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's lucky to be loved with such patience — not everybody would endure it, those long stretches where she goes without acknowledging the things she feels or how strongly she feels them. Maybe she's come a long way from outright denying it — a long way from that day when they fought in the cockpit and she chose disappearing over admitting the truth — but her warmth is the kind that needs a little stoking.

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. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ A quiet sound escapes his lips - not quite a groan, not quite a sigh, because he'd needed that. As much as his body needed the bacta.

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. ]

[killtime]

[ She's lived for hundreds of years and had more lovers than she can remember — nobody should affect her so easily anymore, but somehow, he always does. Even when he's still in his literal sickbed, not even conscious for an hour yet. Maybe that's love — or maybe it's just Poe Dameron — but he gets her weary heart-and-a half beating fast just by pressing close. It's cramped and awkward and she doesn't give a single damn about it.

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.

[flightforfreedom]

[ She's right, he knows it, his screaming muscles know it, his bruised ribs know it. Which of course means his stubborn rebellious streak wants to argue it anyway. But his brain is too sluggish to come up with a witty retort immediately, which is probably another sign of how right she is, and he lets out a slightly frustrated sigh against her lips. ]

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.

[killtime]

[ She huffs out an amused little breath as she obligingly tucks herself up against his side. ]

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?

[flightforfreedom]

[ He threaded his fingers between hers, squeezing them gently as she settled in. He let his eyes close - just for a second - which was a complete mistake. Because as soon as he did, the exhaustion hit him full force and made it impossible to open them again. Well. That was fine. He didn't need to look at her - her face was long ago burned in his mind, and he could feel her. That was more than enough. ]

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.

[killtime]

[ They’re incorrigible, the both of them. Even in their exhaustion. Her own eyes are heavy-lidded, her voice dropping low and lazy as she responds with a mild wryness: ]

Mm, you know it’s true love when you get hot for someone while they’re telling you off. [ Bully that she is, she’s already looking forward to teasing Rex about it - later, when they’ve all had a little rest. Now that she’s comfortable, it feels like she hasn’t slept in a millennia. ] Better rest the fuck up if you want to be dragging us to bed instead of having us drag you back in here.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Poe chuckled, lowly, not even attempting to deny it. Yeah. She was teasing him, but she wasn't wrong. True love existed. He'd found it. And he was never letting either of them go. ]

Yeah, that... Sounds like a good idea, honestly. [ He murmured it, his chest rising and falling, the beat of his heart slowing by fractions. ] Feel like I could sleep for...

[ But he never finished his mumbled sentence - the warmth and security of Andy nestled in beside him took away all barriers to his exhaustion, and he fell asleep before he could even complete his thought. ]

sneaks in here for an endtag AS THO THIS COULD BE ANYTHING BUT INCREDIBLY SHMOOPY

[ct_7567]

[ When Andy doesn't return to trade off shifts, Rex isn't alarmed - it wouldn't be unlike Andy to try to give him more time to rest, as though he could rest with Poe in such a state, or to simply want more time with him. But he knows Andy needs the rest too, so he silently enters the medbay to relieve her, only to see them spooned together on the tiny bed, Andy's face pushed into the crook of Poe's neck, Poe's arm sprawled out in a way that can't possibly be comfortable, both in a position that has to be aggravating Poe's stitches.

If they were awake, he'd probably act upset with them, shoo Andy away so he can take a look at those stitches, give Poe a lecture on not pushing it after being in a three day coma, but they're not. They're asleep and far more at peace than he's seen them in what feels like months at this point, even though he knows it's only been a matter of days. These two, he thinks, fondness welling up in his chest, are going to be the death of him. So he takes those rumpled covers and smooths them out over the both of them, re-ups the painkillers being fed to Poe through the needle in his hand, tidies the entire area up and sits in the same chair that he and Andy have been sharing for so long. They love each other - too much, some might say. He's as relieved for Andy as he is for himself; though Poe may be the most demonstrative and verbal of them both, he knows her too well not to see it in everything she does.

He's not sure how long he sits there for, just drinking them in, finally able to admit how much relief he feels to see them whole and together and safe, and just how convinced he had been that it would end in ruin. So much of his life has that, sometimes, it's difficult to believe this is real. Before he leaves, he leaves a folded leaf of flimsi on the chair: ]

Those stitches better be right where I left them.

-R