Hi could you please do “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” With Poe? Thank you ✨
Of course! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy. :)
“Hey, are you busy?”
You looked up from your book to find half of Finn’s body leaning in the doorway, his expression apologetic for interrupting you. As one of your closest friends, Finn knew that it wasn’t often you got a moment to yourself, but you put your book down as soon as he spoke. “Is everything okay? Are you hurt?” You asked, concern lining your features as you looked him over for any visible injuries.
He cringed a little as he moved over more into the doorway. “Not me,” Finn told you as he supported one very dirty looking, hotshot pilot into view.
Fighting the urge to run to his side at once, knowing that would be way too obvious, you gripped the arm rests of your chair hard as you stood up. “Poe? What the hell happened?” You asked, trying to keep the strain out of your voice as you looked at all the dark spots on his clothes, unsure if they were blood or mud.
“I’m fine, Sweetheart. Finn’s overreacting.” Poe told you, shooting the man helping him walk a look.
It was testament to how worried you were that you could ignore his use of the nickname that would normally send your heart palpitating. “Oh yes, you look the same as always, Dameron.” You said, sarcasm dripping from your tone as you looked at Finn and waited for him to explain.
“He crashed his ship, and he’d only agree to come to the med bay if he could see you.” Finn told you.
Okay, those words had a bit of an effect on you. You glanced back at Poe to find him looking at you with a soft smile that made the anxiety in your chest settle the tiniest bit. “Put him on the cot.” You said, hurrying over to your cabinet to begin getting supplies out. You didn’t turn back around until you heard Finn speak again.
“I’ve got to go brief the General. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” He asked.
Poe’s eyes flickered to you for a brief moment before turning back to Finn. “Nah, I’m sure the good doctor will take care of me.” He replied.
Finn shook his head at Poe’s antics and gave your shoulder a squeeze. “I’ll be back to check on him in a couple of hours.” He told you, heading to the door. “Try not to be difficult.” He called over his shoulder as he walked away.
Poe turned his smirk to you. “I don’t make any promises.”
Only Poe Dameron could continue to be a tease when he was bleeding all over the place. You ignored his comment, and began pulling his sleeves up to address the wounds on his body. “Give me your arm.” You told him, happy there was no sassy retort for once as he placed his arm closer to you. “So are you going to tell me what happened to you?”
“Nothing much,” Poe replied, shrugging his shoulders, and you didn’t miss the slight wince when he did. “Might’ve crashed the ship a bit.”
You had been washing away some of the mud from his skin with a wipe, but paused at his response, looking up at him with a tense jaw. “A bit?”
Poe bit his bottom lip, noticing your look. “All right, more than a bit.”
Worry and anger clashed inside of you so much you couldn’t tell which one was the most overpowering. You grabbed another wipe and began cleaning more mud off of him, stopping when you found a laceration with some metal, no doubt from his ship, inside of it. Grabbing the tweezers, you began the process of removing it. “Is BB okay?” You asked.
“A few fried chips, but he’ll be fine.” As always, he seemed to pick up on the emotions stirring inside of you, even the ones you weren’t aware you had been feeling. One of his large hands covered yours, stopping your movements as he rubbed his thumb in a soothing motion over your skin. “Like me.”
You shook your head at his words, pulling your hand away while every part of you screamed and ached for more of his comforting touch. “Easy to say when you’re not the one fixing you up.” You dropped the tweezers into some alcohol to clean them once you finished. “Other arm.” You commanded.
Once again, Poe complied without resistance, and you could almost feel him trying to assess your facial expressions, so you kept them blank. When you didn’t speak again, he tried to break the tension once more. “You know, I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.”
“Maybe that could have been arranged.” You said, keeping your voice as blank as your face while you concentrated on his other arm. “If you had come back in one piece.”
Poe’s hand reached for yours again, stilling it. “You worried about me, Sweetheart?”
You moved your hand away again to swab at his wound, willing yourself not to cry as you watched blood drip down his skin.
He didn’t wait for your response. Instead he grabbed your hips and hoisted you onto his lap as if you weighed nothing, situating you until your legs were tucked on either side of him. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to start to think you don’t like me anymore.” He said, using one of his hands to tilt your chin up until you were looking at him.
“That’s not the problem.” You replied, still avoiding looking into his eyes as much as you could.
“Then what is?” Poe replied the sweetest, softest, tone in his voice that melted any hardness that was left in your heart.
A soft sigh left your lips as you looked down at him, your eyes taking in the blood on his forehead, the bruises on his cheek and the adoring look in his eyes as he gazed at you. You leaned forward to rest your forehead against his, careful to avoid any bruises and let him take your hands in his own. “I like you too much. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Poe shook his head, giving your hands a slight squeeze. “Nothing too bad is going to happen to me all right?”
A slight frown formed on your lips as you looked at him. “You can’t promise that.”
“Of course I can.” Poe repeated, sounding as confident as if you had asked him a question about flying. “Because I know you’d kick my ass if something did.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, and for a brief moment, the world seemed a little lighter.
