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Finally, Rex reacts and tries to turn around on her arms, confused but thrilled he needs answers. Before he could articulate a word, Ahsoka starts to talk:
“I thought I’d be the greatest apprentice of the Academy; I thought my Master would be the wisest being of the Galaxy; I thought I would be a Jedi my whole life. I thought-“, Ahsoka did a pause; her voice was tranquil in contrast of her grip keeping Rex close to her. “In the end, I had nothing of that. Nothing I have dreamed of exists. Even so, I still had a current dream after leaving the Order”, she grins against his chest because of her slight confession.
Ahsoka released him slowly to make sure he’s not gonna run away from her. She takes her time to look at him in the eyes and speak out, at last.
“You all were my family all the time, that’s out of the discussion, but, I thought I could have one of my own after the war. Even if I were not part of the Jedi Order already, chaos was present everywhere I went. That never stopped me to cherish something quite impossible at the time. And maybe-“, Ahsoka cups his cheek carefully for an instant, afraid to scare him or offend him, “Maybe I could finally have that life. Finally I have the chance.”
Rex felt like he was about to slump. It was a miracle he kept on feet. Ahsoka couldn’t help but give him a wide smile and rest the side of her face against his chest, which was bumping aggressively, hoping he got the idea. Placing both arms around his broad shoulders and sighing with feigned peace.
“Ahsoka, I-“, Rex started, unable to continue not knowing what he was going to say next. With a mind in blank, did he actually have something to say? All this was amazingly overwhelming. Her touch, her compassion, her skin…
Ahsoka looked at him again and trailed one hand to the back of his neck, rubbing the perfect line of his strong jaw with her thumb with such affection and affinity. Her kindness provoked on him to close his eyes, needing her palm on his face again. To feel her softness on him, on his existence. Rex needed to praise her hand with smooth kisses, each one being an eternal vow until his death to whatever her wish might be.
As if she could see his thoughts, her free hand traveled to his cheek tenderly. Rex’s heart bumped for a bit and his mind took few seconds to react to the sensation. The moment to praise and vow was now. Leaned to her touch, parted his lips and drove them to her palm now that he turned his face. As he promised in silence, after a while caressing her hand, looked at her right to the eyes to ensure she was there with him, and started to kiss her palm. With both hands, held her hand and forearm. Leaving ghosting caresses with his dry lips, navigating to her wrist and going back to the palm with eyes shut. Ahsoka couldn't keep the tears by the gesture and sobbed loudly. Rex saw her again and kept her fingertips on his lips carefully, clenched his teeth and gulped because of her reaction. Did he do wrong?
In the end, Ahsoka took the enough courage to pull him forward and kiss him. Ahsoka finally kissed him and every vow he swore, every promise he made was fulfilled. After all the pain and joy the both of them could feel before, this was their gift, their solace. This was glory. Pure and solely pleasure, they couldn't crave for something else but this.
Rex broke the kiss for a moment; he couldn’t believe what was happening. His breathing was shaking, felt his heart in the middle of his throat. Giggled nervously and gulped again, both hands were cupping her face; her beautiful eyes were watering still but she was smiling. It has been years since the last time Rex saw her smile, such a precious treasure was worth to die for to keep it like this, right there.
“Ahsoka”, he breathed it out with a shaky voice and embraced her to kiss her again.
Passion was aggressive to describe their union; love was lenient; nothing in the galaxy could explain their act, they thought. This was terrifying and incredible; they had such a power in their hands. The kind of power someone can hardly acquire doing something so spellbinding and artless. Something so unique, so intimate. Nothing compares to this, to his touch, to her lips. They were alive at last.