Cuyanir (A Rexsoka SWTCW Fanfic)

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Rex was flopped over Ahsoka's bed as she gathered up her bags and put them in the 'fresher. 

"I still don't see why you need twelve different variations of slave costumes and three formal outfits and six new outfits in general." He complained, kicking off his boots to rub at his sore feet. "And I thought that a twelve hour march was bad. I lost feeling in my legs around the fifth store. How do you girls do it?" 

Ahsoka snorted and shut the refresher door. "Forget how I did it, how did Padme do it in four inch heels? I was wearing comfortable walking shoes and I had to rely on the force for strength at the end. My feet will be bruised for days." She complained, and he could hear the rustle of fabric from behind the door. "Well, at least it'll help sell my slave look." The refresher door slid open.

She was wearing a bright yellow top that barely covered her chest. It was covered in glossmar thin tassels that didn't quite hide the outline of her body. A see through wrap skirt the same shade hung down to her knees, and she was wearing flashy bangles and anklets all down her arms and legs. Rex felt his mouth go dry. "What do you think?" She asked anxiously, a hand rubbing at her arm selfconsciously. "I think the yellow just clashes with my skin." Rex licked his lips in vain to get some moisture back into his mouth. 

"Uh..." He managed, "I think you'd look good in anything. But the yellow... yeah I think you're right." He fumbled. Ahsoka nodded and disappeared back into the fresher. 

"Ok, what else do we have... Oh, I'm useless with fashion." She grunted from behind the door. Rex snorted, able to think clearly once she was out of direct line of sight. 

"I'm a clone. The only girls I see are jedi and the occasional indecently dressed twi-lek at the 79's. You think I know any better than you do?" Ahsoka chuckled at his comment. 

When she stepped out this time, she was much more decently dressed than the last. A form fitting white shirt and matching leggings covered her from head to toe, like blacks in reverse. It hid nothing and everything from his eyes. What caught his attention though was the feathers. Feathers in every shade of red and maroon hung from her arms, her waist, and her montrals. She looked like an extravagant bird. Rex couldn't help but chuckle at that imagery. 

"Hey... I actually liked this one." She pouted. Rex tried to stop laughing, and it turned into a cough again. Karking CO2 poisoning. Messed up your lungs for an eternity. 

"Poor convor." Was all he could get out between wheezing coughs and chuckles. Ahsoka cracked at that comment and joined him in laughter. She disappeared back into the 'fresher. 

"Poor convor is right. Also, that thing sheds like crazy. I'll have feathers scattered around my rooms forever from that thing." She sighed from behind the door. 

"Well, maybe you can use them to redecorate." He suggested. Ahsoka laughed.

"Maybe back on the Resolute. This is only temporary, remember?" She stepped out again. 

She was wearing what looked like a brilliant red bikini, and a scandalous one at that. Two black metal bands set with some flashy red stones sat on the points of her montrals and held two thin black veils, one in front of her and one in the back that not-quite-hid her from view. 

"You-you look like a sith." He stuttered, forcing himself to keep his eyes on her face. She gave a smile that showed off sharp fangs. 

"I think I like this one." She purred, placing her hands on her nearly-bare hips. Rex gulped audibly and looked to the ceiling, the floor, anywhere but at Ahsoka. 

"You are not wearing that in public." He growled, and finally managed to look her in the eyes. Ahsoka pursed her lips into a pout. "No." He said firmly, "Or I will wear it myself and parade through the halls in it." He threatened. 

Ahsoka froze for a second as she tried to imagine that, and she nearly forgot how to breath for a few seconds. Finally, her lungs kicked in and she gulped at the air, a fair amount of drool going for a ride. That plus the residual damage from the CO2 poisoning meant it took several minutes for her to stop coughing. Rex was leaning against the wall beside the bed in stitches at her reaction to his threat. 

"Fair, ahem, fair point." She wheezed. She ducked back into the 'fresher to change again. By the time she came out again, Rex was breathing hard and wiping tears from his eyes. 

"Ok... ok." He managed to straighten up to look at her next outfit. This one wasn't so bad, a dark navy blue leotard with cutouts and straps across her middle. She had some gold chains draped over her arms and head in a fine web. Rex nodded approvingly. "I like this one." He tilted his head though to look at it from a different angle. "I think it might be a little too plain for what they're asking." He mused. Ahsoka nodded. 

"I agree." She disappeared for the fifth time. 

The last outfit was the one that they decided would be best. Blue silk that wrapped around her chest and a matching wrap skirt, as well as an enormous amount of jewelry on every surface that she could put jewelry on. A gold feathered headdress featured a massive emerald the size of her fist in the crease between her montrals. She twirled for Rex and he applauded her. 

"We've found our outfit." He declared, pulling her in for a quick kiss. She giggled at his antics. Rex made a show of looking her up and down, and frowned. 

"What?" Ahsoka's own brow furrowed with worry. 

"It's missing something." Rex pulled out the little ring box from his pocket and passed it too her. She opened it, confused before gasping. 

"Oh, Rex." She threw her arms around his neck, nearly dropping the small box in the process. He grinned like a shiny and returned her hug. 

"Anakin gave me some credits to get something nice for you, and I figured you might like an actual engagement ring." He rambled, the foolish grin on his face getting wider and wider. Ahsoka shut him up with a kiss. 

"This makes every step today worth it. Thank you, love." She mumbled. Rex gave her a lopsided grin. 

"Every step?"

Ahsoka giggled. "Most of them anyways."

A/N ~ I thought about posting pictures of some of the outfits, then decided against it. I think describing them could cause enough problems. No second riddle of the day, nobody has answered the first yet!