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You pace back and forth in front of your workstation in the ship’s hangar. You just finished the last of your tasks for the shift, but he isn’t here yet.
You glance around again, fiddling with the various zippers and pockets on the flight suit you’re required to wear as a mechanic. Fiddling with the zippers usually helps calm your nerves. Nerves that are currently running rampant. He’s late, and you need something to do with your hands while you wait, but you’re done with all of your work.
Inhaling deeply, you close your eyes and sink onto the work stool at your station. You slump forward across the workstation surface, fighting the urge to organize your tools for the umpteenth time. You’ve already cleaned and organized your work area several times while waiting.
You sigh, eyes scanning the hangar for any sign of him. Briefly, you wonder what could be delaying him. You both made sure to check your schedules before planning this. Anxiety spikes in your chest as you consider the fact that maybe he just doesn’t want to come. Maybe, he got tired of you.
The thought makes your throat go tight with uncertainty. You breathe through your nose with clenched fists digging crescents into your palms.
You’re considering just going back to your quarters to mope in peace in your bunk when movement catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. Steeling yourself for an unwanted interaction with a coworker, you turn, back tense and a fake smile firmly plastered across your face.
“What, not excited to see me?” Rex asks.
“Rex!”
You glance around the hangar, making sure the coast is clear, before throwing your arms around him, practically hanging off of him. The rich sound of his laughter reverberates through your chest, and you relish in the warmth of his hands as he runs them up and down your back.
“So you are excited to see me,” he says, peering down at you with sparkling eyes and a soft smile that warms you to your core. Bright elation fills your heart and spreads to the tips of your fingers and toes. Being with Rex feels like sunshine, warming you even on the worst days.
“Yeah, I missed you,” you murmur, before pulling back with a mock frown. “But you were late! What happened?”
“The General.”
Well, that’s explanation enough. You laugh at Rex’s aggravated expression, giving him a quick peck on the cheek when he rolls his eyes at you.
Rex glances around the hangar, pulling back from you and motioning you to follow him.
“Where are we going?” you ask.
“Somewhere I can actually kiss you, mesh’la.”
You stumble, cheeks heating with embarrassment and pleasure at his words. Rex chuckles as he ushers you behind a stack of supply crates.
“Well this is coz-”
Warm lips and reaching hands cut you off. You fall into Rex’s embrace, delighted laughter on your lips. Gentle hands cradle your head and calloused thumbs brush back and forth across your cheekbones. Gentle sighs and soft hums fill the air around you. The kiss stays soft. It’s sweet and tender and everything good in the galaxy, all contained within the embrace of Rex’s arms.