Plo's Bros inc.

Fight

As soon as she was out of the medical centre, she got straight on helping the 104th through drills. Master Plo was stuck on Coruscant for a while. Council duties. Of course, since their general was away, the pups wanted to play. Their first (and coincidentally last) game was calling Doryn anything that wasn't 'Sir' or 'Padawan'. Some highlights had been 'Chef' and 'Your Serene Highness'. Sinker had tried out 'Captain Kitty', but instantly apologised and went back to calling her 'Sir'. She hadn't cared much, as long as they did their drills correctly then it didn't matter. Wolffe had also let it slide until he heard the new name that Sprint had come up with. "Ner mesh'la jetii." Not knowing mando'a, Doryn had no clue what it meant. Most of the names had included 'jetii' or 'vod', and had been followed by laughing. The only issue was that Sprint was the only one laughing at that one. His brothers all looked to Wolffe. Comet, trying not to laugh. Boost, ready to grab popcorn. Sinker and Mortar, suddenly looking a little ill. She turned to look at Wolffe as well. His jaw clenched and his mouth quickly took on an angry frown. Sprint, noticing his brothers weren't laughing, looked over. Doryn suspected that whatever he'd said must've been one of the worst mando'a insults from how his face fell. Sprint, unsurprisingly, sprinted away from Wolffe. Instead of chasing his brother, Wolffe worked smarter rather than harder and simply stunned him with his blaster. Sprint let out a groan as he flopped to the ground. He stalked over to a passed out Sprint but was stopped by Doryn grabbing the collar of his blacks. She was more angry about Wolffe thinking he had to defend her than whatever the insult had been. She gave a strong yank on his blacks and let go. "Wolffe, a word." There was barely a glance in his direction while she said it. There was no response before she walked out as if she were leading him to a tribunal to punish him for sedition against the republic. She let the negativity reflect off of her as to not let it influence her correction of his behaviour.

He kept a respectful distance behind her. He managed to keep this distance when she unexpectedly turned to face him. He noticed how her padawan braid swung over her shoulder with the momentum of the short turn. Her short, choppy red hair framed her face in such a way that would've made a weaker clone crumble. Though, he had no reason to act significantly stronger than his brothers when it came to her. Simply hearing Sprint refer to her as his and as beautiful had been enough to make him shoot one of his own men. "Do I really seem that defenseless to you?" He didn't understand why the words weren't angry or loud. She'd been so obviously ready to bubble over moments before. It made it almost scary, the cold and even voice that pushed the words at him. She folded her arms and shifted her weight to one side. The same woman that had used the Force against him and bitten him for trying to help her, somehow was in no way intimidating. She was a Jedi and he'd seen her single-handedly obliterate a squad of clankers. He'd seen what she could accidentally do with the Force. Despite the fact that she could easily kill him, he found her attempt to intimidate him adorable. He snorted slightly before saying, "You seem like a little kitten to me." Wolffe wasn't quite sure why he'd said it but hoped that it would put her in her place. He had just defended her honour and made sure that none of the boys would continue sniffing around what wasn't theirs. She didn't seem appreciative in the slightest. Instead, her face and tone turned dismissive. "Well, I don't need a big bad wolf to protect me." She pushed and almost mocked him with those words. Wolffe had no idea why he liked it. The narrowing of her eyes. The way she leaned in as if to intimidate him. He felt embers in his stomach turn to a small flame ready to consume him. "I don't share my meals." He didn't even catch his body language change until he was looking down at her and saw his prey.

She could also feel the fiery passion build up in her. She needed to put him in his place. The idea of him thinking she was weak made her want to prove to him more than ever that she would win in a fight. She took a final step forward and jabbed him in the chest with a single finger. "Hope you don't regret this when your men have to scrape you off the floor." His hand rose quickly and held her chin with a finger underneath and his thumb a little under her mouth. He pulled his thumb down a little and her mouth followed, opening slightly with no resistance. He smirked as he said, "Oh, it'll be you lapping me off the floor." His voice was low and added to her obscene thoughts in that moment. He rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip. It felt so right, having his warm, rough hand hold her face. She felt the selfish want rise within her as she looked up at him. One of her hands met the underside of his elbow on the side that held her face. She felt his free hand move to her waist and she quickly put hers flat against his chestplate. She started to take a step back toward the corridor's wall and held Wolffe to make him come with. He very quickly got the memo and backed her up into the wall and held her there. He lowered his head closer to hers and let his hand fall slightly. Instead of holding her chin, his hand now rested around her throat. It had become fully exposed for him as she tilted her head up higher in desperate desire for just a kiss. She told herself that one would be enough, but the involuntary clenches below told her otherwise. She wanted so much more than a simple kiss but as Wolffe's face came closer to hers she decided to be satisfied with whatever she could get. She felt his breath against her face and enjoyed how her fur trapped the heat from it. The residual warmth tingled against her skin as he growled, "Ner mesh'la jetii." She didn't even process that they were the same words she'd heard before.

Just before their lips could finally meet, they heard a door to the corridor open. Ryn jumped back a little and hit her head on the wall and Wolffe quickly stepped away from her in a bit of panic. "Sir, Sprint is waking up." Nothing in the trooper's voice sounded unusual. Wolffe counted himself as the luckiest clone in the entire grand army of the republic for not getting caught as he was about to kiss a Jedi. "I'll be right there." He said back and the trooper returned to the training room. He went to look down at Ryn and tell her to meet him later in the day but she'd already started marching up the corridor, obviously embarrassed. He spent the last couple of moments of them being alone in the corridor admiring how she looked from behind as she walked away.