Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Relationships: Poe Dameron/Rey
Four hours later, Rey was powering down her computer right at five o’clock. She knew she should probably stay late to make up for being late that morning, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care. She just wanted to get home. She would most likely work from home later that evening anyway, so she could make it up then.
After fighting with traffic for thirty minutes, she finally got home. She dropped off her stuff before quickly making her way through her own backyard into Poe’s. She kept telling herself that the nerves were just because she was anxious to see Chewie again. It had nothing to do with the man her dog had been with all day. Giving the door a light rap, Rey could hear Chewie’s little barks. The door opened sooner that she’s expected and she stepped back in surprise. Chewie came bolting out of the house and began dancing around her legs. Rey laughed, bending down to pick him up.
“Hi buddy! Did you miss me?” she asked the dog as she tried to move her face out of the range of his little tongue.
“I’d say that was a safe bet.” Rey looked up to see Poe leaning against the doorway watching them.
“Looks like you two survived the day,” she said, trying not to pry for more information but really she was dying to know all the details of their day.
Poe laughed and pushed himself off the doorway. He stepped back and motioned for her to come inside. Rey set Chewie down and he scrambled ahead of her as if to lead the way. Just like in her house, the back door led straight into the kitchen. She hadn’t really taken notice of it this morning, but now she saw it was nicely decorated. More than she would have guessed for a single man, living alone. Maybe it was the girlfriend, the one she assumed he had. Maybe she actually lived there and Rey just hadn’t noticed. Before she could figure out how to ask without being obvious, the smell of something amazing hit her nose.
“Oh my goodness, it smells incredible in here,” she told him.
“Thanks. Its chili,” he explained as he walked over to the pot on the stove and stirred it.
“That’s a lot of chili for one person. Is your girlfriend coming over?” Rey blurted out before she could stop herself.
Poe turned away from the pot and looked her straight in the eye. “I don’t have a girlfriend, Rey. I’m not attached in anyway.”
“I was hoping I could convince you stay and have dinner with me,” he continued. “That way I can tell you all about the day Chewie and I had together.”
“Oh, that’s really sweet, but…” She was interrupted by the grumbled of her stomach. Poe turned back to her with his eyebrows raised knowingly at the sound. “Well, I guess we can stay,”
An hour later saw Rey sitting at Poe’s kitchen table, Chewie curled up asleep in her lap, laughing at Poe’s story of how the little guy had gotten stuck under Poe’s bed. There were empty bowls of chili in front of them.
The food had been wonderful, but the conversation with Poe had been the biggest surprise. They talked liked they’d known each other forever. He asked her about work and was actually interested when she explained what she did. When she asked about his day, he told her everything he and Chewie had done that day. From their get-to-know-you breakfast to their afternoon activities.
“Oh, I heard you guys singing,” Rey teased. “But I don’t think it’ll be your best work.” Poe’s eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head adorably at her.
“I don’t think a high pitch bark would make a hit song, even with your voice” she informed him. To her utter shock and delight a flush crept up his neck. “Poe, are you blushing?”
“No!” he denied, but Rey could see the red streaked across his neck and the tops of his ears. “Why are you embarrassed?” she asked, thrilled to see this big, strong man acting shy.
“I’m not embarrassed,” he protested. “Ok, I’m a little embarrassed, but it’s because I thought you couldn’t hear me.”
“Oh, yeah. Your voice was low indeed, I couldn’t figure what you were singing, but it feels like a nice lullaby,” Rey tried to explain. “You do have a nice voice though, way better than me,” Rey said, reaching for her wine.
“Do you sing?” he replied, grabbing the bottle of wine. He raised it up, silently offering her a refill Rey shook her head. Two glasses was more than enough for one night.
“I didn’t received any complains from my hair brush,” they bought laughed at her statement.
“So between all the activities with Chewie and his opinions on your work, did you get anything done today?”
“I did actually,” he said, his voice was filled with surprise. “I’ve always produce better at night, but I got a good couple of hours in after Chewie settled in this morning. He curled up on my feet on the couch so I just grabbed my notebook and guitar and wrote while he napped.”
“What do you compose?” she asked.
Poe bit his lips and stared at her for moment as if trying to decide what to tell her. Instantly Rey felt like she’d overstepped and tried to back off the question.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. I was just curious, but if that’s too personal I understand. Never mind, just forget I asked.”
Poe huffed out a small laugh. “It’s not too personal and I’m not ashamed of it, but most people don’t actually get it or just think I’m never going to make on life with it.”
“Well, thanks for dinner. And for watching Chewie today, I truly appreciate it. The chili was delicious,” she said, lifting a sleepy Chewie from her lap as she stood.
Poe looked confused for a minute before he started laughing. Like really laughing and even though she was a little unsure about him at the moment, she could still appreciate how gorgeous he was when he smiled.
“Rey, no,” he finally managed. “I can’t even imagine what you must be thinking, but I promise I wasn’t trying to get rid of you.” She had backed slowly towards the door, and her shoes, but Poe stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. Warmth spread through her body at his touch.
“I wasn’t thinking anything, really. No thoughts,” she rambled before she could stop herself. Poe chuckled again, squeezing her arm reassuringly.
“It’s not that I don’t want to show you,” Poe said looking down. “I think I can say I’m shy.”
“How come a singer is shy?” Rey said turning to him.
“I’m a singer on my spare time, what I am is a composer.” Poe explained himself letting her arm go.
"But you can sing, right?" Poe nodded. "Okay, I guess I'll have to take your word on it and the video you sent to me earlier than." She smiled and Poe corresponded.
“Or when we get comfortable around each other and I no longer feel shy about; sing to you,” he said and Rey tried look like his word hadn’t made an effect on her.
Chewie, fully awake now, squirmed to be let down. After being set on the floor, Chewie scampered off to find his favorite squeaky toy behind the couch. Rey watched him for a minute, marveling at how at home he seemed in Poe’s home after only a day.
They worked in silence for a few minutes, Rey handing him dishes while Poe rinsed them off and loaded the dishwasher. Chewie sat on the edge of the kitchen, watching them.
“What’s on your mind, may I ask?” Poe asked, breaking the silence.
“I just can’t believe Chewie got to hang out with you today,” she teased.
At his name, Chewie came running over, but he didn’t go to Rey. Instead he ran straight to Poe and started barking at his feet. Poe laughed and scooped him up.
“Don’t worry,” he laughed, Chewie licking his chin. “I’ll try not to spoil him too much in the future.”
“Wait,” Rey started. “You want to watch him again?”
“Well, yeah. I had fun with him today. I was thinking I could take him for a walk tomorrow. The neighborhood is pretty empty during the day.” Poe lifted his eyes to hers just as Chewie did the same. Booth staring at her, pleading as if to say, pretty please? It would take a much stronger person than her to resist the two of them.
“Look at you two, how could I say no? I’ll bring him over around 7:30?” she asked, reaching for Chewie.
Poe handed him over before heading to the coffee table to grab the dog’s bag of stuff.
“That’ll be perfect,” he told her as he handed her the bag, their hands brushing. Rey felt that rush of warmth again this time even stronger making her gasp at the contact. Poe’s eyes dropped to her mouth and she wondered when he had gotten so close. He was just inches away, all she’d have to do is rise up on her tip toes a little and press her mouth to his. The temptation was so strong it scared her and she stepped back.
“We’d better go,” she whispered.
Poe nodded in reply. “I’ll see you in the morning?” he asked, stepping to the side to let her walk to the back door.
“Bright and early. I hope you can get some sleep,” she said, adding false cheer to her voice. She thought she heard him mutter something about that not being likely, but when she turned he was smiling.
“Good night, Chewie,” Poe called to the sleepy dog in her arms. “Good night, Rey.”
“Good night, Poe.” Rey walked out the back door and headed to the gate separating their lawns.
She managed to wait until she and Chewie were in her house before letting her shoulders slump and taking a deep breath. Oh boy, she thought. This could be interesting.
So Tumblr has decided to delete my blog and here I'm reposting this. As I said this is my first time writing after a long time, so I really do appreciate your review and feedback :)
Accidental Matchmake
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Relationships: Poe Dameron/Rey
“Come on, Chewie! Time to come inside!”
Poe rolled over, groaning when he opened his eyes and saw the time. It was early, way too early for someone who had just gotten to bed a couple of hours ago.
“Come on, buddy. I have to get to work.”
The voice pierced through his sleepy fog and Poe found himself smiling despite the fatigue. The voice belonged to his neighbor. He usually worked at night and she was gone all day.
Because of his strange routine, he never really met his neighbor, but he felt like he knew her from listening to her talk to her dog, Chewie. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but her voice tended to carry through his always open windows.
He would hear her telling the dog about work, her mother, her friends, and her dates. Poe didn’t particularly care for those conversations.
“Chewie, buddy?”
Poe sat up at her voice again. She sounded worried. He knew that she didn’t usually have to call for the dog so many times. He could hear her moving around in her yard, probably trying to find her dog. He wondered if he should go out and offer to help.
Throwing back the cover on his bed, he stood and looked around for the jeans he’d discarded before collapsing into his bed a few hours ago. Finding them crumpled in a corner he stepped into them. He was just about to throw on a shirt when he heard a scratching noise. Pausing with the shirt in his hands, he stopped and listened. There it was again.
Pulling the t-shirt over his head, Poe made his way to the back door. He opened it and promptly stepped back in surprise. Just like his owner, Poe had never seen Chewie before. He was not expecting something so... furry.
“Chewie?” Poe asked. Maybe this was a different dog?
Nope, he decided when the little guy bounced up at the sound of his name, running over to Poe and raised up on his hind legs. Automatically he bent down and scooped the tiny animal into his arms. Chewie started licking Poe’s chin, obviously delighted to have made a new friend. Poe laughed and scratched Chewie behind his ears.
“Come on, pal,” Poe told him. “Let’s go find your mom.”
Walking carefully in his bare feet, Poe made his way over to the fence that separated the yards. It was still tightly closed.
“How did you get over here?” Poe asked, looking down at the little dog in his arms. Chewie just stared up at him, tongue hanging out of his mouth so it looked like he was smiling. Poe huffed out a laugh at the dog’s goofy face and unlatched the gate.
Stepping into his neighbor’s yard, Poe got his second surprise of the morning. He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d been expecting, but a brunette crouching at the corner of her yard wasn’t it. Her back was to him, presumably searching for her tiny dog, and Poe couldn’t stop staring at her ass. It was by far one of the best asses he’d ever seen. The tight material of her trouser hugged it just right and he suddenly found himself grateful he’d put on jeans instead of sweats.
“Um, hi,” he called out, his voice cracking slightly. Smooth, he thought to himself.
The brunette straightened up, whipped around and Poe felt like he’d been sucker punched in the stomach. Holy hell she was gorgeous. He knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help himself. Her big brown eyes were wide with surprise and a little panic, her mouth open just little. Poe realized she was staring at him too.
He barely stopped himself from preening a little under her gaze.
“I think I found your dog,” he told her finally, lifting Chewie in his arms just a little.
“Oh, thank God,” she exclaimed, rushing over and scooping the little fur ball out of his arms. The dog seemed happy to see her, peppering her face with swipes of his tiny pink tongue.
“Where did you go, buddy?” she asked Chewie, kissing his furry little face. The dog gave a little yip as if he was trying to answer her.
“He was in my backyard,” Poe interpreted for the dog.
“Your backyard?” she asked, confused.
That’s right, he thought, they didn’t actually know each other.
“Hi, I’m Poe. Your next door neighbor,” he told her, sticking out his hand.
“Hi. I’m Rey and this is Chewie,” she said, putting her hand in his and she shifted the dog to her left hand.
Warmth spread through his hand from her touch. It made him want to pull her into his arms and hold her there forever. It took him a moment to realize she’d asked him a question and he was still holding her hand.
“I know.”
Her face lit up in a huge smile and Poe knew he was done for. He knew, with absolute certainty, he wanted to see her smile at him like that for the rest of his life.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” he asked, reluctantly letting go of her hand.
“I asked how Chewie got into your yard,” she repeated with a small smile.
“I have no idea. I woke up when we you were looking for him and then I heard him scratching at my back door.”
“I woke you up with my yelling?” she asked, her eyes wide with humiliation. It made him want to kiss and cuddle her.
“Don’t worry about it,” he reassured her with a soft smile. “I work from home so I have a weird sleep schedule. I’m just glad the little guy wasn’t lost.”
He reached over to scratch under Chewie’s chin and was rewarded with a lick to his hand and cheerful bark. Poe looked stunned.
“He likes you,” she stated incredulously.
“I’m a pretty nice person,” Poe said, shrugging. The dog had begun to squirm in her arms so he reached over and took him from her. Chewie seemed happy with the situation and settled into his arms as he’d been there hundreds of times before.
“No, I mean, I’m sure you are a nice guy. I like you so far, but that’s not what I mean,” Poe stammered out staring at her little dog in the arms of a strange man. “Chewie doesn’t go along with strangers.”
“What do you mean?” Poe asked, confused and trying to ignore her statement about liking him. Man, he was so far gone already.
“My uncle Han gave me Chewie when I moved here, my family did not want me to be all by myself, even if we live in the same city. Long story short, Chewie gets along with my family, but whenever I took him to a public places he would either start barking or be very scared and even shake.”
“Really?” Poe said looking at the puffy goofy ball infront of him.
“I better take him in,” she said, reluctantly. “I have to get him in his kennel so I can go to work.” Poe frowned.
“He’s in a kennel all day while you’re at work?”
“I know,” she replied. “I hate it, but I can’t leave him out or he gets into trouble and I can’t find a doggie daycare that can tame him long enough.” She seemed so upset by the situation.
“He could stay with me,” Poe heard himself saying. Wait, what? Did he just offer to baby-sit a miniature dog for his beautiful neighbor?
“What?” Poe asked him, her tone full of doubt.
He should take it back, but somehow he didn’t want to do that. Chewie liked him and Poe didn’t like the idea of the little guy stuck in a kennel all day. It had nothing to do with the fact that he’d get to see Rey at the of the day.
“Why not?” he asked her. “I’m home most of the time anyway. We could just hang out.”
“What if you need to leave?” Rey asked, still not sure about this.
“Bring his kennel over. I can put him in it if I need to go out,” he told her, finding he liked the idea more and more.
“What is it that you do?”
“I’m a song writer,” he answered, somewhat reluctantly. “and when I feel like it, singer.” People tended to have mixed reactions when he told them what he did.
“Oh no. No, no, no!” she said, shaking her head emphatically.
That was not one of the reactions he was used to, however.
“Excuse me?” Poe’s brows furrowed. What did she have against composers?
“No way. You cannot keep Chewie if you’re a composer,” she told him. “You’ll never get anything done! He may look sweet and innocent, but he can be terror when he wants to be.”
Poe looked down at the tiny ball of fur sleeping in his arms and then looked back at the worried face of his gorgeous neighbor.
“I think I can handle him.” She still looked unsure. “Come on, Rey,” he coaxed. “Let me help you, both of you. We’ll just try it today and see how it goes.”
Rey was silent for a long moment, he could practically see her brain working. Processing all the things that could go wrong. Poe widened his eyes and tilted his head in what his sister called his best “puppy dog face.” He heard her sigh and knew it had worked.
“Ok,” she said. “Just for today.”
Poe grinned, happy in the knowledge that he would get to see her again that evening.
“Why don’t I just take him over to my place now?” he asked, not wanting her to change her mind.
Rey bit her bottom lip and Poe barely managed to repress a groan at the sight. He could see that she was still uncertain about the situation. He stayed silent though, letting her work through it.
“That’ll work,” she finally agreed with a smile. “I’ll go get his stuff together and bring it over, is that ok?”
Poe nodded, trying not to appear too excited. Rey turned and headed into her house. He watched her go before realizing he was staring at her ass again. He shook his head and turned toward his own house.
By the time he entered his back door, Chewie was awake again and squirming to be let down. Poe bent down and gently set the dog on the floor. Chewie took off exploring and instantly Poe realized a problem. The dog was so little he was going to get lost. Poe tried to follow him, but Chewie was crawling around at sniffing in places that were definitely not made for a man his size.
“Hello?”
Poe’s head shot up at the sound of Rey’s voice and cracked against the end table he was currently wedged under.
“Shit!” he swore before he could stop himself.
“Poe?” she called, her voice filled with concern.
“Yeah,” he called back, trying to sound like he wasn’t stuck between his couch and the wall. “I’ll be right there.”
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
Her voice sounded closer that time. He had to get out of there before she saw him. He reached for Chewie, but the little troublemaker had a different idea. He darted past Poe’s outstretched hand, jumped onto his head and crawled across his back.
Chewie gave a little bark when he saw Rey and ran straight for her. Poe closed his eyes in defeat before wiggling his way backwards. There was just no way to look cool doing that, he thought.
Once he was clear of the end table, Poe stood up slowly, brushing his pants off as he went. Looking up he saw Rey holding Chewie, the little traitor, and biting her lips together. Her eyes were twinkling with laughter and she looked so adorable it took everything in him not to reach over and pull her to him.
“I told you he was trouble,” she said laughingly.
“I didn’t realize just how small he was until I got him in here. I was afraid I was going to lose him.” Poe admitted.
Rey nodded holding up the canvas tote bag she had brought with her.
“I brought you a few of his things, they’ll help,” she told him, setting the bag on the coffee table and handing the dog to him.
Poe cradled Chewie in one arm and watched Rey pull out more stuff than one tiny dog should have.
“This is probably the most important thing you’ll need,” she told him, holding up what looked to be a tiny clip with a bell attached.
Poe watched as Rey attached the bell to Chewie’s collar. “You can put him down now,” she told him.
Poe obediently set the dog down who immediately began to run around the couch again, the bell jingling as he went.
“Now, you’ll know where he is all the time,” Rey told him as they both watched Chewie. “The rest is his water dish, a few treats and a couple of his toys.” A bit of apprehension was visible in her eyes.
“Hey,” he said, reaching out before he could stop himself and placing a hand lightly on her shoulder. “I’ll take good care of him, I promise.”
Their eyes met and Poe tried to convey reassurance to her in his gaze. He must have succeed because she smiled back.
“I’d better get going. I called my boss to tell him I’d be late, but I have a meeting this morning I can’t miss,” she told him reluctantly.
“We’ll be fine,” he reassured her again.
“Call or text me with any questions or problems. I left his kennel by your back door, just put him in there if you need to leave,” she was firing off instructions and reminders as he walked her toward the back door.
“Poe,” he interrupted. “We’ll be fine. Go to work. We’ll see you later tonight.” She took a deep breath before turning back to him.
“I should be home around 6,” she informed him, reaching behind her for the door knob. “Thank you for doing this.”
“Don’t mention it. Now go to work!” he nudged her gently out the door. He could hear her laughing as she left.
Closing the door behind him, Poe leaned back against it for a moment. The jingling coming from another room in his house reminded him that he wasn’t alone. Smiling, Poe pushed himself back from the door and went in search of the little ball of fluff that was responsible for one of the best mornings he could remember.
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Relationships: Poe Dameron/Rey
Rey fell into her chair with a sigh. She had gotten to work late which meant she’d had to go straight into a meeting which had lasted for four hours. Thankfully, they’d had lunch brought in, but she was exhausted. Plus, the whole time she was in there she couldn’t stop thinking about Chewie. She knew she was a little overprotective, but she couldn’t help it. He was her baby and she’d left him with a virtual stranger that morning. A really beautiful stranger.
She’d been speechless when Poe had brought Chewie back to her that morning. The man was gorgeous with all of his messy curls and sleepy smile. Add in that chin, those incredible dark brown eyes and Rey’s was gone. It had taken her far too long to even notice her dog in his arms. And what was up with that? Chewie wasn’t into meeting new people. At all. Including her sweet friend Finn that she had tried to introduce him to in hopes that he could convince the little dog that her friends could be his friends as well. It hadn’t worked. Chewie had run away and hid until Finn had left. But somehow, Poe of the messy curls and smooth voice, made her tiny dog feel safe.
Rey reached for her phone, which had been abandoned on her desk all day. She should call Poe and see how things were going. Suddenly, she realized that she had never gotten Poe’s number. Hell, she hadn’t even bothered to get his last name! What kind of dog mommy was she?
When her phone chimed with a new text, Rey just about jumped out of her chair. The new text was from an unknown number along with several others from another unknown number. Rey opened the oldest text first. It was a selfie of Poe and Chewie. They were sitting at the breakfast bar in Poe’s kitchen, Chewie on his own chair. Both of them had a bowl in front of them. Though Poe was holding the phone, he and Chewie were looking at each other. The caption read: “Having some breakfast together. One of the most interesting conversation I had in a long time. Stop worrying.” Rey laughed and felt some of the tension drain from her.
She opened the next text. It was a video. Rey took her phones from her bag and plugged it on her phone. This time the only one who was on the camera was Chewie with a small drum in front of him, the little dog was trying to play it. On the back was Poe singing some lullaby and Chewie was trying to go along barking. Rey wasn’t expecting such a cute video and when she felt her heart warm it wasn’t a surprise. “This little guy made some improvements on my work.”
“Own. When did you make this video?” a voice asked over her shoulder.
Rey looked up to see her friend Rose behind her. The other woman was holding two coffees, but seemed to be completely distracted by the picture in front of her.
“I didn’t do it, my neighbor did.” Rey told her.
“Your neighbor?” Rose asked holding out one of the coffees to Rey. The brunette took it gratefully knowing it would be her favorite double expresso. The other woman took Rey’s phone and earphones and hit the play bottom.
“He is a singer?” Rey nodded taking a sip of her coffee. Rose scrolled over the conversation and saw the photo Poe has sent it earlier. “And handsome too? I want one.”
“I’m pretty sure your boyfriend would have a problem with that,” Rey reminded her when her friend continued to stare at the picture.
“Who?” Caitlin asked distractedly.
“Your boyfriend? Who also would be my good friend Finn” Rey reminded her with a laugh.
“Right, right,” Rose responded. “Wait, is that Chewie with him? How did that happen?”
Rey quickly explained the events of the morning as she saved Poe’s number into her phone.
“It was weird, Rose. I’m still not sure what to think of the whole thing, but Chewie seems happy,” she concluded.
“Maybe Chewie is playing matchmaker,” Rose teased.
Rey ignored her friend as she went to look at the last text she’d received. There was another selfie, Chewie was liking Poe’s cheek and the man was wearing a million-watt smile. Rey couldn’t contain her own smile. Tearing her gaze away from the picture, Rey finally read the caption. “I told you, I’m a nice person.”
“Nice wouldn’t be the world I would use to describe.” Rose said still looking at the picture. ““Are you sure I can’t have one,”
“Why don’t you ask Finn and then let me know,” Rey teased as she closed out of the pictures. Rose smiled, taking a sip of her coffee.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll keep my boyfriend. Besides, I think Poe is already spoken for.”
Rey felt her heart sink a little. Her friend was probably right. A man like Poe would definitely have a girlfriend. He was hot, sweet and sing! Of course he probably had a beautiful girlfriend. Rose shook her head. She could practically hear her friend thinking. Rey had no idea how wonderful and gorgeous she was and it drove Rose crazy! She also knew that Rey would never believe her if she said anything. She needed to figure it out on her own.
“I’m glad you’ve found someone to help out with Chewie,” Rose said, turning to head back to her office.
“Thanks!” Rey called, distracted with texting Poe back. Rose laughed to herself as she walked away, but Rey didn’t notice.
She replied Poe with a picture of her desk with the caption “I’m glad you guys are having a better time than me”. She set her phone down and got to work, lighter in the knowledge that her dog was fine.
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