Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[flightforfreedom]

 

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:
Bounty Posters
 

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[killtime]

[ She tangibly tenses in response to his words — tension in her posture, in her thighs where they're wedged on either side of him, even in her fingertips, where they're digging into his clothes. There's these conflicting, confrontational urges burning underneath her ribs — because of course he means more to her than all her nameless one night stands. She'd bleed and kill for him. For him and Rex both. But she still wants to deny what that means. She wants to deny it with the same impossible stubbornness that has Poe calling her out right now.

Unstoppable force, immovable object. ]

If you know me, then you know I don't do that. [ That. Whatever that means. ] And this is not what I signed up for. [ Her voice goes low, rough around the edges. Conflict is written all over her face — conflict, because he's right and she knows he's right, and whatever it is that she feels, it's not what she intended and it's less than they deserve. ] What the hell do you want from me, Poe? What do you want me to fucking say?

[flightforfreedom]

I'll take you never saying "there is no us" to Rex, for a start. [ Where her voice is getting low, his is getting firmer. Not louder exactly, but close. ]

I don't want you to say anything, Andy. You can keep playing your hard as durasteel card as long as you want. You can even keep just fucking me if you want. But I love Rex. And I love you. And I think you damn well know it and I think you do too.

[ That - was not the greatest time for a confession, Poe. Wielding it in battle like a weapon. He flushed, suddenly, half angry, his skin going dark. But the sulky frown was still firm on his features. Fine. It was already out. Might as well double down. ]

I don't need to hear you say it because I know it. You two are the best damn thing that ever happened to me, and I'm not ashamed to admit that.

[killtime]

[ No, no — she doesn't want to hear it. She doesn't want the words. Because the words make it real somehow, and she just... She can't —

Her pulse is throbbing. Her lungs feel too tight. ]

You don't know what you're saying.

[ It's a ragged whisper, dragged free from her throat — gaining momentum as she grasps for any feeling that isn't that knot in her gut, twisting tight at the thought of loving and being loved back. ]

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about — [ There's a crack in her voice as she pulls back, opening space up between them as if she can't bear to be close anymore. ] Fuck you for saying it! Fuck you, Poe Dameron — [ She isn't ready to face this right now. She hadn't meant for this to happen. She hadn't meant to want the words or to want to say them back. ] I don't love him. And I don't love you.

[ It's a lie, and they both know it's a lie. If it wasn't a lie, she wouldn't say it with such desperate anger. Not Andy — Andy, who would placidly smoke a cigarette in the face of death. It's a lie bred of fear and longing, and not more convincing for the way she fails to meet his eyes as she says it. ]

[flightforfreedom]

You want to say that a little louder so that he gets to hear it too?

[ It was dumb, to be hurt by this. He was dumb for bringing it up in the first place. Everything had worked fine in that unspoken balance. He could have kept doing the walk between their rooms. He could have dealt with that. They were together most of the rest of the time anyway, why did he need to need more than that.

This was the angriest he'd ever seen her, and he felt an almost vindicated fury in response, because he knew he'd struck some kind of chord, but damn if she hadn't figured out exactly how to hurt him. ]

Because I sure as hell am not delivering that sack of shit.

[killtime]

I don't —

[ She tries, she honestly tries — because maybe if she says the lie out loud enough times, she'll believe it. Or at least she'll get them to believe it, and then the whole fucking matter can be laid to rest, buried in a shallow grave where she can keep pretending she's too old and too tired to feel the way she feels about them.

But the lie is a painful one to utter. I don't love you. It stalls halfway out of her throat, leaving her frustrated and angry with herself. ]

I don't give a fuck what you do or don't do. [ That's what she finally manages, as she turns away, storming out of the cockpit. ] Doesn't make a damn difference to me.

[flightforfreedom]

Andy-- [ He snaps her name, but she's already stormed out. He spends the next few minutes swearing, and kicking at a bulkhead for a few minutes after that. Once he's expended some of the energy, he decided to go after her - but a chance glance out the window means he spots her leaving the hangar bay, instead, storming off to who knows where.

He lets out another string of expletives and hits his foot way too hard on the bulkhead, radiating pain up through his leg. Fucking--

He sucks in a breath.

And then he storms off to find Rex. ]