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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[flightforfreedom]

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--

[killtime]

[ 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. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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---

[killtime]

[ 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. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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. ]

[killtime]

[ 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?

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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. ]

[killtime]

[ 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.

[flightforfreedom]

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...

[killtime]

[ 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.