Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Showers and Plants

It had been almost two weeks since you'd seen Crosshair. All he could say was "Outer Rim business", but you'd picked up from the context of his conversations on his comm that it had to do with a Separatist holdout and a covert infiltration. It sounded sexy, compared to your humdrum office job, where the most exciting thing that had happened lately was the the revocation of Casual Fridays because one of the women had taken it too far, wearing a strapless short dress that accidentally popped a boob out when she was pulling it down to cover the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear.

But tonight, you had plans. He was getting back too late for any "proper" date, so he was just coming to spend the night, in that strange oscillation you two had settled for, where you'd slowly become more and more vulnerable, opening up emotionally, and then take a little break where you would focus primarily on physical connection as you both regained your footing on a new level of closeness. Much like a scuba diver letting the pressure equalize before coming to the surface too quickly, it was a slow acclimation to something that neither of you had much experience in.

You'd enjoyed a spa day that week, with a massage, a full-body sugar scrub, and a facial that left you glowing and impossibly soft. Mel had accompanied you to a local boutique with an expansive assortment of lingerie, in quite literally every size, style, and color you could imagine. Her suggestions had gotten increasingly more ridiculous, causing both of you to giggle behind the racks.

"Okay, this is the one," Mel said finally, pulling out a baby pink, feather-lined babydoll that looked like something a lounge singer would wear while draping herself over a piano.

"Sometimes I don't know how we're friends," you laughed, running your fingers over a black satin robe that you quite liked. Something about the feeling of the silky fabric on your skin was right up your alley, and you tucked it under your arm.

"Alright Miss Punk Rock," Mel returned, holding up another option. "Is this better?"

"Now you're talking!" you smiled, taking it from her for a thorough inspection. It was a wireless balconette bra and panty set made of black, floral lace with scalloped edges. It was mostly see-through, save for the thicker parts of the embroidery, and felt surprisingly soft and comfortable with its lack of wires. The panties had the same design, with just enough coverage to leave something to the imagination while flattering the rest with the way it would curve across your cheeks.

"Finally," Mel exclaimed, "Now can we get lunch?"

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You were preparing to get in the shower, with still two hours until Crosshair's expected arrival, when the doorbell rang. You threw on your fluffy robe, hair in a messy knot on your head, and rushed to the door, peeking through the peephole. Damn, he was early! A bit inconvenient, but you still couldn't contain your excitement to see him. You swung the door open with a smile that immediately turned into open-mouthed surprise as you took in his entire outfit... It was armor, all right, but not like most of the troopers you saw. Dark gray with accents of red, with a red skull on one shoulder and a crazy-looking spike on the other. Both sides sported white "99"s in Aurebesh, his chest held some extra rounds, and his waist sported a pouch on the left. He held his helmet at his hip and had a huge, boxy backpack with a long sniper rifle secured beside it.

"Geez," you murmured, still speechless as he ambled into your apartment.

"Not matching so much this time," he remarked, dropping his backpack and helmet to the floor and propping the weapon up carefully next to it. You laughed, looking at your own fuzzy white robe in comparison to his sharp military kit.

"Am I supposed to suit up to go fight bad guys or something?" you asked, but you received no reply as he took a step closer, pulling you close with one arm around your waist and giving you a long, firm, lingering kiss.