ineffable | Poe Dameron x Reader
A/N: This was so fun to write! That’s all I can say! As well as that ineffable means something is too great to express/describe. Poe finds reader to be plenty effable, btw ;)
Warning: Hm. Suggestive flirting? Cute marriage? Naughty words?
Word count: Apparently 1,089 words which means no read more because it’s not a mile long! Still not drabble length but hey!
Prompt: “How is my wife more badass than me?” (as requested by an anon from this list of prompts)
Poe grunted as he was shoved into a makeshift cell, stumbling and falling to the dirt, managing to catch himself on his shoulder. “Careful! You wanna ruin this face?” He was met with the sound of the cell door closing. He pushed himself into a sitting position with some effort, testing the material that kept his hands bound behind his back.
It was something native to this planet and it was too strong for him to break out of. A little wiggling proved it was also too tight for him to slip his hands out.
Letting out a breath, he looked around the cell for any way of escape. Everything looked pretty damn secure for also looking like it was built in a few hours. There had to be something he was missing, something he could work into an escape plan.
“Can you just tie my hands in front? I don’t want to hurt my shoulders…”
He tensed. That was your voice. What the hell were you doing here? He specifically told you to hide and stay hidden.
Not that you made a habit of obeying his orders, but he had high hopes for this one.
He shuffled closer to the bars to listen, hearing someone speak in an alien language, followed by you saying,
There was the sound of shoes against dirt before you came into view, trying to hide the recognition and relief that came to your face upon seeing him.
You were met with a glare that was both of anger and fear. “I told you to—”
“Do I have to share a cell with some ruffian?” You looked at the alien, who seemed to nod almost sadly as it replied. “It’s your only cell? Well, alright…” You were lead into the cell, not even putting up a fight, turning to watch them close the door.
“Sh!” You waited for the alien to walk away before turning to look at Poe.
He lowered his voice to a whisper, looking exasperated. “I told you to stay put.”
“And I did just that, until my reckless husband got himself taken and I had to do something about it.”
“I had a plan!” He only lasted a few seconds under the look you gave him. “Fine, I didn’t have a plan, but I would’ve figured something out.”
“I never took your last name.”
“Then why do you ask me to say it in bed?”
“You’re so infuriating.” Your words would have had a little more bite to them, were it not for the smile on your face.
Poe mirrored it. “I guess it’s just us, huh?” The suggestion in his tone and the quirk of his brow didn’t go unnoticed.
“Why not? We’re married, we’ll be here a while, I don’t think I’ve ever had sex in a cell before.”
You shook your head, turning back to the cell door. “Excuse me? I’m really thirsty…”
“Why are they so nice to you anyway?”
“Uh, I don’t push my boundaries with the sass?” You smiled at his noise of protest, letting it widen when the alien came in with a cup of some liquid. “Thank you.”
The cell door opened and you stood calmly. You didn’t see the way Poe tensed behind you as the alien walked in, struggling to get to his feet with his wrists bound the way they were.
You reached out as if to take the cup, only to lift your arms over your head and then slam them down against your hip bones, making the plant-like material around your wrists taut enough to snap. Neither of the other two in the cell had time to react before you were grabbing the alien, turning them enough to slam their head into the bars.
They collapsed and you stood back, dusting off your hands. You crouched down to pull a dagger from your boot and then turned to Poe.
He was staring at you, mouth just slightly open in astonishment.
“What?” You moved behind him, cutting his binds and whispering in his ear, “Is this the first time you’ve witnessed an actual plan?”
“You just— shit! How’d you get that?” He stood, gesturing to the dagger.
“I always have it with me. They figured I just had my blaster.” You grabbed onto his hand, leading him out of the cell and cautiously walking down the hallway. “Okay, I think they threw our blasters right…yep!”
They were on the floor, right next to the entrance of the building. You grabbed your respective weapons and looked at the door.
“They didn’t really think this through.”
“You’re one to talk. I know for a fact, there are two standing guard just outside.”
“You take one and I take the other?”
“Deal.” You held out a hand, which Poe shook as you both grinned.
You both got into a fighting stance before he opened the door. You ran out first, slamming the butt of your blaster into one guard’s head, before quickly spinning it around and getting the one on the left, knocking both out.
“Alright, now we run!” You practically skipped down a set of stairs.
Poe stayed back for a moment, watching you run as he muttered under his breath, “How is my wife more badass than me?”
You were halfway to where your ships were parked when you were suddenly spun around and shoved against a nearby tree, lips on yours. You would have hit whoever it was, but their kiss was delightfully familiar. You melted into the kiss until they pulled away.
“You have no idea how hot you are to me right now.”
“Well—” The sound of shouts and lots of running broke up your little moment. “Let’s talk about it later?”
“Damn straight.” Now it was Poe grabbing your hand, leading you the rest of the way to the ships.
You were out of breath by the time you got there, climbing the ladder of your ship. “I hope the general’s not too upset about us failing the mission.”
“I hope she grounds us for a few days so I can show you how I feel about how much of a badass you are.”
You smirked, sliding into the cockpit and putting on your helmet just as he did the same at his ship, the angry group getting closer. “I love you, Poe Dameron.”
“Love you, too, Y/N Dameron.”
And you, starting up your X-wing, didn’t bother to correct him.
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