Cuyanir (A Rexsoka SWTCW Fanfic)

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Ahsoka sat in Rex's room, on his cott as she waited for him to come home. What she had read about Umbara told her it was as bad as she had dreamt, or even worse. The door buzzed and Rex staggered in. Alarmed, Ahsoka was on her feet in a second, and helped him sit down. His eyes were unfocused, but there were no bandaids or blood for an injury. His breath smelled like alcohol. 

"Heyy 'Shoka." He slurred, swaying in his seat. He raised a silver flask Ahsoka hadn't noticed before up to his lips. She took it from him and set it on the desk he had for paperwork. 

"I don't think you need anymore, Rexie." She said gently.

"You look pretty." He sighed, laying his head on her shoulder. "I mished you."

 "I missed you too, big guy." She patted his head. "What happened out there?" She asked. She knew some of it, but seeing her captain like this meant that it was so much worse than she had read. Rex jerked like he had been stung, his eyes misting over. 

"Pleash, I don' wanna talk 'bout it." He whimpered. Ahsoka rubbed his back gently to reassure and calm him. Suddenly, he tried to stand up. Ahsoka grabbed his arm as he doubled over and threw up, narrowly missing her shoes as he retched,  his body trying to rid itself of the alcohol in his system. Ahsoka suppressed a grimace. 

"Oh, Rex!"She exclaimed "Ok. It's alright. Let's get you cleaned up." She took his arm again, and lead him to the adjacent 'fresher. She took off his armor, and set it aside for later. Rex just sat in the bottom of the shower and stared into the air, shaking his head and muttering nonsense under his breath. Stealing herself, Ahsoka used the force to pick him up, and to ease him out of his soiled blacks. Doing her best to ignore the fact that he was now fully naked in front of her, she set him back down. 

"Ish no' fair, you getta shee me undreshed before I getta shee you." He complained. Ahsoka pressed a kiss on his forehead, his military buzz cut damp with sweat. She tossed his blackies into a laundry receptacle and washed her hands before turning the shower on.  

"It's perfectly fair, since you probably won't remember this in the morning." She sighed, pouring some soap on her hands and scrubbing at his back and shoulders. He pulled his knees to his chest and leaned his head against the wall of the shower. 

"No. I'll remem'er. I alwaysh remem'er you." He slurred softly. Ahsoka paused for a second, before moving on to his head. "Ya'know, I don' care if you shee me naked." He mumbled against the wall. Ahsoka began scrubbing at his arms and hands. 

"Yeah, well, I care." She bit out, sounding harsher than she intended. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scold you." She apologized at his flinch. There was a knock at the door to his rooms. She stood and shook herself, flicking water off her head and shoulders. "Here." She handed him the bottle of soap. "Finish cleaning yourself off." 

She opened the door to find Anakin, with a worried expression on his face. "How is he?" He asked, not even bothering to question why Ahsoka was in the captain's rooms. She gave a humorless laugh. 

"Currently? Very, very-" 

"ASHOKA! GUESH WHAT! THE SHOAP TASHETSH BETTER THAN THE RASHIONSH!" Rex yelled from the 'fresher. 

"Drunk." She finished. Anakin shook his head.

"If I had known what was going to happen to them, I never would have left, supreme chancellor or not." Ahsoka put a hand on her Master's arm.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. There's no way you could have known." She gently admonished. There was a loud thud from the 'fresher. She sighed. "I'm going to make sure he doesn't get himself killed. He's going to be even more miserable tomorrow. Oh, could you send a mousebot up? Rex made a mess." She pointed to the puddle of vomit behind her. Anakin nodded before leaving her to take care of her captain.