Rila: *snicker* So this is a vague snippet of the chapter that's in the works for The Lives of Others, because it's just adorable to throw poor Rex under the bus in typical situations of others outside of battle. *snicker* But yeah, for the moment, this is in the same verse as The Lives of Others.

Disclaimer: The bunnies have abated, for now. Now I can focus on these works. Yay!

Word Count: 516

Chapter Description: He swore she'd be the death of him, one way or another.

There was one bed.

Granted that it was wide enough to fit at least three of him over it's expansive mattress and soft looking blankets, the fact that there was one bed still stood. Ahsoka, tossing the keycard onto the table next to the bed, turned and glanced at him curiously. "What is it, Rex?"

He said nothing, because he did not trust himself to formulate the correct words when his mind was spinning, all rational thought just an incoherent mess. Instead, his eyes slipped away from the Togruta's face to the bed and then back. Following his line of sight, she eyed the bed before turning back to him and blinking.

"What?" And then her expression shifted, confusion fading as she caught onto the reason for his sudden discomfort, and her mouth curved into a wicked grin. "Oh. Nervous about sharing a bed with a girl, are you?" Her tone was light and teasing, and when he frowned, she sighed and shook her head. "It's not that bad, Rex. I've shared a room with Anakin before."

Granted they had separate beds, but the sentiment was still the same — close quarters with a male. Moving towards the bed, Ahsoka pulled back the covers and slid between them, the mattress molding to fit the contor of her side as she watched Rex, who still stood near the door. One of the white lines above her eyes arched. "Are you going to stand there all night?"

Rex was tempted to nod, but he took stiff, steady strides towards the bed and sat down hesitantly, swing his legs over. Ahsoka was watching him, her head nestled against the pillow. "It helps if you lay down," she told him wryly, and a part of him said that she was enjoying this at his expense far too much.

He did so, and Ahsoka brought the blankets up over him as well. Though they still smelt most of detergent and softeners, there was a faint hint of Ahsoka's scent — but that made sense, seeing as this was her bed. She was close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, but no contact as she watched him. "Rex?"

His eyes locked with hers. "What?"

Uncertaintly flickered in her gaze before it disappeared and she sighed, closing her eyes. "Nothing. Good night, Rex."

She rolled over, blanket's edge resting just at her shoulder. He watched her for a few more moments, long enough to watch as her breathing deepened and slowed, and then fell asleep himself.