Poe "Fite Me" Dameron (
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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

TIMELINE
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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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He relaxes, a little, when she says that Rex is resting. He was so used to the three of them together that waking up to just one had given him brief pause for panic.
Three days. Shit. Anything could have happened in three days. Not that it was him he was thinking about. He needed to be awake and flying if he was going to keep Rex and Andy safe. (It didn't matter that they didn't really need it.) At the "reckless bastard", however, he couldn't help the flicker of a fond smile across his lips. ]
Sorry to make you worry, Andy. [ Murmured gently. ] Gonna take more than that to take me down, though.
[ Said as if he wouldn't definitely be dead if Rex and Andy hadn't pulled his ass free. ]
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You're not that sorry. [ She responds wryly. ] Because I know damn well you're just going to do it again next time.
[ Then she'll be annoyed all over again. But, in the moment, it's hard to stay angry. She's just... Glad. To talk with him. To see that stupid smile on that stupidly handsome face. And maybe that relief doesn't show readily on her face — gods know she'd rather keep her feelings close to her chest — but when the urge rises to lean in and kiss him, she doesn't fight it too hard. Wild hair spills over her shoulder as she bends down, the press of her mouth to his soft where her words were hard. ]
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I will, probably. But I'll try not to get hit again.
[ He admitted easily, still looking far too fond. And when she leaned down to kiss him, it was the most natural thing in the world to let his eyes close and return it - though he couldn't quite get himself up to meet it like he'd like to.
He's just so relieved that they're both okay. Even if they're mad at him. And with the gentle press of her lips, he's pretty sure she's not that mad.
Upset, yes. Frustrated, sure. Thinks he's an idiot? Definitely. But she's already forgiving him. ]
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You better. I'm too fucking old to be dragging your body around like this. [ She's never said explicitly how old — but what few Scythians are left in the galaxy are notoriously long-lived. Centuries, at least. ] Practically threw my back out trying to get your dumb ass out of the wreckage.
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And yet you don't look a day over two hundred. [ Teasing, lip twitching in amusement, though his eyes were still soft. ]
... Thanks. For saving my dumb ass.
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[ She says that, but she readily leans down when his hand lifts towards her, putting herself in easier reach for him to brush that stray hair from her face. Damn, but she's softer for him than she should be. Soft for his smile and his teasing. ]
Besides, if I left you behind, I'd have to answer to Rex.
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[ There was a small pause, before his smile turned a little cheeky. ]
But see? That's my point. I can die while I've got you two to come back for.
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She's never been very good at that. She only knows how to play it off. How to let her wryness come to the surface over all the soft, vulnerable things she might have said instead. There's only the little things, like how she lingers when he touches her face, keeping herself close when it would be easy to pull away. ]
Famous last words, Dameron. [ There's her eternal wryness. ] Though, on second thought, it could be kind of hot to get a dressing down from the big guy. [ With a twinge of mockery: ] You'll have to let me know, after he comes in here to lecture you for almost blowing yourself up.
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Or ever. ]
But I'll let you in on a secret. It's super hot. Every time. At least this time everything hurts too much to want to jump him.
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Oh, is that why you're always putting yourself in mortal danger? [ Dryly: ] So much of your reckless bullshit makes sense now.
[ But the words can't be anything but fond, even if habitual mockery gives her voice a slight edge. Look at her, the way she leans into his touch — how she ducks her head a bit, just to press her lips briefly to the pad of his thumb. ]
Should've known your dick's been doing the driving this entire time.
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What's the phrase? Can't take the pilot out of the cockpit?
[ He pauses, presses the pad of his thumb to her lips as he makes a dumb little kiss with his own, like he's transferring it through his hands. Look, he's an idiot, forgive him. ]
... He okay, though? [ He wanted to ask "Are you okay?", but he figured she'd answer more honestly about Rex, and then he could probably extrapolate. ]
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As much as she likes to claim she's better solo, that's never really been true. Now more than ever. She —
She needs them. ]
...It hasn't been the greatest three days. [ That's what she goes for, at length. Words fail to describe what it was like, with Poe so still and quiet, her and Rex restless and frustrated and... Scared. ] He'll be glad to see you. [ A pause, then a bit quietly: ] He really loves you, you know.
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I know.
[ There was no cocky bravado in it. No smug sureness. It was a hard admission for her, and he took it as one. But he'd never doubted that he was loved, even when both Rex and Andy had been frustratingly dumb about it. He'd argued with them because he knew he was.
He knew what she was hiding in those words, too. And he could hide his own. ]
I really love him, too.
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Andy exhales heavily, suddenly feeling the weight of the past several days. Wordlessly, she nudges gently at him, to see if he'll be able to move over a little — just a little, enough to make a small space for her to carefully crawl into the cot beside him. ]
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She lets one hand rest carefully over his chest, her palm pressed against the place where his heart beats.
Very quietly, tired and a bit rough around the edges: ]
I missed you.
[ So much. Even though he hadn't really gone anywhere at all. ]
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She spoke, and for a split second he felt guilty: he'd really managed to upset them. But the guilt didn't last. They were alive to be upset. He was alive to be upset with. That was what mattered.
He turned his head, eye closing as he leaned in to press his lips to her hair, breathing her in deep. ]
Sorry. [ For making her worry, for getting hit: not for doing the reckless stupid thing in the first place. ] I'm right here.
[ Then, without a sound uttered, his lips forming the words silently against her scalp: ]
I love you so much.
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He almost died. He should hear her say it back. Even if sometimes the words feel like glass in her throat - a painful truth. An acknowledgement that she has so much to lose.
Andy turns to bury her face against him, muffled and quiet when she answers: ]
I love you too.
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It's a stupid idea and he knows it is, the instant he has it - he really should be lying still and trying to rest - but there's just too much in him, suddenly, to stay in there without some sort of outlet, and he doesn't trust words right now. Not with the fragile warmth of hers still lingering. He didn't want to break them.
So he didn't speak, but he did shift, turning a little on his side toward her, hand slipping under her chin to try to ease her up and away from his chest - and as soon as he had a clean shot, leaned in to take a warm, full, lingering kiss from his lips.
His ribs could file a complaint later. ]
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Thankfully, Poe's always been good at that.
She should insist that he rests. He must still be hurting — she doesn't need to be human to know his body is only barely out of the woods at best — but selfishly, she'd rather press her mouth against his, basking in the familiarity of how his lips fit to hers. All those days of worrying and waiting culminate in a kiss that's a little harder than it should be, driven by her sudden need to feel him and be close to him. ]
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He shouldn't push it. He shouldn't, but he's already deepening the kiss, returning the force she pressed upon him and wanting more. He turns until he's fully on his side - a slightly pained grunt escaping him almost unnoticed - as he slides his other arm down her back, hand pressing against the base of her spine to pull her up flush against him.
It hurts. Force, it hurts. But not as much as the idea of letting her go, right now. He slid his knee between her thighs and pressed close, groaning against her lips. ]
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She lifts her hand to cup his face, fondly brushing her thumb against his cheek. It's a low murmur into the nearly nonexistent space between their mouths when she speaks, wry and warm: ]
We keep going like this, and you'll end up bedridden another three days. Then we'll both be in trouble with Rex.
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Would absolutely be worth it. [ Is what he mumbles, in the end, but he gives her one more brief kiss and the grunts as he rolls back onto his back. Ow.
With one arm still under her, he uses it to try to gently coax her back up next to him again. ]
Can't blame me for trying. But I guess I can wait a couple days it if means I can celebrate getting out of this room by dragging you both to bed.
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You’re worse than I am.
[ But it doesn’t sound as much like a reprimand as it probably should. Particularly not when she’s casually draping her arm over him to take his other hand in hers, tangling their fingers together. There’s so much warmth buried under that hard exterior of hers, utterly inaccessible to anyone except the two men aboard this ship. ]
You sure you can survive a few more days?
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Maybe. Long as Rex doesn't lecture me for too long. [ Even with his eyes closed, he grinned. ] Then I take absolutely no responsibility for my actions.
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sneaks in here for an endtag AS THO THIS COULD BE ANYTHING BUT INCREDIBLY SHMOOPY