Barging into your quarters was second nature to Jesse. He never needed an invite. All he had to do was type '5597' into your keypad and your door opened. Like most days, tonight you were curled up under a blanket watching videos on your holopad. Your opening door caused you to gaze up at the love of your life. Jesse.

He was in his full ARC armor since he just arrived back from a mission. Usually, you were beside him in battle, but after your recent ankle injury on Scarif, the Jedi Council decided it would be best for you to sit the next few missions out. You hated this. You hated not being able to protect Jesse, but he kept reminding you that he was fully capable of protecting himself.

"Jesse, hun, how was Raxus?" you asked, turning your holopad off and tossing it to the end of your bed. He shut the door beind him and began taking off his armor.

"Another success for the 501st, as always," he smiled, pausing his undressing to look at you, "beautiful planet. We should live there together after the war, you'd love it!"

You sighed, "I dream of the day we can make that happen." 

Jesse finished removing his armor, revealing himself in only blacks. "That's why I keep fighting, for our day."

He grabbed a towel from your self and made his way to the refresher. He would never even think about laying in bed with you while still covered with the battle's filth. Minutes later, he emerged from the refresher wearing only his Republic issued boxers and slumped next to you.

"How's the ankle, cyare?" he asked, pulling you onto his chest.

"Oh, much better," you mumbled into his chest. The way your cheek felt on his chest was your favorite feeling in the world. His hands trailed down your spine and rested at the dip of your lower back. 

"I'm just glad I get to be back here with you," he smiled, kissing the top of your head, taking in the scent of your hair; the lavender shampoo that screamed home. He exhaled deeply and tightened his grip around you. "I never wanna to let you go."

This gave you an idea. You slowly began to pry yourself him, hoping you could get what you wanted. He whined at your effort to get off him. Perfect. 

"You don't wanna let go of me, huh," you smirked, still inching away from him, "I wonder. I wonder what would happen. If I just, got up?"

Jesse bit his lip in passionate frustration. He knew exactly what you were doing. Your plan worked. He lunged out of bed to grab you, then threw you back onto the bed, taking position on top of you. 

"This," he grunted, grabbing the hem of the oversized 501st hoodie you 'stole' from him, and pulling it over your head. Jesse smirked as you began to repeat the same process on him; not hesitating to comply to your actions. 

Skin on skin. The contact you both craved.  He crashed his body into yours, his lips making their way home on your lips. Perfect. You felt the passion of the kiss radiate throughout your entire body. He longed for the moment he could kiss you like that again, and luckily for him, that moment was now. It didn't take him long to win dominance over your mouth, his tongue exploring every crevice. 

"Jess," you gasped, dragging your hands off his head, to his shoulders, then down his arms. He forcefully grabbed your wrists and pushed them over you head, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth. This drove you insane and he knew that pretty damn well. 

He began trailing wet kissed down your body, making sure every square inch of you was covered in his love. Your soft hums fueled him to make them louder. Once he got down to the hem of your pants, he made his way back up to your lips. Jesse kissed them softly. Soft, short, yet passionate kissed. Between every kiss he whispered a few things in Mando'a, which you couldn't  translate. 

"You're stunning," he whispered before giving you a long kiss. He exhaled as he pulled his lips away, "Absolutely stunning." 

He sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Jesse put his hands on your cheeks and smiles, "Kiss me gorgeous."

Your lips gently met his again, savoring his taste. Jesse smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer to him. You moved your hand from his cheek to his head, where you traced the circular outline of his tattoo. He loved it when you did that. 

"Oh, the things I want to do to you," he mumbled against your lips. 

You nipped at his lower lip, "Time for you to turn your words into actions."