Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Taking Flight

The chilly Coruscant air assaulted every exposed bit of skin as you leaned against the stone wall, gazing across the bustling skyline. It was even busier than usual since everything had absolutely exploded into chaos with the failed "Order 66 Scandal." You had been absolutely flooded at work with a million different perspectives and possibilities, all needing to be published before there was any real research or confirmation done on any of them. You'd been there late, completely exhausted, and when you were finally freed, instead of going home to collapse into bed as you had been dreaming about all afternoon and evening, you went to Crosshair's apartment building. When you pressed the button for the service lift, a wry smile twisted your lips as you remembered him making you climb the entire fire escape that first time.

As the news had been breaking -- some clones seeming to "go crazy", the majority not, the war ending in shambles, and Chancellor Palpatine being revealed as the source of all the problems in the galaxy -- your head had been spinning with what it all meant for the future. Your gut was also twisted with concern for Crosshair, wondering where he was and whether he and the rest of the Batch were safe in all the chaos, making it even harder to focus on the hurricane of constantly-shifting expectations at work. Mel had been texting you nonstop as well, with every bit of gossip and supposition she was hearing, resulting in a mind-melting overwhelm by the end of the day. Somehow, being in Crosshair's "spot" felt comforting and peaceful, although hollow without his actual presence, and you held your head in your hands as the wind picked up a bit.

"What the kriff..." you muttered out loud, picking your head up to stare blankly at the streaming lights of speeder traffic going in every possible direction.

"A common sentiment these days," a smooth voice said behind you, and you whirled around with a gasp, adrenaline flooding your body as you dropped a few other choice expletives.

"Crosshair," you breathed, panic dissolving into relief as you ran to him, unable to hide any longer, unable to keep up the bulletproof facade. A few quick steps had you crashing into him, arms pulling him tightly against you, hands pressing into his back. He held you close for a long, silent moment, resting his cheek on the top of your head. When you finally pulled away, you couldn't resist touching your forehead to his, stroking the side of his face with unrestrained affection. "What happened?" you whispered, roving one hand up to caress the back of his head and neck.

Before he answered, he bent down and suddenly scooped you into his arms, walking to the edge where the waist-high rock wall curved around the rooftop. He set you down on it, still holding you close against him, nestled between your legs with firm, safe arms around you. You were a smidge taller than him now, and couldn't stop cradling his face. He felt like the only constant in a tumultuously shifting galaxy, and his proximity and scent and cool demeanor soothed your spirit.

"It's all over, I guess," he said quietly, and your heart lurched with a cold stab of fear for a moment.

"What is?"

"The war, the clones... The whole thing was a lie. Everything we were needed for..." his rich voice was tinged with so many emotions, you couldn't begin to pinpoint them all. But your hectic day of complete upheaval, combined with his absence, had melted away your insistence to always be self-sufficient and independent. You looped your arms around his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him tenderly and meaningfully, as though it could convey what words could not. He softened into you, fitting each curve and edge of your bodies together, exhaling in a gentle tickle against your cheek.

"I need you," you admitted in a feeble whisper against his lips, pulling back to meet his gaze with an unguarded fondness of your own. His sharp, pale eyes gentled, and now it was his turn to trace his long fingers against your cheek, following the curve of your jaw with his thumb and giving your chin a little pinch before dropping his hand.