clone wars/star wars oneshots

Rex - fluff

you and rex are on an undercover mission pretending to be together

A soft kiss landed on my forehead as his fingers intertwined with mine, sending butterflies fluttering through my stomach and making my heart pound in my chest. I leaned my head on Rex's sturdy shoulder, feeling him draw a breath that I knew I would be replaying in my head for days to come.

But it was just an act.

I had to keep reminding myself that this was all for show. Force help me—how was I going to survive two whole weeks of working undercover as a couple with Rex? I already had a painfully obvious crush on him, which, by some miracle, Fives had assured me he hadn't discovered. Now, being forced into this charade of romance, with Rex acting so sweet and affectionate in public, was nothing short of torture. My heart and mind were running in completely different directions.

The light rail chimed over the PA as it reached our stop. Rex stood, effortlessly taking both his and my bags before offering me a hand. I tried not to overthink the gesture, but two days of travel from the Outer Rim—playing the part of freshly engaged lovebirds—had done nothing to steady my nerves. And now, we'd finally arrived in the bustling sector of Coruscant where we were supposed to conduct our investigation.

It didn't take long for us to reach the hotel. The room was stunning at first glance—tall ceilings, beautifully decorated, and—

Kriff, I was going to kill Anakin with a stick.

There was only one bed.

Of course. Of course, Anakin had been the one to suggest I take this mission with Rex, out of all the ARC troopers in the GAR. And, naturally, he'd pulled strings with the Chancellor to get us some extra perks, which apparently included a really nice hotel room with a single, massive bed.

"I'll take the couch," I started, trying to ease the awkwardness that crept up on me.

"Put a screw in it, y/n," Rex said with a small smirk. "It's a huge bed, and there are plenty of pillows. We can put some between us if you really want."

I couldn't help but smile back. "Sounds good." Inside, though, my nerves were threatening to burst. I turned toward the large window and watched the sky shift through shades of pink and orange as the sun dipped below Coruscant's artificial horizon. Rex disappeared into the bathroom to change, and when he came out, I nearly swallowed my tongue.

He was wearing wide-legged pants and a fitted top that made it exceptionally difficult not to stare. Every muscle in his arms and chest stood out, and I cursed the Force for making me so easily flustered. Without a word, I grabbed my own bag and headed to the bathroom to change into my pajamas.

Padmé and Ahsoka had helped me pack, which meant I hadn't fully processed what I'd be wearing until now. After rummaging through my bag, I pulled out the pajamas—a strapless top and short shorts with lace trim. They were comfortable enough, something I might've worn around the barracks, though usually with a robe. Still, I wasn't blind to the effect they had. Even though I didn't speak a single word of mando'a, I'd heard enough of what seemed to be Mando'a curses slip from the men when I'd walked by in similar outfits before. Maybe that's why I brought them.

I let my hair down, spritzed on a bit of perfume for good measure, and headed back into the room, trying to play it cool as I sat beside Rex on the bed. He was scrolling through his datapad, likely catching up on reports or scanning the holonet. When he looked up, I caught him sneaking a glance at my chest—his gaze lingering just a little longer than it should have.

Mission accomplished.

I suppressed a giggle. It didn't really mean anything; boys just liked boobs. But it still made me feel a little triumphant.