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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

TIMELINE
* indicates NSFW

Andy and Poe meet *
Andy and Poe's first gig *
Rex Meet Cute
Poe makes Andy the Copilot *
Poe and Rex have a Pleasant Evening *
Poe gets Andy off talking about how hot Rex is when he makes an O face *
Poe confesses his feelings for Andy, she storms off
Poe tells Rex about Andy storming off and accidentally confesses feelings for him too
Finally getting the stupid woman back on the ship
Andy and Rex "spar"
Poe getting to say "I love you" to Andy during sex and not getting punched *
Poe and Andy get snacks for Rex, or try to anyway
Poe gets himself hurt
Poe wakes up and gets lectured at by Andy
Then by Rex
Poe Tells Andy he wants to marry them at the worst possible moment *
Andy and Poe propose to Rex

UNSURE TIMELINE:
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I mean - [ A slight frown. ] The ones who want to fuck me, sure.

[ Does he really seem like a hard lay, Andy? ]

Sure, though if you have any arguments about the contract details, you better get those out of the way now.

He stepped over to where she sat in the copilot's seat already, and held out a hand. ]

Deal?

[ To be fair, she isn't such a hard lay either. Which really makes it remarkable that she's been fucking him and only him this long. But she'll call it convenience and leave it at that.

He sticks his hand out and she reaches to grasp it with her own, using her strong grip to tug him down towards her. ]

Deal.

[ It's predictable, when she leans to press her mouth hard to his — but hell, like she gives a damn. ]

[ It's a little predictable, but also a relief as she pulls him in and kisses him hard. Her question had cause a thread of doubt to weave its way into his mind. Was he changing the balance of the relationship so much that he wouldn't have this, anymore?

But her firm kiss immediately sets that to rest as he slides a knee onto the chair against her thigh, straddling her lap as his lips immediately parted against hers, pressing close with a deep hunger.

When he had to breathe, he took the opportunity to lean back and reach out to slam his palm on the console, which caused the cockpit door to slide shut with a woosh, and the 'locked' light to come on. He turned his attention back to her, his eyes dark and the usual smile missing from his lips, but he still leaned in, taking another deep, hard kiss as he settled his body down against hers. ]

[ The job went... Okay, so well wasn't a word that could really be used here. It was a suicide mission, they'd both known that going in. As cocky as Poe was about it, a large piece of him had taken the job because it might offer a glorious death. At least if he died doing it, no one would hear about it and say "what a lame way to die".

It wasn't until years later that he realised without Andy, he probably would have. Not because of her incredible skill, or because he was less reckless - but because having her there had given him a reason to get through it, rather than seek the blaze of glory. He was still stupidly reckless, but he was being reckless to get them both out of there.

They'd had to split up - racing through half abandoned city streets in a rainstorm of blaster fire, the heat making him sweat so much that his clothes all stuck to his skin. He reached the ship before he did - even had the payload with him, since she's been covering his ass. He could take off. He'd be more likely to survive - every passing minute giving the Empire more opportunity to have ships blink into the sky and shore up the blockade.

But he couldn't.

So instead a few moments later, Black One suddenly nearly landed on her, guns blazing to take out those she hadn't had the time to pick off, the ramp already half lowered. As soon as her feet touched the ramp it started to close, nearly throwing her into the hull of the ship at they rocketed upwards. The blockade was shoring up, only a single gap in the fleet that couldn't be caught by tractor beam, and Poe threaded it like a needle, slamming the jump to hyperspace barely a second after they were clear.

He gave an excited woop, and immediately leapt from his chair, dashing out of the cockpit straight to where she was, and smacked a firm, sudden kiss right on her lips. ]

Did you see that? [ He asked with a heady, breathless demand. ]

Shit, you are fucking amazing.

[ There was one brief moment when she thought she might actually die on this shitty fucking planet — one moment, before Black One and its cocky ass pilot came in from above. He really should have left her behind — especially after all the shit she gave him that morning — but she doesn't complain about the rescue either. It's almost a relief to slide in on the ramp and tumble roughly inside. Maybe she wasn't so ready to die today after all — though who can really say why. But there's an odd sort of thrill in surviving, a high that keeps her heart beating a little fast even once they're in hyperspace.

She meets him halfway when he comes to kiss her, huffing out an amused little breath that might have been a laugh if she'd been the type to try a bit harder. ]

Yeah, I saw it, you fucking show off. Think you were cutting it a little close there?

[ She can admit this: If it's an exaggeration to say that he's the best pilot in the galaxy, it isn't one by much. It's been a long time she she's seen flying like that. And honestly? It's kind of hot. Kind of puts a girl in the mood — even though they're both covered in grim and sweat and whatever the hell else. Either way, she's in no hurry to pull away. ]

And I told you I was good, didn't I? [ A little dryly: ] Just because I'm a sloppy fuck doesn't mean I can't do my job as well as you do yours.

[ For all her efforts to keep herself from getting comfortable, comfortable is exactly what she is. All of this has become familiar over the past few weeks — this ship, even this chair, and definitely the way he kisses her, hard and hungry like that. It's automatic, the way her palms settle on him, fitting to the small of his back before sliding further down for two cheeky handfuls of his ass — leverage she uses to shamelessly grind up against him.

But even in the heat of the moment, she's come to know him well enough to notice the absence of his smile.

Low and a little wry and a maybe a little fond too: ]

Are you still pissed?

No one else would have been able to get there any faster. [ He looked smug despite her teasing, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her close, despite the fact that he was still drenched and muddied and bloodied. That was what freshers were for. ]

You are not a sloppy fuck, [ He pointed out, leaning in to press a kiss to her throat. ] but sure - I definitely underestimated your ability. I won't make that mistake a second time.

[ She lets him pull her in close — only to press her hand flat against his chest and shove him up against the bulkhead, closing that small distance quick so she can nudge her thigh between his. Apparently she doesn't mind the mud and blood. ]

What makes you think there's going to be a second time?

[ Honestly, she should be mad he even brought up the possibility — or at least make a show of being mad. But her heart's still beating fast from their escape, and the reckless part of her just wants to ride that high as long as it lasts. It's been a long time since she's felt this good. So her words lack the bite of a real reprimand — the edge is a mocking one, taunting instead of scolding. When she smiles, it's just a little mean. ]

You figure you're gonna convince me to stick around or something?

Oh, now it matters? [ He muttered, but it was very hard to continue to be grumpy when she was grinding against him, so he just ducked down and started mouthing against her throat as he rolled his hips down, he hard outline of his cock running solidly against her. ]

I don't know. A little. [ Honestly, as he nipped at her throat with his teeth. ]

Pretty fucking proud too, though, so. There's that.

After that? Fuck, yeah, you're definitely on my short list to call for backup.

[ He grunts as she shoves him against the bulkhead, and then shamelessly starts to rut against her thigh. ]

Which-- I mean, I'm pretty sure we could grab a follow up gig from this client immediately, after all this, so if you don't have a gig, yet...

[ Deft fingers were already puling lose the fasteners of her pants. ]

[ Fuck it. This is already breaking her rules. She almost never does repeat jobs, not for the same client, not for a decade or so at least — makes it harder to track her, keeps professional commitments to a minimum — but hell, she's not supposed to fuck the same person twice either, definitely not the next fucking day, and here she is. So fuck it. She'll be pissed at herself for it later. But if she's going to regret it, she might as well come once or twice first. ]

You wouldn't know how to find me even if you wanted to.

[ It's wry but breathless too, and there's an irony in her even pressing that point when she's already taking her clothes off, carelessly shrugging her jacket onto the floor and tugging her shirt up over her head as he works open her pants. It's a heartbeat before her hands are on him again, pressing to the line of his jaw to draw his face towards hers for a kiss that's at least half teeth. ]

But hey, keep stroking my ego. Maybe I'll do that second gig just to hear you tell me how fucking amazing at my job I am.

[ If she dwells on it too long, she'd have to confront what it means that she's still here after all these weeks. After this crazy mission, this business with the clone they picked up — the long term consequences they've picked up. She'd have to face all the personal rules she's broken and remember why she'd been so stubborn about those rules before this.

She likes him. She likes him a lot. And yeah, it's hot to feel the press of his hard cock through their clothes, but she finds herself drawn in just because it's him — and that's a hell of a lot more dangerous than any job they've pulled off together so far. But knowing that doesn't stop the wanting. Sure as hell doesn't stop her from slipping one hand between their bodies to palm him through the front of his pants, teeth catching on her lower lip as she gives him a taunting little squeeze. ]

Proud of what? [ It's a dry little murmur, half-distracted. ] The number of strays you've managed to pick up?

[ He grins against her teeth before managing to return the kiss, half distracted as he manages to get the fastenings loose and then push her pants down off her hips. He doesn't push her underwear off, though, leaving it on solely so he can get a glimpse of her still in them as he slides his hands down under the fabric, deft fingers put to another use as he rubbed against her. Nothing fancy, just a teasing outside touch. Though if his fingers strayed a little lower, if a finger dipped between folds, no one could blame him. ]

Does it count as ego stroking if it's just the truth? [ He asked as he grabbed a breath, before chasing after her lips for a hungry kiss again. ]

I saw you storm that one sniper position, that was fucking nuts and yet you looked bored--

[ He gave a soft groan, rutting against her hand as he slid his hands down to her waist, edging her shirt up until his fingers were sliding over her bare ribs, still edging upward... ]

No, of- of you. Of us. I don't know.

It just felt really good to do something that wasn't fucking smuggling or gun running, or... I know all those things help in the fight, but this? This is good. If this goes right, maybe they can find a way to save the rest of them, too--

[ He pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it off somewhere as he returns to kissing her neck, palming and kneading one of her breasts with his hand. His voice dropped lower as he continued, softer: ]

You backed me up when anyone else would have thought I was nuts and shot me in the spine. It was the right thing, I knew it, and you-- you were just incredible, I wanted to kiss you so hard--

[ It'd be easier to kick her boots and her pants off if she'd just pull away for a second, but she seems to prefer to brief struggle over giving up this closeness — and whatever momentary inconvenience there was is immediately worth it when his hand wanders between her legs, even just that teasing touch, enough to earn an unsteady exhale when she's already worked up and high on the thrill of surviving. She's already starting to get wet, just from a little rushed and eager foreplay. ]

Maybe I was showing off too. [ She murmurs her answer low and wry into that tiny space between their mouths before leaning in for another quick, hard kiss. ] Sometimes it's more fun with an audience.

[ But if the risk of almost certain death has her looking bored, this sure as hell doesn't. Her eyes are dark, her attention heavy as she watches him, purposefully shifting her weight to press her thigh harder between his. ]

Come on. If you're going to touch me, then fucking touch me.

[ His own investment in the situation is made very clear by just how hard he is against her thigh, groaning as she pressed into him. ]

Fuck, you are way too hot, you know that, right? Wish I could have jumped you right then-- [ He was actually very much focused on the job he was doing, but now that he was thinking back over it? Yeah. Yeah, he kind of wished he could have stormed in after her and then fucked her up against a wall feet away from where she'd raged ruin.

Slightly dark, maybe, but fuck it was hot.

He was happy to obey, grinding his palm against her clit as he slid his fingers deeper. He could feel her getting wetter as he moved, as he teased and rubbed and then slid a finger inside of her. He groaned, the tight wet heat impossibly compelling. ]

[ It's not the first time she's thought this about him — that he's too sentimental and noble for a galaxy that's in such a shitty state, and that someday that good heart will get him killed or worse. That thought makes the tiny reciprocating swell of pride in her chest bittersweet. She doesn't know what to do with the two conflicting instincts that come with it — whether she should fight her rational sense and stay, if only to try and protect this, or if she should fight her feelings and leave, before it all goes up in terrible flames.

It did feel good, to do the right thing — to do it together — but the other shoe is always waiting to drop. She doesn't know if she wants to be here for that. If she can stand to be, after all the things she's lost. All these possible consequences, swimming around in her head. It might only be the distraction of his hands and his lips and his voice that keeps it all from overwhelming her right there and then. ]

I do think you're nuts. [ Her own voice has dropped low to match his without her noticing. One hand closes over the one at her breast, urging him to be a little rougher as the other hand impatiently tugs the front of his pants open so she can get his cock out into her palm. ] But it'd kill my sex life if I shot you in the spine.

[ Let it be about that instead, and not the attachment. Don't let him call her out on her better nature, or the fact that she gives a damn despite knowing full well that she shouldn't. ]

[ It honestly wouldn't even have been her first time fucking in devastation of her own making — but she's existed long time, and most of that time has been spent looking for ways to feel alive or ways to tempt a glorious death, and it's hard to say if anything checks both those boxes harder than mixing risk and sex. But she's far from complaining about doing the fucking now — probably wouldn't even care if they were back in that filthy alley behind the cantina where they met the day before, so long as he keeps touching her just like that, giving her friction and pressing his fingers up inside her.

She eases up a little with her thigh, just enough to make room so she can feel out the hard outline of his cock against her hand through the barrier of his trousers, rubbing her palm against it roughly. It's low and mocking when she answers, both mean and wanting at the same time: ]

Guess there's always the next gig. [ An unsteady little exhale. ] Fuck me like you fucked me last night, and I might just stick around again.

[ He chuckles, taking it as a joke, roughly grasping her breast and pulling at her nipple between his fingers after she coaxes his on. He rolls his hips against her grasp, groaning as she pulls him free, biting at her throat. ]

Well, we can't have that, [ He teased back, like this was a joke they were both in on. He peppered kisses down her neck, his free hand going for her fly. ]

It would take you days to find another reckless pilot to fuck into the ground. And I wouldn't even have the opportunity to teach them the ropes. [ He grinded his palm against her crotch, clothes still on, and sank his teeth into her shoulder. ]

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Deal. [ The word is a rushed breath, as if he either missed or ignored the mocking tone, and he punctuates it by shoulder checking her roughly - finger still buried inside her - and twisting around her to shove her up against the wall and trade places.

He pressed close, pushing his trapped cock against her palm as he pins her, a second finger sliding in with the first before he starts moving them both roughly, finger-fucking her with an almost wild abandon, the slapping sound of every thrust of his fingers an obscene, wet one. ]

[ She touches him with the knowing familiarity of a lover, her grasp stroking up the length of his hard cock before turning into a taunting caress of light fingertips over the head, the brief press of her thumb there before her fist closes back around him, sliding back down to the base before starting over again. Her touch only falters at that first hard press of his palm between her thighs, stalled by that friction — then the unconscious tightening of her grip when he bites her, drawing out a sharp breath.

Her back arches as she looks for leverage to grind back against his hand, shameless even through the barrier of her clothes. When she finally answers, her voice is low rough murmur, barely there: ]

I don't want another reckless pilot.

Oh, fuck —

[ She moans out a rough curse, her free hand instinctively catching in his clothes when her balance falters a little, fisting tight in the fabric. ]

Fuck. [ Emphatic, breathless, strained — and half-drowned out by the crude sound of his hand between her thighs, his fingers thrusting up into that wet heat as she clutches at him, all her thoughts derailed, her knees barely able to stay open. She bows her head, pressing her forehead to his shoulder as she pants. ] Fuck, I can't —

[ Instinctively, her thighs try to close against his hand as she starts to tense up. ]

[ He seemed absolutely focused and determined, and when he knees tried to close he pressed his body in between them instead, grinding himself up against the back of his own hand as he fucked her roughly with his fingers, not letting up for a second. His teeth are sunk firm enough to bruise, though he pulls back to press a hard kiss to the abused flesh instead. ]

Yeah, you can. [ His voice was rough, his fingers unrelenting as his hand was increasingly coated the evidence of her arousal. ]

You can come around my fingers, then you can come around my cock a second time for good measure--

[ He gave a low, soft groan, his cock leaking precum at her touch, grinding into her grip. ]

Good, cause he isn't going anywhere fast.

[ He turned his head, chasing her lips for a kiss. ]

Definitely not without a co pilot.

... What do you think about going and breaking in your new quarters?

[ Wryly: ]

Why, you want to take me to bed properly?

[ She tilts her head at him, a little amused that she's getting more than just the formality of the job title — new quarters too, huh? Hell. In another mood, she'd probably be prickly about it — about the implications of having real quarters of her own, and not just space she's commandeered in the interim while telling herself she'd pack up any day now. But the line she's been trying to draw just keeps getting moved, and she's already said yes, because some part of her wants to be here for whatever's next, even if it's probably an inevitable shit storm. ]

Guess we might as well. [ A meaningful glance downward at his cock in her hand, the precum beading there. With a taunting dryness then: ] I mean, as long as you think you can stand to wait that long.

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