sekkritaus | Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

Yeup. [ A smug, knowing glint of a smile in his eyes when he glanced up at her. He shifted himself down a little further, pressing a kiss just above the heel of his palm, still slowly grinding. ]

Anticipation is half the fun.

[ Another kiss, his hair brushing his hand as he turned his head, lips running against her inner thigh. He could feel her temperature rising, and his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh as his palm twisted, thumb replacing the pressure with a lot more focus, in a long teasing stroke over her. ]

Why, you got somewhere else to be?

[ Maybe there's a little irony in this — how she'll shrug off being shot, but can't help the small shiver that races up her spine when his thumb presses just so against her clit. She might like to act like her skin is thicker than a zakkeg's hide, but she's already a little breathless and getting wet — just from that faint scrape of teeth, those soft kisses, the teasing stroke of his thumb. She's even forgotten about her cigarette, letting it dwindle between her fingers as all her attention rests on Poe between her legs.

Her teeth catch briefly on her lower lip as she shifts her hips restlessly, delaying her answer by a noticeable half-beat. ]

I think your smart-ass mouth has somewhere else to be.

[ For someone that spends most of his time wanting to go real fast everywhere, Poe is surprisingly methodical about this. He doesn't want to give her a short build up and a quick release. Not when they actually have some time. He wants to pull her right to the edge a dozen times over so that when she finally cums, it makes her whole body shudder and shake with pleasure.

It's not a solely altruistic gesture.

He can feel the heat radiating from her, and as his thumb starts pressing against her clit in teasing, tight circles - a slow but building rythym - he lets a finger slide testingly between her folds, immediately gratified to find it slides easily, already slick.

It's not like he's unaffected, either. Her arousal is quickly building his own, though he ignores the way his pants are growing far too tight. ]

I'm getting there. [ His voice a little quieter, a little rougher, as he teases with his thumb and fingers, still too light to really be satisfying, but it's definitely getting him going.

Finally, he can't resist, and with something like a sigh he leans in, pressing a warm, open mouthed kiss against her before moving his thumb and letting his tongue take over its duties. He doesn't pull his hand away, though, a finger still sliding against her wet heat, teasing as if about to enter her but never quite doing it. ]

[ The tide of his exhale against her skin only makes her all the more aware of how wet she already is. Anticipation draws her stomach tight in that brief moment before his tongue presses against her clit — then she inhales audibly, dragging in a wavering breath as her eyebrows pinch together. ]

Fuck.

[ It's an emphatic little murmur that escapes her as she tangles her free hand in Poe's hair, grasping just slightly too tight, tugging at the roots. Maybe she means for it to come out wryly when she speaks, but it's too thin, too breathless: ]

I swear you'll be the death of me. [ She sinks lower in her seat, looking for the leverage to grind up against his mouth. ] Come on. Fingers too.

[ He chuckles, which makes the task at hand a little more difficult, but only for a second. He's a little too occupied for a witty reply, since that would mean he'd have to pull away from what he was doing for an entire three seconds, which is three seconds too long, in his opinion.

He does as she asks, but entirely too slowly, ducking his head a little to run his tongue against her and the tips of his fingers, though she's more than wet enough to need any added lubrication. Honestly, he just wants to lose himself in the taste of her. His mouth returns to her clit as he slides the first finger in, far too easily, and he can feel his cock throb with sympathetic need as he starts to move it within her. His tongue and lips are solely focused on that bud, however, lapping and sucking with just a little too little pressure, though it's building steadily.

It's hard to keep teasing her, though, his own arousal overcoming his humor, and he groans against her as he slides a second finger in alongside the first. ]

[ Andy's being selfish — basking in the way it feels to have his clever mouth between her thighs, letting that feeling carve away the sharp edge that the last fight left her with. That first finger slides inside her easy as sin, just a little distraction from the attention he's paying to her clit — that damn teasing pressure, keeping her on the edge and looking for more.

She can feel the low noise he makes as much as that second finger when it presses inside, and both make her tense up with want, her body tightening down around his fingers as her own hand tightens in his hair. ]

Harder. [ The angle must be good, because she lets her head fall back against the wall behind her, baring that bloody throat as a rough, breathless sound escapes her. ] Come on, Poe — harder.

[ He feels her body tense and tighten and any remaining restraint he had breaks completely. Harder, she demands, and he instantly obeys - no longer holding back with his tongue or his lips or the way his fingers start moving in her like they are directly tied to his cock. In a way, they are, because every clench of muscle around them makes the blood surge south, his hips rolling against air in a vain attempt to get any friction as he fucks her with his mouth and hand as well as he knows how.

It isn't patience or anything close that keeps him chasing her pleasure. Every breathless sound, every hitch of her breath and tiny grunt is a direct conduit to his own pleasure.

He wonders, vaguely, if he could make himself come just by getting her off.

Probably not, but damn if he wouldn't try-- ]

[ Gods — yes. That's how she wants it. All that teasing building up to a satisfyingly hard pace, hard enough that she can hear how wet he has her — with his mouth and his hand, but the sight of him too, all the ways he fills her senses with they're like this. She watches him between her thighs with heavy-lidded eyes until that tension draws to a peak, her fingers twisting harshly in his hair as her thighs tighten up and her expression, so often stoic, falls into something honest and unguarded. Her lips part on a soft, strained syllable as she bends forward over him, holding out for another split second before her hips twitch and she shudders — ]

Fuck. [ It's a reverent whisper more than a curse. ] Oh, fuck. Poe.

[ The sharp tug on his hair is his first warning - one that he loves, sending a bolt of arousal straight down his spine. He doesn't let up, actually increasing the intensity - probably a little too hard, a little too rough, but he's chasing her pleasure as best he can.

His name falls from her lips and he feels it - her thighs quivering against him as a sudden pulse of tension grips his fingers in rolling waves. He moans against her as he rides it out, trying to draw it out as long as he can, though he lets up on the pressure gradually as the waves come a little slower. He doesn't pull back until he's sure that shudder was the final one, licking his fingers clean before pressing clumsy kisses against her thigh as he sat back on his heels. He can't help himself, though, his hand going straight to his cock as soon as it was free, leaning his head against her and closing his eyes as he started roughly stroking himself. ]

Force, I love you, Andy... [ It's barely audible, half a moan, as if he's speaking to himself rather than to her. ]

[ She might be more of a mess now than she was when he started cleaning her up — sitting there with her legs open, skin glistening with wetness from his mouth and her own arousal, barely kept to some remote standard of modesty by nothing but her bra and that damn bacta patch. There's still a tiny bit of her cigarette left too — enough for her to lift to her lips and get one good pull off of before she flicks the stub aside. Her voice is low and warm and lazy when she answers in a wisp of smoke: ]

I know you do.

[ Her reciprocation remains unspoken. Instead, she leans forward to nudge his hand aside with her foot before he can get too far. ]

Hey. You wanna save that for me, hot shot?

[ He didn't expect to hear it, or need to - even acknowledgement of his own feelings was more than she gave on her bad days. It was enough to spread warmth through his chest.

His eyes flickered open with a soft grunt as she pushed his hand away with a foot, before looking up at her with a smile that was somewhere between apologetic and smug. ]

Sorry. Not my fault that you are incredibly hot.

[ He didn't try to put his hand back, instead letting it rest on her knee as he turned his head to press a warm kiss to her thigh. ]

[ That earns a small, wry smile. She tilts her head at him in consideration, her dark eyes at a leisurely half-mast. ]

Flatterer. [ Her foot lifts to brace against the front of his shoulder, pushing him back a little in a way that's somewhere between mean and playful. It makes room for her to stand though, stripping the rest of the way as she does — leaving her nothing but long hair and blood-smeared skin. ] You say such sweet things when you're horny.

[ Mildly then, with a meaningful downward glance: ]

So. Should we do something with that?

And when exactly are we in the same room and I'm somehow not horny?

[ He's sure there must be some points where he's not, but he is extremely hard pressed to think of them right now.

Considering the dark look in his eyes as she peels out of the rest of her clothes, there is no doubt in the galaxy that he's a hundred thousand percent on board with everything that's happening. He may have been trying to clean off the blood before, but he didn't want to, now - streaked across her throat and arms like war paint.

His heart thumps in his chest, eyes still burning with pure hunger. ] You can do whatever the hell you want to it, because Force knows it belongs to you anyway.

[ He's just going to start to shift to see if she'd let him stand up, or if she was just going to pin him to the floor. ]

It's a wonder we ever get anything done.

[ As if she doesn't always want him just the same as he wants her. Especially now. Far as she's concerned, the floor's as good a place as any. Anywhere else seems like too much time and effort now — she barely gives him half a chance to move sinking down onto her knees above him, pushing him down onto his back with rough hands. When she leans over him, all that dark hair slips over her shoulders like a curtain, framing her face as she bows her head to kiss him, her mouth warm and familiar against his. ]

Lucky thing we picked up Rex. [ It has to be on purpose, the way she keeps her hips lifted, leaving a blatant space between his hips and hers. ] Otherwise, I don't know how we'd keep you satisfied.

Hey, don't look at me, you basically conditioned this response. I was perfectly fine taking care of myself before I met you guys.

[ He, at least, seems to like the anticipation. He doesn't even try to rush to the end goal, even if his cock is straining to make up the difference on its own. Instead he just settles back, reaching out to slide his hands onto her thighs, then rolls his hips up a little - not enough to fully clear the space, but enough to let the tip of his cock gently slide against her inner thigh, a little upwards. ]

I didn't even know someone could want another person this much, let alone two of them.

Mm-hmm. [ Wryly: ] Poor Poe Dameron.

[ She lets her weight sit back on her knees as her hands reach down to loosely grasp his cock, feeling it out where it brushes against her leg. A few noncommittal strokes, then she settles down into his lap more fully — just letting those soft, wet folds kiss the length of his dick without taking it inside. Leisurely little rocks of her hips give them both the friction of skin on skin, but not much else. Payback for earlier? Maybe. ]

Must be hard to find a little me time these days.

[ His lips part, a silent pant as his breath catches. His cock throbs with need just from that careful, silken slide, and he can't help but roll his hips a little, grinding up into that aching tease of friction. His fingers curl against her thighs as he takes a stronger grip. ]

Trust me, I'm not complaining.

[ His eyes, though, are locked on her face, on the dark frame of hair cascading down her shoulders. Did he want to look at where their bodies just barely touched? Where his cock was leaking a line of precum as it strained to be taken? Sure, part of him did. But it wouldn't be anywhere near as sexually satisfying as watching that triumphant smug smirk on her face. Of the dark promising look in her eye. His fingers curled harder, nails just biting into flesh. ]

I'd give up a hell of a lot more, to be here.

[ She watches him back, meeting his eyes as she moves on him. Memorizing the details, maybe — committing the little things to memory, for however long she'll get to keep them. Centuries from now, she still wants to remember the way he looks at her, how it feels to have his hands on her — even just the way his breath catches when their bodies meet just so. ]

Don't need you to give up much. [ Her wryness goes low. ] A little sleep, maybe.

[ She only breaks his gaze to look down as she finally reaches between them, exhaling as she eases the tip of his cock up inside her. ]

Fuck-- [ It's a breath more than its a word, and he manages to resist moving for the first few seconds, but his restraint doesn't last and he can't help but raise his hips to slowly sink himself into her. ]

Fuck, Andy... [ This time it sounds more like a growl, rough and rumbled in his throat, his eyelids heavy. He didn't say the words that immediate came to his tongue, wanting to tell her how much he loved her at least ten times over again. He'd probably break and say it anyway fairly soon, but he could hold his tongue for now.

He let go of one thigh, using his free arm to brace himself, sitting up so that he could lean in and press a warm kiss to her chest. He knew she'd set the pace if she wanted to - and he would let her do it every time - but he couldn't resist rolling his hips to shallowly thrust up into her. ]

[ The rough edge of his voice on her name goes straight between her thighs, a flush of heat that makes everything below her waist draw tight. After all these centuries, nobody should affect her like this anymore, but Poe always manages to do it anyway — and she can't even be mad about it, not when he's pressing that warm kiss to her skin and starting to move against her.

Her arms automatically reach out to wrap around him, one hand tangling in the hair at the back of his neck. Maybe she isn't so good at speaking her true emotions aloud, but the way she holds him close to her isn't the embrace of a one night stand or a casual fling — she holds him like a lover, with a certain need in the way her fingers grasp a little too tightly.

She shifts to widen the spread of her knees, letting herself sink down all the way into his lap, just to feel him fill her deep. The words are barely there when she speaks, hushed and heated and a little impulsive, exhaled into the small space between them: ]

Tell me again how you love me.

[ His heart hammers in his chest, and it'll only half about how hot and tight her body is gripping him, how her need causes her nails to dig into his flesh and his cock slick. He rolls his hips and it's slow, unhurried, pressing as deep inside of her as he can manage at this angle with every thrust. But all of that is only half of what keeps his heart racing, the heated whisper a very potent aphrodisiatic. He groans as if her words are what's gripping him instead, his arm looping tightly around her back as he drove up into her. ]

So much, Andy-- [ He whispers it, a breathless confession. ] I love you so much, I don't even have the words-- [ A soft groan. ] You and Rex -- the whole galaxy could burn down and I wouldn't care as long as I still had you. As long as I could still be with you. But I'll save the whole thing, save everyone in it, just so you can live within it. Just to see you -- Force, Andy, you feel so good -- just to see you smirk at me--

[ It makes something clench tight in her chest, to hear him say these things and feel that same sentiment resonate inside her — feelings she's tried to smother for a century, a hundred years or more where nothing mattered and everything was transient. She had been existing in a blur of blood and blasterfire, moving from place to place with no attachment to anything or anyone. Apathetic. Numb. The galaxy felt like a vast emptiness. If someone had managed to kill her back then, it might have been a relief.

But somehow, she ended up here instead. And with them, it's the most alive she's felt in longer than she can really remember.

She holds him tighter as they move together, closer to her — close enough that her nose brushes against his temple, putting her mouth close to his ear when she answers: ]

I love you so much it scares me. [ The words are barely there, quiet and rough, as if each syllable struggles to free itself from her throat. ] I love you so much it hurts.

I'm right here. [ A ragged whisper as his hips press up, barely touching the ground with every thrust, now, his core muscles pulled way too taut as he positions himself perfectly. ] I'm right here and I'll -- I'll be right here until my dying breath-- [ It's hard to get through a full sentence when he is punctuating every few words with a thrust, his body trembling as it strained. He held her tight against him with an arm, pressing heated kisses to her skin. ]

And even after that -- Andy, I'll always love you, even if all that's left of me is -- joined with the Force-- I'll still be right here--

[ It's hard to say what takes her apart more — the perfect angle of his thrusts, or the passionate things he whispers. She shouldn't want that so badly — she shouldn't take those words into her heart and bury them there — but in the heat of the moment, it's too hard to pretend that she isn't moved by that bittersweet sentiment when he says he'll always love her. Even as flawed as she is. Even though she'd been trying to pick a fight with him, not too long ago. Always, he says, right here — and it pierces to the core of all her hopes and fears, all the things that makes her struggle inside with how much she loves them.

Centuries old, and she still doesn't have words good enough to answer him. She can only hold him tight, ducking her head to press her lips fervently to his. Her breaths comes hard in that minute space between each kiss as he fucks her, working her towards that that point where she's tense and barely holding herself back from the familiar edge — just trying to make this last a moment longer. ]

[ He takes the kiss like he'd drown without it, his whole spine arching as his body rose to meet it. He meant every word - possibly deeper than he could ever properly explain it. His parents had a strong faith in the Force, and he'd retained it despite not fully understanding what it was. But he believed this fully: that no matter what happened, a piece of him would be with Andy, and a piece of him would be with Rex. It made it a lot harder to fear death.

But at the moment, he had never felt so alive.

He could feel her whole body tense around him, and he let out a soft, helpless moan, driving up into her with far less thought and far more reckless abandon, as he felt that tight curl start to build in him. But he stopped, right at the last minute, right on the edge of his orgasm, arms wrapped tight around her so that she couldn't move against him.

A second of a breather, just to give himself a little more time, and then with very little warning, he twisted them both around, pressing Andy down into the floor. He liked when Andy had complete control of him, but he liked kissing her, too, and this angle made that far easier. Still inside her, he leaned down, pressing his body flush with hers as he took a deep, longing kiss, and then he started to move again: deep, long strokes that made him shudder against her, groaning with every movement.

He was not going to last, that was impossible, but he tried to angle his body so that his pelvis ground against her with every thrust, even though straight thoughts were impossible. ]

Andy-- [ He breathed, more like a prayer than anything else, whispering her name against her lips. ] Force-- [ He was driving harder, unable to keep himself from chasing that pleasure, racing toward that cliff edge. ] Andy, I love you-- fuck, Andy---

Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

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