tros fix it drabbles → 1/? written under the assumption that ben defects in the first part of the film and joins up with team resistance
“You remember the last time we were on Kijimi?”
Ben says nothing, but the tops of his cheeks go red.
“Your dad brought us,” Poe continues. “Left us alone on the Falcon for the night.”
The cart they’re hiding behind jostles unexpectedly. It sends Rey bumping up against his back and Ben colliding with Poe, who is subsequently pressed further into the hidey-hole. Ben has to place a hand on the wall near Poe’s head to steady himself.
His breath hitches just a little. It’s not unpleasant to be pressed between Rey and Poe, but the situation isn’t exactly comfortable, either.
“Yeah,” Poe’s jaw angles upward. There’s a smirk on his lips that Ben would very much like to smack off. “It was a lot like this.”
Rey’s breath is hot on his shoulder even through the layers of his tunic. “What is he talking about?”
“Nothing,” Ben tosses her way, nearly a hiss. His eyes narrow. “He needs to shut up.”
“He,” Poe clearly doesn’t appreciate being discussed as if he is not there, “is simply reminiscing on pleasant past memories.”
Poe shifts just so as another faction of troopers stalk by. Rey presses tighter to avoid their gaze and Ben... Well, Ben’s counting backwards from a thousand in Alderaanian in a desperate attempt to distract his mind and his body.
“We should…” His tongue feels dry. He can’t move, sandwiched between them as he is, with Rey thinking about how good he smells, how soft his hair is and how she wants to tangle her fingers in it, with Poe thinking very loudly about exactly what they did on the Falcon, the way Ben’s hands felt, the way his mouth felt —
His face goes redder when Poe shifts again.
“Ben?” Rey whispers. Her lips skim the ribbed, black fabric that covers the expanse of his back.
Ben. Right. He’s Ben. He should answer. Or try to focus on anything but the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears and the flash of desire reverberating in his skull.
Poe’s brows lift. The smirk is much bigger now. “You okay there, buddy?”
Ben’s eyes close. There’s a tick in his jaw as he breathes. In through his nose. Out through his mouth. An old habit he can’t shake from his days as a padawan, but still useful. Especially when he’s...excited. Distracted. Thinking about things he shouldn’t be thinking about when there’s a bounty on their heads and there are stormtroopers waiting to drag them all back to a star destroyer.
Another beat and he’s untangling himself from his place between them. His entire body mourns the loss of their closeness.
“Come on,” he beckons with the crook of two fingers, ducking into another dark alleyway. “Babu Frick’s shop should be just around the corner.”
