Rainy Day Date Night

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You frowned at the droplets racing down the window and the torrent of rain blowing in sheets across the patio outside.

Really? The one time you two actually planned a date in the town nearby, and it rains.

No.

Rain didn't begin to cover this.

This was a hurricane level onslaught. And you told Hunter as much.

The sergeant hummed in amusement as he leaned back against the counter, arms crossed with a mug in one hand. "Don't think that's a bit of an exaggeration, bunny?" he rumbled as he took a sip, eyeing you over the rim of the mug.

Bunny. A nickname bestowed upon you courtesy of the sergeant because you stomped your foot and your nose apparently twitched when you got angry.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "The one day," you began, angrily gesturing outside with a stiff arm. "We plan something and this happens. It's been sunny all week!"

Hunter raised an eyebrow at the pouring rain outside before looking back at you. While there was amusement in those rich brown eyes half hidden by black curls, genuine regret shone there as well. "Kamino luck," he replied with a sigh. "Always happens at the worst times."

Setting the mug on the counter beside him, he opened his arms.

Walking over into his warm embrace, you leaned into his chest. The grey t-shirt he was wearing, a size too small like all the others, felt soft against your cheek.

Strong arms wrapping around your back, Hunter stroked your hair. "That's alright, though, because I've got an idea to salvage the night."

"An idea?" you mumbled into his chest.

"Yes, an idea," he replied. "Always have a backup plan, on or off the battlefield."

"What is it?" you asked, voice partially muffled by cotton and muscle.

"Movie night."

You lifted your head at this, previous dismay vanishing in an instant. "Movie night?"

His chest shook with a soft laugh. "Thought you'd like that, bunny," he said, brushing some hair from your face.

"What movies?"

"Someone's eager," he teased, earning himself a lighthearted smack on the arm. Raising his hands in surrender, he slipped past you to the stairs. Stopping at the base, he beckoned you forward. "C'mon, cyare. Already got everything all set up."

You gave him a playful glare. "That why you wouldn't let me upstairs?"

"It's no fun if the surprise is spoiled," he chuckled, a hand resting on your back as you both ascended the stairs.

You supposed that was true, but you still had to roll your eyes at the sergeant's antics. For all his talk of being stoic, he was as likely to engage in dramatic shenanigans as the rest of his brothers.

But you couldn't help but appreciate those moments, especially since they often brought out the playful side of your sergeant that you loved so dearly. Now that the war was over, and the deadly plot of the chips had been foiled by that one ARC trooper, the clones could finally enjoy the peaceful life they'd been fighting for for so long.

Hunter was no exception. Echoes of war still haunted his nights, but the terrible, scorched battlefields were becoming nothing more than a distant memory. Some nightmare from the distant past, never again to shatter the peace that ruled the galaxy now.

And you couldn't be happier.

Hunter gently pulled your arm to stop you as you both reached the top of the stairs. Giving you that characteristic sly smile of his, he said, "Close your eyes."

"Is all this really necessary?" you asked, a soft laugh to your words.

He just hummed as he slipped behind you and covered your eyes with both hands.

Shaking your head at his antics, you slowly walked forward with your arms out in front of you so you didn't run straight into the door. Not that Hunter would let you hit anything, of course.

"Hold on," he said, warm breath tickling your ear as he dropped one hand and opened the door judging by the creak of the wooden door. Nudging you in, he then pulled you to a stop as he reached back and shut the door. "Ready, cyare?"

"Ready to see what you've done to our bedroom, yes."

His hand dropped and you opened your eyes before immediately covering your mouth with both hands to quell the soft gasp.

The ex-commando had somehow gotten a hold of fairy lights and your bedroom was aglow with soft golden light. The bed had been made up into a cozy nest of your favorite blankets and pillows, a small fall scented candle on the nightstand.

"How did you...?" you asked, voice little more than a whisper.

"Tech," Hunter said, hugging you from behind with his arms crossed over your chest.

"You fibber," you scolded, reaching up to hold his arms. "You said Tech was here to fix the sink."

"Ah, well. He did that too," Hunter chuckled. "You like it?"

You were still at a loss for true words, a large smile spreading across your face as you looked over the set-up. Turning to face your sergeant, you rested a hand on his tattooed cheek. "I really do, Hunter." You leaned up to kiss him. "I really do." 

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