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The Sergeant's Senator | Chapter 2

Summary: Upon arrival at Coruscant, the planet's senator gets to finally meet the infamous Clone Force 99 who are assigned to protect her.

Warning: threat to one's life, talks of assassination, beginning of anxiety attack, slight argument

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

Type: Short Series

Word Count: 6.4k

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The planet of Coruscant was one of the most active planets in the entire galaxy. The surface was riddled with various cities; skyscrapers that tried to reach the sky. The underground system, which often times wasn't the best location to be, was also incredibly active during all hours of the day. And in the skies, modes of transportation were always going from one place to another.

The Marauder entered the planet's atmosphere, having just come out of hyperspace. The descend took a little longer than usual given the air traffic. However, eventually, the Marauder was able to make its way to the capital city. They made sure to land on the correct landing platform.

As the ramp descended, the group of five climbed out of their ship. Not far away, Commander Cody stood at attention and was ready to greet the clone force upon arrival to Coruscant. He gave a single nod to them in acknowledgment.

"Commander," Hunter greeted.

"It's been a while, boys." Commander Cody commented. He looked at each of them carefully as if expecting to see some kind of change, but there really wasn't anything much different about their looks or behavior.

"Not long enough evidently," Crosshair grunted from the back of the group. He went to cross his arms over the stretch of his chest. He was most certainly the least happy one to be assigned this mission.

"You didn't give much details on the line," Hunter explained. "What are we working against here?"

Slowly, Commander Cody began to walk back towards the compound. The rest of them went to follow. Though Cody and Hunter were heading the group.

Now the commander made sure to survey his surroundings before bringing up the sensitive topic. "The senator has faced three assassination attempts within the last month alone. The last one claimed the lives of her guards," Cody told them.

"And that's where we come in?" Echo questioned.

"Our main priority is to keep the senator safe at all costs. Hopefully, if we play our cards right, we can catch whoever was sent by letting them come to us," Commander Cody expressed.

"So lay low, keep our eyes open, and protect the senator?" Hunter replied.

"At all costs," Cody added.

"Shouldn't be too hard," Wrecker said with a shrug of the shoulders.

"Don't be too sure," Cody warned. They approached the entrance of the building. The doors slid open for them to enter the lift.

The small group went to enter the lift, finding a spot before the doors closed in front of them. After clicking the button for their final destination, the lift began to move.

"The assailant...whoever it is...they are nothing like I've seen before. It's not like a bounty hunter; they're much too sloppy for a job like this. No...we are dealing with a professional here," Commander Cody almost sounded conflicted.

In the background, Hunter and Crosshair seemed to glance at each other through the corner of their eyes. They both knew the kinds of missions the commander had been on and the things he had seem. It didn't bring them much relief knowing that even the commander was worried about his mission.

The doors slowly opened to reveal a grand entry room. The marble flooring was shining against the soft glow of the golden lights. There were intricate golden patterns that looked like crown molding near the ceiling. And the handles on the door were made of pure gold.

"She should be just inside," Commander Cody insisted. He went to open the door doors, which allowed the rest of the group to enter the senator's office.

The most appealing part of the grand office was the massive window overlooking the busy city. There was plenty of comfortable seating, ranging from single seats to full couches. And a single desk was situated in the center of the room. Though the senator was nowhere to be found.

The Clone Force were a little cautious to step into such an impressive looking space. They felt a little out of place with their custom black plastoid armor and unique looking helmets. Not to mention the fact that they were all defective clones with varying appearances.

It could have just been the color of the lighting or the modern look of furniture in the room. However, everything looked so pristine and rather expensive. They honestly didn't think this office belonged to a senator, rather it belonged to a princess.

Each of them had gone their own ways throughout the room. While Tech instantly gravitated towards the small collection of books on a nearby shelf, Echo found himself standing in front of the window looking out at the city.

Without much thought, Wrecker went to touch a little glass figurine on the senator's desk. Though before his hand could make contact, Hunter's instincts kicked in and swatted his hand once as a warning.

"Don't touch anything," Hunter mumbled under his breath.

"I'm sure the senator is just running a little late from her last meeting," Commander Cody explained. "She shouldn't be too long."

Upon hearing this, Clone Force 99 made their way to stand in front of the desk. They wanted to make a good first impression on the senator whenever she arrived. As they waited, their eyes viewed the skyline in front of them.

All of the sudden, there was a slight shift in the atmosphere of the room. Naturally, as if it was a response, Hunter turned his head ever so slightly to his left. His ears perked up upon hearing an unfamiliar soft heartbeat coming from the room next door. He glanced at the door on his left through the corner of his eye.

As the heartbeat drew closer and louder, Hunter was able to make out the muffled conversation that followed from the other room. Despite the fact that Commander Cody was speaking with the rest of his brothers, Hunter seemed to ignore them and could only focus on the heartbeat. It was the softest thing he had ever heard.

"Do me a favor? Behave yourselves, boys." Commander Cody commanded them.

"No promises," Crosshair replied snakily.

Finally, Hunter went to turn his head to look directly at the door beside them. It was if he predicted the arrival because the doors began to open only a second later. The sound of the door opening caused the other members of the company to turn towards it.

The Senator of Coruscant came waltzing into the room with her assistant at her side. She wore this white flowy dress that cascaded over her feet and dragged on the floor behind her. The upper half of the dress was more sheer and showed the soft supple skin underneath it. Her hair was tidied back into a braid, which was heavily decorated in small white pearls.

For the first time ever, Hunter heard his own heart skip a beat upon laying eyes on her. His eyes trailed down the length of her form, taking it all in for his own pleasure. He was most certainly thankful to be wearing his helmet.

Though the senator didn't even acknowledge the clones upon her entrance, but this was probably because she was busy hearing what the rest of her schedule looked like for the day from her droid assistant. The clones seemed to watch her movements carefully as she circled around the room to the backside of her desk. Their eyes raked down her body shamelessly, losing themselves in thought for a brief second.

Just as she passed by them, a subtle hint of her scent had followed right behind her. Her scent naturally flowed through the filters of Hunter's helmet and invaded his senses. He closed his eyes to relish the scent of fresh lavender, which was not something you would expect from a senator who lived in a heavy populated city.

"Your final appointment is at three in the afternoon," the droid beeped. He held up the data pad for her, but she waved it off.

"That's fine," Senator Rayna agreed. She stood behind her desk and went to organize a few papers.

Upon hearing her voice, Hunter's ears perked up once more. He wasn't sure why he was so enamored with her. Whether is was the softness of her voice, her mesmerizing appearance, the intoxicating scent of her perfume, or the gentle heartbeat that followed her.

"Right," Senator Rayna sighed loudly. She placed the last stack of papers to the side before finally directing her attention to the clone force. "You must be my new escort," Senator Rayna figured.

"Senator," Commander Cody interjected from the sidelines. Her eyes scanned over each clone carefully. "I'd like to introduce you to the group of clones that's been assigned to you. This is Clone Force 99."

Each of the clones proceeded to remove their helmets. They stuffed their helmets into the underside of their arm. Now, the senator was able to get a good look at them. She realized how differently they looked from your regular ordinary clones. And she was intrigued by this.

"Well, you know who I am so there is no need for introductions there." The Senator rounded the side of her desk to stand in front of the clones. "State your name for me so I know what to call you," Senator Rayna ordered.

"Uh, my name?" Wrecker asked slowly, given that she was looking directly at him.

"You all have one, don't you? All clones are given numbers; although I gathered that most clones prefer to go by names. So what is yours?"

"I'm CT-9902. They call me Wrecker," the clone's deep voice boomed. He smirked down at her. She offered her hand for him to shake, which he did so very carefully because he was afraid to hurt her.

After this, the senator took a single step to the right. She was going to make her way down the line of clones. And she wanted to hear each of their names.

"My designated clone number is CT-9903," Tech replied as a matter-of-factly. He adjusted his glasses. "Otherwise, as known to my brothers, as Tech," he added at the end.

The Senator offered her hand to him as well, which meant he needed to move his data pad to the other hand in order to shake it. He gave her a single nod of approval before she moved down the line again.

The clone trooper didn't say anything. He maintained a defensive stance with his arms crossed across his chest. He also wore a nasty scowl on his face. He truly did not want to be there because he had no interest in politics.

"What is your name soldier?" She questioned him. She tried to figure out what was going behind those eyes if it was anger or distain.

Though Crosshair was far from intimidated by her antics. He felt a slight nudge in his side. He finally spoke. "CT-9904."

"And do you have a name?" She wondered.

"Crosshair," he said reluctantly.

Likewise, the senator chose to say nothing. She gave a single nod understandingly before extending her hand out to him. The only problem was that he didn't take it. So she awkwardly slipped her hand back down to her side and moved on.

"I am CT-1409. I'm Echo," he replied quickly.

"Oh," Senator Rayna perked up. "Not a 99, huh?"

"No ma'am," Echo responded.

"He was originally part of the 501st and served with them for many years. He's the newest addition to this squad," Commander Cody said from the sidelines.

"Pleasure to meet you," Senator Rayna smiled up at him.

The senator went to shake his hand, only to find a scomp link located where his right hand should have been. He had even raised his arm as if wanting to shake her hand as well; he was still getting used to not having a hand.

"Oh," Senator Rayna said defeated. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She cringed at her own actions, wishing she had caught that before she made a fool of herself. "My deepest apologies," she went on.

"Not to worry," Echo reassured her. He saluted her instead with his scomp link.

Now, reaching the end of the lineup, the senator was standing face to face with the leader of the group. She looked up at him with curious eyes. But before he could introduce himself to her, she spoke up first.

"And you must be the sergeant," Senator Rayna concluded. She also took the time to study him carefully.

"CT-9901," Hunter's deep voice sounded from the back of his throat.

The senator raised her eyebrows at him as if mentally requesting for his given name. He realized that he should have also mentioned his name, but he honestly was still lost in his thoughts.

"Hunter," he corrected himself.

"Hunter," Senator Rayna repeated with a small smile on her lips. Her heart started beating just a little faster than normal, which did not go unnoticed. He quirked his eyebrow at her. "I've heard a lot about you."

Upon hearing this, Hunter felt his breath catch in the back of his throat which caused his chest to heave out a little. He straightened his back in posture. He could only wonder what kinds of things she knew about him and his squad.

"Uh senator," the droid spoke up. He glanced between the two of them, expecting them to turn to address him. But they kept their gazes on one another. "I hate to interrupt, but you're going to be late," the droid reminded her.

In response, the senator squeezed her eyes shut. She cursed under her breath. "Blast! How could I forget?"

Without hesitation, Senator Rayna went to collect the stack of papers on her desk. She quickly rifled through them to make sure none of them were missing. She proceeded to spin around on the heels of her feet, walking away from the clones to scurry around the room.

The clones didn't tear their eyes away from her retreating figure, subconsciously peering around one another to keep their gaze on her backside. The commander needed to clear his throat to gather their attention once more. They quickly redirected their focus in front of them.

The droid went to hand her a cloak to put on. She slipped it over her shoulders. She began tying it around her neck. "Where are you heading next, commander?"

"Kiros," Commander Cody stepped forward. "There are talks of surrender. We'll see how it goes. I won't bore you with the details."

"Perhaps we can discuss them at a later time," Senator Rayna agreed. "When I am not running late."

"Senator," Cody saluted her. He excused himself from her presence.

The senator grabbed the last of her things, hastily hanging the pile of papers to her droid. She took the data pad out of the droids hand to check her schedule. She was running very late. Nevertheless, the senator tossed the data pad over to Tech.

"Might be a good idea to make yourself a copy of my schedule to have on hand," Senator Rayna explained to him. He quickly typed in a code which would transfer the information to his own data pad.

"Already on it," Tech confirmed.

"Might I remind you that this is the fifth time you have been late to a meeting this month?" The droid interrupted once more. It slowly moved around the room given it's lack of flexibility.

"I have been a bit preoccupied with other things," the senator waved off. Finally, Senator Rayna stopped what she was doing to address the small squad of clones. "Now, about this meeting..." her voice trailed off.

For a brief second, the Senator of Coruscant wondered how she could explain what she does as a career or what they could expect from this type of job. She felt a wave of anxiety begin to wash over her, being rudely reminded of the threats she faced every day now.

At that moment, Hunter noticed a change in her demeanor. He could hear her heart beating faster and her breathing quickened in pace. She began finding with her fingers nervously to contain her nerves, which did not go unnoticed by the others.

"I am a member of the Loyalist Committee which is headed by The Sepreme Chancellor. The other members are senators or representatives like me. This is an informal meeting; it takes place just upstairs in one of the conference rooms," she informed them.

The senator was talking so rapidly that the others could barely keep up with her. It almost sounded and looked like she was on the verge of having an anxiety attack. And Hunter noticed this immediately.

"Senator," Hunter interjected. She kept talking though.

"In the past, I haven't needed my guards to be present in the room. Things have changed since then. Now...I would feel better -- safer, if at least two of you accompanied me in the meeting. Like I said, it's more of an info--," but she was stopped.

"Senator Rayna," Hunter spoke over her to stop her ranting. His voice wasn't loud, more firm than anything.

Slowly, Hunter took a single step forward to stand an arm's length away from her. He looked down at her with soft eyes, which she found oddly comforting. He heard her heartbeat going back to a normal pace. He sent her a small reassuring smile.

"We are going to protect you," Hunter told her. "Don't worry. You're in good hands."

The ride in the lift felt like it was lasting ages. There was a slight sense of tension in the air given that there were six people basically crammed into the space. In their defense, no lift ride is ever comfortable for an average person.

Facing the door, Senator Rayna stood in the middle with Hunter and Echo standing on either side of her. The other three clones were standing behind them with their backs nearly touching the wall of the lift. The illuminated number continued to change as the lift passed another floor, drawing closer to the final destination. Just a few floors left.

Initially, the senator kept her hands clasped together in front of herself. Her hands mindlessly fell apart, which resulted in her hands shifting back to the respective sides of her body. In the process of this happening, the senator's hand brushed against the back of the sergeant's gloved hand on accident.

Upon contact, the both of them retracted their hands in a slightly awkward fashion. The sergeant shifted on his feet slightly, taking a small step away and mumbling a soft "sorry" through his modulated helmet. Though it was hardly his fault.

In response, the senator sent him a warm smile before directing her line of attention back towards the closed door in front of her. Her hands moved back into the original position in front of herself. She could feel some heat rising to her cheeks, but she figured it would go unnoticed.

Behind them, Tech had watched this slightly awkward encounter with a cocked eyebrow. He was quick to nudge Wrecker who stood beside him.

"Huh?" Wrecker looked down at Tech.

Tech gestured to the sergeant and the senator was a subtle nod of the head in their general direction. So Wrecker took a second to analyze them with his eyes switching back and forth between the two bodies. He didn't catch their encounter so he was rather confused.

"What? What happened?" Wrecker whispered to his brother. Though it wasn't really a whisper, because everyone in the lift heard him.

"Nevermind," Tech sighed with a roll of his eyes.

Finally, the lift had come to stop on the designated floor. The two doors slid open to reveal a vast long corridor. A few people were walking through the corridor which consisted of other members of the senate or personal guards.

It didn't take long for Hunter to sense the uncertainty radiating from the senator standing beside him. He glanced down at her briefly to see the worried expression on her face. For a little encouragement, Hunter placed one hand on her lower back to urge her forward and his other hand gestured to the corridor before her. She gathered her courage with a deep breath, taking the necessary step forward.

Exiting the lift, Hunter and Echo walked on either side of Coruscant's Senator. Right behind them, Wrecker went to follow them but was abruptly stopped when Crosshair placed a single hand on his chest. The much larger clone nearly toppled over his own feet and looked towards his brother for some form of explanation.

"Wouldn't want to step on the senator's dress, would we, Wrecker?" Crosshair teased him. He gestured to the white train that flowed behind her dress and trailed along the floor.

"Oh right," Wrecker agreed while scatching the back of his neck.

The three clones waited until the others had properly exited the lift before finally following them through the corridor. They made sure to be two steps behind so they wouldn't step on the senator's dress.

And Wrecker was relieved that his brother saved him the embarrassment because he couldn't imagine the look on the senator's face if she ever found a large footprint on her white dress.

Walking through the corridor, the escort found themselves quickly becoming the center of attention. It seemed like they continued to receive stares from passing senators or workers from the capital. This was something they were commonly used to, especially back on Kamino. But for some reason, it felt different this time around.

"Sorry about the unwanted attention," Echo said from beside her.

"Hmm? I hadn't noticed," Senator Rayna replied with a small smile on her face. The clones were a little relieved to hear that the senator did not mind in the slightest.

In the short distance, a few clones were striding down the long length of the corridor with blasters in hand. The clone armor that they wore was adorned with red accents, hinting to the fact that they were members of the Coruscant Guard. They were elite clone shock troopers whose main purpose was to protect the Galactic Republic Capital. They were some of the best clones the Republic had to offer.

In passing, the Coruscant Guard took a second to stare at the passing members of Clone Force 99. They nudged each other and gestured to the group of defective clones. Their unnatural appearances always caused them to garner more attention than they would have liked.

"Hey," one of the guards called attention to his buddy standing beside him. He tipped his head to gesture to them. "Get a load of these guys."

"Those guys are clones?" Another clone remarked from the sidelines. "They sure don't look like clones."

Once the Coruscant Guard was out of their line of sight, Crosshair seemed to glance over his shoulder. He seemed to grumble something under his breath, narrowing his eyes at the batch of regs behind them.

"Remind me again why you weren't assigned members from the Coruscant Guard?" Crosshair questioned. It seemed like an obvious choice for an escort given that they were already stationed on Coruscant.

"Because my last guards were part of the Coruscant Guard," Senator Rayna replied flatly. "And they didn't do a great job."

"Fair enough," Crosshair accepted. He almost wanted to chuckle at this because he knew the guard was not nearly as skilled as everyone gave them credit for.

Upon rounding a corner, Senator Rayna halted in her tracks to stand in front of a closed door. The other members of her escort seemed to stop beside her, waiting for her next step. She activated the panel on the right side which opened the door for them. She quickly stepped inside with Hunter and Echo following behind her.

As the door closed, Wrecker and Tech went to stand on either side of the door for the extra added protection. And Crosshair began walking down to corridor to secure the perimeter. Back inside the room, Hunter and Echo took their stops by standing beside one another in the back of the room. Their eyes never leaving the senator's moving figure.

"My apologies for being late," Senator Rayna announced. She went to sit at the head of the table, finding a small stack of papers in her place meant for her. She quickly looked them over.

"No worries, my dear. I'm sure you have plenty of other things on your mind," an older voice spoke from the far side of the table. Raising her head, Senator Rayna's eyes landed on the familiar form of Chancellor Palpatine who was sitting at the head on the other side.

"Right. Now what have I missed?" Senator Rayna questioned. Her eyes shifted between the various senators within the committee, half expecting one of them to catch her up to date since she arrived so late.

On the right side of the table, Bail Organa of Alderaan and Padmé Amidala of Naboo were sitting beside one another. On the left side of the table, Mon Mothma of Chandrilla and Orn Free Taa of Ryloth had also been apart of this committee. The senators looked to each other in order to see who would speak first.

"We were just discussing the details surrounding the upcoming Gala," Senator Amidala explained.

The Senator of Coruscant proceeded to rifle through the stack of papers in front of her, attempting to find the list of things that still needed to be completed in preparation for the gala.

For a moment, Hunter's gaze seemed to drift towards the window in the large conference room. He studied the buildings across the way carefully, spotting a few unoccupied rooftops. It was the senator's voice which brought him out of his train of thoughts.

"How far out are we again?" Senator Rayna asked.

"Three months," Chancellor Palpatine said rather calmly.

"Are things going accordingly with the planning?" Senator Rayna wondered. An uncomfortable silence fell over the room, which caused the senator to look up at them with a confused expression. "What's going on? You've all been acting weird."

The other senators continued to remain silent. However, they looked at each other as if they were all thinking the same thing and were choosing to stay quiet about it. Finally, Bail Organa gathered the courage to speak for the rest of them. He spoke softly and calmly with hopes that it would help soften the blow he was about to deliver.

"We think you should take a hiatus," Bail Organa replied.

"A hiatus? From what?" Senator Rayna asked in utter confusion.

"From your job -- your position as senator of this planet," Chancellor Palpatine added. "Law low for a little bit until things die down."

"I don't need to law low. What I need to do is my job and taking a hiatus will not help me do that," Senator Rayna argued. She rose out of her seat in a furry.

"Y/n," Mon Mmtha interjected. She spoke with a calm voice. "We are worried about you and your wellbeing."

"I have a new escort. They will protect me," Rayna would not drop her argument.

"And the hiatus will only add to that protection," The Supreme Chancellor claimed. He was trying to sound optimistic about the proposition, which only seemed to anger the senator more.

"I have to present a treaty at the end of the quarter. And we vote a week later. I can't miss that," Senator Rayna tried to reason with them.

"It can be pushed back," Chancellor Palpatine suggested. He shrugged his shoulders at the notion, seemingly unfazed by the option of pushing back her speech.

"Til when?" Rayna inquired angrily.

"Indefinitely."

Upon hearing this, Senator Rayna leaned forward to press her hands against the table. She looked the chancellor dead in the eyes from across the room. She wore a stern look on her face.

"I have been working on this treaty for months, changing the littlest of details to make sure it is nothing short of perfect. I applied for the notion to be brought to the senate at the end of the quarter and it was accepted. I am going to present this," Senator Rayna said sternly.

Look back out the window, Hunter saw a small perch on one of the rooftops. He almost wondered if that was a sniper's nest; it would have been a prime location if it had been. With that in mind, Hunter's eyes trailed along the length of the sniper's path. His gaze settled on the wood table in the room. And his stomach dropped.

"E-Echo?" Hunter whispered to his comrade standing beside him.

"What?" Echo said in the quietest voice.

The sergeant was staring directly at what looked like a small nick in the middle of the wooden table. It couldn't have been more than an inch in diameter. There was a small dark circle around it. It had to have been from a blaster shot.

The senator's hands were on either side of said hole. He quickly came to realize that if the sniper had raised his weapon just a little higher, it would have gone right into the senator's head.

"I think this is where it happened," Hunter concluded. Whoever had taken the shot knew what they were doing. They fired a warning shot. At least, that seemed to be the case before they proceeded to take out the guards.

The sergeant's mind was occupied elsewhere. He hadn't been fully listening to the conversation up until now. He tuned his ears into what the chancellor had to say about this. And sure enough, Hunter's suspicious was right.

"Who says you will even be around to present your treaty?" Chancellor Palpatine wondered. "The last time you were in this room -- it did not end well. You could have been killed if your guards had not been there."

It suddenly made sense. The senator was feeling nervous about leaving her office to come here because of what happened the last time she was there. She was still feeling the affects of the incident. And whether she chose to deny it, it was affecting her mental health now.

"We cannot force you to take a hiatus, but we strongly advice it."

"Please Y/n," Senator Amidala said softly from the sidelines. "We don't want you to get hurt."

"I appreciate your concern -- truly I do," Senator Rayna began. She looked over the faces sitting around the table. "But I have to be there for my planet and for my people. You should all understand that."

"We do," Senator Organa nodded his head in agreement.

"Then let me do my job," Senator Rayna pleaded her case one final time. Her eyes shown with sympathy.

With great hesitation, the other senators looked towards one another in a form of silent communication. A few of them seemed to nod their heads gently as if to say they will allow the senator to operate as she always had been. Finally, The Supreme Chancellor reluctantly gave her his approval in the form of a short and curt nod of the head.

"Very well," Chancellor Palpatine agreed. He sent her a smile. "Continue as you were, senator."

By the end of the meeting, a majority of the members had gone their separate ways since their schedules differed. Now, it seemed like only Senator Organa, Senator Amidala, and Senator Rayna remained in the room. While the Senator of Alderaan went to speak with the newest escort, Senator Amidala went to stand beside her best friend and greeted her with a warm smile. The two young women began talking amongst themselves.

On the other side of the room, Senator Organa went to talk to Hunter and Echo. He took the time to shake both of their hands in greeting and introduced himself to them.

"You must be Clone Force 99," Bail Organa noted.

"We are two fifths of them," Echo claimed. "The others are right outside."

"I was the one to reach out to General Kenobi and Commander Cody about finding Senator Rayna a new escort. I've heard a lot of things about your squad," Senator Organa replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"All good things, I hope." Hunter wondered.

"You know your own reputation better than anyone. You tell me," Senator Organa stated. He quirked his eyebrow at the two clone troopers in front of him. They remained silent because he did bring up a good point.

Looking over his shoulder, Bail Organa looked towards the two senators talking to each other. His eyes softened upon seeing how the two of them interacted with each other. While they were best friends, he always thought they acted more like sisters (though they actually got along with each other). He felt a weak smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"She's a handful, that one. Once she sets her mind on something, she won't back down easily. One of the most stubborn people I know," Bail chuckled to himself.

Neither Hunter or Echo doubted that. They had just witnessed how stubborn she could be in their meeting and how she refused to take a hiatus despite the fact that her life was on the line. However, was it stubbornness or selflessness?

For a brief moment, Hunter found himself following his line of sight until it landed on the senator. She seemed so carefree; her face was radiating with beams of happiness. Her lips turned upwards into a smile and her laugh echoed over to them.

"I won't tell you how to do your job," Bail Organa returned to their conversation. He looked between the two clones. "But can I give you a piece of advice?"

"Of course, senator." Hunter nodded his head.

"Be mindful of her. She's gone through a lot recently and she's grown more sensitive to her surroundings. She doesn't sleep most nights in fear of what may happen when she closes her eyes," Senator Organa claimed.

Slowly, Hunter's eyes drifted back to the senator standing in front of him. He saw the gentlest and kindness in his eyes. He could tell by the tone of his voice that he cared deeply for his fellow senator. But then things turned more solemn.

"She's like the daughter I never had," Bail's voice was laced with a heavy sense of sadness. "If anything should happen to her--"

"We know, senator." Hunter interjected. He placed a hand on the senator's shoulder. "We'll try our hardest to take care of her for you."

"Thank you," Bail gave a nod of appreciation.

Across the length of the room, Senator Amidala and Senator Rayna caught up with each other. They had spent some time apart. While one was traveling the galaxy, the other was strictly confined to the planet for her safety. It truly felt like eternity since they had last seen one another.

"I heard Senator Organa reached out to General Kenobi for assistance," Senator Amidala began. "Did he travel alone or--"

"He was accompanied by Commander Cody," Senator Rayna explained. The corners of her lips tugged into a mischievous all-knowing smirk. "His Padawan was not with him if that's what you're wondering," Senator Rayna added.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Senator Amidala scoffed awkwardly. She shook her head at her friend's ridiculous comment.

"Oh please," Senator Rayna sighed. She rolled her eyes. "You think I don't notice how you are constantly asking about him and pining over him."

"I do not!" Padmé scolded her.

"You do know that it is forbidden for the jedi to form attachments," Senator Rayna tried to talk some reason into her friend. She knew that there was some unspoken thing going on between them, but she didn't know the details of it.

"Enough about me," Padmé quickly dismissed the conversation with a wave of her hand. "What about you?"

"Me? What about me?" Y/n scoffed slightly.

"Isn't there someone you are pining over yourself?" Senator Amidala wondered. She cocked an eyebrow at her in a suggestive manner.

"No, I am not pining over someone." Senator Rayna shook her head in denial. "I'm a little bit occupied with other matters at the moment."

From across the room, Hunter's highly sensitive ears had picked up their conversation unbeknownst to them. He turned his head ever so slightly to be more in tune. He felt his heart flutter once again in his chest.

Finally, Senator Amidala and Senator Rayna went to leave the room by walking beside one another. The others made sure to follow behind them. They entered into the corridor to be met by the rest of the squad.

"Perimeter is secure," Tech relayed to his sergeant. Hunter gave a curt nod of acceptance. "The shuttle is ready for departure whenever the senator sees fit."

Now Hunter and Echo had shifted to stand beside their brothers in the corridor. The senators had directed their line of attention to view the small squad of soldiers. They certainly did not look like your regular batch of clones. Their armor didn't even match the traditional white with hinted colored accents. It was more of a dark grey color and was accompanied with hinted red accents.

Not only did each of their helmets mismatch, but so did their physical appearance. The one near the back was a literally giant, two of the others were tall and lanky, the other one looked more like a droid, and the last one had broad shoulders and a strong built. Just by looking at them, one could tell that there was something off and that they were genetically enhanced.

"Ma'am," Hunter drew the senator's attention. "Whenever you are ready."

The Senator of Coruscant nodded her head understandingly. She quickly gave a brief farewell to her fellow senators. The clones saluted the other senators as a form of respect. The senator proceeded to walk back down the long length of the corridor with her new clone escort following right behind her.

Meanwhile, Senator Organa and Senator Amidala watched their retreating figures with keen eyes. They saw how their associate interacted with this new batch of rogue clones. She didn't seem to mind or question their abnormalities. At first, Senator Rayna had been hesitant to ask for help from the jedi and was uncertain about having a clone escort. But now, things seemed to have changed her mind. And the senators wanted to know why.

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A Deal With God | Eddie Munson

Summary: Heavily inspired by the song “Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush in which, instead of Eddie Munson sacrificing himself to buy more time, the reader makes a deal with God to switch places with him.

Warning: FAIR WARNING major character death, mentions of injuries, gruesome descriptions of injuries and attacks, mentions of blood, failed attempts to revive, extremely sad, very angsty

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Type: Oneshot

One cannot find the words to describe what it feels like watching the life drain out of someone’s body. All of the sudden, their eyes will lose focus and fall completely blank. The jagged movement of their chest will stop entirely, meaning that they no longer found it hard to breathe. What’s left is a limp, dead weight body. And that's it.

It was the most heart-wrenching thing Y/n ever had to experience in her life. She just watched her best friend die in her arms. She couldn’t hold back the tears from falling down her face. She was devastated.

Right before he had passed, Eddie spoke about how he didn’t run away this time and he sounded so proud of himself. He convinced himself that this was gonna be his year. The last thing he did was send her a weak smile and tell her how much he loved her. 

For a brief second, Eddie struggled to catch his breath. His eyes became unfocused as his breathing came to a final halt. His body went limp, which made all his tense muscles relax. His soul was taken to the heavens in that exact moment. He was gone. 

“Oh god,” Y/n silently sobbed to herself. 

She clutched his lifeless body in her arms, holding him as close as humanly possible. She rocked back and forth in attempts to soothe herself from the pain of loss. She closed her eyes to say a little silent prayer.

“Please, God. Let me take his place,” Y/n begged. But she knew it would be no good and she knew her prayer would go unanswered.

There was something bright that caught her eye in her peripheral vision. When Y/N turned her head to look towards the unknown source of light, she was to squint because she was so blinded by the light. She didn’t even notice that it had grown closer until it had completely overtaken her body. Then there was nothing.

When Y/N was finally able to open her eyes, she found that she was standing in the middle of the trailer in the upside down. She was holding onto the trash can shield and the makeshift spear that they had crafted a couple hours earlier. She was quick to realize that she faced the closed bedroom door. 

The demobats were ruthlessly pounding against the solid wood door. They scratched violently in hopes of breaking through the barrier. Their screeching became more desperate and more hostile.

“Come on, Y/n!” Dustin called out. “Come through now!”

Upon hearing her name, Y/n spun around on the heels of her feet. She lifted her head so her gaze could follow the sheet rope through the portal on the trailer ceiling. Now she clearly saw that Dustin and Eddie had already gone through the portal.

The two of them were watching her through the portal in the ceiling of their world. They begged her to climb up the rope to them. They called her name multiple times as if they were desperately trying to get her attention.

In that moment, Y/n discarded he makeshift spear and trash can lid off to the side. She went to grab onto the rope with the full intention of climbing it. But the sounds of clawing, scratching, and shrieking drew her attention back towards the bedroom door.

“Y/n!” Dustin called out. “Come on. Let’s go!”

“You’re so close! You just need to climb,” Eddie yelled over him.

So Y/n gripped the rope of sheet tightly and began pulling herself up. She struggled to climb at first. When Y/n glanced towards the bedroom door through the corner of her eye, a haunting thought came into her mind. It made her fall back onto the floor and she loosened her grip on the rope.

Those demobats would eventually break through that wood door; it wouldn’t hold them off forever. If they broke through the door, what was to stop them from going through the portal into their world? They were going to have to stop them somehow. And right then, Y/n could only think of one thing that would work.

“I have to draw them away,” Y/n said more to herself than anything.

“What?! No!” Eddie shouted at her. 

Upon hearing his voice, Y/n had lifted her head and stared up past them longingly. It was almost as if she had this all-knowing look in her eyes that told them exactly what she was going to do. And neither of them liked her plan.

“Those things will kill you,” Dustin tried to reason with her. “You can’t do this!”

“I have to try!” Y/n responded in a persistent tone of voice.

“Not if I have something to say about it,” Eddie said through gritted teeth.

Out of pure instinct, Eddie grabbed hold of the rope and began climbing to get back through the portal. However, Y/n was quick to pick up the makeshift spear once again. She sliced the rope with the spear so that the rope fell to the ground in both worlds. 

So Eddie’s feet landed flatly on the ground of his trailer. He held the limp rope in his hands. His mouth was hanging open in a manner of utter shock and disbelief. No, this can’t be happening.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dustin yelled desperately.

“Don’t come after me,” Y/n ordered them. 

“Y/n! Stop! Don’t do this!” Eddie exclaimed. 

“Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!” Dustin repeated over and over again.

“Come back!” Eddie begged.

But she chose to drown out their calls and pleads. She slipped out of their line of sight, heading towards the front door of the trailer. She proceeded to kick the door open before using every ounce of energy to run as fast as she could. She grabbed hold of one of the bikes laying in the heap of dirt, clambering onto the seat and riding as far away from the trailer as possible.

The demobats began to follow her in a thick cloud of black fury. They were screeching in anger. But they were drawing away from the trailer, which was exactly what she wanted. It was all going according to plan.

All she needed to do was keep pedaling. She wouldn’t dare look over her shoulder in fear that she would be right on top of her. The thundering sound of her heart was beating against the confines of her chest, threatening to break through at any given second. She had to keep moving.

Together, Dustin and Eddie lifted the mattress on the ground. They tossed the mattress off to the sidelines. They had to figure out a way to get back through that portal, but without the rope, it wasn’t going to be easy.

Setting up a random chair under the portal, Eddie took a few steps back in order to get a running start. He counted to three in his head before sprinting towards the chair. He leaped onto the base and launched himself upwards as far and as high as he could. He caught hold of the end of the portal which allowed for his head to go through and his hair fell upside down.

With some difficulty, Eddie managed to pull himself through the portal. He landed on the heap of the mattress. He got out of the way quickly. Then Eddie encouraged Dustin to do the exact same thing he did. 

Meanwhile, Y/n could feel the beads of sweat running down the sides of her face. She seemed to ignore the burning feeling in her legs from pedaling so hard. It felt like time was starting to slow down and everything moved in slow motion. 

For a brief second, the upside down fell silent. She could still feel the rumble in her chest when the thunder sounded from the black and red skies. She closed her eyes to relish the small moment of tranquility. She knew this was going to be the end for her.

All of the sudden, a demobat collided into her side which threw her to the side. They began to swarm around her, circling in the most taunting manner. It was just like seeing hawks swarming before devouring their fallen prey on the ground.

Without a second to lose, Y/N had to force herself to stand to her feet. She began to run away once again, but she knew she wouldn’t get far on foot. She was going to have to hold them off for now. So she stopped running.

Slowly, Y/n turned around in her place. She faced the heavy storm of demobats. She pulled out her makeshift spear and nail pierced shield, moving into a more defensive stance. This would be her last stand.

“Hurry!” Eddie called over his shoulder. 

He didn’t even look over his shoulder to check if his friend was following close behind him. He didn’t seem to care about the burning feeling in his lungs, which were desperately trying to help him breathe. He was forcing himself to run faster; he had never run so fast in his life. He only had one thing in mind: he needed to get to her.

It had taken them a couple minutes before they finally reached her, but it was much too late. What they found was such a gruesome and grotesque sight. The demobats had all fallen to the ground. Some of them were brutally stabbed, laying motionless in their own cold blood. Others looked like they were untouched.

What had happened was hard to explain. It was like a light switch. As soon as that switch was flicked down, the demobats naturally fell out of the sky. They were dead with no explanation as to how or why. 

It was quite sad to think that the switch could have been flicked sooner. If it had been, Y/n might still have had a chance at survival. So there, on the dirty ground, surrounded by heaps of dead demobats, was the young teenage girl. 

The two boys only stood there looking at the horrific scene in front of them. Thinking that there might still be a chance to save her, Eddie hurried to the seemingly lifeless body on the ground. He scooped her into his arms and started checking for any signs of life. 

As soon as Eddie caught sight of her wounds, he let out a shocking ‘oh’ sound. He squeezed his eyes shut tight in hopes of forgetting the horror he just saw. Bringing the back of his hand to cover his mouth, Eddie felt the swell of bile coming up his throat and he had to swallow it down. It was an honestly sickening sight.

From the looks of it, the demobats had definitely attacked her. They must have keep her down for much longer than what Steve had experienced just a day or two ago. Her wounds were far worse than his had been. 

The demobats had latched onto her sides, ripping large chunks of her skin out. Her once soft and smooth skin was now littered with numerous scrapes and scratches from the demobats sharp claws. 

Hesitantly, Eddie went to touch her face. He tried to be as gentle as possible, hoping to coax her awake. He also took notice of the large gaping wound around her neck, which was bleeding profusely now. A part of him knew that she wasn’t going to make it even if they could carry her back to the trailer. But he simply refused to accept that reality right now. 

“Hey Y/n,” Eddie whispered in a soothing tone of voice. “It’s okay. You’re safe now. I’ve got you,” Eddie tried to reassure her.

Much to his surprise, Y/n’s eyes began to flutter open at the sound of his voice. She found it quite hard to breathe. With each breath, there was a stabbing pain piercing her chest. She wheezed in hopes of taking in small doses of air.

“E-Eddie?” Her throat burned and her voice was weak. She didn’t know that the demobats had torn through some of her vocal cords, which would explain why it hurt so much to talk.

“Yeah. I’m right here, honey.” Eddie spoke softly. He tried to shuffle closer to her since her voice was so faint. He watched her face twist in pain which ultimately made his heart ache for her.

“I-It hurts,” Y/n wheezed and winced at the sharp burning feeling.

“I—I know, honey. I know it hurts,” Eddie nodded his head. “I’m gonna get you out of here though.”

“I— can’t move, Eddie. I can’t f—feel anything,” Y/n claimed. She paused for a second, realization striking her hard. “I’m not going to make it, am I?”

“D—Don’t say that,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. He brought his clenched fist to the front of his head. “You’re going to make it,” Eddie lied to himself.

On the sidelines, Dustin stood there with tears in the corners of his eyes. He lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He honestly didn’t know what to do. He could feel the deep pain in his chest; it was the feeling of hopelessness. There wouldn’t be enough time for her. 

For a second, Y/n began to grow more tense. Her muscles clenched as she was overcome with a fit of coughs. The taste of copper lingered on her tongue. She didn’t know that her mouth was leaking with blood and that it was now running down her chin. 

Out of pure concern, Eddie called her name in a desperate tone of voice. He helplessly held her in his grasp. He watched her writhe in pain. He couldn’t bare to see her like this. He squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to block out the pained coughing sounds.

When Y/n’s coughs subsided, she was able to relax once again. Her chest was rising and falling steadily with each breath she took. But it was getting harder for her now. She could faintly see a hue of black in the corners of her vision.

She tried to hold off fading into the darkness, trying with every ounce in her body to fight off death. She only had a couple more minutes though. It felt like ages before she finally spoke again. 

“It was real, wasn’t it? You felt it, right?” She wondered. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly. She looked up at him with a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “You and me,” she clarified.

“What we had? Yeah, that was real,” Eddie confirmed while nodding his head.

“It felt like such a long time ago,” Y/n sighed as she remembered the good old days with him. She felt the smile growing at the corners of her lips. “We were just a couple of kids running around, having fun together.”

Upon hearing this, Eddie let out a soft chuckle. He smiled down at her. He went to brush a small strand of hair out of her face. He gazed down at her with the strongest sense of admiration and sincerity in his soft brown eyes.

“But we really loved each other, didn’t we?” Y/n whispered to him. 

“Yes. We did,” Eddie confirmed. 

“Promise me—” Y/n began. She leaned forward so he could hear her message better from the proximity. “That you’ll keep on living.”

“Oh honey,” Eddie choked back a sob. He shook his head at her request. “I don’t want to live in this world without you. I just can’t do it. You mean everything to me. You are my world.”

Though she was most flattered, she tilted her head to the side and looked at him with a glimmer of disbelief. She knew that he could do it; everyone has to do it at some point in their lives. They eventually have to move on. People come and go. Nothing is permanent. Nothing is certain. Nothing is known. 

“What am I going to do without you?” Eddie began to cry. His tears were streaming down his cheeks mercilessly. His shoulders bounced in time with his cries of desperation. “What am I going to do without you?” Eddie repeated for he seriously wanted an answer.

Slowly, Eddie lowered his head until he hurried his face in her chest. He clutched her shirt so tightly that her blood seeped through the cracks between his fingers. He clung to her in fear that she would slip out of his grasp.

Hearing him cry hurt more than she wounds that covered her body. It made her heart ache for him. She regrettably didn’t have an answer to his question. She couldn’t think of anything to encourage him or give him a piece of advice. Instead, she chose to simply hold him and hoped that would be enough comfort for him. She ran her fingers through his soft black curls.

“You’re going to be okay,” Y/n whispered. 

Hesitantly, Eddie raised his head to look into her eyes one last time. He swallowed the heavy lump that lingered at the back of his throat. His tears blurred his vision slightly. He sniffled.

“Eddie,” Y/n choked painfully.

Instantly, Eddie went to hold her hand. This was him silently communicating that he was there for her and that he could hear her clearly. He felt her squeeze his hand. He waited patiently for her to speak up again.  

“I love y—” but her voice faded into nothing. 

Her eyes lost focus and went blank. Her grip was limp. Her last breath seeped out of her chapped lips. And she was gone. 

Upon seeing her body fall to the clutches of death, Eddie could feel his heart dropping from his chest to the pit of his stomach. He scurried backwards as if he were desperately trying to get away from her. He was horrified.

“E—Eddie?” Dustin spoke weakly. He stumbled backwards slightly in disbelief. “Is she—” Dustin couldn’t bring himself to say it.

All of the sudden, Eddie scrambled back to her side. He didn’t want to believe it. He denied it in his mind. He took up her body in his arms once again. He desperately searched her body for any signs of life. 

Come on, baby.

He pressed his two fingers to the underside of her neck, feeling for a pulse. But he didn’t feel anything. Then Eddie laid his head down so that his ear was pressed against her chest. He listened for a heartbeat, but he didn’t hear anything. He waited to watch her chest rise and fall in short breaths. But he didn’t see anything. 

Come on, darling.

For a brief moment, Eddie didn’t know what to do next. He tried to think of other ways to get her to wake up again. He wanted her to look at him again, but her eyes refused to focus on him. He so desperately wished that he could switch places with her. He wished that he could have been the one to die, not her. 

Let me steal this moment from you now.

From the pain in his heart, Eddie grabbed onto her shoulders harshly. He shook her in attempts to bring her back. But her body wouldn’t respond to him. He proceeded to place his hands on her chest, pumping at a steady pace. He tried giving her CPR since he knew how to preform it.

Come on, angel. Come on, come on, darling.

However, all the came from it was more blood. It came out of her mouth. It gushed from the wounds in her sides. It began to cover his hands. Nevertheless, Eddie was pressing harder and harder with each thrust of his hands. He was trying so desperately to start her heart again.

Finally, Eddie stopped himself. He raised his hands to his face and looked down in horror. It almost looked like he had just committed a murder for real this time. He came to the realization that he wouldn’t be able to do anything to help her anymore. She was gone. She was dead.

Let's exchange the experience.

In the most gentle manner, Eddie brought her back into his grasp. He held her against his chest and buried her face in his neck. He cradled the back of her head, rocking back and forth to soothe himself. With tears falling from his eyes, Eddie sobbed quietly at the painful feeling of loss. It stabbed at his heart and only left a gaping hole that would never be filled again.

Oh, the things he wish he had said to her. The things he wished he had done sooner. The thought of ‘what could have happened’ racked his brain every day after that. How he wanted so badly to have been the one to die instead of her.

There was a small gravestone for her. Eddie picked flowers for her every week and brought them to her grave. Most of the time, they were just wild flowers. But on special occasions, like her birthday or a holiday, Eddie would bring roses from the supermarket. Those were always her favorite.

He’d never get over the feeling of losing her. He’d never forgive himself for not being there to save her. There wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t think of her at least once. He had nightmares about the way she died in his mind, hearing the horrors of her screams and cries as the demobats feasted on her flesh. It was torture to him.

He wrote letters to her to express his thoughts and feelings, even writing a few songs about how much he loved her. He found comfort by just sitting in front of her grave. 

One night, Eddie was seated at the foot of her grave. He lifted his head to admire the night sky. There was one particular star that caught his eye because it was much bigger and brighter than all the other stars in the sky. It sparkled down at him.

For the first time in months, Eddie smiled to himself. He directed his line of attention back to the grave in front of him. For he knew that she was that bright, shiny star in the sky, looking down at him and always watching out for him. And whenever he felt sad or lonely, he could just look up to the starry sky and she’d be there for him. 

He wasn’t alone. After that, Eddie chose to only remember the positive aspects and parts of the life he shared with his best friend. He remembered how beautiful her smile was, how happy she was on Saturday mornings, and how kind she was to everyone around her. 

He remembered the soft and sweet sound of her voice; he loved the way his name rolled off her tongue. In dark times and low moments of life, Eddie would remind himself of how she called his name. It brought such comfort and relief to him. It was almost healing.

Undoubtedly, Eddie knew just how much she had loved him. It was the last thing she tried to tell him before she died. He held onto that thought and he would continue to hold onto that until the end of his time. She had loved him so dearly and he cherished that more than anything in the world.

She had loved him, but he loved her more than she could ever have imagined. 

The Hidden Hero | Masterlist

Summary: In an alternative universe, Peter Parker has the biggest crush on the reader. Even though the reader doesn’t know his secret, the reader is obsessed with the webslinger. So Spiderman decides to show up at Liz’s Party to impress everyone, specifically the reader.

Warning: swearing, fluffiness, and angst 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

COMING SOON

hey i can’t help but feel awful! u didn’t have to change it to reader i’m always pleased with whatever work u bring! that’s why i’ve been a fan for years now and u are truly so very talented and if u want to keep it OC it’s fine i was just wondering. whatever floats ur boat❤️🥺

Oh honey! Don’t even worry about it. You know, I was actually reading it over and I was just like “No I really do like it better as a reader story.” I had a bunch of people telling me to keep it and change it, so I just went back to the way I wanted it. The reader was in the original transcripts and I’m trying to stay true to that. But yeah!

I am getting a lot of messages and requests to make a taglist. So if you’d like to be tagged (specifically for when Play Pretend Part 2 drops), please comment on this post so I can keep them all in order or send me a private message. 

The Sergeant's Senator | Chapter 6

Summary: The sergeant and senator finally spend a night together in each other's company.

Warning: +18 minors DNI below the cut, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, strong language, smut, kissing/making out, p in v, oral sex (both female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, edging kink, power kink, slight overstimulation

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

Type: Short Series

Word Count: 4.4k

Series Masterlist

The desperation began to grow between the two which made it all the more difficult to pull away.

Her lips were so soft, almost silken and pillowy against his rather chapped ones. His hooked nose nudged against the side of her cheek, moving to the other side of her face when he deepened their connection. He drew her closer to him by cupping her ribcage, desperate to feel every inch of her against him.

When she did pull away from him, there was a shift in the atmosphere around them. It quickly invaded all of his senses, causing his brain to short circuit for a moment. He opened his eyes to glance down at her; his eyes were shimmering with lust and desire. Lips parting ever so slightly to release a shaky breath as he took in the rich scent of arousal that had begun to pool between her legs.

"Oh, you're going to be the death of me," Hunter chuckled deeply.

His voice sounded gruff and husky. His body felt like it was engulfed in flames; that his clothes were too constricting. He mirrored her movements in order to capture her lips once again.

Weaving her fingers through his long hair, she tugged ever so slightly to pull a moan from his lips. Her hands began to move down his body, gently removing a single piece of armor from his arm. She drew away from him, but kept close to him. Breathing heavily against his lips, she pleaded for him:

"Take it off," Y/n panted quietly. "Take it all off so I can feel you."

Pulling just a little further away, Hunter gazed down at her to fully take in her appearance. He saw just how red her cheeks had gotten and felt how hot her skin felt under his fingers. He could hear the rapid beating of her heart in her chest. And he smelt the growing desire dripping from her.

They wasted very little time in making their way into the bedroom, stumbling over the threshold and fumbling desperately to get all of his gear off between heavy kisses. His armor was quickly discarded off to the side without another thought.

The two of them parted only to catch their breath for a minute; their chests heaving dramatically. Now, wearing only his blacks, she was able to feel the groove and shape of his muscles that always hid behind the plates of armor. He watched her carefully, fully immersed in her movements. Her fingers danced across the length of his chest, traveling lower and lower until she reached the edge of his pants.

His own curious hands scanned the expanse of her back, fumbling for the zipper of her dress. He pulled on it leisurely until it left her entire back bare. He eased the material of her dress over her shoulders, encouraging her dress to fall to the floor in a heap.

Reaching for the edge of his shirt, Hunter was quick to remove his own shirt off, throwing it to the side. He laced his arm around her backside, gathering her in his arms so their bare chests could finally touch. Leaning down, Hunter and Y/n's lips met in another passionate kiss. Their lips parted ever so slightly, slipping tongues into each other's mouths for exploration.

Slowly and gently, Hunter encouraged her to take one more step backwards until her legs hit the back of the bed. They collapsed backwards onto the surface of the bed, surrounded by soft and smooth blankets.

His forearms kept most of his body weight off of her, resting on their side of her face and caging her in. His hips found the space between her legs, which were parted on either side of his hips to accompany him. It was the exact same position they had been in when he had first saved her when the assailant attacked her apartment months prior. But now, the situation was much different.

Taking a moment to admire the way her hair framed her face, Hunter could have sworn that he was looking at an angel. He'd imagined them in this position a thousand times, but he never thought he would have the opportunity to live out his dream. Yet here she was laying underneath him and curled into his embrace.

"Just promise me one thing," Y/n whispered against his lips. A small gasp slipped out of her as his hand trailed up the side of her body, caressing her ever so gently.

"Anything," Hunter rasped.

"Don't tell your brothers," Y/n pleaded with him. They'd likely never be able to do this again, but she didn't want their preception of her to change just because she slept with him.

And Hunter understood this.

"Of course," Hunter agreed with a small smile gracing his lips. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "But only if you promise me something."

"What's that?" She smiled back at him.

His breath seemed to tickle the delicate skin of her neck, causing a tingle to run down her spine. He kissed her neck gently, listening to the way her gasps escaped from her notice. He sucked on the pulse of her neck, leaving a small pink mark behind.

"Don't hold back," Hunter requested.

Her sergeant adjusted his position above her, beginning his descent down her body. His hot breath fanning against her skin and causing goosebumps to arise. His dark lustful eyes remained locked with hers. A trail of teasing kisses were being littered against her body.

"I want to hear how good I make you feel," Hunter spoke so sinfully. He shifted over the side of the bed and was kneeling at the foot of it. He finally tore his eyes away from her face, settling his gaze on her heat in front of him. He dragged the fabric of her undergarments down her legs almost in a teasing manner.

Waiting in anticipation, Y/n's fingers curled into the soft fabric of the blankets beneath her. She felt his breath fanning the heat between her legs, knowing that he was drawing nearer to her without having to look down. His hands grasped the backs of her thighs, hoisting them onto his shoulders for leverage.

"Let me know if this is too much for you and I can stop," Hunter reassured her. She nodded her head rapidly, still waiting for him to take the plunge.

Finally, not wanting to keep her waiting, Hunter's head moved forward until his lips enclosed around the little bundle of nerves. This action caused her to jolt slightly, but he kept her grounded by wrapping his arms around her legs. His tongue began to draw her wetness into his mouth, desperately lapping at her and drinking everything she was willing to offer him. He moaned into her, moving with more passion.

Unable to contain herself, Y/n had to close her eyes to savor the feeling of him being down there. Her hand weaved into his hair, pulling slightly to keep him closer to her. Little moans escaped past her lips which only urged him to continue his efforts relentlessly.

The small stubble of his face rubbed against the inside of her thighs, irritating the skin by leaving a bit of a red mark behind. But she didn't care in the slightest because it felt so good.

His senses getting the full experience of his deepest desire. He savored every second of it, not knowing if he'd ever be able to do this again. He enjoyed the way she tasted against his tongue, the way her growing arousal smelled, the way her skin grew hot under his touch, the way she called his name desperately, and the way she looked squirming with each movement. It was everything he dreamed of.

"H-Hunter," Y/n began pleading for more. "I'm so close."

Taking that as a challenge, Hunter rose a little higher from his seated position. He gripped the back of her thighs tightly, moving them back so that her legs pressed against her chest. He pinned her down there, continuing to eat her out like a starved man.

The obscene noises filled the entire room. From the moans she let out to the wet noise of his mouth moving against her folds. She arched her back as she chased her high, desperately clinging to the sheets underneath her. He slipped a finger into her warm and wet entrance, settling a slow and steady pace by pumping his finger in and out of her. His lips trailed up to the little bundle of nerves, swirling the tip of his tongue around it to give her the most pleasure.

Slipping another finger into her and picking up the pace of his thrusts, Y/n was drawing closer and closer to her climax with each passing second. She squirmed underneath his grasp, almost feeling too overwhelmed with the sensations she was experiencing. She pulled him impossibly closer, calling out his name one last time.

He felt the way her walls were clenching and contracting around his fingers, hinting how close she was. He easily found that spongey spot deep inside her, pumping his fingers expertly to chase that rich feeling. He let out a small moan against her, which ended up being her undoing.

The blinding white tingling sensation took control of her entire body, throwing herself in the deep end of pure ecstasy. Her legs tightened around his head and her hand pulled his hair painfully, but he didn't seem to mind. He eased her back down slowly and pulled his lips away from her sensitive spot.

Pulling his fingers from her entrance meant she suddenly felt empty. She wanted nothing more than for him to be inside her. She gazed down at him with half-lidded eyes, chest heaving with each breath and fingers raking through his hair. She admired the way her juices coated his lower face. He didn't need to think twice before inserting his two soaked fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue.

He slowly climbed back up the long length of her body, finding the spot between her legs once again. His evident arousal pressed against her own heat and got the lower half of his blacks wet. He drew away from her, coming to stand at his full height. Sliding his fingers into the waistband of his blacks, Hunter carefully eased them down his legs and discarded them off to the side.

And now she saw how far down that tattoo really went.

Sitting up by putting weight on her forearms, Y/n's eyes shamelessly raked up and down the length of his body. She rubbed her legs together subconsciously to ease the ache between them. Then she rose into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, coming face to face with abdomen.

For a moment, Hunter watched her movements very carefully. Her fingers traced along the valleys of his muscles, memorizing every groove and dip. The mere action caused his breath to catch in the back of his throat and the hairs to rise against his skin. Finally, Y/n wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and teased him by giving him an experimental tug or two.

The way her fingers felt squeezing him and the way his skin moved with each pull was starting to drive him crazy. He closed his eyes; his head tilting up towards the ceiling as a deep moan drew from his lips. Each pump of her hand sent another wave of pleasure through him.

Suddenly, Hunter felt her warm and soft lips wrap around the very tip of him. Her tongue teased the underside of him, feeling every vein and ridge of his member. She began to take him further into her mouth, sinking down to the hilt before drawing almost all the way out. He swore under his breath, fingers weaving into her hair to encourage her.

He just couldn't look at her; he knew he'd release too early if he did. He simply relished the feeling of her lips being enveloped around him, loving the way her head moved back and forth as she took everything he had to offer. She bobbed her head at a slow pace, gripping whatever she couldn't fit into her mouth and slicking up the rest with her saliva.

Gripping the back of her head a little tighter, Hunter started to thrust his hips into her mouth. She picked up her pace, moving just a little faster in hopes of bringing him closer to a release. His breath quickened and his chest heaved with each second. He was so close and she knew this by the way his muscles tensed and by the way his cock twitched in her mouth.

Breathing steadily through her nose, she took him as far as she could by opening her throat to allow the weight of him to sink further. He slid in and out of her mouth with ease, barely noticing the strings of drool that connected from her mouth to his skin. She moaned around him, which caught him off guard. He quickly pulled himself out of her mouth, not wanting to cum just yet.

"W--Wait," Hunter called out.

He still gripped her head tightly, keeping her at a safe distance. He held the base of his cock, praying that he could prevent himself from releasing his seed just then. He took in gulps of air, finally feeling the peek subsiding for the time being.

"N-Not yet," Hunter explained while panting. His thumb traced along her pink plump lips. "D-Don't wanna cum just yet. Not until I can be inside you."

Slowly, Y/n found herself leaning back onto the surface of the mattress once again. Her eyes never left his in the process of laying down and laying herself out for him to admire. She gave him a bit of a show: hands dragging up the length of her body to settle on her breasts and fingers tweaking her nipples. Legs parting to show the mess of arousal lingering between them. He took it all in greedily with lust filled eyes.

Crawling back over her in bed, Hunter pumped his length a few times with the help of his hand. Her legs moved up to frame his waist and he rested most of his body weight on his left side. He eased himself to her entrance, prodding her folds open with the very tip. He began to push into her ever so slowly, closing his eyes and groaning at the feeling of her warm walls enveloping around his member.

"Fuck," Hunter breathed. He dropped his head down to briefly rest against her shoulder.

Clinging to him desperately, Y/n wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his waist to draw him in closer. He kept inserting himself slowly, burying himself inside her until he was fully sheathed.

"H--Hunter, I--I..." Y/n commented with a small gasp. She wiggled her hips to move against him, desperate for more. She clung to him. "Need you to move, Hunter. Wanna feel all of you."

His deep honey brown eyes fixed on her face, watching for the slightest bit of discomfort. He kissed her possessively and passionately, swallowing her moans. His lips shifted to the side of her face, pressing soft kisses against her cheek and moving towards her ear. There, Hunter whispered sweet nothings to her.

"You feel so good, mesh'la." Hunter began to draw his hips back leisurely. A soft mewl left her lips, which he quickly calmed with a hush. He slowly pushed himself back inside. "Feel so tight," Hunter added with a grunt.

Starting out slow, Hunter began to set a steady pace. He pumped his hips against hers, gliding in and out of her rather effortlessly. His body moved to press deeper into hers. He let out soft grunts.

It was like she was meant for him: fit around him so perfectly, welcomed him in with each thrust, and clenched in response to his movements. She was thinking the exact same thing: his cock fucked her so perfectly, hitting that special spot easily, growing hot and heavy, and milking the soft sounds that escaped her.

Shifting his body upwards slightly, Hunter continued thrusting by snapping his hips into her. He reached down to grasp her thigh, hoisting it over the bulge of his hip and driving deeper to reach that perfect little spot. Her body responded so beautifully to his ministrations, moving along with him and creating the most sinful noises. She arched into him and pressed her chest against him, which allowed him to slip his arm around her waist and hold her.

Weaving her arms around his neck, she threaded her fingers underneath the band of his bandana. She pulled the material off of him, watching the way his long locks of hair tumbled down and framed the curve of her face. Throwing the bandana to the side, Y/n continued to relish the feeling of his cock driving into her relentlessly.

They leaned forward until this heads met, keeping their arms wrapped around one another. He gazed down at her with loving tender eyes; he wanted to commit this moment to his memory forever. He began kissing her again, lips trailing down to the groove of her neck and inhaling the strong scent of lavender that lingered there.

"Oh, mesh'la," Hunter groaned. He clung to her so desperately.

"Hunter, please..." She begged because she was so close to her high.

Her pleas became his drive. His thrusts had grown quicker in pace with his hips moving in tandem against her own. A thin layer of sweat coated their bodies as they rocked in a synchronized motion. Fucking her so deep that her body melted into the bed beneath her.

Her body quivered ever so slightly. With legs growing weaker as they shook against him. Breathes grew more shallow as she chased her high. He continued to strike that little sweet spot deep within her, teasing her with each thrust.

Dropping his head, Hunter's gaze landed on the point where they were conjoined. He couldn't look away, feeling memorized by the way he moved in and out of her. He could hear the bed creaking under them. He finally drew his eyes away, looking back up to see her face twisting and contorting slightly.

"Come for me," Hunter encouraged her; his voice coming out in soft pants. He snapped his hips into her roughly. "Come around me. Let me feel you."

Reaching down, Hunter brought a hand to the little bundle of nerves between them, rubbing quick circles around it. This is exactly what she needed to fall over the edge of euphoria.

Mouth falling open, Y/n felt a strong sensation washing over the entire length of her body. She called out his name which was music to his ears. The pleasure came in waves, continuing the pursuit relentlessly. Her body had grown so warm. She clenched around his cock as his fingers worked her through her orgasm. He choked at the feeling of her squeezing him, sensing that her body was trying to persuade him to follow.

But instead of letting his body fall into the pits of pleasure, Hunter began to slow his thrusts and carefully helped her down from her high. As her senses came back to reality, Y/n looked up at him in slight confusion. She noticed that he had stopped thrusting at this point, but kept himself inside her for the time being.

"Y--You didn't come," Y/n panted with a. shake of her head. Her brows were furrowed in concern and confusion, but he reassured her with a small smile.

"Not yet," Hunter teased.

Before Y/n was able to say anything to argue against this, Hunter had managed to take matters into his own hands. With his arm wrapped around her waist, they switched positions and flipped over in the bed. Now, still holding him inside her, Y/n was seated on top of him and straddling him. Her legs stayed on either side of him, caging him down to the bed. She lowered her hands onto his abdomen to maintain her balance.

He let her take all the time she needed to adjust to this new position, knowing how deeply seated he was within her. She shuddered against him, still feeling the affects from her last orgasm. She closed her eyes momentarily to gather her thoughts.

This is exactly what he wanted: to watch her take him from above. In a way, this position mirrored their roles in this whole arrangement. She was a senator that he worked for; she would always be above him in society and he wanted her to be above him in bed. He wanted nothing more than to see her riding him.

Hesitantly, Hunter's hands drifted upwards to grasp her hips. He started out slow, guiding her hips to rock against his own. She carefully raised herself up until just the tip with in her before she fully sinking down and taking him back in. He cursed under his breath, eyes closing for a brief moment to enjoy the feeling of her riding him. She continued her process, lifting her hips up and sliding right back down.

It was like she could feel every part of him filling her up to the hilt. Her hands dragged up to the center of his chest, holding him down and feeling how his muscles clenched beneath her. His hands, which previously were situated on her hips, now rested on the firmness of her ass. He lifted her up slowly and helped her ease back down onto him.

The sight of him being beneath her was certainly a sight. She more determined now to make him come in this position. She watched him with hooded eyelids. His eyes were kept shut as if he was trying to contain himself, feeling almost too overwhelmed with the amount of bliss he was experiencing. He moved his head forward until his chin was pressed against his chest. He released a grunt as she rode him expertly.

"You've been holding back," Y/n made note of. He asked her not to hold back earlier so she wondered why he was suddenly holding back. "Think I can't handle it? That I can't take you?" She wondered.

He threw his head back against the sheets, opening his eyes to meet her gaze. His chest heaved with each breath.

All of the sudden, Y/n dropped her hips down roughly and forced him to bottom out inside her, instantly drawing a sharp gasp out of him. She picked up her pace, rising and falling with such speed that her legs started to go numb. She felt like she was being split open by him with each drop. Her breasts bounced teasingly above him, matching the movement of her hips.

The sound of their thighs slapping together began to fill the room. The tension was growing with each second; the thread threatening to break any second now. Feeling him hit that spot deep inside her. Grinding against his abdomen to stimulate her bundle of nerves with every drag of her hips. The growing warmth that blossomed in the pit of her stomach made her desperate to come on him.

"I can handle it," Y/n reassured him.

She took him right there for everything he was worth, fucking him until he was at a loss for words. He watched her breathlessly above him, feeling that knot tighten within him.

"Take me, Hunter." She challenged him. He searched her eyes. "Fuck me. And don't hold back."

It was like a switch flipped in his head. He roughly grabbed her hips to halt her movements, keeping her still against him. He shifts his feet behind her, planting them down into the mattress and raising her upwards ever so slightly. He begins to thrust his hips up to meet hers, fucking up into her as hard and fast as possible.

The force of his movements almost causes her to lose balance so she quickly places her hands on his chest to steady herself. She mewled at the feeling of him driving his thick cock in and out of her at such speed. With her eyes closed, Y/n could have sworn she saw stars. She breathed his name like a prayer.

"You want me to fuck you? Want me to take you and claim you?" Hunter grunted out. He roughly fucked up into her, which made her release a small gasp of surprise. "And ruin a pretty little senator?"

"Yes sergeant," Y/n moaned for him.

Hearing his own title caused his cock to twitch violently in her. His thrusts grew more desperate, pistoning up into her so hard that it knocked the wind out of her. They were both drawing close to their climaxes, ready to finally reach their peaks together.

"C--Come with me, mesh'la."

The waves of white hot pleasure exploded within them, wracking their bodies with the strongest form of pure bliss. Her walls contracted so tightly around him and his cock throbbed within her. The white ropes of his release painting the insides of her walls and her own mess of arousal now coated his abdomen.

Coming down from their highs, Hunter was still pumping slowly into her to help her down from it. His hips eventually stilled, holding her above him for the moment. They panted steadily to regain their breath.

With much care, Y/n was able to lift her hips until he slipped out of her. She collapsed beside him into the mess of sheets, cuddling his side by laying next to him. He looped a hand behind his head to support it. His eyes locked on the ceiling above him.

It didn't take long for her to drift off into a peaceful sleep, but he didn't mind at all. He soon followed behind her, closing his eyes to relax his body into the night. They lay in each other's arms, already realizing something important.

The likelihood that they'd ever get to experience this time alone would be scarce and rare. It was both of their desires to remember this night as their first together and quite possibly their last. And they both had this understanding that nobody else had ever come close or would come close in the future to bringing them as much pleasure as they experienced right then and there. They were ruined for one another. But they didn't seem to care.

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