Sucking on Poe's neck. (Right on that nice large vein that throbs as he splits you in half) Kisses on that perfect jawline.
Marie.
MARIE.
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Poe wears your marks like a second pair of dog tags these days. He wants everyone to know - on the flight deck, in the hanger, in the barracks, in the field. He wants them all to know that he belongs to you.
That you suck on the flesh just to the left of his adam's apple when he grips you in your bunk late at night. That your teeth sink into the skin of his throat, your tongue laving at the vein that beats beats beats a steady rhythm just for you. That you are the one bruising and marking and owning him in ways that nobody else could.
What no one knows, however, is that you are marked, too. But your markings are lower. More intimate.
The constellation of bruises that color the inside of your thighs. The mark that mars the curve of your breast, hidden away under your bra. The massive purpling that has begun to populate the hollow of your throat, rendered unseen by your recent penchant for tops with high necklines.
You might own Poe, but he certainly owns you in return
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This was specifically for you, Marie, and @sacklerscumrag <3 (and also for @paper-n-ashes because Poe)
