sekkritaus | Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[ It feels like she rides it out forever, with his fingers and his mouth coaxing shudders from her even when she thinks there can't be anything left to give —

In the moments after, she can only lean back against the wall and try to catch her breath, meeting his eyes as he looks up at her, all disheveled and a little flushed, clothes all open. The dryness in her voice loses a bit of its edge when it comes out a little airlessly: ]

What, not an exhibitionalist? Could've fucking fooled me.

[ She reaches for him, running her thumb a bit roughly over his chin to rub away glistening traces of herself. ]

You make patience very difficult. [ That was his excuse and he was sticking to it. ]

Plus, getting thrown in a detention block makes a round two difficult.

[ She looks incredible, like this, and Poe dips is head to suck the slickness from her fingers as he helpfully reaches out to do up her clothes again. ]

Not impossible, though, if that's the challenge you're looking for--

[ She lets him help with her clothes, half-distracted by the way his hands brush her bare skin and a little more so by that brief moment when his lips close around her fingers. Blame it on the afterglow. Feels like it's been an age since somebody got her off that hard, that quick. Truthfully, that might be at least partially because she's normally more interested in killing time than she is the person she's killing time with. This one, though... Damn.

It's decidedly unhelpful when she puts her hand between his legs — not to tuck him in and do up his fly, but just to give him a light, cheeky little squeeze. ]

As if they deserve the free show. [ Wryly: ] Come on, hot shot. Let's see your ride.

[ His cock throbs at the touch and he grins wickedly, pulling back to do up his clothes and then turn to head down the street.

It really wasn't far. Two blocks from their impromptu session, he turns into a hangar bay, and there she is. Painted nearly fully black save for a bright orange stripe across the middle. The ramp lowers as soon as he comes up to it, but when BB-8 sees a friend following behind, he knows to scamper. So the ship looks completely empty as soon as they step up into it.

He doesn't waste time. As soon as the ramp starts raising, Poe starts stripping clothes, reaching out to thread a hand into Andy's hair and pull her in for a hungry kiss.]

Welcome aboard.

[ With her line of work, it's practically second nature to suss out any new surroundings — and it doesn't escape her notice that the ship seems devoid of occupants, besides the two of them. But that line of thought doesn't really get especially far — because this pilot's mouth continues to be a foolproof distraction to her, particularly when it's pressed hard against her own. Yeah. That's some welcome aboard alright. ]

Not bad. [ Breathless wryness, as she shrugs off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor, soon to be joined by her shirt and her boots. Her hands work blindly at the front of her pants as she leans in for another heated kiss, just barely kept modest by the long fall of her dark hair. ] Expected something smaller.

Yeah, turns out the Empire takes exception to civilians owning starfighters. [ He knew it was a joke, but trust Andy to hit upon Poe's nerd subject at the same time he was tossing his own clothes aside, stepping out of his trousers with his cock on proud display as he pulled off his socks. ]

But, well, I take exception to the Empire, so a nice little revamped freighter keeps everyone happy.

[ Finally free of all of his clothes, he reached out to slide his hands on her hips, pulling his whole body flush up against her, cock pressed tightly between them as he stole a deep, searching kiss, slowly trying to step her backwards down the hall toward the cockpit.

You'd think he'd go for his bunk first, but.

Nah. ]

[ Luckily, having his hard cock pressed up against her belly makes it hard to really care where they fuck — he can steer her wherever the hell he wants, as long as both of them are getting off once they get there. Still, she can't pass up the opportunity to make a dig at him, even with the words a little breathless from their kiss. ]

Trust a pilot to want to fuck in the cockpit. [ It's mildly mocking, but it's not a complaint — if anything, judging by the way her hands wander, she's actually kinda into it. ] Hope the memories keep you company when you're flying, hot shot.

[ He grins, ducking his head to nip a little too sharply at her throat as they get to the cockpit. Well, sort of. They get into the doorway of the cockpit, where Poe presses her up against the door frame and slides a hand between her legs to grind pressure against her with his palm. ]

Hey, I know what I like. [ His teeth find her shoulder and he bites down a little harder, his free hand trying to pull her legs up against her waist. ]

Pretty sure this particular memory will be hot enough to warm up hyperspace, so I'm not complaining.

[ Honestly? She's so hot for him right now, she wouldn't much care if they fucked out on the hull. The doorway is close enough, and she's not that picky. She's busy paying attention to his hand between her thighs and his teeth — fuck — everything below her waist seems to tighten up with want just to imagine the mottled bruises there on her shoulder tomorrow morning, a fleeting souvenir that'll ache just right. ]

Come on, flyboy.

[ He can do what he wants with her legs — she doesn't give a damn, as long as he keeps touching her. She gets her arms around his shoulders, digging blunt nails into his back, scoring faint red lines where she's been. ]

I'll give you something to remember.

[ Teeth seem to be a go, so he bites down a little harder as he braces her up against the doorframe, one leg hooked around him.

His breath hitches when her nails rake his skin, his cock throbbing none-too-subtly. She could tear the shit out of his back, and he'd thank her for it. Even if right now he's a little more obsessed with the heat between her legs.

He works his hand against her as his free one - with some difficulty, thanks to chose position - grabs at the base of his cock. She's so close that even that small action causes him to rub against her, her lips leaving a slick trail against his shaft as he rubbed it past her. ]

Said like this already isn't burned into my memory banks. [ His voice was husky and low and it sounded more like an aside to himself than to her.

He dragged his cock against her, every swipe making it even slicker than he'd been on his own, his other hand pressing against her with rythymic, pointed pressure. Then he couldn't take it anymore, lining himself up, and with one smooth thrust pushed himself all the way to the base of his cock deep inside her body. ]

Oh fuck--

[ Every drag of his cock against her skin makes her tense instinctively with anticipation — each pass of his dick between those soft, wet folds is just a hint of friction, a little skitter of pleasure up her spine that's a teasing counterpoint to where her shoulder aches from the imprint of his teeth. It's enough to get her breathing hard already, her eyebrows pinched with something like frustration, and she's about to open her mouth to say something, to tell him to get his cock in her already —

Then he pushes inside her, sinking himself all the way home, and all she can do is clutch at him and moan — a dragged out sound, low and throaty. Her nails drag over his shoulder blades, leaving more parallel welts as her leg tightens around him, digging her heel against him as she tries to find the leverage to push back impatiently. ]

Fuck. Fuck — [ Her head hits the doorframe as she bares her throat. ] Will you fucking fuck me already?

[ Give him a second, alright? He's a little overwhelmed.

He twists his head, pressing heated kisses to her bared throat, panting against her skin as he adjusted his posture slightly. ]

That what you want? [ His voice was husky and low as he slowly rolled his hips, cock sliding out nearly completely before suddenly thrusting hard back inside her, only to hover at the deepest point for an extra beat. ]

You want me to fuck you so hard that you can't walk for a week without feeling me inside you?

[ It really wasn't the best angle, but he'll make the most of it for now, gripping her waist as he started to thrust up into her, banging her into the doorframe with every thrust. ]

Or should I drag you to the pilot's chair and watch you ride my cock until you come on it --

Edited (Nearly computer....... Hard bad.... Oh my god) 2019-01-14 13:37 (UTC)

[ Fuck — it's hard to focus enough to answer him properly when he's fucking her like that, letting her feel every thrust in her bones — but she works up the words, and it's still half mocking wryness despite her breathlessness: ]

Come on. You'd love to fuck me in the pilot's chair. [ The slight upward turn at the corner of her mouth is a little amused and a little mean. ] You're that type.

[ But it's not a complaint. Not at all. Not judging by the way she moves to manhandle him, dropping her leg and catching him by the upper arms, his cock sliding free of her as she shoves him in the direction of the pilot's seat. ]

[ He grinned, wickedly, his cock almost comically hard, bouncing with his stumbling steps as she pushed him, shining and slick from their mutual arousal. ]

Yeah, I am definitely that type. [ An easy thing to admit as he threw himself down in the seat, spinning it to face her, lounging almost casually with his legs spread as he gave himself a few lazy strokes.

If she was a bounty hunter, this was an incredibly hot way to die.

Because, Force, she was gorgeous.

How the hell was he supposed to be okay just picking up anyone in a bar like this? Who the hell would even compare? ]

[ She doesn't even try to hide the way her attention comes to rest right between his spread legs, where his hand grasps his hard cock. For a few moments, she delays closing that small distance between them, giving herself a minute to enjoy the view with her head tilted in an appraising sort of way, one hand resting on her hip as she stands there, long hair draped down over her shoulders and breasts like Lady Godiva. ]

You've also definitely done this before. [ Dryly, as she finally approaches, brushing his hand aside to make room for herself in his lap as she climbs into the chair with him. ] Do you fly as much as you fuck in here?

[ Reaching down between them, she wraps her fingers around his dick in a leisurely grip, rubbing the head between her thighs without taking him back inside. ]

Are you asking by the minute or by the mission? [ He asked, grinning, though the grin faded as she positioned herself, expression breaking into one of frank pleasure, eyelashes fluttering and lips parting as she sank down on his cock. ]

Ah, fuck... [ He whispered, his hands settling on her hips, fingers gripping a little too hard as they curled against her, pushing her as far down as he could. ]

Fuck, that is so hot--

[ He forced himself to let go of one hip, just so he could brush her hair back from one breast. Because as hot as the godiva look was (and it was really hot), Poe really, really wanted to get his mouth on that. Right now. Right this second, even as he snapped his hips hard up into her. ]

[ Normally, she'd find her attention drawn down between her own thighs — to the sight of a hard cock sinking up into her — but it's impossible to take her eyes off his face, the way he looks just then, the flutter of his eyelashes and the shape of his mouth when he whispers that little curse. She resists the urging of his hands on her hips ever so slightly — just enough to drag it out, a little mean and a little hungry, prolonging the moment before he's deep inside her and there's nowhere left to go.

This started out as a way to kill time before morning. Some half-assed last hurrah, in case tomorrow's mission is her last. It hadn't really mattered to her that much, who ended up fucking her or how or where — but she can't help being drawn to him, and being present in the moment for him, all her tired apathy held at bay by his hands and his voice, his mouth on her breast and his cock driving up into her —

She fists her hand in the hair at the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his curls. Her other hand catches his by the wrist, forcing it from her hip and pinning it down against the side of the pilot's chair, her grip just slightly too tight for comfort. It's leverage she uses to take over their pace, digging her knees in against the seat as she rides him mercilessly. ]

[ It was thanks purely for already having come once earlier that he can throw himself fully into this, now. He moans against her breast as she moves, sucking on the nipple and pulling at it with his teeth. But the harder she rides the less ability he has to do anything but watch - falling back against the chair so he can see her better. ]

Fuck, if this is my last meal...

[ He doesn't finish the thought, but it does occur to him that he would very much like to see this woman ride him like this as long as the universe allowed him. He makes a mental note to look her up after his job - like a good luck charm - and see if he can't take her out properly.

Or, you know, fuck her in an alley again because honestly he'd take what he could get, at this point.

Still watching, lips parted, breathing heavy, he reached out to trail a hand down her midrift, further down, until with a practiced thumb he could rub her clit as she rode him.

He just had to be careful not to watch too closely to wear he disappeared inside her or he was going to lose it, second time or no. And the only way he wanted to lose it, right now, was feeling her come around him. ]

[ She moves on him with her whole body, holding back nothing. All that forceful tension, how the muscles of her stomach tighten and release in cycles as she rocks her hips against him roughly, spurred on by his hand between her thighs. She's chasing that cliff's edge, driving herself towards it relentlessly on his cock as she sinks down onto him again and again. It's good, it's so fucking good —

Her hand releases its bruising grip on his wrist so she can get an arm around his shoulders to hold him closer, her soft breasts pressing up against him as she leans to kiss him, hot and hungry. The breathless sounds she makes are half-stifled by her mouth on his, every little moan matched up with each time his dick slides up deep inside her. ]

Ah — fuck. [ Tension builds at the base of her spine. She can feel how her heart pounds violently in her chest, the loud pulse of her own heartbeat drowning out everything before the brilliant, white hot pleasure of her orgasm leaves her shuddering in his lap, her body tightening down on him as she digs her nails into his back with a convulsing grip. ] Fuck.

[ He meets the kiss with a powerful hunger, arms wrapping tightly around her, holding on while she drove herself down again and again.

When she came, her body squeezed him so tight that he felt like she would have pushed him right out, but instead the angle meant she just clamped down hard while he was buried inside her. He moaned, helplessly, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train, absolutely unstoppable, and his hips snapped hard upward, fingers digging into her as he emptied himself deep inside her.

He shuddered through wave after wave of intense, perfect pleasure, before his muscles finally released. He sank back into the chair, his cock still buried despite how over sensitive it felt, a sheen of sweat glistening over his skin as his eyes felt closed. ]

Fuck...

[ He whispered to himself, cock still twitching as it slowly tried to retract itself. ]

Fuck, you can do that any time...

[ She needs a minute. Just to catch her breath. Her heart is still beating too hard against the inside of her ribs, and her limbs feel like fucking molasses — so she's just gonna sit a second, resting with her forehead against his shoulder and her hands loosely anchored on his upper arms. She'll move in a second — because it's entirely too intimate to linger, sitting there with the last residual twitches working their way out of her body and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as the tide of his breathing starts to even out.

It feels like an eternity before she finally gets herself to move. She lifts her hips, exhaling audibly as his cock slips free of her, leaving behind just a little trail of white from soft, flushed folds down the inside of one thigh.

With a quiet wryness: ]

Getting ahead of yourself again.

[ He doesn't seem in a rush to get up, just gazing at her with a lazy satisfaction, happily and openly oggling her as she stands. ]

Like I said, part of the job.

Just putting the offer out there. [ He points up, gesturing to the ship as a whole. ]

Black One.

[ Then to himself. ] Poe Dameron.

[ She knows it's coming — he starts to open his mouth and she knows he's going to tell her his name. Like there's any chance at all she'd ever use it. Like she isn't leaving first thing in the morning and never, ever looking back. Was that a nice fuck? Sure. Sure it was. Better than nice even. And she's not opposed to going a few more times before tomorrow.

But she doesn't need to know his name to fuck him. And honestly? She doesn't want to know. ]

Don't do that.

[ She sighs as she withdraws. Turning her back to him, she leans down to pick up her clothes from the floor, digging through her pockets for a cigarette. She gives herself a second to light up and take a drag before she goes on: ]

Babe, that's not what I'm here for.

[ If he's disappointed - and he is, he's a little disappointed - he doesn't show it, still watching her. He takes another few seconds before giving an exaggerated stretch and padding over to his own clothes. ]

Whatever you say, Hot Stuff.

[ No point arguing it. He shouldn't even feel disappointed, right? Right. ]

Well, I'm going to make myself some caf. So if you're here for that, you're welcome to a cup.

[ He pads past her towards the kitchenette further back in the ship, right past the still-lowered ramp out into the hangar. ]

[ She follows after him at her own pace, only bothering to shrug on her shirt for some semblance of modesty before wandering into the kitchenette with wisps of smoke trailing behind her. ]

Sure. [ Leaning against the doorway, she puffs away as she watches him. ] I'll take a cup.

[ Mildly then, and half in invitation: ]

Show me where your 'fresher is, after?

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