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“…you lock the door and straddle his thick, muscular thigh. Mussing those perfect, salt and pepper curls, you kiss him senseless.”
Notes: f!reader, smut, fluff, language || Word Count: 960
Look, I know Star Wars has holo-whatevers, just roll with the picture thing ok
Poe Dameron has quite literally always been the poster boy for the Resistance. Now, an older, wiser General Dameron is a face of the new New Republic. It's not a role he relishes, but he has the looks and the charisma. Everyone wants to know him or be him or be with him. And he finally agreed to have his picture made, officially.
He dragged you with him and you struggle not to laugh at how he fidgets restlessly as professionals fuss over every curl, after dressing him and making him even more handsome than usual, if it’s possible.
You about hit the floor when you see him - he looks so good. Licking your lips, you notice the tight fit of his tan trousers. He keeps uncomfortably adjusting himself, glancing over at you for reassurance and approval.
"Hold on a second," he instructs the stylist, waving them away.
"Yes, General," she dutifully responds.
With a nod of his head, he beckons you over. It does something to your insides to be summoned when he looks like this.
"I hate this," he whispers as you hurriedly approach. "They told me they only needed a few shots but this is way over the top."
Squeezing your hands into fists, you bounce on your toes, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him.
"You look good baby. So good." Leaning over, you whisper on his ear before the session continues. "I need a few moments alone with you after. In all this." Your eyes land on his crotch as your bite your lip coyly.
"Oh," he responds, surprised but imbued with an incentive to get this shoot done right and quickly.
As soon as he is clear for the day, you drag him to his dressing room, lock the door and straddle his thick, muscular thigh. Mussing those perfect, salt and pepper curls, you kiss him senseless, slipping your tongue into his mouth and pressing your breasts against his chest.
"Baby - ow," he hisses as you bite down a little too hard on his lip.
"Sorry," you breathlessly gasp, "you just look so good, I can't help it."
A mischievous twinkle flickers in his dark eyes and you know he is pleased that he can still get you worked up like this.
Strong hands grip your hips and drag you forward, across his thigh. His head cocks curiously as you moan out his name.
"You want me because these damn pants are too tight." A self-satisfied chuckle rumbles in the expanse of his chest. "Had to stuff myself in them, and if you keep making noises like that, I'll probably split them open."
Your mouth falls open with a pathetic whine. He's moving you back and forth, pushing you down on the meat of his thigh.
"You're gonna come like this, aren't you baby?" He murmurs hotly against your lips.
"Mmnnn yes," you gasp, grinding yourself down harder with each passing thrust.
"Gonna ruin these pants. I can feel you dripping."
Your mouth opens over his, hands grasping his crisp, tan shirt in both fists forcefully enough to pop the first two buttons. Your fingers fly all over his exposed skin as you ride his thigh faster, chasing your release.
The tickling drag of the fabric over your clit combined with the muscled thickness of his thigh rubbing up between your folds feels so good you can hardly hold yourself upright on his lap. Then he sucks on your tongue and squeezes your ass and the coil of pleasure humming inside you snaps. Euphoric pleasure surges through your body as Poe catches your wild moans in his mouth, nibbling on your lips while shushing you as you ride out your high.
You collapse against his chest, harshly panting while he chuckles on your ear. "They're gonna hear us, sweetheart."
"Stop laughing at me," you breathlessly pout, swatting his arm and struggling to climb off his lap. Your face goes hot at the obvious wet stain on his pants, but you laugh right back when you see he's leaking too, and so hard, it has to hurt.
"I'm gonna get wet every time I see your picture in this outfit, General."
"It might take an act of the Senate to get me out of these damn things," he teases, but his eyes darken at the name of his title on your lips.
You notice. Kneeling down in front of him, you reach for his zipper. "Need something...General?"
He hums, jaw clenching as he tries not to smile, instead tipping his head up in mock seriousness. "I need a Lieutenant who can follow orders."
"Pulling rank won’t get your cock in my mouth any faster," you tut playfully. “Not anymore, anyway.”
After a brief struggle with the extremely tight pants, you tug his thick, heavy length free and swirl your tongue all over the tip. "Besides, I'm retired. Don't take orders."
"You never did - fuck..."
General Dameron obeys whatever you say for the next few minutes. Both of you straighten up, and Poe gets dressed in the outfit he arrived in for the day, the two of you laughing your asses off at how you ruined his photoshoot look.
You decide to take the outfit home, folding it neatly over one arm.
"All set, General?" His press agent questions, eyes curiously darting down to the folded tan clothing.
"All set," he nods, one corner of his mouth curling. "My wife insists I keep the outfit. You understand."
The poor, flustered young man nods rapidly. "Of course, General Dameron. As you wish."
The two of you fly back home, stealing kisses and holding hands just like when you were young and at war. Peace isn't always easy. But your husband makes it look so damn good.
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Author's note: A scenario I thought up of our favorite pilot and my OC Kit. I had a lot of fun writing it. May make it a series out of this drabble. I don't know.
female OC x Poe Dameron
Summary: The war is won, now life for our rebels begins. A cadet has very important information for General Poe Dameron
Rated: PG-13, one use of a swear, innuendos, and surprise pregnancy news.
The war was over.
Every member, big and small, of the Rebel Alliance was given medals of valor in a grand ball.
“Great speech, General.” Finn laughs, shoving his best friend’s arm mid-sip, causing him to dribble down his chin. “Grade A General Dameron.”
Poe glares, but the smile couldn’t help but make an appearance.
“Children. I’m cursed to play mother.” Ray alternates between scolding and joking, but mostly scolds the two full-grown men.
“I don’t know?” Finn wonders, sauntering around her. She stifles a shriek as he snatches her waist, holding her close. “We can play later, mommy,” he smiles, speaking lowly, making Ray snicker, but punching his chest. Not full strength, but enough to get her message across.
“My ears, my ears are bleeding!” Poe shouts dramatically, covering his head with his hands, “La, la, la, la, naughty talk, Poe no like naughty talk,” he continues in a childlike voice.
“You’re one to talk.” Finn counters.
“Yes, talk. I talk nicely and gently, for I am always a gentleman,” he states, purring over the words gentle and gentleman.
“Po---I mean General Dameron, sir?” The address sounded more like a question than a statement, and she was unsure of the proper title in a social gathering.
The trio turns towards the voice. Poe, the last to do so, turns his head to peek over his shoulder at a Felis, an endangered species recorded in the entire galaxy, thanks to the First Order through genocide and/or enslavement: red-orange eyes and a healing cut along her widow’s peak.
“BB, alert medical!” Poe instructs hopping a quarter of the way on one leg, loosening the laces on his right boot, swapping, and doing the same to his left, and kicking them off, leaping into the water towards a sinking X-wing—routine evasive maneuvers.
Bad things happen to the veterans outside of battle and war.
Through the murky blue, pressing his palm to the windshield, he found the entire left window broken. He flinches, feeling something trace his jaw, grabbing it, recognizing the orange of the flight suit and four-fingered hand. Following the arm, finding her body still buckled in. Bubbles erupted from his mouth, swallowing the urge to inhale.
Breaking the surface, Poe grunted to lift her head above water. Mohawk of fire red hair mopped over her face, he almost looked over the obvious open wound on her widow’s peak, lines of blood with her black markings, he wasn’t sure whether they were from birth or ink. Pulling her body onto shore. Gasping for breath, he goes into rescue mode. Feeling for a pulse, snapping his fingers in her ears, not seeing them flinch.
He begins chest compressions, pinching her nose, giving three breaths, and going back to chest compressions. After four or five rounds, her body spasms, spitting up lake water. He helps her up by patting her back as she breathes.
“Cadet Kit,” he nods.
“My apologies, I didn’t mean to intrude, Miss Ray, General Finn.” She bows her head in respect. She stood, pencil-straight, wearing a deep V-cut black dress that changes hues to burgundy in certain lights. Duo-tails flicked from side to side.
“Don’t be.” Rey waves off, giving a gentle smile. “We’ll catch up later, Poe,” she excused, taking an unsuspecting Finn by the arm.
Poe extends his arm for Kit, and she accepts it. Poe is leading the way to the bar area.
“General Dam---”
“No need for formalities, Kit. Come have a drink,” he gestures to the empty seats at his sides. "On me."
She sighs, taking a seat, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress, reaching back to preen her impressive Mohawk that runs down her spine, mid-back, for all to see, thanks to the open back dress.
The bartender approached.
“Ummm…” red orange eyes darting over the wall of bottles. “…just a star lyte.” She orders meekly. Shortly, a tall glass of bubbly, a perfect ombre of yellow to clear.
“Is everything alright since…” he trails off, not wanting to tear out wounds, but genuinely wanting to know a cadet under his watch is ‘well’.
“No.” She assures. “I mean, yes…everything is fine. I’ve been evaluated and tested and given the green light to return to work.”
“I’m waiting for a but,” Poe speaks his mind.
“I don’t want anything from you, I’m not blaming or-or pressuring you, because you didn’t know, I mean, how you could know,” she rattles off sporadically.
“Kit, Kit, Kit.” He calls. Catching one of her flailing arms. She’s breathing hard. Poe guides her hands to the bar, tenderly rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
“I’m pregnant.” She exhales.
“Congratulations?” He trails off in confusion from such a display.
“It’s yours.” She quickly adds ears drawn back, anticipating an outburst.
“You’re joking.” He laughs
“No.”
“You are.”
“No.”
“We’ve never…” he gulps deep in thought, going through his list of intimate partners over the past few months. “…we never…” he states, but isn’t even sure of himself.
“No, we’ve never…did that, but that’s not required for me.”
“How then…”
“When…when you kissed me---I know it wasn’t a kiss.” She cuts in. “But that is how my…” she wills herself to continue. “That is how my kind conceives.” She states as if the very words pained her. “Any form of DNA substance in organisms.”
Poe stares at her. Unblinking brows furrowed, she could hear the gears in his mind working overtime. When his unblinking stare became unbearable, she opened her mouth, but he turned his head, breathing in deeply, covering his face with his hands.
“I’ve already filed a request for a transfer, so you don’t have to---”
“Wait, transfer? Wait---stop, stop, stop..” he shakes his head, turning his body toward her. “…why would I want you to transfer?”
“It’s unprofessional and irresponsible to continue working together…”
“Says who?” He asks.
She scolds a ping of warmth in her heart at his rebellious’ fuck the rules’ attitude.
“You are my superior. Any promotion or demotion will be scrutinized.”
“I would never---”
“I know.” she coos. “But on the outside, what will it look like?” She reasons.
“I assume you’re keeping…” he couldn’t finish his thought.
He? She? It? Them? Everything was moving so fast.
She nods. “You don’t have to feel obligated. I’m fully prepared to do all of this on my own.”
“I want to be a part of this. My mom would haunt me and beat me senseless if I didn’t find courage and take some responsibility.”
She laughs at that.
“Did you get a scan or is that---is it too early?” he asks.
“Can’t really tell anything yet. Just that little Colo is there.”
Scooting closer, touching shoulders. Kit taps her wristband, projecting an image onto the bar top.
“Colo?” He recites.
“It’s stupid. It’s just…looks like little Colo claw fish egg.”
Taping the still image plays. A small blob in a sea of static. Rotating it to show small, darker spots within a flickering rhythm.
Could you please write Poe Dameron eating the reader out while she’s trying to fly the millennium falcon? You’re an incredible writer xxx
Part One of the Falcon Blurbs
AN: This is inspired by Lana Del Rey. I don’t know how, it just is. Smut under the cut
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It was your turn to pilot the Falcon– the ten day journey taxing hard on you, Finn, Chewbacca and Poe, and frankly, as much as you loved this ship you were just very, very tired. You missed the jungle moon that the base had settled on and you missed your mom and Rey and even BB-8 who had managed to steal your heart entirely (much to Poe’s delight).
You were coasting the Falcon through a meteor field (since you had to take the long way home to avoid First Order tails)– an easy enough task considering you’d been flying the ship since you were ten. You swerved the ship gracefully between meteors, and the rocking of the ship was enough for almost everyone on the ship to fall asleep. Almost everyone.
“I’ll never get over this picture.” Poe’s sudden presence made you jump, and you turned back to him and smiled briefly before turning back and looking out the window. You were almost through the field, and soon, you’d be able to put the ship into hyperspace and finally start the final leg of the journey home.
“What’s that?” You hummed tiredly. He walked up beside you and sat in the co-pilot seat, leaning to put his chin in his hand and gaze at you longingly.
“The girl of my dreams driving the ship of my dreams as if it’s no big deal.” He flirted shamelessly and you rolled your eyes, a flustered smile pulling at your blushing cheeks.
“You must say that to all the girls.” You sighed, playing along and flicking the sequence of buttons needed for hyperspace. You pushed the lever, and the sudden rushing blue of hyperspace soon filled your vision.
“Just the ones who I really, really like.” He mumbled, standing and leaning down to kiss you. He pressed you against the back of the chair and you hummed happily– you never got to show your affections for each other in front of Chewie or Finn, both seeing you as family and getting too protective over you.
“Well that really narrows it down.” You breathed sarcastically, letting your head drop back as his lips made their way across your jaw and down your throat. His tongue flicked out and teased the deep neckline of your loose front laced poet shirt.
“It does, I don’t like a whole lot of people, you know.” He joked, crouching onto his knees and kissing his way between your breasts over your shirt, hands playing with them briefly before undoing the strings to your brown pants.
“Poe, what’re you doing?” You asked, in no hurry to stop him, but pressing the button on the side of the chair to close the cockpit door. He looked up at you and smirked, grabbing the waistband of your pants and shimmying them over your thighs. You raised your hips and he immediately threw them on the other chair. He made eye contact with you once more, bringing your ankle to rest on his shoulder as he kissed his way up your leg. He smirked when he heard the breath catch in your throat as he nipped the sensitive skin on the inside of your knee, and you couldn’t help but whine when he shrank back, repeating the same actions on your other leg.
“Poe.” You whispered, hand lacing through his hair and tugging slightly, trying to give him the message to move quicker. Instead fo doing so, he grunted at the pressure and sunk his teeth into your muscle, laving at the bite mark with his tongue before making slower progress.
“Please, Poe.” You almost cried once he kissed your stomach. You wiggled your hips towards him and he pulled both legs over his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your bottom, tugging you closer.
“Impatient, Princess. So used to getting what she wants when she wants it.” He teased you and you growled.
“You know that’s not– oh!” You were cut off when he kissed your bud through your undergarments. He inhaled your scent slowly, looking up at you. His pupils were blown out dramatically and he looked a picture settled between your thighs and staring at you as if he were about to devour you whole.
“Not what?” He asked, cocking his head innocently and you gaped like a fish as he took your underwear and tore a slit right up the middle.
“Poe! That was my last clean pair of underwear!” You cursed him and he shrugged, nosing at you once more, just breathing you in as if you were the best thing he’d ever smelled before.
“I don’t mind if you don’t wear any underwear.” He mumbled, and just as you opened your mouth to retort, he licked a fat stripe up your core. He repeated the lapping actions before swirling the tip of his tongue around your bud lazily, watching for any positive or negative reactions. This was the first time he’d ever gone down on you– sure, you’d rode his thigh just yesterday, and you’ve made out plenty of times in his cabin or tent but nothing like this. It was like your little stunt yesterday had woken something hungry within Poe, and if this is where it got you you weren’t too mad about it.
“Stars, Poe. Where’d you learn to do that?” You gasped, tangling your fingers in his hair and huffing out a breath when he brought two fingers to your core, teasing your entrance slightly before slipping them in and making your back arch.
“Needed to practice for when you came along.” He avoided the question easily and your stomach shuddered as he sucked at your clit again. His mouth and hands were so hot on you, and the arm that was still wrapped around you anchored you to the ship.
He could tell you were getting closer when your hips subtly started rocking agains this face, and when your fingers tightened in his hair, making him moan into you. The vibrations shook you to your core and you keened out a cry, grateful for the cockpit door and sleeping family. He moaned in response to your pretty sounds and worked you harder, scissoring his fingers before pressing to the spongy part inside of you.
“Maker. Fuck, Poe I’m gonna–” You stuttered and pressed him harder against you, not willing for him to tease you any longer. Gods, you’d never wanted anything more than this.
He made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like approval and he shook his head, soaking you up and making you raise a hand to your mouth to quiet your cries. Before you could, his hand shot out from behind your back and pinned it against the seat. You looked down at him sharply, vision blurry from pleasure and it was almost as if you could hear his thoughts– ‘I want to hear you’.
And so you let that coil in your belly snap, pleasure rocking over you in waves as you cried Poe’s name, curling your leg around the back of his head and keeping him there as your body burned. Everything was so hot, and his mouth didn’t stop working against you until you’d stopped twitching and relaxed, letting your legs fall from his shoulders.
You cracked one eye open and he was still on his knees in front of you, grinning at you like he was the cat who got the cream with your juices making his lips, nose and chin glisten. You caught your breath and without thinking, pulled his collar up and pressed your lips against his, tasting yourself on him and moaning into each others mouth at the action. He pulled away and saw your own juices on your lips and damn, he wanted a picture of this.
He was about to open his mouth to say something when three solid knocks rapped on the door.
“I really hope Poe has abandoned ship and you’re in there dying, YN! We all need to pilot the ship at some point!” Finn grumbled front he other side and both you and Poe looked at each other, blushing and dissolved into a series of giggles hidden in each others necks.
A/N: I heard this song by The Japanese House and wanted to capture the feeling of it!! I just wanted to write some fluff about really liking someone and about how everything they do feels like an earthquake. 💓⚡
Warnings: tipsy Poe, there are exactly two potty mouth words, and that's all!
Word count: 2429
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Sounds of the latest Holonet drama gently grew to fill up the empty space of your quarters. The darkness settled around you, pushing your blankets to bunch up around your huddled feet. One of your hands wandered aimlessly in the bag of popcorn, gripped a few salty kernels in between your fingers, and brought them to your mouth. The other held your glowing datapad in front of your achy eyes.
A gentle rap at your door pulled your attention from the drama unfolding in front of you.
Your eyebrows scrunched, demanding a second knock in return for you moving from the cozy spot you had created in your bed.
The second knock came without fail, and you could hear the figure's fingers slide down the door after the knock resounded.
Your heart picked up it's pace as your mind tried to sort through who the intruder could be.
In an effort to keep your movements soft, you swung one leg out of your bed at a time and gently pressed both pads of your feet to the cool metal of the Resistance base floor. Tip toeing, you made your way to your front door. You stood there a moment, listening to the person on the other side of your door listening to you.
You couldn't make out much from them, except for a heavy exhale and a mysterious tune half sung under breath.
His grumblings gave him away.
You pulse quickened and your heart began to jump against it's fleshy prison. You straightened your musty sleep shirt and took a quick peek in the mirror to flatten your runaway hair before pushing the button to open your door.
A disheveled Poe Dameron stood in the quiet white hallway. His hands were crossed over his belt buckle and he gently rocked back and forth on his toes.
"Y/N," He said, almost surprised. His eyebrows shot up and the corner of his mouth threatened you with a smile.
You grinned and took in one too many breaths. "Hey!" Your voice jumped to betray you, it reaching up and out of you to grab ahold of his collar.
'Shit, take it down a notch.' You scolded your excitable heart.
The pilot smiled, rubbed his neck, and looked down at his scuffed black boots. "I, uh..." His speech was slurred and the rouge in his cheeks gave him away.
"I just wanted to see if you wanna go for a walk?" He asked. His head cocked to the side and his inky hair tumbled across his forehead. He pulled the side of his lip into his mouth and his hands clenched themselves so tightly they were turning white. "But, it's past midnight and I didn't realize-" Poe began to thrust guilt upon himself.
A smile wanted to spread across your face, but you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth to squelch it.
You smiled, thinking of how he had left the buzz of his loyal, drunk, squadron, unaware of the time or the weather, to stumble through the Resistance base to you. Light seemed to beam from your cheeks. "I would love to. I gotta change first," You interrupted him.
Unable to corral them, your thoughts barreled toward thinking of Poe watching you change. His body would be relax into the door frame. His thumb nail would move to tuck itself under the crest of his front teeth. He would see the lines of your figure, tempting him in the dark. You could almost feel how desperate he would be to touch you. How his fingertips would run over the soft skin of your bare thighs and his lips would tickle your skin.
"Wait here." You chose both words carefully. Making sure to say every syllable correctly so that they would build a wall strong enough to keep your uninhibited thoughts at bay.
Poe's tan face drooped in a childish pout. His hands moved from in front of him to rest on his hips.
Playfully, you pressed your palm against his chest and pushed lightly.
Feigning injury, the General gripped his chest and took a staggering step backwards.
You snickered and closed the door in front of you. Turning from the waiting pilot, a deep breath escaped you. Your hands jittered with excitement and you could feel the fiery spit of excitement dance through your veins.
In something like a frenzy, you scurried to the still reeling datapad and switched it off. Moving, next to your closet, you jumped out of your sleep shorts and shirt, then shimmed into a pair of jeans, a bra, and fresh t-shirt. After stopping to take one last look in the mirror, you then began to pull on your walking shoes.
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The moon shone so bright it made the top of Poe's hair shine with streaks of white. He glanced back towards the sleeping Resistance base then looked back at you. His cheeks pulled back by smile lines. "Okay, I think we're good." He whispered. He reached wandering fingers and a heavy palm towards your hand dangling beside your hip.
Your heart catching in your throat, you let your fingers intertwine with his thick ones. Thoughts ran rampant in your mind and you fought to keep your gaze focused on the outcropping ahead of you, instead of trailing down the alluring lines of Poe's body beside you.
"I wish you would've come drinking with us tonight." Poe said. His dark eyes glanced over at yours he craned his neck to lean closer to you.
You smiled, keeping your mouth closed and looked down at your shoes kicking up the white dirt of Ajan Kloss. "I don't think Jess likes it when I hang out with you guys."
Poe grumbled and let out a huff. "Y/N, Jess is..." His free hand reached up to try and explain what he meant. He stopped talking a moment to hunt down the best word to describe the member of his squadron.
Your legs pushed you up the slight hill to the outcropping near base. It was a beautiful look out, resting high above the whispering jungle trees and relatively free of sleeping creatures. A glance to the far east from the top of ledge would reveal snowy tops of a distant mountain range. The crash of faraway waterfalls whispered in your ears.
"Jess shouldn't keep you from doing what you want to do." He ended, choosing instead to focus the conversation on you.
The two of you stopped once you reached the exposed rock of the ledge.
Poe's body turned to face yours, uninterested in the view just to his right.
"I know...I just want her to like me." You said softly, practically asking him to catch you.
A sudden stirring began in your chest. The way his big hand held yours, how his body seemed to always hover over and around you, how he had left his friends to find you.
You swallowed against your throat and finally allowed your eyes to meet his deep mahogany colored ones.
The pilot blushed and took your other hand in his as well. "Why does it matter if she likes you?" His teeth sparkled white against the dark shadow of the sleeping jungle behind him. He moved his head to follow the trail of your eyes down his chest with his own.
In the moonlight, his face shot through you like thunder. How the sharp lines of his jaw turned into sweet curves around his eyes and mouth. The bend of his prickly chin and the slope of his soft lips.
Your body ached to get out from under his storm, climb back in your bed, and forget that you even knew Poe Dameron.
Instead, you let out a long-held breath and swung your hands still resting in his. Desperate to expel the thickness of the moment. "Because she's..." You glanced back up to Poe's eyes for confirmation. "She's your friend and she matters to you so...she matters to me."
Poe smiled, his gaze driving emotion through you. "So...does that mean I matter to you, too?" His smiled was pulled tightly on one side of his mouth and slightly more relaxed on the other. His tongue flitted across the backs of his teeth, daring you to run after him.
You, unsure if he would catch you should you jump, remained silent for a moment. Your eyes climbed over the crevices of his face, pleading with him to jump first. In a desperate attempt to keep your dignity clenched tight to your chest, you forced your lips to stay closed as you smiled broadly at the Yavinite man. The steady thump of his pulse wrapping around your hand coaxed you forward. A gust of courage propelling you, you pulled your hands out of his grasp and wrapped them around the toned muscle of his torso. Gingerly, you brought your cheek to rest against the warmth of his chest.
Poe stiffened at your touch, and for a agonizing moment, remained motionless. Graciously, his hands slowly moved up the slope of your back. His mouth bent down into the precious space of your neck and turned so that his lips were but millimetres from your beating skin.
"Of course, you matter to me." You whispered into the unruly curls of his hair. "You're like...the only one who matters to me."
Poe responded softly from deep in his chest, "Mmm." The warm vibration of it washed over you as a kind of aftershock. One of his palms pressed into your back, keeping you tight against his chest. The other hovered over the line of your torso and waist, venturing down just far enough so that his fingertips grazed your ass.
You sucked in air and felt a force like lightning jump start the muscles of your heart. It yanked them from their quiet pumping, and set them racing. Bravery stood apart from the bustling in your mind, and with it's reassurance, you moved your lips to touch the skin of his neck.
Salt from his skin spread across your lips and the warmth of it floated down your throat.
The hand he kept pressed to your back, moved up now to hold the back of your head to his skin.
You could hear his lips part and felt his other hand, with more vigor now, run down your ass to grip the meat of it tightly.
A piece of your chest seemed to fall open and your mind pushed to, again, run wild with desire. You let out a soft moan on his skin, afraid of the thoughts collecting inside you.
Poe echoed your sound and moved your shoulder so that you stood in front of him again.
Breath was shallow in your chest and, looking up at him, you felt utterly helpless. The heart inside you ached, watching the moonlight draw lingering fingers across the angles of his face.
The pilot's fingers moved slow across your red cheeks until he reached your hair. Timidly, he curled his fingers into the strands of hair to cup your face.
You could feel his chest pulling you in. The warmth in his gaze and the softness of his touch worked together to carve out rivers of yearning on your heart.
Poe bent his head down towards yours, and still unbelieving what was happening, you parted your lips to accept his.
His mouth was soft at first, cautious of how delicate the moment created had become. His stubble scoured tiny scratches on your cheeks and his hands held you tightly to him. The taste of him, alcohol and the Mess Hall dinner, permeated your throat.
Your fingers moved upwards to intertwine themselves with Poe's waves of inky black hair. With the other hand, you anchored yourself by a palm on his shoulders. The steady pulsing of his skin under yours gave you something to grip onto in Poe's dizzying kiss.
He moved his head to the other side, forcing his stubble to create a trail of sparks across your face. His hand moved up from your ass to hold your back flush with his chest.
Your tongue danced with his, lust creeping up your spine. Your mind began to float away from the moment, to fall completely into a bliss overwhelming.
The moment having been lived in, both too long and not long enough, Poe pulled away from you.
The taste of him was still alive on your lips and you were unable to resist wetting them again.
The pilot took a deep breath and rubbed the pad of his thumb over your cheek.
You bent your head into his touch.
He smiled warmly as he chest heaved underneath him. He took your hand in his and turned from the outcropping back towards the trail around the Resistance base.
You could feel happiness bubbling up and out of you, and in an attempt to hide the strength of your feelings from the pilot, you bent your face towards the ground below you.
Poe looked over at you and squeezed your hand tightly. "What?" He asked, his voice playful.
Glancing at him, you beamed and snickered lightly.
Poe smiled back and took a step to gently shove you with his shoulder.
You laughed and gripped his arm with your hand. "I bet you take every girl you kiss out here, don't you?" You teased.
Poe's eyebrows scrunched and he answered without a moment to ponder, "No...just you."
Greedy for more of the heart he dared to show you, you pried, "What do you mean?"
Poe let out a deep breath and then glanced up at the moon. "You're like...the only one who matters to me, too. Every time I go somewhere out there, I just wish I was here. I didn't want to fall asleep tonight without having kissed you."
You beamed, the elation teetering close to lunacy. Returning the favor, you moved to shove him in the shoulder. "Shut up." You teased.
He smiled and placed a quick kiss on the top of your head, the gravel crunching under your feet. Lovingly, Poe moved his arm over and around your body so that you were tucked into the crevice of his arm.
Your bodies pressed together, you walked through the shining moonlight back towards the Resistance base.
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