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His footsteps were loud against the durasteel floor, Wolffe nodded politely at his brothers, their grey markings on their uniform bringing a small smile on his lips under his helmet. His body was aching under his armour, the 104th had not long left Felucia with the 212th after a tiring battle with the clankers.
They had won of course.
He was actually on his way to his barracks before he was pinged by General Plo Koon, requesting his presence on the bridge. Stopping at the doors which led onto the bridge, he removed his helmet, the doors hissing open as Cody stepped from the bridge, his lips curving into a smirk when he noticed Wolffe.
“The generals are waiting for you inside.” Cody told him, Wolffe’s eyebrows raising slightly at the fact that General Kenobi was also waiting for him. “Am I in trouble?” He half-joked, Cody shaking his head. “No, but you definitely ain’t gonna like it.” Cody patted him on the shoulder, moving past him as he made his way through the corridor and towards the barracks.
Steeling himself, Wolffe made his way into the bridge.
“Wolffe, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?” Plo Koon’s calm voice spoke, Wolffe saluting politely at his generals before stopping at the hologram table, the lights from Hyper-space travel bright through the large windows. “You didn’t General, was just got to grab some sleep.” He told him, wondering what his General’s expression was underneath that mask.
He’d never seen him without it.
“Then I am sorry that we interrupted, your much-deserved rest. But we have a problem.” Obi-Wan spoke, Wolffe frowning slightly wondering what could’ve happened which he was needed.
Wouldn’t they need Cody too?
“How can I help Generals?” He asked, not even hesitating. If he was needed for the good of the Republic, he would do anything in his power to help. It was his duty as a soldier. “We have just been given crucial information. We have it in good knowledge that in Mos Espa on Tatooine there is a Separatist scout with crucial information for their next attack. We need you to go undercover and recover that information. You’ll be staying at a Cantina called the Sanctuary where you have a room rented, and you’re a new and upcoming bounty hunter.” Wolffe felt his lips twist in a grimace, he didn’t like the idea of being stuck on a planet as hot as Tatooine looking for a scout.
“How long will I be there?” He asked, already dreading the answer. Both Obi-Wan and Plo Koon exchanged glances before Plo Koon spoke. “Until the scout has been located and the information retrieved.”
Cody was right, he didn’t like this plan.
***
It was too damn hot.
Y/N always hated living on this damn desert planet, the weather never changed and violence littered the streets of Mos Espa. She had lived in this shit hole her whole life, her Pa had abandoned her when she was little and her Ma died a few years later. She had no choice but to adapt, it was life or death on the streets of Mos Espa. Thankfully she had found an abandoned building on the outskirts of Mos Espa, which she claimed it as her home. It wasn’t anything special, but it was a roof over her head and she didn’t have any trouble.
She had learned to keep a low profile.
She leaned against a synstone wall, her hands shoved deep in the pockets of her cotton pants. She had her hood pulled up over her head, casting a shadow over her face as she observed the passers-by. Her fingers were twitching against her legs, her lips pulled between her teeth. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday and she needed money for food…money she didn’t have.
She needed to find a target where she could snatch something of worth…just enough to be able to sell and grab a few credits to tie her over. A glint of armour caught her attention, her eyes snapped towards that direction.
She’d never seen him before.
He was dressed in typical civilian clothes, but his torso was covered in a deep red chest plate. He wore two blasters on his hips, his hands resting casually against the holsters as he glanced around, his lips drawn into a thin line. He was handsome…there was no getting around it. His raven hair was cut short, but ruffled as if he’d been running his hand through it. His strong jaw was framed by neatly trimmed stubble, y/n having the urge to reach out and feel the coarse feeling against her fingers. But the most hypnotizing thing was his eyes, he was blind in his right eye, a horrible-looking scar where he’d obviously been caught in a bad fight. But his left eye was a deep golden colour, but specks of brown catching the suns.
Inhaling a deep breath, she made her move.
***
Wolffe hated it here.
He didn’t have any idea who the Separatist scout was, he’d gotten a few strong leads but they all led to nothing. How was he meant to find a Separatist scumbag in a place which only seemed to have scumbags? Someone collided with him, Wolffe grunting at the contact before he felt a hand slide to his blaster. He immediately snatched the hand, his eyes snapping to the hooded figure with a hard stare.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” He warned, the hand immediately letting go of the blaster as he met the eyes of a woman. He loosened his grip slightly, the woman smirking from underneath her hood. She pulled her hand from his grip, her eyes shining with mirth as she crossed her arms across her chest.
“Next time I’ll try someone easier,” she told him, winking before making a move to stride past. He clutched onto her bicep, her body tensing under his grasp as she turned to him. Her face was neutral except for the corner of her eyes widening a fraction. “Darling, I’m gonna let you off with a warning, but don’t steal…it’s beneath you.” He told her, his voice rolling of his tongue like silk before he released her.
“I promise!” She told him, a smile on her face and her eyes glinting before she faked saluting him before disappearing down an alley, Wolffe’s eyes’ widening slightly at her speed, but he was sure of one thing.
She was breaking the promise.
***
The twin suns had set and Wolffe was close to just giving up. The only place he hadn’t checked was the Marshall office which was located in the outskirts of Mos Espa. If the Marshall didn’t have any clue, Wolffe would comm General Plo and ask for advice.
Maybe they had gotten new information since he departed?
The doors to the Marshall’s office hissed open, Wolffe’s gaze immediately falling onto a Gram who seemed more occupied with his datapad, his three eyes staying fixed even when Wolffe coughed clearing his throat. A flash of movement from one of the cells caught his attention, Wolffe’s eyes widening as a familiar figure smirked at him from behind the ray shield.
“What are you doing in here?” He asked her, the woman chuckling as she gave him a guilty smile. “I broke my promise,” she admitted, her words making Wolffe shake his head slightly, just like he knew she would. “Orphan filth like her deserves to rot!” The Gram spoke, Wolffe narrowing his eyes into a hard stare as he snapped his attention towards the alien. He gritted his teeth, his fingers clenching into a fist as he folded his arms over his chest.
“How much for her release?” He asked, the Gram seemed caught off guard by the question. “200 credits.” He grumbled, Wolffe already digging into his small satchel and throwing the credits onto the table, making them bounce slightly before the Gram rolled his three eyes, the ray shield disappearing as the woman slowly made her way from the cell.
“Why did you help me?” She asked softly, all smugness and cockiness gone from her voice. Her eyes seemed genuinely confused, like she wasn’t used to people helping her. And if what the Gram said about her being an orphan…especially in a place like Mos Espa. Wolffe didn’t doubt it for a second that no one ever helped her.
“I know what it’s like to have no parents. If you want a warm shower and a comfortable bed for the night, you’re more than welcome to my room.” He told her softly, her eyes widening before she bit down on her bottom lip, her head jerking in a soft nod.
“I’d like that…thank you,”
***
“Fancy room.” Y/N whispered softly, her eyes scanning the large room that the bounty hunter was renting. She glanced towards the man, watching as he unbuckled his holster before placing it on the small desk in the corner of the room, emptying his satchel next to them as a small handful of credits bounced free. She still felt caught off guard, when she’d been caught pickpocketing, she honestly thought she’d be left in the cell to rot until the end of her days.
It's not like she could afford her own release.
She never expected to see the handsome man from this morning, the very same man whom she attempted to rob actually pay for her release. She definitely didn’t expect him to offer her a warm shower and a comfortable bed. “Fresher is through there,” his gruff voice spoke, nearly making her jump as she looked to the door which must lead to the fresher. She turned towards him, but he was concentrating on his chest place, removing the piece of armour before resting it next to the desk against the wall. As if he could feel her gaze, he met her eyes raising one eyebrow at her, her cheeks flushing as she quickly glanced away.
“I’m going to take that shower now,” she whispered, heat rolling down her spine as she hurried into the fresher. Wolffe watched her leave with wide eyes, his head cocked to the side as the door hissed closed. After a few minutes, he heard the water start, and suddenly the image of the little thief completely bare and her water slippery from the water bombarded into his thoughts, his cock throbbing inside his pants.
He felt like he couldn’t catch his breath, warmth spreading through him at the fact there was a beautiful, naked woman just a few feet from him. Longing whispered through him, his cock aching with need as he clenched his hands into fists, trying to calm down the racing desire which was running through his veins.
It had been so long since he’d been with someone.
The water stopped running, Wolffe releasing a relieved breath as he relaxed his fists. The doors hissed open and y/n strides into the room, dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. Her damp blonde hair was hanging over her shoulders, her skin beautifully flushed from the heat of the water as she turned to him with a shy smile.
It would be so easy for him to stride over and rip the towel from her body, fuck her so hard her cries of pleasure would echo throughout the whole of Mos Espa. He clenched his hands back into fists, “I should leave,” he whispered, his voice husky as he kept his gaze fixed on her. She didn’t look away, her own blue gaze fixed on his golden as she slowly reached for the towel before unhooking it, letting the fabric fall to the floor.
Wolffe hurried towards her, pinning her against the wall as he took her lips in a wild kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She gasped against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed his thigh between her legs, y/n rocking against him, a moan rattling free from her throat. Wolffe grunted against her lips, cupping her ass in his hands before lifting her from the ground, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips as he hurried towards the bed, gently depositing her against the soft mattress.
He pulled his clothes from his body, leaving only his boxers on as he gently leaned over her, resting his knees on the bed as he trailed kisses along her neck, gently trailing them down her body. Taking her knees in his hands, he slowly bent them before kissing down her thigh, his stubble scratching at the soft skin as he teased his lips against her inner thigh. He let out a slow breath, a soft shiver of pleasure running up her spine as he took her thighs in his hands, holding her legs open.
He pressed a soft kiss against her clit, his lips turning into a smug smile when she tried to buck her hips against him, chasing the contact. He ran his gaze up her body, her own blue meeting his golden before he ran a long drag of his tongue between her folds. When her wetness touched his tongue he groaned deep in his throat and lost all control, his lips latching onto her clit, lapping furiously with his tongue.
She bucked against him, her moans were loud as she clutched at the soft strands of his hair. The pleasure was running through her body, her orgasm forming quickly in the pit of her stomach as she arched her back against the mattress, her cries desperate.
“I’m coming!” She suddenly screamed out, her thighs trembling in his grasp as he slowed his mouth down, gently pulling back from her as he looked down at her with a smirk. He pushed himself from the bed, pushing his boxers over his hips as she leaned up on her elbows, her gaze hungry as his cock came into view.
“Ready for me?” He asked, taking himself in his hand as he slowly stroked himself, her eyes heating as she watched him, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “You know I am,” she purred, her hands trailing over her breasts and lower, his cock throbbing in his hand as he quickly dived towards her, snatching her hands between his own as he pushed them against the bed, her legs automatically snapping around his hips.
He slid himself into her, matching moans leaving their lips as she arched underneath him, her own grasp tightening on his. He leaned back, gently releasing her hands so he could hook her one leg over his shoulder, the angle sliding him deeper as she cried out, her core clenching around him.
With every thrust, his hips moved more and more urgently against her, the sounds of their bodies meeting echoing around the room as she clutched at the sheets below her, her mouth dropped open in large moans as she tried to move against him.
“Good?” He grunted, his voice breaking off into a moan as he gripped her hips, tilting her upwards. The change in the angle made him brush against a spot that had her seeing stars, hot pleasure rolling through her in waves as she cried out.
“So good!” She moaned, her breath hitching as his teeth grazed against her leg on his shoulder. He moved more urgently against her, each thrust of his hips increasing, every thrust building the tension building in the base of his spine.
“I’m close! I’m so close!” She cried, her breaths sounding more like gasps as she suddenly tightened around him. His own orgasm was suddenly ripped from him, his cock throbbing as he groaned loudly, gently pumping his hips against her as he filled her. After a few moments he slowly slid free of her, gently lowering her leg to the bed as he collapsed beside her, his breaths leaving him in heavy pants.
“Damn.” He chuckled, his muscles feeling relaxed as he leaned back against the pillows.
“My thoughts exactly,” she breathed, her own breath heavy.
***
His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he noticed was the suns had risen and he was lying on his bed naked, the blanket pooled around his hips. He had taken y/n another two times throughout the night before they finally gave in to sleep. Wolffe felt relaxed, his muscles soft as he slowly pushed himself into a seated position, his lips quirking into a smirk when he noticed the bed was empty beside him.
He hadn’t expected her to stay.
He glanced to the desk, letting out a grateful sigh when his armour and blasters were where he left them the night before. But a loud bark of laughter escaped him when he noticed a handful of credits had disappeared from the desk, Wolffe shaking his head fondly as he slipped his boxers over his hips.
She was one hell of a woman.
He’d have to hunt her down.
To get his credits back…of course.