From Hell to Heaven, In The Arms of a Soldier

Ahsoka's recovery had gone smooth, at least physically.

Her mental health was decimated.

And Rex knew it.

Rex knew she had some reason to cling to him. Maybe it was because he resuced her. Maybe because they had spent so much time together. But what he did know, was that she wanted him, in more ways than one.

Rex went into his quarters, removing his armor. He laid down onto his small but comfortable bunk and rested his hands back. He closed his eyes, thinking back to that day.

He carried her up the stairs, a small trickle of blook running down his leg guard, coming from her...

After getting into the gunship, they had immediatly taken her to a medical wing, but she refused to let anyone but Rex treat her. Rex had no experience, so they ended up putting her to sleep in order to do the procedure.

Knock knock

Rex's eyes flashed open, and he walked over to the door. As he opened it, Ahsoka was standing there. She looked up, tears in her eyes, and she rushed into his room and sat on the edge of his bunk. Rex followed behind, ensuring she was alright.

"Commander, are you-"

"No. I'm not." her voice was broken and quiet. He knew he had to help her, but he didn't know how.

"I wanted it to be you, Rex."

"What?"

"Yeah. I wanted you to take that last strand of innocense from me. I knew you would have been gentle and caring, going slow with me and being careful." Ahsoka began to bawl, her face landing on Rex's lap. Not knowing what to do, he massaged her lekku. Ahsoka replied with small moans in between her crying. Not long after, her crying stopped, only the moans remained.

"I still want you, Rex."

"Commander, we can't-"

"It's Ahsoka. And yes we can." Ahsoka looked Rex in the eyes. "Please. For me."

Rex sighed. He nodded aproval. Ahsoka stripped away his groin cloth, revealing his manhood. 

"Wow... It's... So.... Big!" Ahsoka seemed to get slightly happier upon seeing him.