rey (galpatine) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-12-03 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, !nsfw, poe dameron, rey |
Who: poe & rey
Where: room 603
When: 12/01 ; Afternoon [backdated]
What: Working it out.
Status: complete
Warnings: Language & NSFW.
Rey had just stepped out of the shower and dressed. It was hotel provided clothes, which still had more variety than her usual attire. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was working the water out gently as she sat on the bed. It was one of those moments where she was able to be in the room alone, not that the others just lived there. She was just sensitive to their presence. Less so with Finn, but she knew he could sense her struggle and it made her feel incredibly vulnerable. She knew she was spending too much time alone and would have to face the issue, but she just wanted to make sure. The downside was that the longer she waited the more awkward it got. This should have been addressed days ago, but she’d been focusing on herself instead. At times, she’d let Finn hold her. He had a calming effect, but she hadn’t talked to him about what was bothering her. Not what was really bothering her, because she didn’t have to. Pooling the towel in her lap, she felt like she was running out of things to do. Running out of...running. She was talking to others like her, but not, which was an odd experience, but it was a good distraction. Maybe she should just do more of that, but focusing on others would not help her fix the problem. --- And there was a problem here that needed to be fixed. Poe couldn’t even say that he knew the complete ins and outs of it, but he was pretty positive most of it (and the rest of the galaxy) centered around him. At least a little bit. Maybe not completely, but — well. He knew when he was being avoided, was all. They’d gone from comfortable in each others’ company to nothing at all, and Poe knew that Hux asking for a truce wasn’t exactly the full issue of the matter. He’d meant to try and fix it, but for sharing a room with two other people, they all kept strange hours and were surprisingly easy to not see at all for days on end. Maybe that was on purpose. Poe stayed out late, came creeping back at weird times of night and had been good at sleeping in his own bed. And everyone else was good at being gone when he woke up. But this time, when he opened the door to let himself in, Rey was there. He paused in the doorway for a moment, debating internally, before he walked further into the room, followed by a BB-8 who seemed well aware that they were all treading on thin-ice. “Hey,” he greeted, no kind of avoidant at all, because he was tired of it all now. Best to get it over with, one way or the other. --- When the door opened, Rey hadn't bothered to turn and look at it. She was thinking of possibly watching something to try and calm her mind down before bed. There was an endless array of mind numbing material for consumption on the television. There was a series she was in the middle of that she would like to finish, just to know the ending, but she thought about putting that off until the next day and simply going to bed. Instead, she heard Poe's voice and she looked over her shoulder at him. She'd looked at him before. She'd watched him as he slept, even touched him in passing while he was out cold, but not while he was awake to see it. "Hi," she said, as her eyes lowered to pass over BB-8, who was standing a little behind Poe's leg. They'd had their conversation and she hadn't been too kind. She still felt bad about that. He'd only tried to help explain the situation between him and the First Order droid. While she had not been receptive to Hux’s request, she did remember the other half of their conversation. --- “Hi,” Poe repeated, looking back for a moment, before he brushed his fingers against BB-8’s top dome, gestured for the little droid to go further into his home. He had a little corner where he liked to go into low-power mode and he’d go there now, although Poe didn’t really suspect that he’d actually power down any so much as quietly listen. That was fine, it was as much to do with BB-8 as any of them. “Can we talk?” He’d try and ask before he demanded, or just spouted off, because Shara and Kes hadn’t raised him completely without manners (or, they’d tried anyway, any of his failings were his own fault). He wandered further into the room though, settled himself on his own bed, back against the wall so that he was facing Rey. --- Rey watched as the droid rolled over into his corner, before shifting her gaze to follow Poe to his own bed. She was still upset, but mostly tired. Tired of fighting; not him but herself. The question prompted, she met his eyes for the first time in a week. Then she nodded, silently acquiescing to his request. The woman didn't turn to him immediately, favoring giving her hair one last pass with the towel, focusing on the ends. That out of the way, she folded the towel next to her and turned to face him, legs crossed. "Okay. Let's talk." --- Oh, good. There’d been a few days there where Poe had been pretty sure Rey wouldn’t have been receptive to talking even a little bit. Hence all the mismatched schedules and all, he supposed. He didn’t like it, though. Neither of them were passive aggressive and trying to be was just damaging in terrible measure. More stressful than just shouting by far. He licked his lips, leaned forward a little so that he could rest his elbows on his knees. “Who talks first?” He asked, a smile twitching onto his lips, if only briefly. Rey hadn’t been there for that particular quip, but it was still funny. A little. “You’re mad.” --- "Am I?" It wasn't much of a question. She had been furious at the start and couldn't properly focus on much else. "Did you expect me not to be? Seeing him behind our backs, making alliances with that..." she had to stop herself, take in a breath, and bring herself down. Her pitch had gotten higher and she might have gotten louder as she went along. But BB-8's words rang back in her mind, aligning with the conversation about BB-9E once again. "How could you--" She might have run the conversation through her head many times, but now all the scenarios were blending together in a jumble of feelings and words. "Why didn't you tell us? Why did I have to find out from him?" --- Poe rather thought alliances was a bit of a weighty, dramatic word for what was really going on, here. It wasn’t like they were aspiring or conspiring toward anything, him and Hux. It was… both simpler and more complicated than that. Possibly in equal measure. Poe rose his eyebrows up at Rey but didn’t say anything for a moment, only let her get through her jumble of thoughts. He had been right. She was mad. “I wasn’t seeing anyone behind your backs,” Poe said, and he wanted to be clear on that. They weren’t each other's keepers. “None of us have to check in to tell the other who we’re meeting. We don’t have rules. Not like that.” Or, he hadn’t thought they had. “It didn’t start like that. I was just… curious, I guess. Because he went to that Holiday party, you know? And he was half friendly, for him anyway, and it seemed out of character.” --- Alliance was the word you used when someone offered to be your ally, not that Poe had read the exchange. Maybe Rey would show him one day, but today was not that day. The talking was helping but also making things worse at the same time. Rey wasn't particularly possessive of Poe's time. "You know what I mean," she spat back, much harsher than she would have liked. This was not the Jedi calm she was supposed to be upholding. "This is different. This is Hux. General of the First. Order." He could have met with anyone and she wouldn't care, but Hux had hunted them down like animals and attempted to eradicate them. "You've seen what he's done." There were so many things she wanted to yell, but all that came out was. "And how do you know he's not attempting to manipulate you, Poe? What if something had happened?" --- It was true, Poe hadn’t seen that conversation. An alliance hadn’t really been anything that Hux had asked for from him. And if they had it now, it wasn’t because that was what they’d been striving for. Although working together had seemed the best way to help BB-9E out, so there was that. “I know who he is,” Poe said, and it was a little sharp too, his posture going straighter in defense. Because he did know. He thought about it often. Struggled with it. The Hosnian System had been blown out of the sky on Hux’s order. It was inexcusable, unforgivable — but if it hadn’t been Hux, it would have been someone else. Everyone was replaceable in the First Order. “What would be the point of that?” Poe shot right back, hurt that she’d think him so easily manipulated in the first place. “He gains nothing from it here. He could just as easily ignore us all.” And probably, he would have been if Poe wasn’t so insistent on the opposite. --- Rey's eyes were wet with frustration, but she willed the tears back. Her legs had uncrossed by now, hanging over the side of the bed. Her hands were gripping the edge tightly. "I don't know what the point of that would be. He's--" She didn't know anything about him, and was clearly basing all of her judgment on his actions. It was hard not to worry about Poe when he put himself in the sights of a man who could do something that cruel. "I can't." Poe was a respected leader in the resistance. There might not have been a First Order here, but who knew how deep Hux's loyalty ran or how badly they'd brainwashed him. Finn had told stories of their indoctrination. It'd scared him to the point of trying to run away to the outer rim to hide. But he was trying to reprogram the droid. She held onto the thought like a lifeline. "I can't begin to pretend I understand what goes through the head of a man like that or his motivations or how he can even live with himself after what he's done." She could easily find out, but that was not something she voiced, nor was sure she wanted to do. --- “Neither can I,” Poe admitted, and it was true. He didn’t know, he didn’t pretend to know. And although it had been a question on his tongue, weightier than most words, he hadn’t been able to gather up whatever it was he needed inside himself to ask. It was possible that Poe was just afraid to really know what the answer was. “But he’s not… there’s something there that the First Order couldn’t erase.” Poe shifted too, mirroring Rey’s position on her own bed, leaning slightly into the space that separated them. “He cares about that droid. He isn’t looking for a war, not with us.” He paused, glancing down at the floor. “He’s a spy for the resistance,” he said after a beat. “In our future, he saves me, Finn and Chewie after we get captured. And I don’t think he lives through the experience.” Hux hadn’t said as much, and Poe hadn’t actively asked, but he knew a haunted expression when he saw one. --- There were a lot of things Poe said that felt contradictory to her image of Hux and everything he stood for. Cared for the droid? BB-8 could corroborate that sentiment. Not looking for war? Most likely because he was outnumbered, but the spy for the resistance? She couldn't help but let out a short laugh of disbelief at the words, but let him continue regardless. When he mentioned that Hux probably died, she sat up straighter and canted her head curiously to the side. He turned on the First Order? What could have possibly happened to make a man as high up as him turn? It was such a wild story. "In our future?" She'd seen people talk about futures before to those who had not lived them yet. She was still highly skeptical. "You can let him know I'm not planning to execute him," she said shortly after. "I think the other guests would frown upon that." Maybe not so much if they told them what he'd done. "I was just going to ignore him, but if you're planning on becoming friends." --- Poe knew what kind of stuff that Rey had read about here, because he’d done the same thing. Some days, they’d be in each other’s space, scrolling and pointing and giggling about this that or the other thing. They paid attention. So he knew that she knew that timelines weren’t right here. And he also knew that her not going for the kill was both exaggerated but also Rey’s way of acquiescing, at least a little bit. It’d probably be enough to get them both on even footing, if that was what Rey wanted. Except — well. They were already going now, weren’t they? No point in skirting around the other stuff too — they’d all been avoiding each other the last week or so but that wouldn’t be the case forever and Poe wasn’t exactly lacking in evidence, even now. “Friends probably isn’t the right word,” he said, glancing to the side where BB-8 had stashed himself. “I might have slept with him.” --- Rey's brain shorted at the words that had just come out of Poe's mouth and she just stared at the man sitting across from her. While she could not fault Hux for desiring him, the fact that Poe had-- Her mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly unable to process the information she'd just been given. "You what?" --- For once in his life, Poe didn’t say anything snarky — hell, for a moment he was just quiet. He let Rey process whatever it was going through her head and just let his fingers keep gripping the bed, twisting up in the blankets and kept his gaze on Rey for the time being. He wasn’t going to take it back or deny it. He wasn’t even going to say it wasn’t going to happen again, because he’d told himself that once and the second time proved him a liar. “Well,” he said after a long beat. “He’s attractive, and I was curious.” --- Rey shot up to her feet. Her fingers were pulsing as the blood rushed back through them. "You were curious?" This was how Poe was going to die. He was just going to fuck the wrong person. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, before just scrubbing her face with both hands. "Did you kiss me after?" She asked, clearly disgusted. "Don't. Don't answer that. I don't want to know." Did Finn know? "This is why he thinks you agreed to be an ally." She said, turning back to him. "Because you were curious." Rey decided to ignore the part where he thought he was attractive. --- Okay, the sudden movement was unexpected and Poe leaned back with it, like he wasn’t sure where Rey was going and he wasn’t sure if he should follow so instead he just wanted enough space to watch. “I didn’t,” he said calmly. Which was weird, because he was so rarely calm. It wasn’t really an emotion that suited him. “Because you were avoiding me.” And he only said that because that explained it was a fresh thing. New. He hadn’t been fucking around with Hux for the length of time they’d all been here, or anything. Well. There’d been some kissing, but no actual fucking. Mostly they’d meant well, with the cooking and the droid things. --- At first, she thought he was talking about the ally thing, but then he added the bit where she'd been avoiding him. "I was." There was no hiding it. There wasn't a point when she'd disappeared the night they'd talked. "I..." She wasn't good at talking about her feelings or sharing her thoughts, but they were talking. She agreed to talk. Or rather, she'd told them they were going to and that's what they were doing. "There's something inside of me," she started. "You know the Force has two sides," she revised. "When Luke started to teach me, he taught me how to seek it out and I--" She paused before sitting down in front of him again. She could have stayed standing, but she did not want to for what she was going to confess. "I went straight for the dark. When Hux told me you had been speaking to him and had already come to an agreement, I was so angry I could feel it trying to drag me down again." She closed her eyes. "I've been struggling with it all week. Finn knows, but I don't have to explain it to him like I have to you." Opening her eyes again, she looked up to meet his own. It was harder here, where she didn't have objectives and missions to keep her focus. There was almost nothing to do. "I didn't want to hurt anyone," she said softly. "So I put myself where I could not." --- If Poe had expected to hear anything, this hadn’t been it. Finn knows hurt maybe a little, even though he knew why it was easier for Finn to get stuff like this, why he’d always struggle to understand the pull between light and dark within. Poe was deeply flawed, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t pretty much always relentlessly optimistic. Every bad decision he made was in the want of a good cause. He wanted to say that Rey should have told him. That they should have talked earlier, but he knew better. He didn’t want to go face first into a pool of hypocrisy. Instead he reached for her, just a hand out. Rey could ignore it if she wanted. He’d deserve that, he supposed. “And now?” He asked instead. --- Rey's eyes rested on that outstretched hand for a good while. It was a simple gesture. It was one she'd seen before. Finn hadn't offered his hand so much as simply taken hers. Kylo, however, had offered that hand twice. Once on Starkiller base, and the other time was on Snoke's vessel. But this was different. He wasn't asking her to make a choice. He wasn't asking her to forsake the light or her past. The hand in front of her meant something else entirely and yet it still felt like a big decision. "Now," she said in the same soft tone. She reached out, before gently pulling her hand back, fingers curling as she hesitated. A moment later, those same fingers slid across his palm before curling around his hand. It was grounding and she felt like she could finally come up for air. She could choose Poe without giving up everything else. There was no ultimatum attached to this acceptance. It was not just familiar, but now comforting. "I'm still working on it, but it's a lot better." --- There it was. Poe hadn’t quite realized how much he’d been worried Rey wouldn’t take his hand until he had it out there and the seconds had been ticking by, her expression careful, thoughtful. But she did take it and Poe let a little nervous jolt of a laugh bubble up through him before he squished her hand in his. It felt important, but he probably didn’t (and couldn’t) fathom completely why. “I’ll help you. If I can.” Poe knew, though, that the Jedi stuff wasn’t really his forte. Still, he was earnest and he would try. “Are we good?” He asked, head tilting down somewhat even as he peeked up at her through dark lashes — a little flirtatious, but hardly innocent. Poe wasn’t asking forgiveness, really, and he wouldn’t make any promises that he was going to stop what he was doing either because he knew he couldn’t. But he didn’t think what they had was contingent on anyone else but Rey and himself anyway. Nothing had to change. She just needed to know he missed her, was all. --- The feel of his hand squeezing hers made her squeeze back in turn. She let out an audible sigh, feeling so much tension slide out of her body at the sound of his laugh. It was strange how much you could miss a person you saw almost every day. He said he'd help her and she smiled a strange half amused sort of smile. Poe had no idea just how much he already had done just that. The follow-up question would have been answered quicker if it wasn't for that look he gave her. She hadn't let go of his hand, but she did raise a brow. There was another sigh then, this one resigned as she lifted herself from where she was seated. Her free hand came under his chin, tilting it upwards as Rey leaned in to kiss him. "Maybe." --- Oh yeah. The feeling in the room was way better now. Before, Poe had been hesitant to even stay, it’d been so heavy in here. But now it was — just about normal. The smiling helped. It always did. And the sigh helped too. Poe loved that sigh, like she was so put upon by him being himself. Honestly, she wasn’t even the only one who did that to him, so it was quite possible that Poe was just a vexing sort of person. That there were just people out there who were willing to put up with it was warming to him, somehow. He straightened up his posture a bit in order to get to that kiss a little faster, and it wasn’t any kind of chaste thing — even if it was a little gentle, he was squeezing her hand tight, still. Maybe was something he could work with. --- Rey had only meant to take one kiss, but his eagerness drew her in. She'd missed his touch and now that she'd tasted his lips again, she wanted more. Not having gone far, she closed in again, stealing another kiss. This one was much less brief than the one before it. The hand under his chin, shifted to his shoulder for balance as she leaned her weight against him. The connection of their hands had not been broken, though she loosened her grip enough to slide her fingers between his. She'd said 'Maybe'. Maybe they would be. She wanted them to be. She'd been hurt and wanted that pain to stop, and while the load had lightened, there was still the hollow where it had taken root and she wanted to erase it. --- She could lean her weight on him all she liked, but it didn’t stop Poe from playfully tugging at her until they were both sprawled together on the mattress that only he’d been using this last week. Side by side, Poe could offer her a toothy little smile before leaning in for another kiss. He seemingly had an endless supply of the things — at least as many as were necessary to make that maybe a more positive thing. “Tell me how to make it good,” he breathed it out, low, like the request was a secret just for them. He was difficult sometimes, he knew that, but he could also be sweet when he put his mind to it. --- A small sound escaped her as she was tugged onto the bed with him. The smile he gave her was answered by a smile of her own, though the expression was marred with what looked like annoyance. She took the kisses offered, not minding the excess at all. How would they make things good? She slid her hand into his hair, pulling him closer to take another one of those freely offered kisses. "We'll figure something out," Rey said as she slipped her leg around his waist, pulling him closer. --- Annoyance was fine — it wasn’t a look that Poe didn’t get now and again and it was alongside a smile, so it obviously didn’t really count. He tilted his head up a little to peck a playful kiss onto the spot between her eyes, the part that creased a little when she frowned. But then they were back to kisses and he freed up both his hands so that he could get one arm underneath his own head, a support of sorts, even as he ran his fingers up her thigh, rested on her ass since she was wrapped around him and he could reach. “Right now?” He asked, nipping at her lower lip, “I can put the work in.” Well, he could put more than work in; there was certainly some stirring interest. --- The kiss on Rey's forehead may have been playful, but it felt intimate. Her nose scrunched in response. Feeling his hand move up her thigh, her grip on his hair tightened at the nape of his neck. She remembered a sound he'd made once when she'd done it before. She was sure it was a good one. "Now's good," she breathed, feeling that 'stirring interest' start to poke at her. Rey rolled her hips, grinding against it. Her other hand was wedged between them a little awkwardly, but she'd started to bunch up his shirt tugging it upward. --- It had been a good noise once, and it was a good one again -- a little sigh of a moan that had his eyes half closing, his fingers tightening against her behind. Yeah. Now was good. Poe’s hips echoed hers, a slow roll that he paused only when she started tugging at his shirt. He’d be happy to take it off. Take everything off, even but -- He cleared his throat first. “Hey, there’s -- don’t get mad, it’s just a bit marked.” --- Yes, that was the sound. That was the sound she wanted to hear him make and she smirked against his lips as he made it. She moaned, feeling him meet her rhythm. Far too much clothes was between them now, not to mention the warmth that was now flooding her body. Her tummy tightened, and she was tightening her hold on him with her leg until he paused to clear his throat. She was a little confused by what he meant by marked. That was before she pulled up his shirt fully and saw what he meant. His body was covered in bruises in different stages of healing. He'd asked her not to get mad. She couldn't see why she'd get mad unless it was... "Oh." The angry purple layers around his neck were confusing and she pressed into them curiously with her fingers. --- Oh didn’t sound mad, so Poe was going to go with it being fine, even if Rey was clearly curious enough to touch. Or, well, poke. And when he made a noise this time, it was a little bit of a hiss, his hips twitched forward again because — well. He wouldn’t have the bruises if he hadn’t wanted them. He shifted, twisting until his shirt was fully off, tossed toward the floor and offered Rey a grin that was a little wild, eyes dark. “Your turn.” --- Rey heard the hiss, but didn't let up on the pressure. The feel of his hips jerking against her answered a few questions, but more sprung in her mind. It looked like he'd been beaten, but he'd enjoyed it? The shirt off, her fingers trailed down the map left on his skin and the possible story it told of what had happened. Pressing lightly here and there before meeting his dark gaze. She pulled her hand back, gripping the bottom of her shirt. She couldn't deny that she loved that look in his eyes. Shuffling herself, her top joined his on the floor. The thought of catching up or making some new markings of her own crossed her mind. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to one of his bruises, before parting her lips and gently biting into it. --- It wasn’t like he was discouraging questions — if she had them, he’d tell Rey all she wanted to know. Or as much as he could — sometimes there was just no explaining everything. But he liked what he liked, and every bruise had been allowed, the consent of it probably just as hot to him as the actual act. But he wasn’t trying to derail where they were going, either. Another little laugh bubbled out of him when she bit him and it hadn’t been expected but it was sort of delightful in its’ own way — the laugh didn’t last long anyway, turned into something a little breathier pretty damn quickly. Poe’s fingers skittered across her newly bared skin, like maybe he was relearning even though a week wasn’t all that long, it felt like it’d been. “You — s’okay,” he said, encouraging. Whatever she wanted. --- She wasn't sure what had possessed her to do it. It wasn't like she needed to reclaim him, but maybe just a little quiet protest to Hux's lasting impression. Also, he wasn't adverse to it. He hadn’t pushed her away and even laughed. The reaction that followed, the sound he made encouraged her to bite down a little harder, but not enough to draw blood. Poe was beautiful. She'd desired him from the moment she'd first really got a good look at him; not that she understood how at the time. But, she was a quick learner, taking mental notes of things he appeared to like. His fingers felt good, but she pulled his hand up, pressing his palm against her breast. Her nipple hardened, pressing against the pad of his hand. "I what?" She kissed the spot she bit, before pressing another against his neck, then his chin, and recapturing his mouth once more. --- Poe would maintain that none of the marks on his skin were about claiming, but it wasn’t actually anything anyone was arguing with him about so it didn’t matter. It was just fact laid in the groundwork of his bones, no need to be voiced. Rey was a fast learner though, or maybe she just had sharp teeth — either way he was writhing over it until she let up, leaving him panting and uncomfortably hard in jeans that he hadn’t gotten around to taking off yet. But his hands went where she wanted, his attention turning. He brushed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, traced light circles there before scrapping the edge of his nails against them instead. And then they were kissing again and it was less about little details and more about the both of their chests pressing together the same way they were stealing each other’s breath. “Nothing,” he said, because he hadn’t really gotten that far in his own thoughts before. “I missed you.” --- Her body shuddered against his as he teased her nipples, and she was now fully aware of how touch starved she'd been. She was mewling shamelessly into his mouth, every time their lips parted, and struck with the stupid dilemma of what to do with her hands. It wasn't that she didn't know what to do with them, so much as she wanted to do everything with them. Claw him, run her fingers through his hair, squeeze his ass, but she settled for shoving one between them and rubbing the outline of his cock in his pants. She stupidly started fumbling over the zipper when she should have gone for the button first. Was he wearing a belt? It undid itself with a little effort. "I missed you," she said with a lilt that implied 'too'. Her hand slipped inside, over his underwear, stroking him through the fabric. --- Yeah, he got the too. That was obvious in there. And it felt nice, to hear it, because he’d been worried. He hadn’t been sorry for what he was doing with Hux (Poe carried so little shame or indecision about his personal decisions, he saved all of that for his Resistance related ones) but he had worried that he’d broken something else in the process. It was a nearly dizzying relief that that wasn’t the case. Or maybe that was just Rey’s hand on his dick. He was desperate enough now that he very nearly felt lightheaded about it. He squirmed under her, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of his pants to pull them down - over the concept of clothing being between them. He liked Rey’s hands. They were rough, in a way -- the kind of hands that knew work, and practice and were just as good at play. “Tell me what you want,” he said, teeth against her jawline, hand guiding hers back to his cock, because he could be a little greedy even as he offered to give her anything he possibly could. --- They were far too close for her to get a good look at his mostly naked form, but she remembered what it looked like. She was aware of it in more than just the places she touched, although those were the places her focus on landed the most. "What do I want?" she asked, as she teased his balls with a light trail of her nails before she worked up stroking him again. What did she want? "I want you inside me." There were so many other things they could have done, but she wanted that connection. Why was she wearing pants? A skirt would have been more convenient, not that she could have predicted this. At least, they were the stretchy kind. --- Why was she wearing pants? Why was anyone wearing pants? Poe had some feelings on the matter, and none of them were currently pro-pants, which were obviously only good when doing some kind of run and slide maneuver, which he had yet to need to do here. So pants were right out. And he said so by dooming himself to having less attention paid to his dick while he shifted enough to slip her pants off of her hips, playfully yank them down. “Yeah. I can do that,” he said, and he’d be happy to. Would have been happy to do most anything she’d asked, really. Once they were both free from the tyranny of pants, Poe shifted again, pushed and pulled in equal measure until she was on the mattress and he was grinning down at her, all teeth and charm and bruises. It was his turn to his hand between her legs, learned fingers tracing a gentle line before parting her lips, pressing a finger inside of her because he wasn’t the sort to just go without any kind of prep. He leaned down enough to kiss her again at the same time because now they’d started, stopping didn’t feel like much of an option. --- "Good," was all she managed. Rey lifted her hips as he yanked at her pants, having to let go as he moved out of reach. Her legs shifted to help him out, before she felt herself pushed on to her back. Then she was under him, feeling his erection pressed against her leg. She squirmed, even as he smiled down at her. His fingers teasing her, she rolled up into his touch before letting out a soft guttural moan at feeling him press one inside of her. She was already wet, warmed up with the anticipation of what was to come. Rey loved how he touched her, despite her very clear answer. He was thoughtful and she was a little impatient, but she trusted him. She squeezed around that finger as her legs clamped around his hand. She slipped her hand into that soft hair of his as she kissed him back, the other taking his cock again. She stroked in rhythm with him, passing her thumb over the tip. --- Poe wasn’t without his own sense of impatience, and it probably showed sometimes considering how much he got himself into trouble, but he was more willing to hurt himself over it rather than someone else. Plus slipping a second - and then a third - finger into Rey wasn’t exactly a hardship, considering the pretty noises she made when he did it. He was kinda riled up now though, especially when Rey got her hand on him, returning the favor and it was very nice but he didn’t want to just have it all end before it started. So he pulled away a little, rearranged himself so that he was between her legs (there were other positions to be in, great ones, and they’d end up exploring them all at some point, even the ones that probably took more effort than they were worth, but he’d missed her, and he wanted to see her face and be able to kiss and this was just the best option for that). “Good?” He asked, but Rey had already said what she wanted, so he didn’t really wait before he was lined up and pushing into her, the motion steady and smooth but not like he was in any kind of rush. --- Rey felt herself stretch around that second finger and then the third. There was a slight discomfort there, but in a good way as her muscles started to relax around him. She was most certain she could get off this way, and there was a whimper when he withdrew. When he pulled himself back, she didn't just let go, but traced the bottom of his cock before he resituated himself. Her legs spread eagerly for him as he settled between them. There were other positions she liked, but like him she did want to kiss him and see him. "Yeah," she started, but the word drew out into a moan as he pushed inside of her. Her knees lifted, thighs sliding higher up his waist to take more of him in. She'd definitely missed this. "Could be better," she teased, nipping his lower lip. Her hand trailed down his back over the curve of his ass and gripped it. "You could actually fuck me," she goaded, bucking her hips up as she did so. She sank a bite into another dark spot on his skin. A beat passed before she added, "You don't have to be gentle." It wasn't full of confidence, but there was an air of curiosity. She looked up at him to see his reaction to the suggestion. While she didn't have the full idea of what he'd been through, it looked like he'd enjoyed it? If Rey didn't, Poe knew she'd have no problem stopping him. --- “Wow,” Poe said, and while he’d been trying to sound hurt over it, it just came out breathy, pleased. Both because he’d bottomed out and because she was in a mood enough to both sleep with and tease him. It felt a little like success if not some forgiveness. “No?” He asked, kind of directly after a moan because she was biting him, so how could he not? His hips sort of stuttered over it before he found a quicker rhythm again, his hand tightening on her hip. “S- not for everyone,” he said, because she didn’t have to offer stuff like that, it was pretty obvious he had an outlet. Maybe less obvious that he wasn’t exactly leaving Hux as much of a mottled mess. Poe kissed Rey again though, teeth sinking sharp into her bottom lip. --- She may have been a little obsessed with hearing him moan, whimper, and the way his words were breathy when he was worked up. "No," she affirmed, feeling the stutter of his hips before he started to move faster. Rey would not have complained if he'd started off there, but that was a conversation for another time. "Won't know unless I try," she assured him. It wasn't so much as an offer as an exploration. She wasn't here to compete. His cock felt so good inside of her. The tightening of his hand on her hip caused her to tense up, the pressure sending a nice zing right between her legs. The fingers on his ass gripped none-to-gently, nails digging into the tender flesh there aggravating any bruises beneath them to spur him on. There was a mix between a yelp and a groan when he bit her lip, but it didn't detract from how good he was making her feel. --- Poe would always give Rey this — she was game for a lot. Plenty of people said they’d try anything once, but it wasn’t really true (even he had his limits) but he was pretty sure that if Rey said it, she damn well meant it. He was charmed by her enthusiasm. He hissed out this little noise, directly into her mouth over the way she dragged her nails over spots that were already bruised — his pace getting thrown off a little. Not that it mattered, because that meant he got to pull at her thigh, getting Rey to hook an ankle around his waist. Better angle, easier to really get some speed up, since she seemed to be keen on that. “Yeah?” He asked, because she didn’t sound like she hated the bite but — well. Better do a few on her neck, just for good measure and the sake of experimentation. -- Rey was becoming a puddle of sensation, purely enjoying everything he had to offer and it showed. It showed in the way that she was now desperately gripping him with her hands. The new angle he'd created by moving her leg was absolutely delicious and he'd hear how much she enjoyed it in the change of her pitch as it climbed higher with each thrust. The moans melted into frantic breathy whines as she felt herself getting closer. "Poe." The name was nearly exclaimed, feeling his teeth sinking hard into her neck. Her fingers gripped his hair roughly, pulling his head back, but it wasn't because she wanted him to stop. She wanted to kiss him again, which she did. Then playfully bit at his lip, possibly a bit too hard in her excitement. --- Yeah, he totally heard it. No one could ever say Poe wasn’t good at paying attention to things, even if he didn’t always act like he was. He nipped playfully at her knee cap before he was being dragged in for another kiss and yeah, he’d really fucking missed those. It wasn’t about how many he was getting or not getting from Hux in the meantime. He just… liked both equally for different reasons. The moan he let out when he tugged at his hair and then bit his lip wasn’t quite a sob, but it was a near thing and it made his hips stutter, erratic, a little too excited and it was really hard to get back on track. He’d lose himself sooner rather than later. “I’m going to come,” he said, a little high pitched. But that warning was more a close than a now thing, and he let go of Rey’s thigh in order to slip his hand between so he could really make sure she was feeling good. Poe was never going to be one sided about things like these. --- "Poe! Ah!" Her hips bucked up sharply the moment his fingers touched her clit. It was too much, too sensitive, and she couldn't even try to hold out. She'd already been on the precipice of release, before he'd started to stimulate her. Her fingers kneaded the back of his neck like a kitten and her back arched, lifting it off the bed. "Poe, I'm---" she didn't finish the sentence with words, but cried out. She'd come hard; blindingly so. The sound of blood rushing filled her ears and she felt herself squeeze around him. Rey was aware of how ragged his breathing was getting, his moans, and the way he was holding her. "Come," she gasped as his face came back into focus. "Come for me." It wasn't a command, so much as an invocation. She wanted to see him come. She wanted to feel him do it while she rode the high of her own release. --- Command, invocation — whatever. Poe didn’t need to be told twice (in one sitting — ironically, he had been told that twice this week now), not when he’d been teetering on the edge for a while anyhow. Rey was squirming, muscles clenching and Poe came right along with her, his forehead pushed into the curve of her neck, mouth hot on her collarbone. Sometimes he wondered if he felt too much and that’s why he was the way he was but right now he wasn’t thinking about much at all, he just shook apart on invocation, giving just as much of himself as Rey could want. Catching his breath afterward was practically a chore. --- There it was, that telltale shuddering she loved so much. A giggle bubbled past her lips, just reveling in everything. Yeah, things were a lot better than they had been when the conversation started. Breathless and sated, she didn't slump, but still clung to him. Her arms and legs cradled him, fingers of one hand nestled themselves gently in his curls, the other hand stroked up and down his back as he tried to catch his breath. She wasn't trying to do much of anything, just floating. "I feel like we're almost good now. Might have to work some more out later to make sure." She could not stop giggling. --- She didn’t slump but he kind of did, just enough to pull them apart so he could then press back together in a way he wouldn’t have been able to whilst still inside of her. He was a curve around her frame then, a comma who was very insistent that Rey keep that hair petting up for just about as long as possible. He’d just really missed it, was all. “Okay,” he said on a huff of a laugh. They’d lay here a bit more. And then he’d move, to get a towel. Or relocate to one of the other beds. But for now, he was just going to nuzzle his face into the side of her neck. “Okay. I can do that. Whenever you want. T’make it good.” --- Rey's body flowed with his, easily shifting to accommodate his new positioning. She didn't mind being a mess in that moment. They'd work hard to make it. She preferred he didn't move and was glad when he didn't and settled in against her. When he agreed to her suggestion, she pressed a kiss to the top of his head, before letting out a satisfied sigh. Her body relaxed back into the mattress. She chewed tenderly where he'd bit her lip to test it, now remembering how he'd handled her. The adrenaline had managed to amplify and numb the sensation at the same time, turning pain into pleasure, but she knew what she had to look forward to. "I just realized how much this is probably going to hurt later," she said thoughtfully. "But I can't seem to care.” --- “Yeah,” Poe said, and it came out dreamily, a little sleepy. “S’like that. Good when it happens.” He was quiet for a second after that, rubbing his nose against the line of her neck, like he was trying to prompt her to do that thing again where she really got her nails into his scalp. “And then… it’s nice again later. When you move and — it hurts a little, but in a way where you remember.” --- She could see how that worked. Might be a bit inconvenient later, but it wasn't anything that wouldn't heal. Maybe. Coming down was nice. Her body was still humming. That had to have been the longest week and she wished she'd been able to fix this sooner. Rey loved the nuzzling he was doing and she lazily scratched his scalp to encourage it. "That makes sense," she said half listening to what he was saying. She still had some feelings about his dealings with Hux, but that was something she'd only have to voice if it became an actual concern. He'd made some valid points, which she didn't want to consider, but she wasn't the one at a disadvantage here. She shoved the thoughts attempting to retake her mind down, ignoring them in favor of just savoring the moment. "Last week was awful. Can we not do that again?" --- Poe stilled at that, because yeah. Yeah. Last week had been awful. Awful enough where he definitely didn’t want a repeat. “Yeah,” he agreed, “Let’s not. Sorry.” It was as much as a wordy apology as he was going to give, no doubt, but he had been honest when he said he’d work to make it better. Not necessarily just like this, but with just being better in general. He could do that. |