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
 

Comments

[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.