sekkritaus | Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

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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[ The stinging imprint of his teeth in her shoulder is almost as good as the relentless thrust of his hand between her legs. She knows that'll be black and blue later — a day or two maybe, fleeting with her physiology, but long enough that it'll send heat straight between her thighs every time she turns her head and feels the mottled skin ache.

Not that she needs the encouragement of her imagination to get her to the edge. He's doing a plenty good job of that — she's so wet that the slide of his fingers is effortless. Her thighs tense against him where his body holds them open, her grasp on his clothes twisting harshly in the fabric as she leans her weight back against the wall in an effort to stay upright. Every little breath is strained and quick, growing shorter the closer she gets —

Her mouth falls open on an airless sound when it hits her, her eyes squeezing shut when the rest of her body goes tight — then she's shuddering, twitching hard around his fingers, muffling her moans against his shoulder as she shakes. ]

Mostly because I plan on fucking you until we pass out and being horizontal helps with that. [ The reply was easy banter, but there was a warmth rising to his cheeks that hadn't been there a minute ago. ]

And yeah, I can wait. Just because I can fly fast doesn't mean I have to. [ He turned his head to nip at her ear, pulling the lobe in between his teeth and sucking on it.

Then he forced himself to stand up, pulling out of her grip, with his cock hanging flushed and dark out of the opening in his pants. He didn't even bother to tuck it back in, or to give Andy her shirt, before he pressed the button on the console that made the door slide open. ]

Come on, then.

[ Teasingly, as he walked straight out and then - took the immediate door on the right, directly across the hall from his quarters where Rex lay asleep.

The co-pilot's quarters weren't huge - nothing was huge, on this ship - but they were a far sight more comfortable than the cramped space she'd had before, and the cot - while still clearly meant for one person - was a far better size. Poe was already stripping out of his clothes as soon as he stepped in. ]

That's it... [ His voice was almost a purr, fingers gently slowing their assault as she came, peppering kisses into her hair. ]

Yeah, fuck, that's it... It feels so fucking good when you come.

[ He slides his fingers out, slick fingers as wet as she is, rubbing gently against her clit to eke out any last elusive aftershocks. ] Get the rest of our clothes off, [ He murmurs, not removing his hand, just pressing small circles against her. ] Then you better decide fast how you want me or I'm just going to take you like this.

[ Andy doesn't seem particularly interested in maintaining her modesty either — why waste the time? She follows after Poe, her steps light as they pass his quarters and into her quarters. Hers. It feels funny to stand there and think that this is where she'll be staying. She'd been untied to any one place for so long she half doesn't remember what it feels like to have a place for the long term. It makes her pause for a moment before she moves to finish undressing, leaving her clothes in a pile by the door.

With a mild wryness: ]

Fighting a little injustice really gets in you in the mood, huh? [ She closes distance — but only to shove him towards the cot. ] First you make me your copilot, now you want to fuck in bed... [ Climbing onto the mattress after him, she goes on with that same wryness: ] It's almost halfway romantic.

[ She's sensitive so soon after, and even the light press of his fingers at her clit makes an electric little shiver run down her spine, coaxing out a few more little twitches that only emphasize the emptiness left behind by the absence of his fingers. Fuck. It makes her hands fumble ever so slightly when she goes for his clothes, rough and careless as she tugs his shirt off, then goes for his pants, shoving them down unceremoniously. ]

Guess it's a good thing I'm not all that fucking picky. [ Her breathlessness takes the edge off her habitual dryness. ] Are you always like this after a job? [ 'Cause a girl could kinda get used to this. ]

Edited 2019-02-05 17:24 (UTC)

Best aphrodisiac there is. [ He may be grinning like he's joking, but... He isn't, really. Except maybe that it only makes him interested in sex. The comment about it being romantic actually does make a little light turn on in his head, but he hides the slight flush that it inspires by leaning in to pepper kisses to her throat as he slides back onto the mattress under her.

And then, of course, in jokes. ]

Almost halfway, huh? Well maybe if we take down the emperor I'll even splurge for flowers.

[ He slid his hands onto her hips, leaning up to try to catch a kiss and pull her down against him at the same time. ]

Only when I finish a job and turn around to find someone this hot.

[ Because damn. He could get used to this.

He takes his hand away so that he can get his arms out of his shirt, kicking his way out of his pants as he finally went for the rest of her clothes, discarding them with barely a thought until the two of them were finally completely free. He could see now where a blaster bolt had singed her arm, where scars lay from battles before. And now that he could picture her in battle, he knew that she'd earned those, like badges of honour. He ducked his head to press a kiss to a faded scar on her shoulder, even as he took her legs and tried to pull them up around his waist. ]

[ She can't remember where half her scars have even come from anymore — her life's been so long and so bloody. She's lived through so many things that would have killed anybody and been disappointed by that more than once. So it takes her a moment to realize that the place where he pressed that simple kiss bears the mark of an old wound, and she doesn't know why that makes her pause, her heart stuttering slightly in her chest — a fleeting moment, before his hands urging at her legs draws her attention back, heat flushing anew between her thighs.

Bracing her back up against the wall behind her, she gets her legs up around him. ]

What, even with all the dirt and blood? Sweet-talker.

[ She accuses mildly, like it wasn't kind of a turn on just to watch him pull off their last minute escape through the blockade. ]

Wow. [ With an almost fond sort of sarcasm: ] Flowers. Hell, if you're going to throw flowers into the mix, I might have to cut this short and go kill the emperor right now.

[ Although honestly? She's already ignored her better judgement and helped him to bring Rex on board, so who's to say she wouldn't follow him on a stupid, crazy mission to overthrow the emperor himself?

Maybe not right this second though. At the moment, she seems a lot more interested on leaning down for another kiss — giving him just a little hint of teeth, a light bite that catches on his lower lip. Her hips resist his pull just to be a bit mean, to taunt with those few scant inches between their bodies — as if she isn't already wet and eager for him. ]

Yeah, [ he says roughly, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. That's good. After spending what felt like an age not being in control, it's good to know that he can take ahold of it again, take things at his own pace, take his time doing what he likes - and what he thinks Poe would like too.

Right. Time to do this. Rex settles his weight onto Poe's legs. He's always been an intense man, apt to focusing on one thing and one thing alone, sometimes to his detriment. It's the way he's always been. And now, it seems, the full weight of his attention is honed in on the task at hand; there's no question that there's nothing else he's thinking about right now. ]

I don't do things by half-measures, [ he says, starting with his hands perched atop Poe's shoulders and sliding them down his chest, more interested in slow exploration for the time being.

Above all else, Rex likes to excel at things. He liked to excel at his classes, at leadership, at marksmanship, at organization - so why not at sex too? ] So, [ he says, swatting Poe's hand away so he can wrap his hand around his cock himself, giving it a couple of experimental strokes, twisting his palm at the head the way he figures he'd probably like it, ] you'll have to let me know how this goes.

[ If he does poorly, he expects to be corrected. It's only fair. ]

[ She exhales audibly when the door closes behind Rex, sagging against the wall a little and closing her eyes for a second. This fucking day. It's been a shitshow from start to finish. She's really getting too old for this. Hell, and they're not even out of the woods yet.

After a moment, she glances over at Poe: ]

Is this going to happen every time we run into a desperate stranger? [ Dryly: ] Or is it just because he's tall and handsome?

[ It was telling, that the joke didn't even earn a twitch from his lips. ]

I know I can't fight every battle, let alone win them.

But this one we could fight. And we can win it. So it's worth it.

[ His answer is sobering. Maybe Andy's nobler instincts have been dulled by centuries of cynicism — all those wars she's fought, all the good people she's outlived — but they're there, and she understands, even if some weary part of her might prefer not to. There's an ease akin to relief in having made the choice, despite choosing the harder path, and it loosens a little something in her chest, some small fragment of all that weight she carries around inside of her.

Sometimes she's so tired of fighting — sometimes it feels like the same repeating patterns, over and over again, no ground gained for all the blood spilt — and sometimes it feels like there's no point to all her strength, all her skill if she doesn't fight to make some kind of difference. Doing it for money, for the thrill, for an end in flames — it's a high that fades faster than she can chase it. But the small, steady quietness inside her right now...

She won't argue. Instead, a bit dryly: ]

You keep saying that. We. Us. [ She glances away again. ] Like it's going to be you, me, and him against the galaxy or something.

Especially with all the dirt and blood. [ Ruefully, a smirk flickering across her face, and he nips at her neck for punctuation even as he reaches down between them to grip the base of his cock and line it up against her.

But there's an urgency to his need that despite some half-formed witticism waiting on his tongue, he lets it go in order to press a heated kiss to her lips instead, pushing his hips forward as he sunk himself inside of her. He broke the kiss off with a ragged groan. ]

Fuck, you're wet-- Making fun of me, but you're just as into this as I am--

Petals leading to the cockpit and everything. [ The smirk grows wider against her lips, but breaks off in a small frustrated noise as she teases him. He raises his hips instead, just enough that his hardened length could rub against her, teasing in return.

But as he's looking up at her, hair cascading down her bare shoulders, locks caressing her nipples every time she sits up a little...

Romantic she said.

Fuck.

Fuck, he was in love with her.

His expression faltered, and he wet his lips. Bad timing, Dameron. Super bad timing. So instead he propped himself up on an elbow, reaching out with his free hand to grasp her chin and pull her lips to his, taking a much more deep, focused kiss. ]

[ He stepped over to her, lips still in a frown, and reached into her jacket before she could stop him to grab her pack of cigarettes and her lighter. He pulled one out, lit it for himself, and then handed her stuff back.

A long drag.

Then a shrug. ]

What, like it isn't already?

It was me against the galaxy before. I don't have a problem with not being alone, for it.

[ Poe's tongue hovers against his lips, an amused and fond smile flickering there, eyes watching Rex carefully as his hands explore his chest. He's not interrupting, though - he's keeping his hands to himself, even if his finger tips kind of graze against one of Rex's elbows.

I don't do things by half-measures, he says, and Poe swears he can feel his heart grow about half in size again. Adorable? Fucking adorable. He knows better than to say as much.

The thought disappears as Rex bats his hand away and finally grips him himself, and Poe's mind goes blissfully blank, his lips parting as the smile fell from them. ]

Don't worry, I uh - I doubt you could go wrong, but I'll keep you appraised. [ He wet his lips, swallowing. ] You uh - you want to kiss me, first? [ The question an impulsive one, out before he could double think it. ]

[ A light scoff — and a sidelong glance, as he helps himself to her cigarettes. She'd reprimand him, but hell, not much point in fronting right now, is there? ]

It doesn't have to be. [ She exhales and closes her eyes, settling into her seat for the long wait. ] But it's all fucking academic at this point. We have to make it out of here first.

[ She can feel how tired her body is. Or is it an emotional kind of weariness? It's been a day full of ups and downs, and she can barely tell the difference anymore. Maybe she'll just rest a little while, just to make sure she's as braced for their escape as possible. Won't be the first time she's slept sitting up in a strange place anyway. ]

Wake me up if something goes wrong, will you.

[ He walks over to the other wall, leaning against it so he can see the entrance as well as the door that Rex left through. ]

Yeah. Don't worry, I couldn't sleep if I tried, and you're way better at punching things than I am.

So I'll keep watch, and yell if anything goes down.

[ This close, it's impossible not to notice the moment the expression on his face changes — and she almost breaks another rule, almost asks: Are you okay? She's not supposed to ask. She's not supposed to care enough to ask. But then he's kissing her, and it's hard to pay attention to anything except that — the familiar press of his mouth to hers, how it steals her breath and makes her pulse quicken.

She kisses him back hard, only drawing back enough to utter a single absent syllable — her lips pursing on the shape of the first letter before going soft and round in a rough little whisper: ]

Poe.

[ It's become a running joke between them, mockery that Andy accepts in penitence — but she'd meant what she said back then, that it was strange for her, to love someone so much without ever seeing them undressed. It was different with Poe — that had at least started out the way she was used to — but with Rex... There isn't even the excuse of sex. Nothing to blame except her own sentimentality. And that feels vulnerable somehow, even now. The wanting feels vulnerable — and the idea of honest, sober nakedness in front of someone whose opinion actually matters to her.

It's as if some wall still exists for her, against all better reason — as if it even makes much difference, when they've already said the words to each other. When they've all fallen into bed together in a tangle of limbs and need. It's stupid. It's a stupid hangup, and she knows it, so she tries not to think about it too hard. Like avoiding the thoughts means anything now when she's already spent plenty of nights picturing what it could be like, with Poe's hand between her thighs and Poe's words feeding her imagination. Poe — the gracious bridge between them, and the distraction she needs not to dwell on the improbable idea that one of the men she loves might not want her the way she wants him. It only pisses her off to care about it when she didn't give a damn who she was fucking or not fucking just a few months ago. Why acknowledge any of those doubts when she can spend her days in stubborn denial instead?

Still. There's only so many ways to work off stress and energy on a ship. ]

Hey. You busy? [ She leans in the doorway to the makeshift weapons locker to bother Rex, her tone deceptively casual despite her restless energy and habitually wry when she goes on: ] Could use a quick spar — and Poe's too pretty to hit.

[ The sound of his name off her lips sends a strong shudder right down his spine, his heart hammering hard in his chest. His hand slips from her chin, fingers sliding back behind her throat, weaving up into her hair, nails just barely biting at her scalp as he strains to raise his hips, to connect them, warm body to warm body. It makes a nerve lock in his supporting arm, a shiver running through it as he kisses her again, deep and longing. ]

Andy...

[ He breathes like a secret on her lips before he’s kissing her again, trying to pull her back into his lap, not to penetrate - just to rock against her. ]

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[ It stalls her — just for a split second, when she hears him say her name. She looks at him for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. There's that fight or flight instinct again — a visceral reaction to being known — but she's been acting against her better judgement all fucking day, and finally, all she offers is a quiet, breathless acknowledgment: ]

Yeah.

[ She shouldn't want to hear him say her name like that — she shouldn't have let it get to the point where he knows her name at all — but it feels good, almost as good as being touched, and suddenly she doesn't want to tease so much anymore — suddenly, the need feels urgent, and she yields to his pull on her, widening the spread of her knees on either side of him so she can rock down, rubbing soft wet folds against the length of his cock. She sits straighter and lets her arms wrap around his shoulders, drawing him flush up against her as she grinds against him. ]

Oh - all right.

[ It's a good thing that Poe didn't think twice about asking, because Rex certainly isn't. As far as he knows, this is how all dalliances go. That, and he's eager to have a bit of a do-over after what a disaster the beginning of this whole affair was, even if he does think it's odd that Poe would rather start slow when he's been pent up all this time.

He keeps his grip on Poe with a firm, steady rhythm, too slow to do much more than keep the momentum going, and leans in for a kiss. It's as gentle as his grip is firm, tentative and questing, but far better than his first attempts, his jaw more lax as their lips meet. Rex is somewhat aware that his heart shouldn't be pounding so but perhaps it's to be expected; this is a new experience and is admittedly coming after what can only be described as a life-altering orgasm.

No wonder Andy stuck around for that first week. He'd always wondered. ]

He's too pretty to hit, is he? Then what does that make me? [ Rex says, arching a brow, though without any real heat behind it. He hasn't thought much about the fact that he and Andy haven't done much more than share a couple of kisses and each other's company, incalculably pleased on the nights when they all wind up together as a tangle of limbs, their togetherness and closeness far more important than anything else they could be doing. It would be a lie to say he hasn't thought about more. He's thought about it a great deal. He's thought about it a great deal even before he knew what was going on, and it'd be a damn lie if the first time he decided to truly have his way with Poe wasn't after doing a bit of eavesdropping and letting his imagination do the rest, but they've got time, now.

They've got time even if she's not quite so interested in him that way as she is Poe. She'll hear no argument from him. Poe is very, very pretty. It's one of the agreed upon laws of the natural galaxy. He gets to his feet, putting away the weapon he'd been working on with the same fussiness as he does every day and turns to face her. ] Let's have a go, then. And that's assuming you can hit me.

[ She can. But Rex likes to goad her anyway. ]

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