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Slip Up ~ Hardcase x Reader

Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: NSFW, smut, shower sex, biting, accidental creampie, no birth control, fluff, playful banter, mischief, Kix knows too much
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You knew you should probably get the bedroom decorated like you planned but you were afraid to leave the kitchen with food on the stove. You were still a rookie at cooking and given that you were making Hardcase's favorite, so it would be ready when he came home, made you not want to take your eyes off of it.

He had been on the front for a month, and you wanted him to return to a nice dinner and some much needed relaxation. You had pulled out all the stops for your favorite trooper and boyfriend. You spent your last paycheck on new silk sheets you thought he'd like and some comfy civvie clothes for him to wear around your apartment. Going a little over your normal budget buying the ingredients for his favorite meal, that you were desperately trying not to fuck up.

You didn’t have an exact time that he would arrive but you knew it was sometime tonight. He had commed you earlier and told you he was coming home. He then proceeded to send you messages every time something interesting happened. He had sent you around 36 of them. Telling you when they went into hyperspace, what he had to eat, approximately how long they had before they reached Coruscant air space, and giving you every detail of the arm wrestling competition that Jesse had started. You missed him.

During your momentary lapse in concentration, you had failed to notice that the food had started simmering a little too much. You realized it just in time to sweep the pan off the burner and save it from utter destruction. You finished the dish without any further mishaps and set it in the oven on a low temperature to keep warm. Only then were you able to relax and get to setting up the bedroom the way you pictured it in your mind.

You put the new sheets on the bed and dimmed the lights to a warm hue. You also lit a small scented candle to complete the atmosphere. You had turned up the heating device so your apartment was a tad warmer than usual. Hardcase always complained about how cold it was in space and he preferred your apartment warmer.

You had just finished setting the table when you heard the door open. You turned and saw your boyfriend toss his helmet and backpack to the ground before running towards you. He picked you up and spun you around, huge smiles on both of your faces. He pulled you into a tight embrace once he set you back down and you did your best to hug back just as tight. You pressed kisses to his entire face before kissing him hard on the lips. You finally parted, panting and happy to be in each other's presence once again.

"I missed you," you breathed. He laughed, "I missed you too, doll. More than you know."

"I think the 39 messages you sent me are a good indication," you laughed back. Hardcase kissed you again and you held each other until you were both content to let go. "It smells good in here, are you cooking something?" He asked. "Your favorite," you beamed at him, watching the joy spread across his face. "Please tell me it's done already, I don't know how long I'll be able to wait knowing that you're making my favorite." You nodded, "It's in the oven staying warm. Go sit down and I'll bring it out." That was probably one of the only times Hardcase would willingly let you out of his arms.

You journeyed to the kitchen carefully retrieving the dish and bringing it out to the table. Hardcase was fidgeting in his seat, like he always did when he was excited. He had gotten a slight handle on it since you started dating but ultimately it wasn't something he could get rid of, and you didn't want him to. You loved how energetic he was, how even little things like his favorite food could make him so happy he couldn't sit still. It was goddamn adorable and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

You served him first, far be it from you to keep him waiting, before helping yourself. You watched him take his first few bites and literally moan at how it tasted. "It's s'good," he said with his mouth full. You chuckled at him and watched as he shoveled more food into his mouth. He was happy and so you let his iffy manners slide. "Kriffin' fantastic," he mumbled between bites.