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sekkritaus2018-12-02 01:12 am
flightforfreedom) wrote in sekkritaus2018-12-02 01:12 am
Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU
TIMELINE
* indicates NSFW
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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[ A pause, a breath. ]
But we're always better together.
[ It wasn't a new philosophy, from him. He'd said it many times over the years. And he meant it. Every time.
He chuckled quietly, smile turning lopsided and amused. ]
What can I say. You're a good kisser. [ His smile turned softer. ] Not that I would have said no to a few months worth of kisses before I got them... You'll just have to give me extras to make up for lost time.
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But he pulls away anyway, because somebody's got to be the medic on this ship and, horrifyingly, Rex is the most qualified member to do that. ]
Do you think you can sit up? You've been lying here for days. [ He laces his fingers with Poe's, tucking his other hand into the crook of his elbow to bend it. It's probably going to hurt. He's been bending Poe's joints manually when he can, but that's really no solution to being prone in bed for hours on end. ] If you don't move sooner rather than later, it's going to hurt. [ He surveys Poe and his less than optimal state. ] More.
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I was trying to move them a bit earlier. [ He said, grunting slightly as Rex helped him bend his elbow. Yeah. It hurt. But the drugs took the edge off, and he could grin and bear it. He just needed to manage not to look queasy until after Rex left. He was, of course, talking about when Andy crawled into bed with him - he wasn't going to say that he was pretty sure that didn't count.
But he did as Rex ask, wincing a little as he tried to shift back and sit up. His head started swimming instantly, the vertigo making the room feel like it was spinning, and that was what finally broke his stoic expression. Because oh fuck no, he couldn't fly like that--]
Shit - Rex, I'm really dizzy --
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He slips in behind Poe, awkwardly maneuvering himself until he's seated snugly behind him, one leg on either side of his body. ]
It's all right. I've got you. Just lie against me.
[ He can take his time, and so can Poe, even if he wants to jump into things right away. Now that he's recovered enough to be functional, they can take their time. Rex doesn't care if they linger on the Outer Rim for weeks if that's what it takes. He hooks his chin over Poe's shoulder, letting him rest against his considerable bulk - he's far from the scrawny, half-starved clone they picked up on their travels not so long ago - and he laces his fingers with Poe's, starting off with his arms. He maneuvers him slowly, tentatively, letting him get used to the sensation. ]
You're going to have to give yourself time to recover.
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Oh, apparently the clone was reading his mind now, too. ]
Already left you guys without a pilot for too long. [ He mumbled, slowly flexing his fingers and then arms as Rex led him through the motions. ]
I'll be fine - just gotta get back into flying shape.
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[ Frankly, Poe should. Their skills are passable but they don't hold in a real firefight without there being some real danger of crashing. But they're not in hostile territory now and Rex sincerely doubts that the Empire's going to find them all the way out here when they've got bigger fish to fry.
He keeps putting Poe through his paces. ]
We survived before we met you, hotshot. We'll keep on surviving until you can sit upright without hurting yourself. You're not just our pilot anymore.
[ Now, it doesn't matter what Poe's skills are, no matter how large a role they had played in Rex falling for him in the first place. They need him, not a pilot. ]
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Surviving isn't really the bar I want you guys to be living at, if I'm honest.
[ He grunted, wincing, one particular pull of his arm making his ribs scream with complaint. Okay maybe slower with that particular muscle. ]
Yeah, I know I'm also the love of your lives. [ It was a quip, a fond one, and meant as a joke. Honestly he had no idea if they felt that way, but he certainly felt that way about them. Easier to admit in a joke, though. ]
But I should warn you that I don't take boredom well, and staying horizontal for that long sounds a lot like boredom.
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Pfassk, he's pretty, though, even roughed up and drugged to the gills and in need of more of a shower than what Andy and Rex could provide just trying to ineffectually mop him up. It's a lot easier to appreciate that in the calm of the medbay now that it's clear that Poe will be all right. He pauses, though, something fond and painful twisting in his gut. He wonders if Poe knows how right he is, how vital he is to what makes them them. He probably does.
Probably doesn't cut it. He brings Poe's hands together around his midsection, Rex's own hands draped over top of them. ]
You are, you know. The love of our lives.
[ Because that's how their strange little relationship goes, isn't it? Poe tells Rex he loves him; Rex tells Poe he loves him. Poe tells Rex Andy loves him; Rex tells Poe Andy loves him. It shouldn't work. But Rex fancies that it does - and if it doesn't, well hell, he'll never know the difference. ]
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He was in the middle of coming up with a witty retort - something about variation and practice - when Rex kept speaking. For some reason - probably getting used to Andy's method of displaying affection - he just wasn't expecting something quite so blatant. He felt suddenly ten degrees hotter, and he was glad that the way he was sitting meant that Rex couldn't easily see his face. Because it was ridiculous to feel so affected by that, after he'd literally just been joking about it.
So there was a pause that was a little too long to be casual, and then a quiet: ]
I definitely know you two are mine.
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The grin fades a little when Poe speaks next though, oddly vulnerable in a way he hadn't managed to be when Poe had been passed out. He squeezes Poe's hand. ]
Well, you're ours too, even if we don't say it enough. You just caught on a little faster than we did. [ His voice turns wry, a little teasing. ] Turns out we were a bit dense. We'd be fools not to see it by now.
[ Honestly, he saw it as soon as Poe pointed it out. As for love of my life - well. Look at them. How could it be anything else? Rex certainly doesn't intend to love anyone but the two people on this ship for the rest of his life. ]
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Not when he had nearly just died and lost all of this.
He should marry them.
The thought comes unbidden - the ring that he wore in a chain suddenly feeling ten times heavier where it lay over his chest. Was he allowed to do that? Did he care if he was allowed?
Sure, he might only have one ring, but the band was thick. He could get it split into two. His mom would understand. She probably wouldn't even think twice about it, and just be happy for him.
Stars, he wished they could have met.
All of this passes through his mind in a second, an errant thought solidifying and firming almost instantly. Yeah. That was what he wanted. He wasn't going to say it now - he'd learned his lesson about just blurting something like that before he'd figured out a plan to address it. But the decision to do something about it was instant and immediate. He wasn't a man that prevaricated long.
So instead, he shifted, pulling an arm away from Rex so that he could brace himself as pivoted in Rex's grip, swinging his legs over the side until he was leaning up against him instead of back into him. He raised that hand, fingers brushing Rex's jaw, tilting it towards him. ]
We got there. That's what matters. [ He braced himself through the pain as he arched his neck up to take a slow, but undeniably loving kiss from Rex's lips. When he broke it off, he added in a low, rough voice: ] I love you so much, Rex. Thanks for making sure I didn't lose this.
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He opens his mouth to tell him off (because honestly, what had they just gone over?), but he loses that fight as soon as Poe's fingers touch his jaw. While Rex may play at resisting the others' whims a little more than they do, he's quickly learned that he's a weak man at heart, wholly useless against their considerable charms. He leans into the kiss instead of pushing it away, closing his eyes and raising one hand to card his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of Poe's neck. When Poe speaks, Rex's eyes are still closed, nosing at Poe's cheek, forehead bumping gently up against his temple. ]
Of course I did, [ he says roughly, in a tone that others may mistake for gruffness rather than emotion. ] I'm yours, cyare.
[ A lifetime of being groomed to serve another isn't one that's shed so easily. Rex never did manage to make off the idea of belonging to another person and no matter what they may think about the matter, he'll always belong to and be bound in service to the two people he's found himself tangled up with. It's different this way, though. It's his choice to swear that devotion to them - and while one of their number may contest the point, they're his as well.
He loosens his grip, knuckles running down the vertebrae of Poe's neck as he remembers that sometimes Poe needs to hear it directly, just as Rex does, that pledging fealty and loyalty is not always enough. ] I love you too.
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I'm yours, Rex. [ Poe didn't fully understand the implications behind Rex's understanding of the concept - the idea of anyone owning anyone an abhorrent one, to him - but it was still true. His heart belonged to Rex and Andy, the rest of him just sort of coming with it. It was the only place he really wanted to be.
He let out a soft sigh as he leaned against Rex, the exertion of his action coming up with him, leaning his head onto Rex's shoulder, his hand trailing down to rest on Rex's chest right above his heart. Force, he was exhausted. He closed his eyes, just for a second, and found them impossible to open again, even as he pressed a gentle kiss to Rex's throat. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, hazier: ]
I won't let either of you forget it....