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1. You're My Home by IKnowWhatToSayNow

   Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types  

   • Explicit
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • F/F
   • Complete Work

   30 Oct 2022

   Tags

   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Hera Syndulla/Aayla Secura
   • CT-6734 | Galle
   • A Whole Lotta Clones
   • CC-5052 | Bly
   • Hera Syndulla
   • Aayla Secura
   • Cham Syndulla
   • Ryl Spy! Hera Syndulla
   • Minor CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura
   • 79s
   • Slutty Bartender as a Cover
   • Free Ryloth
   • alcohol use
   • Lekku Sexual Play (Star Wars)
   • Cunnilingus
   • Vaginal Fingering
   • Anal Fingering
   • Twi'lek Physiology
   • Inspired By
   • Still Not an Order 66 Fix It
   • Angst
   • Smut
   • Polyamory
   • Another Accidental Work of Porn that Turned Into a Whole Bunch of Damn Plot
   • Planet Ryloth | Twi'lek (Star Wars)
   • Homesickness
   • Ryl
   • Denial of Feelings
   • Hera? Not a fan of Humans
   • using sex as a weapon
   • Emotionally Repressed Hera Syndulla
   • Seriously This Turned Into a Big Damn Thing
   • Rarepair
   • Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting
   • Strangers to Lovers
   • acceptance of feelings
   • No beta we die and proofread like stormtroopers which means we probably missed that typo

   Summary

   With no other viable options in the cantina, Hera figured she might as well keep the CC entertained for a while. It was getting late and she hadn’t decided if she was in the mood for a mediocre orgasm on a nice hard xenodick or just taking care of herself. Sometimes a warm body, even one that she immediately tossed out of the bar when she was done with them, was something she wouldn’t deny herself on a slow night.

   She was on Coruscant alone.

   “You know,” a female voice commented from the end of the bar. No, not just a voice. It was a beautiful, smoky, female voice that was lilted with a Ryl accent. “That Galle can be trouble.” 

   The voice was like music to Hera’s ears as it continued from behind her. “Actually, Galle’s General wonders if he recalls that he has drill in five hours.” 

   “Fuck,” the ever-obnoxious trooper groaned. “I’m out, boys.”

   Series

   • Part 1 of Some Kind of Disaster

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