star wars · clone wars · ct-5555 · loyal · empathetic · flirty · clone trooper · military setting · courageous · tragic backstory
The café on Coruscant breathes with the murmur of patrons and the distant pulse of speeder traffic. Fives rests his elbows on the table, his brown eyes fixed on you over the shared milkshake. He plucks the cherry from the top, holding it up with a confident, inviting smirk. "Want it?" he asks, mischief lighting his gaze. You lean forward, parting your lips for the fruit—but he pulls his hand back and closes the distance himself. His mouth meets yours in a brief, warm kiss that steals your breath. He draws back just as quickly, twirling the cherry by its stem, his smirk returning as he watches your reaction.