sekkritaus | Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[ He grins, content with the kiss, though he leans in to grab her waist before she can escape. ]

Careful there, [ He murmurs, zipping up her fly and then giving her a friendly smack on the ass. ] Don't want them to catch you with your pants down.

[ He gives a casual salute as he steps back. ]

Catch you later, hot stuff.

[ Once she was gone, he called out for BB-8 and immediately began running checks over the ship. Half an hour later he was back on the streets, a darker jacket on and a scarf around his throat and mouth as he blended into the crowd. The meet point was an old house, abandoned, and he slipped inside with the password to go meet whoever else he was supposed to go with on this mission. The room was empty when he arrived, or at least he thought it was, before he noted the figure in the corner. ]

Hey. Dameron. I'm the pilo--

[ Only as his eyes adjusted to the light he recognized her and blinked stupidly. ]

Uh--

[ It's a dimly lit space, and she's got her hood up, but there's the warm glow from the tip of her cigarette to cast a little light on her distinctive features — that unforgivingly straight nose, those sharp dark eyes, hard to forget even if they hadn't spent most of last night inches from each other's faces.

She looks up at the sound of his voice, meets his gaze for one long stunned second, and abruptly turns away with a cough as she chokes on smoke. ]

What the f— [ This is not how this is supposed to go. Did he just say he's the pilot? She's fucked up. Shit. Shit. ] What the hell are you doing here? [ Even though she knows the answer to that question. It all makes stupid sense now: Same fucking gig. ] No. We're not doing this. No way in hell.

I'm the pilot. [ He repeats, a little louder, in case it was her hearing that was the problem. (He knew it wasn't.) But he was bristling already. ]

What? Hey, look, I signed up for this gig weeks ago, and it's not getting off the ground without me, so, just settle down.

Fine. Then I fucking quit.

[ As if she could. Like there aren’t contracts involved and money paid up front. Bad enough that she’s got a bounty on her head already - the last thing she needs is a reputation for bailing on her jobs too. Everybody wants to hire a Scythian - but nobody likes a thug who doesn’t follow through. Lose-lose. She doesn’t know what to do about this. Her rule is one night only. No names. No nothing. Definitely no working together afterwards. How the hell is she supposed to concentrate with him around anyway?

Fuck.

Andy sinks into a crouch with her arms hanging loosely in defeat over her knees and her head bent as she groans in frustration. ]

There has to be a couple dozen pilots on this planet alone. They couldn’t have picked a different one?

Because I'm the best one. [ A little testily, and a little hurt. He'd actually been hoping to see her again, but her reaction wasn't the one he was expecting.

Fucking damn it. He should have pegged it when she refused the whole names thing. His expression darkened. ]

No one else on this rock can do what we'll need to do - probably no one else in this sector. And of the handful of guys that could try it, none of them are stupid enough to.

[ He crossed the room to where someone had left a caf pot brewing, and poured himself a cup. ]

So get over it, hot stuff. You're stuck with me.

[ To say that she absolutely didn't want to see him again wouldn't be completely honest — but she knows how she is. She knows that she has to stick to her stupid shitty rules to keep herself safe. And this is fucking it all up.

She rubs a finger between her eyebrows for a second before sighing wearily, standing up with some effort and approaching to pick up a mug for herself. One hand holds her cup out expectantly while the other lifts her cigarette back towards her mouth — a familiar sight, maybe, after that morning, though her mood is definitely more sour now than it was then. ]

Fuck it. We'll probably die anyway.

[ He looked at her cup, and very nearly refused to pour her one out of pure pettiness, the hesitation obvious, but then he grunted lowly and reached over to pour it out. ]

That's the spirit. [ Extremely mildly. When her cup was full, he put the thing back where it had come from and then turned to lean against the counter, nursing his cup. ]

Why the hell do you think I was looking for such a thorough last meal, otherwise?

How the hell was I supposed to know? It's not like I asked.

[ That's a rule too. Don't ask questions. Don't get to know them. Not knowing shit about a person makes it harder to give a damn about them.

She gives him a ornery little look over the rim of her cup as she sips at her caf. ]

You could've just been the kind of reckless asshole who fucks like that every night.

Who the hell gets to fuck like that twice in their life, let alone every night?

[ The tone was frustrated and sharp, and it took him a couple of seconds to register that technically it was a compliment. He huffed, and took a drink to stall. ]

Whatever, it was fun, it's done, we're fucking professionals.

[ She rolls her eyes a little, taking another drag off her cigarette before responding a bit pointedly: ]

Guess you're lucky I'm still walking straight, because I'm all you've got at your back today, babe.

[ Yes, very professional. ]

[ That got his attention. ]

What, seriously? I was told I'd be getting a runner and a gunner.

Did you fuck the other one, too, and then force them to quit?

[ Super duper professional. ]

I'm your runner. And your gunner. I'm good like that.

[ She makes a little face at him. ]

When the hell would I have had time to fuck somebody else anyway? I've been with you since I fucking got to this shitty planet.

It's not like you told me when you got here, hot stuff. [ He pointed out, a little grumpily.

He tipped the rest of his caf back, wiped his mouth, then put the cup down, ducking to look under the counter. He felt around, and sure enough - magnetized to the top of the container - he found the packet of credits and instructions, and he opened them up. ]

Right, well, I hope you're as good as you say you are, because it's not like I've got any crew. [ He grumbled mostly to himself. ]

Money's all here, so. We're off to a different shitty planet.

I'm better. [ Flatly: ] I never tell them how good I really am. I don't like high expectations.

[ She finishes off her caf too, setting her cup down beside his before coming over to join him. ]

Fuck. If I'd known I'd end up on your damn ship again, I would've had breakfast. [ A sigh. ] Come on, hot shot. Let's get this over with.

[ The job went... Okay, so well wasn't a word that could really be used here. It was a suicide mission, they'd both known that going in. As cocky as Poe was about it, a large piece of him had taken the job because it might offer a glorious death. At least if he died doing it, no one would hear about it and say "what a lame way to die".

It wasn't until years later that he realised without Andy, he probably would have. Not because of her incredible skill, or because he was less reckless - but because having her there had given him a reason to get through it, rather than seek the blaze of glory. He was still stupidly reckless, but he was being reckless to get them both out of there.

They'd had to split up - racing through half abandoned city streets in a rainstorm of blaster fire, the heat making him sweat so much that his clothes all stuck to his skin. He reached the ship before he did - even had the payload with him, since she's been covering his ass. He could take off. He'd be more likely to survive - every passing minute giving the Empire more opportunity to have ships blink into the sky and shore up the blockade.

But he couldn't.

So instead a few moments later, Black One suddenly nearly landed on her, guns blazing to take out those she hadn't had the time to pick off, the ramp already half lowered. As soon as her feet touched the ramp it started to close, nearly throwing her into the hull of the ship at they rocketed upwards. The blockade was shoring up, only a single gap in the fleet that couldn't be caught by tractor beam, and Poe threaded it like a needle, slamming the jump to hyperspace barely a second after they were clear.

He gave an excited woop, and immediately leapt from his chair, dashing out of the cockpit straight to where she was, and smacked a firm, sudden kiss right on her lips. ]

Did you see that? [ He asked with a heady, breathless demand. ]

Shit, you are fucking amazing.

[ There was one brief moment when she thought she might actually die on this shitty fucking planet — one moment, before Black One and its cocky ass pilot came in from above. He really should have left her behind — especially after all the shit she gave him that morning — but she doesn't complain about the rescue either. It's almost a relief to slide in on the ramp and tumble roughly inside. Maybe she wasn't so ready to die today after all — though who can really say why. But there's an odd sort of thrill in surviving, a high that keeps her heart beating a little fast even once they're in hyperspace.

She meets him halfway when he comes to kiss her, huffing out an amused little breath that might have been a laugh if she'd been the type to try a bit harder. ]

Yeah, I saw it, you fucking show off. Think you were cutting it a little close there?

[ She can admit this: If it's an exaggeration to say that he's the best pilot in the galaxy, it isn't one by much. It's been a long time she she's seen flying like that. And honestly? It's kind of hot. Kind of puts a girl in the mood — even though they're both covered in grim and sweat and whatever the hell else. Either way, she's in no hurry to pull away. ]

And I told you I was good, didn't I? [ A little dryly: ] Just because I'm a sloppy fuck doesn't mean I can't do my job as well as you do yours.

No one else would have been able to get there any faster. [ He looked smug despite her teasing, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her close, despite the fact that he was still drenched and muddied and bloodied. That was what freshers were for. ]

You are not a sloppy fuck, [ He pointed out, leaning in to press a kiss to her throat. ] but sure - I definitely underestimated your ability. I won't make that mistake a second time.

[ She lets him pull her in close — only to press her hand flat against his chest and shove him up against the bulkhead, closing that small distance quick so she can nudge her thigh between his. Apparently she doesn't mind the mud and blood. ]

What makes you think there's going to be a second time?

[ Honestly, she should be mad he even brought up the possibility — or at least make a show of being mad. But her heart's still beating fast from their escape, and the reckless part of her just wants to ride that high as long as it lasts. It's been a long time since she's felt this good. So her words lack the bite of a real reprimand — the edge is a mocking one, taunting instead of scolding. When she smiles, it's just a little mean. ]

You figure you're gonna convince me to stick around or something?

After that? Fuck, yeah, you're definitely on my short list to call for backup.

[ He grunts as she shoves him against the bulkhead, and then shamelessly starts to rut against her thigh. ]

Which-- I mean, I'm pretty sure we could grab a follow up gig from this client immediately, after all this, so if you don't have a gig, yet...

[ Deft fingers were already puling lose the fasteners of her pants. ]

[ Fuck it. This is already breaking her rules. She almost never does repeat jobs, not for the same client, not for a decade or so at least — makes it harder to track her, keeps professional commitments to a minimum — but hell, she's not supposed to fuck the same person twice either, definitely not the next fucking day, and here she is. So fuck it. She'll be pissed at herself for it later. But if she's going to regret it, she might as well come once or twice first. ]

You wouldn't know how to find me even if you wanted to.

[ It's wry but breathless too, and there's an irony in her even pressing that point when she's already taking her clothes off, carelessly shrugging her jacket onto the floor and tugging her shirt up over her head as he works open her pants. It's a heartbeat before her hands are on him again, pressing to the line of his jaw to draw his face towards hers for a kiss that's at least half teeth. ]

But hey, keep stroking my ego. Maybe I'll do that second gig just to hear you tell me how fucking amazing at my job I am.

[ He grins against her teeth before managing to return the kiss, half distracted as he manages to get the fastenings loose and then push her pants down off her hips. He doesn't push her underwear off, though, leaving it on solely so he can get a glimpse of her still in them as he slides his hands down under the fabric, deft fingers put to another use as he rubbed against her. Nothing fancy, just a teasing outside touch. Though if his fingers strayed a little lower, if a finger dipped between folds, no one could blame him. ]

Does it count as ego stroking if it's just the truth? [ He asked as he grabbed a breath, before chasing after her lips for a hungry kiss again. ]

I saw you storm that one sniper position, that was fucking nuts and yet you looked bored--

[ It'd be easier to kick her boots and her pants off if she'd just pull away for a second, but she seems to prefer to brief struggle over giving up this closeness — and whatever momentary inconvenience there was is immediately worth it when his hand wanders between her legs, even just that teasing touch, enough to earn an unsteady exhale when she's already worked up and high on the thrill of surviving. She's already starting to get wet, just from a little rushed and eager foreplay. ]

Maybe I was showing off too. [ She murmurs her answer low and wry into that tiny space between their mouths before leaning in for another quick, hard kiss. ] Sometimes it's more fun with an audience.

[ But if the risk of almost certain death has her looking bored, this sure as hell doesn't. Her eyes are dark, her attention heavy as she watches him, purposefully shifting her weight to press her thigh harder between his. ]

Come on. If you're going to touch me, then fucking touch me.

[ His own investment in the situation is made very clear by just how hard he is against her thigh, groaning as she pressed into him. ]

Fuck, you are way too hot, you know that, right? Wish I could have jumped you right then-- [ He was actually very much focused on the job he was doing, but now that he was thinking back over it? Yeah. Yeah, he kind of wished he could have stormed in after her and then fucked her up against a wall feet away from where she'd raged ruin.

Slightly dark, maybe, but fuck it was hot.

He was happy to obey, grinding his palm against her clit as he slid his fingers deeper. He could feel her getting wetter as he moved, as he teased and rubbed and then slid a finger inside of her. He groaned, the tight wet heat impossibly compelling. ]

[ It honestly wouldn't even have been her first time fucking in devastation of her own making — but she's existed long time, and most of that time has been spent looking for ways to feel alive or ways to tempt a glorious death, and it's hard to say if anything checks both those boxes harder than mixing risk and sex. But she's far from complaining about doing the fucking now — probably wouldn't even care if they were back in that filthy alley behind the cantina where they met the day before, so long as he keeps touching her just like that, giving her friction and pressing his fingers up inside her.

She eases up a little with her thigh, just enough to make room so she can feel out the hard outline of his cock against her hand through the barrier of his trousers, rubbing her palm against it roughly. It's low and mocking when she answers, both mean and wanting at the same time: ]

Guess there's always the next gig. [ An unsteady little exhale. ] Fuck me like you fucked me last night, and I might just stick around again.

Deal. [ The word is a rushed breath, as if he either missed or ignored the mocking tone, and he punctuates it by shoulder checking her roughly - finger still buried inside her - and twisting around her to shove her up against the wall and trade places.

He pressed close, pushing his trapped cock against her palm as he pins her, a second finger sliding in with the first before he starts moving them both roughly, finger-fucking her with an almost wild abandon, the slapping sound of every thrust of his fingers an obscene, wet one. ]

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