Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

The Rescue

Lunchtime found you and Mel in a garden patio, enjoying tea sandwiches and petit fours. It was a new place in town that a friend had opened, and you wanted to support them as they hoped to drum up some business. The setting couldn't have been more gorgeous -- they had somehow designed it to be incredibly lush and natural-feeling, with vines climbing up trellises and bushes artfully placed to give each table a sense of privacy without feeling closed-in. The scents were intoxicating, the colors and textures pleasing to the eye, and the small menu of delicately-prepared snacks was immaculate. They had done a great job, truly, in creating a unique space in an otherwise completely industrial area.

"You guys came!" JD exclaimed, approaching your table with a washcloth in their hands. "Thank you so much. How is everything?"

"Delicious and gorgeous and absolutely perfect!" Mel exclaimed with her usual jovial brightness. "The orange cake bites are insane! There's something else in there though... cloves?"

"A magician never reveals their secrets," JD said with a grin, swatting her playfully with the towel. "But I'm glad you guys like it. Tell everyone at your offices!"

"We will!" Mel answered.

"I'll tell the ones you'd want to be here," you added, giving them a look to accentuate your point. "You've got a fantastic vibe goin on."

"You're the best," JD said, tapping the table before bustling off back toward the kitchen.

"I didn't think they'd actually do it," Mel confided, when they were out of sight (and hearing range). "They've had like a million ideas in the few years I've known them, but they're always on to the next one before even starting on the first!"

"I know," you chuckled, taking in the brightly-colored tables and slender, curved fountain in the center. "But man, I wish they'd decorate my apartment. This is stunning."

"Somehow I can't see your little sniper friend being comfortable surrounded by this."

"Ha, maybe not," you conceded, that warm and fuzzy feeling rising again. "But anyway, to finish my story... He had all that, plus a backpack and a rifle. And I don't know what it was, but he just looked so tall and sexy... Like... hot damn. Superhero material."

"Listen to you," Mel smirked, fondness across her face. "I think someone's getting quite a soft spot for this guy."

"We're taking it at our own pace."

"Good. Whatever works. When do you see him again?"

"Tonight. It's only been a few days this time, which is nice."

"Sweet! But hey, it's really fortunate that he was willing to bring his armor and stuff around you...and that he's gonna be here tonight. Because I have a favor to ask... of both of you, actually." Mel had a gleam in her eye that you'd seen far too many times, and a knowing grin curved your cheeks at whatever trouble she was about to suggest you get into.

"Don't tell me you're planting evidence on a Senator again."

"No! Nothing up here... How do you feel about going underworld a few levels?"

"What for? And what does Crosshair have to do with this?" You were beginning to grow suspicious. You hadn't been in the Coruscant underworld since you were a naive young adult without a fully developed prefrontal cortex. You'd run into some trouble a few times, but nothing too crazy. It had been just enough to fuel your youthful risk-taking and danger-seeking behaviors.

"Okay. So get this. I'm interviewing this guy for a story, and he gets called outside the room for something real quick. Apparently whispering is a foreign concept to him, because he and some other dude had a whole conversation about this new spice mine they've found on Abafar. It's supposed to rival what they found on Kessel! And these two think they're the only ones who know about it so they're gonna try to make a bunch of credits off of the info... Unless I do it first."