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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

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:
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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---

[ It's almost torturous, those few moments he holds her tight, stalling her movements when every part of her body feels wound up and too warm — when she aches for him — but the frustrated little sound she starts to make gets lost on a half-startled exhale as she ends up sprawled out on the ground instead. No more complaints — kissing him back is a better use of her mouth. She gives him a hint of her teeth, her hands rough as they grasp at him, blunt nails digging into clothes and skin as she arches up against him, looking for friction, chasing that same edge as him —

She can't help it, when he says her name like that — over and over again, fervent and heated. It's just as good as being touched — better maybe, and more than enough to bring her home, leaving her clawing at him and squirming underneath him as all that tension breaks into helpless shudders. The noise she makes is half-bitten off, her eyes going unfocused as she trembles. ]

[ He was already right on the edge- a stroke, maybe two, from his own orgasm - he he felt her body shudder and convulse under him, her thighs trembling, her body tightening in sharp waves around his cock. But it's the sound, that half-aborted trembling gasp - that sends him right over the edge. He moans, a deep, shuddering sound, as he pushes deep and hard and then holds himself there as he rides out the blinding, white-hot pleasure.

He collapsed against her, his weight pressing down as he shuddered through the after shocks, face having ducked down to bury into her shoulder somewhere in the middle of his release. Fully spent, he didn't move for several more seconds, breathing hard and trying to get his heart to calm down. He shifted his weight, turning his head to press a clumsy kiss to her ear. ]

... You're incredible, Andy. [ It was a whisper, a raw and honest one, before he gave a low groan as he slowly drew himself back, his swiftly deflating cock sliding out of her, slick with both her own arousal as well as his, a white trail flowing down from her reddened lips. He couldn't pull his eyes away from it, and instead shifted himself backwards, kneeling between her legs as he bent down and carefully lapped up that trail with his tongue. Only fair to clean up after himself. ]

[ Her answer is a little half-amused hum of acknowledgement, as if any smartass retort is still too much work when she’s still trying to catch her breath. But she still manages to sit up on her forearms to follow him with her gaze as he settles back in between her legs - her eyes dark with some lingering heat as she watches him bow his head. Her thighs stay shamelessly open in invitation, only tensing reflexively at the press of his tongue - a little twitch of muscle, oversensitive nerves still jumpy so soon after.

She lets her weight rest on one side, reaching out with her other hand to brush his hair back from his face, just so she can see him better.

Finally, low and dry: ] You plan on cleaning up the rest of me too?

[ He was careful with the pressure - making sure to let up when she shuddered. He was careful and gentle, though he was still a little busy when she spoke, making sure that nothing was left to slide out of her. He ran his tongue over his lips as he finally pulled back, looking at her with exhausted but adoring eyes. ]

Dried blood is a little much for one man's tongue, [He murmured, his smile way too fond and soft. ] The fresher is probably free, but I will need at least a few minutes before I can move my legs fully again. ]

[ She huffs out an entertained breath that might have been a laugh with a little more effort. ]

Take it easy. I’m not trying to kill you, ace.

[ But even if she jokes, she doesn’t seem in much of a hurry to get up just yet either. She’s finally come all the way down from the battle that left her restless and bloody to begin with - and she’s all lazy limbs and warm wryness now. It’s a leisurely gesture when she crooks a finger at him, coaxing him to come back closer to her. ]

Bet you still have enough left in you to give me a kiss though.

Pretty sure I could be seven eighths dead and still not turn down the opportunity to kiss you.

[ He slid shifted to lay at her side, sliding up against her until their lips were at about the same height, a lazy arm wrapping over her abdomen. He leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to her lips, the love all too clear. He was mush, now, but it was a very fond and gentle mush. He eventually let his head fall, resting on her shoulder as he curled up against her. ]

Force, you take everything out of me... ...Am I allowed to just pin you here for a twenty minute nap...

[ She lets herself settle in against the floor, welcoming the weight of his head on her shoulder and his arm over her middle. Moments like this, she doesn't try so hard to act as though she'd be better off on her own, separate from everyone, always maintaining arm's length. Like this, she's as warm and soft as she ever is. ]

Twenty minutes seems ambitious. [ Even her wryness seems a little softer. She reaches blindly for her abandoned jacket, lazily pulling it over them for some semblance of modesty — for BB-8's sake, maybe. Everyone else is probably well-accustomed to seeing her in various states of undress at this point. ] Just close your eyes, Dameron. We'll get up when we get up.

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