Jealous
For @Angelltheninth on Tumblr. Apart of the Clone Fic Gift Exchange. (Cross-posted on Wattpad, Quotev, Inkitt, and AO3).
79′s had always been the place to be for clones looking for a good time when visiting Coruscant. Many had told stories about their nights there since the war had started so many moons ago. Drunken moments of clumsiness, slurred compliments to the never-ending stream of beautiful bar hoppers, and even pranks and never-ending mischievous antics had taken place at the club. So when given the chance Wrecker had dragged each of his brothers there, for a night of fun and drinking. Tech had been enthusiastic about going, mentioning a hypothesis he wanted to try out. Crosshair and Hunter on the other hand wanted nothing more than a quiet evening in the barracks. An evening Wrecker with the help of Tech was determined to deny the pair of them.
If only Hunter had known, that night he’d meet (Y/N).
The night had started out quietly enough when the squad known as the Bad Batch arrived, it was before the peak times. Only a few were there, the odd Twi’lek waiting for the night to go on, a few groups of people celebrating something or anticipating the night of fun. Some other clones were there too, a few Captains and Commanders in the booth furthest from the bar, partly shrouded in shadow. Commander Cody was among them.
As the night went on and the drinks flowed, Hunter had become a little overwhelmed, his senses being overstimulated by the strobe lights, loud music, and the constant scent of alcohol and arousal. The Sergeant had tried his best to ignore the headache beginning to build, offering a brotherly grin upon noticing Tech surrounded by a group of women as if he’d gained his very own fan club. Wrecker’s attempt to flirt drew a chuckle from Crosshair, as the sniper shook his head and offered an apology to the beautiful woman the bigger softy had accidentally offended. Even Hunter had chuckled to see the antics the captains and commanders from earlier in the night got up to in their drunken state. Listening to the stories Cody told about the time they’d each taken upon themselves to confuse their Jedi Generals. Even how General Plo had gone along with it.
“I’m gonna get some air” announced Hunter, when Crosshair returned to the booth. The sniper had given him a look of concern, but nodded nonetheless, offering to accompany him. An offer Hunter had rejected, insisting his brother enjoy himself and continue with his efforts at winding up Commander Wolffe. Something very few would attempt to try with the battle-worn commander. It was only when Hunter stepped outside and the cool air rushed over him did he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The pounding in his head stopped, much like the flashing behind his eyes did. His golden eyes took in the view of Coruscant before him, how the skyscrapers different in size, all lighting up like Christmas trees, all glowing, the many vehicles passing by creating a steady rainbow-colored stream. The music from the club offering small vibrations and dulled musical rhythms.
It was only when Hunter had taken a few steps away from 79′s and towards the barrier preventing patrons from falling from the edge. Did he crash into someone? At first, he’d been too stunned to realize what happened, the small yelp to escape the other person hadn’t even registered, even less so when Hunter’s senses had been overtaken by the sweet scent of jasmine and aloe vera. Only when he shook his head did he notice the smaller woman on the ground before him, looking just as shocked as him. She quickly scrambled to pick her small sparkling bag up from the ground and the contents of it, to have flooded the area around her. Words of apology flew from her painted lips, as she rushed to apologize. Her eyes with a range of emotions flooding through them as she refused to look at Hunter out of embarrassment.
“It was my fault” were the first words Hunter managed to form, taken aback by her beauty. As he attempted to burn her image into his mind, recognition soon hit him. He has seen her before, at the military base there on Coruscant. She was one of the many civvi recruits apart of the GAR. He last caught a glimpse of her a few hours prior, all but dragging Commander’s Wolffe and Cody somewhere, gently guiding Captain Howzer along as well. All three men had been resisting a little but complying as if they knew it was pointless to argue back with her. “You’re (Y/N), one of the medics at the base” spoke Hunter, his voice croaky, as if he couldn’t believe his luck to finally meet the woman famous among the clones.
(Y/N) had nodded, confusion appearing in her eyes, as she tried to determine if she’d treated him before for an injury. She never forgot the faces of her patients even if most of them had the same one. She always remembered their names and the little things that made each so different. It soon dawned on her when she had come across Hunter, he’d been at Crosshair’s side when he’d been sent for a check up, upon returning from a grueling battle. The sniper had been complaining of a pain in his neck for some time, although Crosshair had laughed it off, saying it was coursed by having to save his brothers so often.
“Sergeant Hunter” replied (Y/N), sweeping some loose strands of her freely flowing hair behind her pierced ear. Her eyes glowed with recognition. Although they’d never personally met, she knew him from the stories Cody told of Clone Force 99, from the missions they shared together. Hunter merely shook his head upon hearing his military rank, even more so when it slipped from the lips of such a beautiful woman. The stories he’d heard hadn’t done her justice, to Hunter and likely many others, she was equal to that of a goddess with the ability to heal those who needed it.
“Going inside?” asked Hunter, slightly scolding himself for how shaky his normally smokey voice sounded. (Y/N) merely shook her head, gesturing instead to the area the air taxis normally came and went from. Only now did Hunter, notice her eyes glistening with unushered tears, it being clear something had hurt her, even when she tried her best to hide it behind her sweet smile. Hunter had been about to ask what happened, to offer to escort her home as any gentlemen would, when the doors to the bar flew open, Wolffe all but stalking out, grumbling about something, Crosshair following behind as if he was a fanboy of the strict commander, ignoring the growls rumbling from Wolffe.
(Y/N) couldn’t help the laugh to escape her. Her failure continued when she attempted to be quiet. Wolffe merely rolled his eyes as he normally did, shaking his head mere seconds later before turning to face his latest follower. The sternest look on his lips. Although it appeared as if Crosshair was ignoring it, even when it was clear the sniper wasn’t as intoxicated as he acted.
“No throwing people off the edge” called (Y/N), as she returned her attention back to hailing a taxi. Turning back in time to see Wolffe playfully salute her. She hadn’t heard Wolffe growl at Hunter to take care of her and ensure she arrived back at her apartment safely. Nor had she seen Hunter nod in confirmation before jogging to catch up. Instead, she had simply assumed he was being a gentleman, as many of the clones were.
The taxi ride had been short, an almost awkward quietness falling between them. The only sounds were the squeaking sounds from the leather seats and the rambles of the drive. Although Hunter had been sure his thunderous heartbeat had been the loudest thing. Even more so upon feeling it beat harder at the closeness. The taxi was small, so (Y/N) and himself had been squished together. Her small thighs pressed together, as she attempted not to intrude on his personal space. Her hands rested in her lap, to ensure her fingers didn’t accidentally brush against him or make their current predicament any more uncomfortable than it already was.
In Hunter’s intoxicated state, he’d allowed himself to become lost in her sweet-smelling scent. The jasmine and aloe vera became like a drug to him, yet at the same time he resisted the urge to move closer and bury his nose in the crook of her neck. Surely Wolffe would hunt him down should he do anything that made her uncomfortable or hurt her. Even the blind could see the Commander like so many others was protective of her. Relief washed over the Sergeant the moment the taxi stopped, (Y/N) kindly paid and thanked the talkative driver, all but dragging Hunter out with her to prevent an unnecessary round trip. If only she knew what her soft touch did to the man in her grip.
The steady walk to the apartment hadn’t helped Hunter with his self-control. (Y/N) quiet as she lead the way, her smile smoothing, although the silence had become more comfortable between them. At first, Hunter had been resistant about entering the apartment building, stating he only wanted to ensure she was safe, almost as if he could still hear Wolffe’s growls in the back of his mind, threatening him not to try anything or press his luck. (Y/N) had been insistent he come inside, using the excuse it was a safe place for him to lie his head and rest for the night, instead of trusting his drunken mind to get him back to the barracks in one piece.
Upon entering (Y/N)’s apartment, Hunter was almost instantly overwhelmed with a vanilla scent, mixing with wild lavender. Although the lights were dim, he could make out the layout. They’d entered a small hall, a greyish durasteel door to the right, another a little further down to the left. At the end was an opening, (Y/N) lead him through, revealing a living room with access to a small golden balcony, the room was small but comfortable with a simple layout. A small library area in the dark nook of the room, next to another greyish door. Without a word and with (Y/N)’s direction, Hunter flopped down on the plush sofa, the sensation he was sinking into the cushion slowly entering his mind, yet he didn’t dare pay it any attention.
Instead, his golden eyes clung to (Y/N) as she gently placed her jacket over the back of one of the stools at the breakfast bar. Her handbag with it. Before she waltzed into the kitchen to retrieve something, her hips swinging slightly as she did so. Only now did Hunter really take notice of (Y/N), the glittery dress short but also modest and hugging her figure, making her appear as if she was a model of some kind, the boots she wore reaching just above the knee, they had glittery decorations to match her dress. Appearing as if they’d been added at some point and not actually part of the boot’s original design.
Hunter soon managed to drag himself from the sofa, being sure not to crash into anything or knock anything over. Slowly he made his way through the door (Y/N) had entered through mere moments before. Only to realize it was a neat kitchen, appearing as if it had never been used, despite the items scattering across the surface. (Y/N), was across the small room, a glass in hand under the running tap, a small box next to her on the counter. She hadn’t heard him coming nor been aware he was there until she turned, almost dropping the glass of water in her hand. Hunter surprised himself with his quick movement, catching the glass before it shattered against the cold tiled floor. (Y/N) offered a small smile before putting something in the glass and turning Hunter back towards the living room. Ensuring he got there safely before gesturing him to drink.
“Are you and Wolffe dating?” asked Hunter, surprising even himself those words had left his lips. He didn’t dare look at (Y/N), afraid of how she would react to his question. Instead, the Sergeant occupied himself with looking around the apartment, seeing little keepsakes, ornaments, and a few photos displayed around the room, even the book (Y/N) had been using to study on the coffee table between them. Hunter found relief to see none of the pictures displayed her with anyone in a romantic way. If anything, the people in the photos seemed to be friends and family members, the people she loved but didn’t see often due to her work and other life stuff.
A small laugh to escape (Y/N) drew Hunter’s attention back to her. Instead of the anger and judgment, he’d expected her to display. Her eyes lit up with amusement, a small grin threatening to form on her lips, as she continued her fight against it and whatever had tickled her thoughts. She must have seen his confusion, as she simply looked away as she attempted to regain her calm composure. As she did Hunter returned to looking around the living room, any sign that Wolffe stayed there during his time away from the battlefield. Yet found nothing, a sense of relief washing over him as he attempted to push away the jealousy.
“I don’t need to be a Jedi to sense your jealousy, Sergeant” commented (Y/N) with a teasing tone to her voice. Yet she couldn’t help but imagine Wolffe’s reaction to the suggestion the pair were in a relationship. He’d give himself an aneurysm just thinking about it, although it would make for a good ongoing and likely inside joke between them. Hunter soon sat up a little straighter, upon her softly spoken all be it teasing words reaching him. Had he been that obvious? Or was she just good at reading those around her as if they were open books? Only as Hunter did another sweep of the objects decorating the room, did he see the wooden carving of a wolf, the same one that adorned the armor of Wolffe and the other members of the famed Wolf Pack. He felt his heart sink upon seeing it, (Y/N) soon turned to where he was staring chuckling once more upon realizing where his mind had jumped to.
“I’m not jealous” retorted Hunter, trying to cover his growing envy. Suddenly he found he was jealous, if only he’d met her before Wolffe had, then maybe she’d be his instead. Once again (Y/N) laughed, as if she could read his mind, although she made no move to get closer to him, instead she allowed his mind to wander just a little more before settling it completely.
“The carving is from Boost. A thank you for leaving Wolffe speechless” explained (Y/N), proving the carving had been from another member of the Wolf pack. A reminder of the inside joke they shared during her time serving as a medic for the 104th Battalion, still to this day the memory never failed to bring a smile to her lips. “And your assumptions are incorrect, Wolffe and my relationship is more like siblings, he’s protective of me as he is for the rest of the Wolf Pack” explained the medic, trying her hardest to suppress the giggle threatening to escape her lips, as reality dawned on Hunter. How he’d misinterpreted everything so easy and worked himself into a jealous wreck for nothing.
“Good” replied Hunter quickly, once again surprising himself with the tone of his voice, how strong and commanding it was. He barely recognized it was his own voice. Quickly his attention returned to (Y/N) who didn’t move nor showed any reaction toward his response, all she did was raise an eyebrow at him. “Because you’re mine” he added with authority in his voice. He soon found the confidence to move closer to (Y/N), gently pulling her towards him. He felt the confident wave grow now he knew she wasn’t tied to Wolffe in any way other than friendship. The moment she was resting on his lap, his lips pressed to hers in a soft kiss. He’d expected her to push him away and scold him for his drunken actions yet she didn’t. Instead, her hands reached toward him, Hunter had thought her fingers would be tangled in his hair within seconds, so was surprised to hear the familiar click of his armor being disconnected.
“You’ll sleep better without it on” softly commented (Y/N), a caring tone to her voice. Hunter didn’t argue, instead closing his eyes as he felt her soft touch, feeling the burning sensation that lingered behind. A sigh left his lips upon feeling the weight of his armor be lifted, although he never heard a single piece of his armor clunk against the floor. He opened his eyes to find (Y/N) had carefully placed each piece with his discarded helmet on the comfy-looking chair, the one with a fluffy blanket strewed across it. He couldn’t explain the sudden wave of self-consciousness to wash over him now he was free of his armor, on instinct he folded his arms across his chest, looking anywhere but at (Y/N) in front of him.
Hunter wouldn’t admit it, but like all his clone brothers, he was touch starved. Something he doubted (Y/N) was in the dark about. He admired Cody who so freely greeted her with hugs upon seeing her again, just as others who had built a friendship with her did. He’d heard others talk about her kindness and how she treated them as people rather than Kaminoan property. She cared for each one to enter her little office for medical attention. The sergeant was brought from his trans-like state upon feeling a fluffy cushion bounce off the side of his head and shoulder, a light-hearted chuckle followed from across the room. It soon registered to Hunter, she’d thrown the feather pillow at him. Offering him more comfort for the night than his bunk in the barracks would.
A playful grin soon appeared across Hunter’s lips, with a burst of energy he lifted the light pillow to the side and moved from the plush sofa. Within moments he was before her again, an arm around her waist in a way similar to how one would entrap their lover. Still, she had caught him unawares. Despite being able to catch her in the playful game of cat and mouse, despite having her pressed against him. She still managed to get the blanket over his head before his lips could connect with hers again. She was playing with him, although he wondered if she knew what she was doing to him, how his body now yearned for her, especially now when she was so close.
Stepping back Hunter felt the back of the plush sofa against the back of his thighs, although he realized too late to do anything to stop himself from falling over it. (Y/N)’s playful and shocked yelp of surprise as she was pulled over the back of the sofa with him filled the room. His arms still locked around her waist, rendering her chances of escape to impossible. Not that she wanted to go anywhere. With another chuckle she pulled the warm blanket from Hunter’s head, not being able to stop herself from giggling at his messy and now static-filled hair. Just as she couldn’t ignore the lust making his golden eyes darker. He wanted her and made no attempt to hide it or his intentions.
Without a second thought Hunter’s lips found their way to the side of her neck, leaving sloppy kisses as he trailed up, a smirk appearing on his lips upon hearing her moan from the contact. Instead of connecting their lips in a fiery passion-filled kiss, Hunter instead decided to return to the spot on her neck, sucking slightly as he allowed his hands to roam over her body in an effort to memorize every curve. A moan of his own escaped the moment her cool hands found their way beneath the top of his blacks, roaming over his toned abs and chest.
“I love it when you kiss my neck” whispered (Y/N), as another moan escaped her. She felt her body heat up, as Hunter’s hands roamed lower, grazing against her thighs, although he quickly pulled it away, as if embarrassed where he’d roamed. (Y/N) on the other hand pulled him from her neck, a passion burning in her eyes, making them darker than they naturally were. A wicked smile accompanied the lust, as she pushed him back, before reaching down to unzip her boots. Hunter almost pined for her to return her hands to their former place on his chest. “Catch me if you can Sergeant” teased (Y/N), as she quickly got up from the plush sofa and made for the grey-ish door near the library nook. Another sweet but playful giggle escaped her as she did so. Hunter wasted little time in jumping up, following along behind her, making a mental note to get her back for the teasing later on. But for now, he was happy to play along and surrender to her and the obvious overstimulation to come with the night of lust and passion.
