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Where’s the Clean-Clone? - A Sergeant Hunter x Fem!Reader Oneshot
“Alright everyone? Who’s got laundry?” You called throughout the Marauder.
Omega came rushing towards the back of the ship with a small handful of clothes. Following behind her, her brothers had gathered their dirty things to wash. Wrecker tried to throw his blacks over everyone’s heads, ending up whacking you dead in the face but landing with a perfect “score.” He yelled out a big scream of excitement as he walked back to the mid-section.
You all covered your ears at the volume, but you all smiled. You laughed, but Omega scolded the explosives expert anyway for hitting you. You kissed her forehead and assured her Wrecker meant no harm before ushering her off to continue her reading.
Tech and Echo thanked you for getting their items taken care of as they piloted the ship back to “home-base” on Ord Mantell. It was Tech’s idea to somehow throw a mini-washer into the back of the ship, especially since they were on the run from the Empire. They wouldn’t be able to stop as often, and Cid wouldn’t let you clean your stuff without payment taken out of her credit split.
You’d never been more grateful for his idea, especially since there were now two girls on the ship that required more cleanliness than they did.
Hunter placed a hand over your waist, gently bringing him closer to you. You could feel the heat radiating off her body and smell the plastoid, sweat, and smoke embedded into his blacks. You smirked as he leaned down to kiss you, planting his lips slowly on yours for a moment.
You sighed gently as you ran your hand through his long hair for a moment before separating and caressing his non-tattooed cheek. You look up and down Hunter, taking in his built figure, but no clothes were found.
“Clothes?” You asked with a grabbing motion.
Hunter smirked, one hand grabbing the back of the neck and pulling the shirt forward over his head. Your eyes widened at the revealing bronze skin. It was somehow always intriguing how he managed to make removing an article of clothing so appealing. The sergeant winced slightly, his abdomen still healing underneath.
Part of it was still wrapped, but he glistened in the starlight that made its way through the gunner seat window. It captured the dark ink on his chest and one of his arms, continuing the skeleton tattoo from his face down. You wanted to run your hands over it, trace the lines of the tattooed ribs and arm bones, but you remembered there was an audience… somewhere.
“Kriff you’re hot! Anyways…” you babbled.
You shook your thoughts away and grabbed the edge of the shirt, helping him out of the stinky clothes. Hunter laughed at your impromptu comment about his appearance and you proceeded to ball up his shirt and stuffed it in the washer. You ran your fingers over the cloth wrappings with a sigh, “...need me to take of those too?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m gonna have a shower first, then we can take care of that later,” Hunter replied. “I’ll be back in ten, and I’ll drop off the rest of the stuff to wash Cyar’ika. Thank you.”
You kissed him once again, before minorly slapping his ass as he turned to leave. You both chuckled. “Don’t steal all the water, Sergeant!” You reminded him.
“Of course not,” Hunter winked.
“Gross,” Omega commented seeing your interaction. You playfully rolled your eyes in response.
As you heard the water begin to run, you went to check the pantry for the soaps. Wrecker chewed loudly on a ration bar and Omega continued telling Gonky about the adventures her book had inside. You smiled, rummaging through the stashed snacks and Echo’s old ARC trooper gear that Rex gave back in case you guys needed extra armor and supplies to repurpose. Knotted cords and tools scattered the floor, and the smell in the storage cabinet wasn’t the greatest… you found the vinegar, but no detergent.
“Echo! Where’s the Clean-Clone?” You called to the front.
“What?” He answered, walking towards you "Shouldn't it be in the cabinet with my old ARC gear?."
“I see a small bottle of your scomp disinfectant, but no Clean-Clone! I thought we had plenty to last for another long while,” You explained. “I only did laundry a week ago!”
Echo rose from his co-pilot seat to make do of the situation. Omega took it upon herself to look through the dark cabinet using her datapad light, but still nothing.
“What’s going on Cyar’ika?” Hunter emerged from the refresher with his old blacks in hand, bare from the waist up.
“There’s no Clean-Clone,” you grimaced. “Echo, Omega, and I couldn’t find any and I distinctly remember there was a good amount left when I last washed your things.”
Hunter shook his head, face palming. “Kriff…” he huffed. “Would it be in the refresher cabinet under the sink?”
Omega immediately volunteered to search for it. She dug her way into the storage space, moving past the shower soaps, towels, and other items. She took a while, seemingly putting things back.
“Omega, sweetheart, did you find anything?” You called out.
“I found a few things I definitely didn't want to find” She peeked out from behind the door with a grimace. Of course she'd find yours and Hunter's private items... "But I also found this!"
In her hand, was a decent size red bottle and a picture of Echo that Omega drew for fun. She had found the Clean-Clone. You put a hand over your heart, thankful you wouldn’t have to spend any credits when back at Cid’s for laundry.
“Hey! There we go!” Wrecker exclaims.
“A Clean Clone Gets the Thing Done!” Omega sang the theme song while handing it to you.
“Thing Done!” You echoed back. Everyone burst out laughing before you got started on your original task. Hunter hugged your waist, burying his face in your hair as you drizzled the soap and vinegar, igniting the machine.
“You remember the jingle?” Hunter chuckles.
“Who doesn’t?” Omega interjects.
“It’ll be that one jingle that I’ll remember when we’re old and grey Baby,” you assured, wrapping your arms around his and nuzzling your head into his neck behind you. “Ain’t no way I’m forgetting that one!”
“Nope!” Wrecker agrees.
The washing machine vibrated in the background and you continued to help Hunter and keep Omega company. Echo made sure Wrecker didn’t eat all the rations and Tech assured everyone you were on schedule to land on Ord Mantell soon enough.
One minor crisis averted, several more to go!
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