. "Captain, sir!" Ahsoka's eyes snapped open and her fuddled mind tried to make sense of what was happening. Pleasure still moved slowly through her, tingling in her extremities and flushing her montrals a deep blue. She blinked, trying to salvage some sense of dignity, when she recognized Rex's stern, chiseled face. "As you were," Rex narrowed his eyes just slightly and waved his hand dismissively toward them, as Kix tried to find his feet. Stunned - and more than a little wary - Kix sat back down. He glanced uncertainly at Hardcase, then at Ahsoka, though his eyes deepened sensuously at the sight of her still-breathless body. Rex's eyes had deepened, too, though the expression was wilder, somehow, for him. Ahsoka couldn't tear her gaze away from him, as he stepped closer and reached out to take her chin in his gloved hand. His touch was authoritative, but surprisingly gentle; she blushed a brighter orange as his eyes took their time traveling down the length of her wantonly presented body. The young Togruta became achingly aware of the wet cloth around her hardened nipples, where Kix's mouth had teased her. The hem of her tunic had been pushed up over her thighs and she knew that the crotch of her black leggings were wet with the rush of her release. She could smell her arousal - thick, dark, and sweet - and she knew by the subtle flaring of Rex's nose, that he smelled it, too. Hardcase shifted uncomfortably behind her and Ahsoka realized that, by taking her wrists in one hand, he had pushed her breasts up and out. Her skin was flushed, her lips were swollen, and as a hunter herself, she recognized the predatory gleam that flashed through Rex's dark eyes. He didn't touch her, though; he ran his thumb against the curve of her jaw for a moment and then let her go. "Carry on," Rex's words lodged her heart in her throat as he stepped casually away from them. "It's my turn, though, when you two are done with her." Both Hardcase and Kix made a sound, as if they'd been holding their breath. Ahsoka could barely believe what Rex was saying - what he was doing. The Captain just strolled to an armchair that was behind Kix and turned it around so that it was facing the table. His every movement was sexy in its nonchalance; Rex sat down, stretched on leg out in front of him, put one boot up on the edge of the bench behind Kix, and folded his hands across his armored stomach. His eyes never left hers, though, and the look on his face was enough to make Ahsoka beg. She gathered enough of her senses together, though, and touched him tentatively through the Force. The feelings she found there, shocked her. Rex lusted for her, as certainly as his brothers. But, his was less playful; it was sobering in its intensity. And there was a sense of satisfaction, of entitlement, to his decision to allow things to continue between her and his brothers. He was going to enjoy watching her and he was going to enjoy taking her afterwards. There was a sense of deep longing in him - the sense that he had waited a long time for this and that he was going to enjoy everything he could take from it. From her. Ahsoka suddenly realized what set Rex's intensity apart from the others. Kix and Hardcase had decided to play with her on a whim, probably encouraged by the alcohol and the closeness of their friendship. But, Rex had wanted her for a long time and had waited patiently for her. This was more than a sexual fantasy for him - this was just due. Her focus on Rex was derailed, though, when she felt something cool and hard slide up along the length of her thigh. Startled, she looked down and saw a knife in Kix's steady hand. Too shocked to speak, she merely watched as the slim blade sliced neatly through her black leggings. "Sorry, sir," Kix caught her eye and a suitably apologetic look crossed his face. He didn't stop what he was doing, though, until the blade reached the top of her hip. He carefully set the knife down on the floor and then leaned forward, both of his strong hands taking the cut edges of her leggings. With a skill born from his profession, Kix pulled his hands apart and her leggings ripped clear across her crotch. He then reached down, slowly, and picked his knife up again. Ahsoka just watched mutely, her eyes wide. A part of her wanted to protest over the almost-careless destruction of her clothing. But, a larger part of her didn't care. Watching the knife slide across her skin, trusting Kix not to cut her, had a powerful effect on her desire. She gasped as the flat, smooth edge of the knife slipped against her pelvis, underneath her panties, and Kix turned the handle slowly in his hand. With a calculated flick of his wrist, the knife tore neatly through the thin cloth and cool air brushed against her swollen center. Kix's eyes never left her face, as he twisted at the waist to set his knife down on top of the table. Ahsoka suddenly realized that both he and Hardcase were unarmored from the waist up. The black bodysuit stretched tightly over the muscles in Kix's brawny chest and Ahsoka wondered absently what it would feel like to press her breasts against the medic's hard body. Hardcase fumbled behind her, his hand brushing against her lower back. Something clattered to the floor a few minutes later and Ahsoka glanced down to see an unmistakably curved piece of armor laying on its side on the gray-painted floor. Her cheeks burned with the realization that what she now felt pressing hard against her lower back, wasn't Hardcase's hand. His hands were cupped around the inside of her thighs instead and he pulled her up slightly from the bench. Kix's hands took a hold of her knees and together, the two men straddled her across Hardcase's lap. Ahsoka whimpered as Kix hooked her legs over the hard width of Hardcase's thighs. Her ass nestled perfectly against the trooper's groin and she could feel the heat of Hardcase's body brush against the underside of her smooth pussy. Kix paused just long enough to pull his gloves off and then abruptly shoved one of his fingers into her. Ahsoka squealed in surprise and squirmed against Hardcase; he groaned against her shoulder and ground his hips back into her, his arousal unmistakable. Her muscles clenched and spasmed around Kix's finger, as he settled into a slow, easy tempo. She whimpered wordlessly, bit her lip, and gasped, as he stroked her firmly. She rocked her hips in time with his hand and tried to arch back against Hardcase, in the hope of drawing Kix's finger deeper. Hardcase responded by peppering her neck with alternating bites and full-mouthed kisses; she knew that she'd have marks to show in the morning. "More..." she managed to moan, as Kix remained relentless in his one-fingered rhythm. "You're tight, sir," Kix whispered and hid a grin against her heavy lekku. His next words were almost tender, an odd juxtaposition against the dominating thrusts of his finger and the eager hardness of Hardcase's body. Just For Kix "Trust me," Kix's words brushed softly against her cheek and Ahsoka shivered. It took a considerable act of will to relax her tense muscles. Her body shook with the effort, but she forced herself to show that she trusted him. She trusted all of them. She always had. She always would. She leaned her body into Hardcase and tried to steady her breathing. Kix stroked her, his tempo slowly pulling her toward another peak of pleasure. Then, so smoothly that she almost didn't realize it, he added a second finger and opened her a little wider. She moaned at the feeling of fullness; his thick fingers stretched her muscles and she felt every ridge on his knuckles as he pushed deeper into her. She suddenly struggled against Hardcase, desperate to touch Kix, to run her hands over the Aurebesh tattoo on the side of his head, to run her fingers across the mouth-watering ridges of his chest. She eyes fluttered over toward Rex and was mildly shocked to see that he'd removed his groin armor as well and was slowly palming himself through the smooth fabric of his bodysuit. His eyes locked onto hers and Ahsoka bit her lip to stop a low moan. "Kix," Hardcase growled against her shoulder. "I can't take much more of this," the words were gritted through clenched teeth. Kix's fingers stopped and he cupped her in his hand. His fingers rested still, inside of her, but he didn't move them and she panted with the need he'd fired up deep inside her body. The medic leaned forward and tenderly kissed her cheek; Ahsoka mewled softly in protest. "You'd be Hardcase's first, sir," Kix's words - and their implication - surprised her. For a moment, Ahsoka's eyes went back to Rex. He merely narrowed his eyes and nodded, once, in silent permission. The young Jedi wondered, for a moment, why she felt she needed her lower-ranking officer's permission to do anything, but it had felt right. It wasn't the first time she'd sought Rex's approval; even as a general, it wouldn't be her last. She turned her attention back to Kix, who still held her in his hand. She was a little surprised by the turn of circumstances - in the back of her head, she'd expected the medic to take her first. He had been the bolder of the two, but now Hardcase's reluctance seemed obvious. He'd been following Kix's lead, unsure of what to do, except as he was told. Even now, Hardcase was as still as the rest of them, uncertain. It was strange, to sense such uncertainty from her brave troops. She'd seen Hardcase run head-long into a line of droids without a second thought; she'd fought side-by-side with him for almost over two years; she'd seen him confident and unquestioning in the line of fire. His sudden hesitancy touched her. She nodded, just once, and arched her back as she twisted her body as best she could to turn her face toward Hardcase. "Kiss me," she didn't mean to order him, but the tone came naturally by now. And Hardcase responded immediately, without question. He moved his face so her lips could reach him; their kiss was light, sweet, and fleeting. She touched his lips with her tongue and he tasted like sour apple and spice. He opened his mouth to her and she leaned back as far as she could, her body supple and flexible enough to deepen the kiss. Kix's fingers had started thrusting into her again - they kept time with her kiss, slow and gentle. Then, they were gone and Hardcase's body suddenly stiffened as he gasped against Ahsoka's mouth. "Kix..." he growled, the word something between a plea and a curse. Confused, Ahsoka turned back around and looked down. Her eyes grew wide as she saw that Kix had removed his hand from her, just to open Hardcase's bodysuit and pull him free. The medic's hand moved smoothly up and down Hardcase's cock with a certainty that begged quite a lot of questions - Ahsoka just stared, fascinated and she touched them tentatively through the Force. They were both enjoying it and there wasn't even a hint of shock, disgust, or shame in their feelings. Ahsoka blushed as she realized that this definitely was not the first time Kix had touched Hardcase this way, or vice versa. They knew each other, knew each other's bodies, knew how to give each other pleasure. Females were the strangers to them - though, less so to Kix than to Hardcase. Hardcase was almost terrified of females - uncertain, painfully self-conscious, confused by his attraction. The familiar touch of Kix's hand seemed to embolden him, though, and Hardcase put his hands on Ahsoka's hips and pulled her up briefly against his body. Kix held Hardcase steady as his brother guided her down onto his lap. Ahsoka moaned, the sound low and uncivilized, as the tip of Hardcase's thick cock pushed slowly into her. Kix moved his hand, his fingers trailing up the length of Hardcase's cock and then across the folds of Ahsoka's pussy as he moved toward her clit. Ahsoka expected Kix to continue touching her, but what he did next surprised her. Hardcase's heavy groan filled the room as he finally pushed all of himself into her; he throbbed, hard and long, inside of her and his thickness spread her open even further to Kix's gaze. The medic slid his body down the length of the bench, until his knees came almost parallel with Rex's boot. He lowered his stomach onto the bench, reached out to grab Ahsoka's hips, and brought his face toward her crotch. Ahsoka gasped and squirmed against Hardcase, who gasped and tightened his grasp against her. Kix slowly ran his tongue from the base of Hardcase's cock, to the tip of her clit, following the path his finger had traced just moments before. Both Ahsoka and Hardcase moaned against the feel of Kix's warm, supple tongue. Ahsoka's mind reeled, rebelling slightly against a reality she had never even imagined before. Her eyes slammed shut as Kix buried his nose against the sensitive tip of her pussy, as Hardcase rocked his hips underneath her and moved his cock slowly inside of her. Her eyes fluttered open, confused, as another moan mingled with hers and Hardcase's - she looked over toward Rex, to see him cupping his bared balls in one hand and his own naked cock with the other. The clarity of the moment dissolved into a jumble of emotions, lust, sensations, cries, and pheromones. Hardcase pinned her arms to his side as he wrapped his own arms below her breasts and bounced her roughly up and down against his cock. Kix barely had to move his head as the two moved underneath his tongue; he lapped hungrily at Ahsoka's slick clit, at Hardcase's tightening balls. Ahsoka found her gaze alternating between the sight of her breasts bouncing against Hardcase's armored arm, to the sight of Kix's closely-shaved head between her thighs, and to the sight of Rex taking his own pleasure into his hands. None of them lasted long - Hardcase was too new to the feel of a female's body and Ahsoka could feel, through senses suddenly and almost painfully opened in the Force, as his release spiraled steadily closer to the surface. His pace was rough, unforgiving, and satisfyingly dominant, as he lost his uncertainty in the reality of their lust. He was long enough to reach her cervix and Ahsoka practically screamed each time he pounded brutally against her. The achingly wonderful pain of Hardcase's rhythm was offset by the softness of Kix's tongue. Ahsoka's clit hardened in response and she was surprised to find that the knowledge of him pleasuring Hardcase as well, lent itself to a powerful mental arousal. Hardcase stretched her taunt and full and Kix's tongue barely had to touch her, to send powerful waves of pleasure through her groin, her breasts, her nipples, her lekku. The medic was a wonder with his mouth, as skilled with his tongue as with his hands. He played with Ahsoka and Hardcase both, using his tongue to enhance their passions, but not to take away from the pleasure they were giving each other. Ahsoka hovered on the edge of her release from almost the moment Kix lowered his mouth to her clit; he kept her there with skill, teasing her, but never pushing her past the brink. Rex, too, seemed to be waiting for the inevitable. He held himself firmly, his strokes hard, rough, to-the-point. His eyes watched the scene unfolding in front of him with an insatiable sort of hunger and Ahsoka felt herself aching for him, even as Hardcase filled her to the point of pain. She could feel, through the Force, that Rex was dancing on the edge of his own release as well, but he was waiting for her. The knowledge of that nearly sent her over the edge and her muscles tightened dangerously around Hardcase's pounding cock. Pain flashed bright against her senses, as Hardcase bit - hard - into her shoulder. His body bucked and spasmed beneath her and she could feel him emptying inside of her. Ahsoka didn't know if it was the Force, or her heightened Togruta sensitivity, or just her imagination, but she could feel Hardcase's warmth spill into her. He came, hard, his body shaking with the force of his release. The sensation of his body, his warmth, and his pain, finally pushed Ahsoka over into her own release. Kix hardened his tongue against her as she threw her head back and keened. Another, deeper groaning growl mingled with theirs and Ahsoka didn't need to look, to know that Rex had come as well. Both her and Hardcase grunted and gasped, their bodies bucking wildly against each other and Kix's face. Warmth flooded between Ahsoka's thighs and she panted heavily as she slowly spiraled down from her high. Her body jerked, little mewls dragged from her lips, as Kix lapped at the juices that spilled over his tongue. Ahsoka's body settled into a warm, pleasant haze of pleasure, as Kix licked her clean. When Hardcase finally shifted and pulled himself out of her, she felt pleasantly empty and spent. She watched, almost thoughtfully, as Kix slowly licked their mingled cum off of Hardcase's cock. The chest behind her back rose and fell heavily, her trooper's breath still heavy against her throat as he rested his forehead against her shoulder. A shadow fell over them and she looked up to see Rex standing there, a peculiar, pointed expression on his face. Their eyes locked and she watched as he slowly held his bare hand out to her; his fingers were sticky and his intent was clear. A blush darkened Ahsoka's cheeks as she obediently leaned forward and took his forefinger and middle finger into her mouth. Kix rested his head against her thigh, and she knew both he and Hardcase were watching as she licked their Captain's hand. The taste of Rex's release was warm, salty, and faintly sweet; Ahsoka decided rather quickly that she liked it and didn't complain when he gently forced her to suck each finger until it was clean. Rex never shifted her gaze from her face, nor hers from his. The lust in his eyes told her that this was just a short reprieve, a brief pause before he made good on his word. He cupped her chin after she was done licking him and tilted her head up for a kiss. It was demanding and thorough - the taste and feel of his mouth was completely different from either Hardcase or Kix. Ahsoka was breathless again, as Rex leaned back and ordered his soldiers in the low, no-nonsense voice that she'd heard a thousand times before on a thousand battlefields. "Hold her down, you two. It's my turn." + + + + + Ahsoka woke up suddenly and immediately rolled over to moan into her pillow. She'd wandered - inadvertently - into one of Kix's kinky dreams. Again. *I really need to stop this*, she thought and resisted the urge to lift her head and smack her forehead into the wall. *This is becoming waaaay too habit-forming.* And worst of all, she knew Kix knew. It was becoming increasingly difficult to look at him in the galley at breakfast every morning. She didn't know why she always found herself wandering into Kix's dreams - maybe it was because he was the most open of all the troops. Maybe it was because his dreams were always the most imaginative. Maybe it was because he seemed able to pick up on her cues, even in dreams, and turn them on her in surprisingly inventive ways. She had to wonder now, about him and Hardcase, though. *Really*? she tried to distract herself from what was really bothering her, by remembering the way Kix had pleasured his brother with all-too-familiar ease. But, distractions didn't last for long. Her mind wondered to Rex and she realized - with another groan - that even after such an amazingly satisfactory dream, she was still left wanting. She wanted the stoic Captain - even Kix could tell. So, it begged the question, why couldn't she find the courage to approach Rex? Why didn't he approach her? Then, it hit her. He'd already approached her. In the dream. It had ended so suddenly, when it did, because, somehow, Rex's dream had joined with Kix's, with hers. She hadn't been able to "find out what happened next", because Kix's dream had ended. And she hadn't been aware enough to step over into Rex's dreams. Ahsoka moaned and buried her face in her pillow with a theatrical face-plant. *Ugh! I'm such an idiot!* Her body ached, her underlying lust unsatisfied. She wasn't going back to sleep any time soon and by the time she did, there was no guarantee Rex would still be dreaming. Or, even, dreaming the same dream. *Guess I missed my chance*, she finally rolled over on her back and huffed. *Might as well go for broke, I guess.* Her hands drifted slowly down the tight muscles of her toned stomach. She slept naked most nights, especially when she knew she wasn't going to be disturbed. She glanced at the chrono by her bed - it was just after midnight. The barracks was sound asleep - Kix's dream was a testimony to that - and she was alone in the room she had insisted on having. She was a general, now, in command of a whole battalion. The Council decided to leave her with the 501st, though, she suspected it was because they wanted someone there to keep an eye and calming influence on her more-than-unstable Master. Most Jedi stayed in the Temple. But she knew some who chose to stay with their men. She chose to stay with her men, in the barracks, where they could find her if they needed her. Her fingers slipped a little lower and she closed her with with a sigh as she slowly circled her aching clit. Something moved in the darkness and her eyes slammed open. She had just enough time to reach for her lightsaber, when a strong hand curled around her wrist and the familiarity of the presence looming over her made her gasp. "Need a hand with that, General?" Rex's voice was just as low and sexy as it had been in her dream. *Dream...?* "Rex?" Ahsoka squeaked, not really caring how undignified she sounded. *How did he get in here? When did he get in here?* "Is this another dream?" she asked, uncertain, as he swung a leg over her and the bed dipped underneath the settling of his weight. "Does it feel like a dream?" Rex practically purred as he hovered over her and slipped two fingers smoothly into her. Ahsoka cried out in instant pleasure and arched her back. Rex stroked her, his rhythm far more demanding that Kix's had ever been. His touch was persistent, greedy, demanding, and very warmly welcomed. Her head rolled back onto her pillow with a moan. "I asked you a question, sir," Rex spoke with proper courtesy, but his tone was usurping; she blushed and gasped helplessly underneath his hands. "No," she whispered breathlessly. "No, what?" her second-in-command leaned down and brushed his lips suggestively over hers. "No, it doesn't feel like a dream," her breath hitched as he slipped his thumb over her clit. Rex just chuckled, his words dark and sexy against her slightly parted mouth. "Good girl. Remind me to thank Kix in the morning..."