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warnings: brief sexual innuendo, I think it says “ass” like once or twice idk, some not very descriptive kissing and that’s pretty much it.
summary: it’s a late night, and you found poe fast asleep in his x-wing.
a/n: this is the first time I’ve ever written anything for poe and I really hope it’s okay!! It’s not beta read or anything – just me in all of my dyslexic glory. If you wanna tell me what you think, that’d be greatly appreciated! Love you lots, and our beautiful flyboy♥️
You didn’t know what hour of the evening it was when you decided to make your way back to the Resistance base, but it was late enough that it was eerily quiet. So much so, that even the critters that lived amongst the forest were fast asleep. You walked through the trees with your head tilted back, eyes glued to the night sky. D’Qar had an interesting array of constellations, something that you had observed over your many nights spent in the clearing of the woods, where you would mediate and practice with your lightsaber in solitude.
Whenever you would return back onto the premises of the base at an ungodly hour such as this, you would go in through the flight hangar to ensure that you wouldn’t disturb anyone. Maneuvering between the many unmanned X-Wings also provided you with the perfect cover if you ever did run into prying eyes. This night was different, though. This night, there was someone in there already; you felt it the moment you stepped foot into the hangar. A disturbance in the Force. It was a good one, though – a comforting presence. A presence that you only ever felt around one person.
And there he was: Poe freaking Dameron, the Resistance’s star pilot, fast asleep in the cockpit of his X-Wing. The cockpit canopy was pulled back and he was reclined sideways across the pilot’s seat with his feet dangling over the edge of the ship. BB-8 was powered down on the floor at the base of the ladder. You tip-toed over to the ship, careful not to wake the sleeping droid, and climbed up the ladder so that you were hovering over Poe’s sleeping figure.
He looked so peaceful, asleep in his ship. His arms were crossed over his stomach and his head was dangling off onto his shoulder. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his chest, which was even more visible than normal, as he had unbuttoned his shirt farther down than usual. He had his necklace on – the one that housed his late mother’s ring that he never took off; you only knew that because of a drunken night at the base’s cantina, where Poe told you his entire life story after drinking six large pitchers of Bahkata. Your eyes travelled up his chest to his lips that were puckered in a sleepy pout. They always looked so soft – you often found herself focusing on them when he spoke, unable to look away.
It was with a jolt of your stomach did you finally realize that you were seeing something that no one else ever had; his X-Wing up close and personal. He was the only person to ever be inside of it and the only person to fix it. You looked around curiously. The cockpit was spotless; it was obvious that Poe never went a day without cleaning it. It even smelled nice – though you quickly realized that it was most likely just Poe’s cologne embedded in the fabric of the seat. Just as you leaned over the side to nudge him awake, your eyes caught a glimpse of a photograph taped to the right of the steering mechanism. A tingly feeling filled you up when you got a better look at it.
It was a picture of you, sitting at the bar at the cantina, mid-laugh as you spoke to whoever had been with you (they were conveniently out of the frame). Your cheeks were flushed from the drink that was in your hand and your hair was falling freely down your shoulders in its natural state. The photograph was a little warn around the edges, as though it had been handled many times.
You took a shaky breath, ignoring the fluttering in your stomach that was all too familiar in his presence, and brought a hand down to Poe’s knee and gave him a little nudge. He was clearly a light sleeper, because the moment your hand graced his pant leg, he jumped up and hit his head on the cockpit canopy.
“Shit!”
“I’m so sorry!” You said, covering your mouth with a giggle. “Are you okay?
Poe groaned, sitting up slowly as he rubbed his temples with his hands. “Great. Just great.”
“Let me see.”
You leaned over him and pushed his curly hair back from his forehead. The spot where he bumped his head was already red and looked as though it was probably going to swell up within the next few hours. Other than that, he was perfectly fine.
“You’re fine,” you whispered reassuringly. “Might be a little sore in the morning. I didn’t mean to scare you –“
“No, no, you’re good. You’re good.” His voice was lower than usual – probably from his slumber. It was croaky and hoarse, and it sent a shiver down your spine. “What time is it?”
“Don’t know. I was just heading to bed when I saw you knocked out in your ship.”
Poe frowned, tilting his head in confusion. It was quite an adorable sight – like a confused, adorable, baby Ewok. “What were you doing out and about this late?”
“Couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk in the forest.”
“Alone!?”
“It’s perfectly safe –“
“No, it’s not! We’re at war, (Y/N)! What if something happened to you? What if you got captured or hurt orkilled?”
You were still barring a smile. “Are you done?”
“Am I –? No! I’m not done! (Y/N) –“
“Poe Dameron, you worry way too much. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”
“I never said you weren’t, but –“
“And if you don’t recall, I was the one who led the rescue mission to that Star Destroyer to save your ass.”
“I know.”
“And who went face to face with Kylo Ren on that ship?”
“. . . you did.”
“So you have nothing to worry about.” The concerned, slightly scared look never fell from Poe’s eyes, so you sighed. “You’re cute when you’re pouty.”
“I’m not pouty –“
“Yes, you are!” You giggled, cupping his cheeks in your hand and squishing his lips together. “So kriffing cute –“
He swatted your hand away, though there was a smile tugging at his lips. “All right, all right. Cut it out. You got some nerve calling me cute, as if you’re not the cutest person in the galaxy.”
Your cheeks flushed. “I – Poe Dameron, do you have a crush on me?”
“I thought that was obvious, given the fact that there’s a picture of you in my ship.”
“I was just gonna pretend I didn’t see it; ya know, give you a shed of dignity.”
He threw his head back with a laugh. “That so?”
You smiled, one of those ear-to-ear grins that showed off your teeth and made Poe’s insides squirm. “So what are you gonna do about this little crush, flyboy?”
“It’s not that little,” he whispered, and your smile morphed to a more reserved, timid one. “And why don’t you get on in here and I’ll show you?”
You took a couple more steps up the ladder, Poe’s eyes not leaving yours for even a second. He extended his arms out to guide you as you hopped up into the small space and settled onto his lap, your hands settling up at his shoulders while his wasted no time gripping your waist. Before you could even say one word, his lips were on yours.
“Mhmm, wanna know why they call it a cockpit?” He murmured against your lips. You could feel the smirk behind his words.
You let out an annoyed groan, though the smile on your face gave away your true feelings. “That’s it, I’m going –“
“No, no, no! I was joking!” He laughed, holding you tighter so you wouldn’t leave. “C’mon, stay.”
You had no choice but to oblige – not when the most beautiful man in all of the galaxy was looking at you with that stupidly gorgeous smirk. You were quick to press your lips back to his, not wanting to waste any more time being apart.
It was quite the sight for everyone the next morning – you fast asleep in Poe’s lap, head buried in his neck as he held you tight against his chest in the cockpit of an X-Wing that was by no means large enough to fit two people.
