sekkritaus | Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[ He gave a soft groan, rutting against her hand as he slid his hands down to her waist, edging her shirt up until his fingers were sliding over her bare ribs, still edging upward... ]

No, of- of you. Of us. I don't know.

It just felt really good to do something that wasn't fucking smuggling or gun running, or... I know all those things help in the fight, but this? This is good. If this goes right, maybe they can find a way to save the rest of them, too--

[ He pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it off somewhere as he returns to kissing her neck, palming and kneading one of her breasts with his hand. His voice dropped lower as he continued, softer: ]

You backed me up when anyone else would have thought I was nuts and shot me in the spine. It was the right thing, I knew it, and you-- you were just incredible, I wanted to kiss you so hard--

[ It's not the first time she's thought this about him — that he's too sentimental and noble for a galaxy that's in such a shitty state, and that someday that good heart will get him killed or worse. That thought makes the tiny reciprocating swell of pride in her chest bittersweet. She doesn't know what to do with the two conflicting instincts that come with it — whether she should fight her rational sense and stay, if only to try and protect this, or if she should fight her feelings and leave, before it all goes up in terrible flames.

It did feel good, to do the right thing — to do it together — but the other shoe is always waiting to drop. She doesn't know if she wants to be here for that. If she can stand to be, after all the things she's lost. All these possible consequences, swimming around in her head. It might only be the distraction of his hands and his lips and his voice that keeps it all from overwhelming her right there and then. ]

I do think you're nuts. [ Her own voice has dropped low to match his without her noticing. One hand closes over the one at her breast, urging him to be a little rougher as the other hand impatiently tugs the front of his pants open so she can get his cock out into her palm. ] But it'd kill my sex life if I shot you in the spine.

[ Let it be about that instead, and not the attachment. Don't let him call her out on her better nature, or the fact that she gives a damn despite knowing full well that she shouldn't. ]

[ He chuckles, taking it as a joke, roughly grasping her breast and pulling at her nipple between his fingers after she coaxes his on. He rolls his hips against her grasp, groaning as she pulls him free, biting at her throat. ]

Well, we can't have that, [ He teased back, like this was a joke they were both in on. He peppered kisses down her neck, his free hand going for her fly. ]

It would take you days to find another reckless pilot to fuck into the ground. And I wouldn't even have the opportunity to teach them the ropes. [ He grinded his palm against her crotch, clothes still on, and sank his teeth into her shoulder. ]

Edited 2019-02-04 21:35 (UTC)

[ She touches him with the knowing familiarity of a lover, her grasp stroking up the length of his hard cock before turning into a taunting caress of light fingertips over the head, the brief press of her thumb there before her fist closes back around him, sliding back down to the base before starting over again. Her touch only falters at that first hard press of his palm between her thighs, stalled by that friction — then the unconscious tightening of her grip when he bites her, drawing out a sharp breath.

Her back arches as she looks for leverage to grind back against his hand, shameless even through the barrier of her clothes. When she finally answers, her voice is low rough murmur, barely there: ]

I don't want another reckless pilot.

[ He gave a low, soft groan, his cock leaking precum at her touch, grinding into her grip. ]

Good, cause he isn't going anywhere fast.

[ He turned his head, chasing her lips for a kiss. ]

Definitely not without a co pilot.

... What do you think about going and breaking in your new quarters?

[ Wryly: ]

Why, you want to take me to bed properly?

[ She tilts her head at him, a little amused that she's getting more than just the formality of the job title — new quarters too, huh? Hell. In another mood, she'd probably be prickly about it — about the implications of having real quarters of her own, and not just space she's commandeered in the interim while telling herself she'd pack up any day now. But the line she's been trying to draw just keeps getting moved, and she's already said yes, because some part of her wants to be here for whatever's next, even if it's probably an inevitable shit storm. ]

Guess we might as well. [ A meaningful glance downward at his cock in her hand, the precum beading there. With a taunting dryness then: ] I mean, as long as you think you can stand to wait that long.

Mostly because I plan on fucking you until we pass out and being horizontal helps with that. [ The reply was easy banter, but there was a warmth rising to his cheeks that hadn't been there a minute ago. ]

And yeah, I can wait. Just because I can fly fast doesn't mean I have to. [ He turned his head to nip at her ear, pulling the lobe in between his teeth and sucking on it.

Then he forced himself to stand up, pulling out of her grip, with his cock hanging flushed and dark out of the opening in his pants. He didn't even bother to tuck it back in, or to give Andy her shirt, before he pressed the button on the console that made the door slide open. ]

Come on, then.

[ Teasingly, as he walked straight out and then - took the immediate door on the right, directly across the hall from his quarters where Rex lay asleep.

The co-pilot's quarters weren't huge - nothing was huge, on this ship - but they were a far sight more comfortable than the cramped space she'd had before, and the cot - while still clearly meant for one person - was a far better size. Poe was already stripping out of his clothes as soon as he stepped in. ]

[ Andy doesn't seem particularly interested in maintaining her modesty either — why waste the time? She follows after Poe, her steps light as they pass his quarters and into her quarters. Hers. It feels funny to stand there and think that this is where she'll be staying. She'd been untied to any one place for so long she half doesn't remember what it feels like to have a place for the long term. It makes her pause for a moment before she moves to finish undressing, leaving her clothes in a pile by the door.

With a mild wryness: ]

Fighting a little injustice really gets in you in the mood, huh? [ She closes distance — but only to shove him towards the cot. ] First you make me your copilot, now you want to fuck in bed... [ Climbing onto the mattress after him, she goes on with that same wryness: ] It's almost halfway romantic.

Best aphrodisiac there is. [ He may be grinning like he's joking, but... He isn't, really. Except maybe that it only makes him interested in sex. The comment about it being romantic actually does make a little light turn on in his head, but he hides the slight flush that it inspires by leaning in to pepper kisses to her throat as he slides back onto the mattress under her.

And then, of course, in jokes. ]

Almost halfway, huh? Well maybe if we take down the emperor I'll even splurge for flowers.

[ He slid his hands onto her hips, leaning up to try to catch a kiss and pull her down against him at the same time. ]

Wow. [ With an almost fond sort of sarcasm: ] Flowers. Hell, if you're going to throw flowers into the mix, I might have to cut this short and go kill the emperor right now.

[ Although honestly? She's already ignored her better judgement and helped him to bring Rex on board, so who's to say she wouldn't follow him on a stupid, crazy mission to overthrow the emperor himself?

Maybe not right this second though. At the moment, she seems a lot more interested on leaning down for another kiss — giving him just a little hint of teeth, a light bite that catches on his lower lip. Her hips resist his pull just to be a bit mean, to taunt with those few scant inches between their bodies — as if she isn't already wet and eager for him. ]

Petals leading to the cockpit and everything. [ The smirk grows wider against her lips, but breaks off in a small frustrated noise as she teases him. He raises his hips instead, just enough that his hardened length could rub against her, teasing in return.

But as he's looking up at her, hair cascading down her bare shoulders, locks caressing her nipples every time she sits up a little...

Romantic she said.

Fuck.

Fuck, he was in love with her.

His expression faltered, and he wet his lips. Bad timing, Dameron. Super bad timing. So instead he propped himself up on an elbow, reaching out with his free hand to grasp her chin and pull her lips to his, taking a much more deep, focused kiss. ]

[ This close, it's impossible not to notice the moment the expression on his face changes — and she almost breaks another rule, almost asks: Are you okay? She's not supposed to ask. She's not supposed to care enough to ask. But then he's kissing her, and it's hard to pay attention to anything except that — the familiar press of his mouth to hers, how it steals her breath and makes her pulse quicken.

She kisses him back hard, only drawing back enough to utter a single absent syllable — her lips pursing on the shape of the first letter before going soft and round in a rough little whisper: ]

Poe.

[ The sound of his name off her lips sends a strong shudder right down his spine, his heart hammering hard in his chest. His hand slips from her chin, fingers sliding back behind her throat, weaving up into her hair, nails just barely biting at her scalp as he strains to raise his hips, to connect them, warm body to warm body. It makes a nerve lock in his supporting arm, a shiver running through it as he kisses her again, deep and longing. ]

Andy...

[ He breathes like a secret on her lips before he’s kissing her again, trying to pull her back into his lap, not to penetrate - just to rock against her. ]

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[ It stalls her — just for a split second, when she hears him say her name. She looks at him for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. There's that fight or flight instinct again — a visceral reaction to being known — but she's been acting against her better judgement all fucking day, and finally, all she offers is a quiet, breathless acknowledgment: ]

Yeah.

[ She shouldn't want to hear him say her name like that — she shouldn't have let it get to the point where he knows her name at all — but it feels good, almost as good as being touched, and suddenly she doesn't want to tease so much anymore — suddenly, the need feels urgent, and she yields to his pull on her, widening the spread of her knees on either side of him so she can rock down, rubbing soft wet folds against the length of his cock. She sits straighter and lets her arms wrap around his shoulders, drawing him flush up against her as she grinds against him. ]

[ His breath caught, her body impossibly warm, and he let out a soft groan as she ground against him. His eyes fluttered closed, deepening the kiss as he rocked his hips, each roll sliding his cock against her, each pass making it more slick, more easy than it was before.

His cock kept straining uptward, the flared head catching just slightly against her entrance with every stroke, as if trying to find her and thrust into her on its own. All he'd have to do would be to angle his hips a little more...

There were about a hundred things he wanted to say, about how gorgeous she was, how warm, how perfect, and he trusted literally none of them. He didn't want her to leave. He didn't want her to balk and take off. He'd only just learned her name.

So he bit his tongue and kept kissing her instead, his hands coming to rest on her backside, fingers digging into flesh as he tried to encourage her just a little closer, angle her just a little more... ]

[ It's the sweetest fucking torture, just feeling the way the head of his cock drags between her legs, each pass just teasing at penetration — and maybe that says something, that she doesn't mind the tease, that she isn't rushing for the main event all wham bam, thank you ma'am. Hard to say with her — and hard to say when he's been the exception to the rule since day one. Even more so now — now that he knows her name. Now that she's decided to stay.

She'll lay awake over the reasons later. She'll doubt her choices — because she knows how she is. She knows where this path goes, and she should be trying harder to stop. But she's a hypocrite and she's selfish and all she wants right then is to be close to him, to feel the way their bodies move together — ]

Tell me what you want. [ Her voice is low, barely there, but intense somehow. Rough around the edges. Her fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging ever so slightly. ] Let me hear you say it.

I want you, Andy. [ His voice is surprisingly soft when he says it, softer than he meant it, and he just hopes it's not enough to give away all the words he isn't saying. Unfortunately, he means the words in a lot more than a physical way, so he follows it up almost instantly to try to mask that, words taking a cruder tone to hide the emotion in the ones before: ]

I want to feel you come around my cock, again and again, until you've got nothing left and you collapse on me. Then I want to turn you over and fuck you again, just for good measure--

[ He raises his hips, just to press the head of his cock a little more firmly against her, rubbing it against her clit before sliding it lower. ]

I want to make you feel so good you can't think about anything else for a week.

[ All her attention catches on those first four words — and she doesn't know why. She half-doesn't even hear the rest of it, the crude dirty talk she was egging him on for to start with. Maybe it's the way he says her name — still novel, still a little strange to hear — or the unexpected softness of his voice, an emphasis that feels more emotional than it's supposed to. Something about it stalls her, and even though her movements slow absently, her heart races a little faster as she searches his face, like his expression might tell her what he meant by saying those words to her that way. She knows if she dwelled on it a little harder, she could understand what that makes her feel, but she doesn't fully want to understand it either —

He shifts underneath her, dragging his cock against her clit, and the little electric shiver that skitters down her spine makes her present in the moment again. She bows her head to lean her forehead against his shoulder, reaching back blindly with one hand to fumble between them, finally pressing his cock up against her entrance.

It's a breathless mutter, barely there when she answers with words that somehow feel inadequate: ]

You always feel good.

[ He should say something, but he can't, the words an honest truth too deep for him. Instead his hands take her hips and slowly press her down, her wet folds parting around him, and then with a tiny groan he can feel himself slip inside.

It's not a new sensation, or a novel one. They've fucked on just about every surface of this ship, and a good few surfaces outside the ship, so it really shouldn't be a religious experience or anything.

And yet, it does feel different, in a way that cinches painfully in his chest, as he slowly, slowly rolled his hips to push himself deeper inside of her. ]

[ The slow press of his cock inside her makes her breath catch ever so slightly in her throat — a quiet, stalled little sound that gets muffled against the crook of his neck. He feels so good — every time, every time since the first time. She almost doesn't want to move yet, doesn't want to lose an inch — just wants to linger on the feeling of him filling her for a minute — so she rocks her hips just slightly, a rolling motion that keeps them close as she grinds against him.

It's not what she intended, to be here now. It's too good. It feels too right. But she doesn't say anything, doesn't try to stop. She only lifts her head to lean in and kiss him — a light press of her mouth first, the space of a breath, then harder, urgent and needy. ]

[ He groaned softly, eyes sliding shut as her slow, slight movements teased and toyed at him. But he didn't rush it. He didn't want to. He wanted to savour it.

So when she leaned down to kiss him, his lips parted immediately to hers, letting out almost a disappointed sound as she pulled back, only to follow with a much more satisfied one a moment later. He arched his back, pressing up to return the kiss with a slow, deliberate passion, as deep as she'd let him, as he slowly started to move his hips to thrust shallowly up into her.

Every movement was careful, slow and precise, and he devoured each one of them greedily. He slipped a hand up to cup her breast, kneading it in his hand before shifting up, put his weight on his other elbow as he leaned in to press warm, open-mouthed kisses to her chest, to draw her nipple in carefully between his teeth and suck on it with just enough bite to know that she felt it. ]

[ She can't clearly remember the last time she had it like this, slow and deliberate, basking in every moment instead of rushing through it, trying to make the minutes go by faster, trying to be numb — and when she can think about something other than him for a second, she'll probably be sensible enough to regret staying long enough for this to happen. But that's for later. Now... Right now, there's nothing outside these quarters. Nothing but him inside her — his mouth on her breast, the tease of his teeth against the perked up peak of her nipple. All those details of being with him, things that have, in pieces, become a bit familiar these past few weeks.

Her rhythm builds a little, gradually finding a solid pace, steady and deep, bringing their bodies as close as they can be, again and again. Her orgasm builds slow too — a sweet, tight ache between her thighs that she tries to drag out, trying to hold herself back just so that this can last a little longer. Right up until the moment that she can't anymore — can't stop her body from tensing up around him before the warm shudders overtake her, unraveling her in his lap as she shakes and pants out his name. ]

[ He can’t think of it ever being like this. Not this slow, deliberate, wonderful coupling. He doesn’t think he’s ever let anyone close enough to try it. But he isn’t thinking about it. Isn’t assessing it. He’s just don’t what feels right.

And Force, but she feels so right.

He loses all sense of time and space as he moves inside of her. Even as his muscles start to cramp he barely notices. The only thing that brings him out of his near tantric reverie is the hitch in her voice as she gets closer, is the way she’s riding him a little harder. He can feel it like the tide pulling sand out from under his feet, and then it crashes into him - the overwhelming waves of her pleasures synching tight around his cock. It was too much. It was far too much. With a low, grinding moan he came - his own orgasm almost painfully slow in its built as he gripped her hips and pulled her down hard, emptying himself deep inside of her. ]

[ In the moments after, she seems unhurried to pull away. Not like usual — how she's always quick on the recovery, back on her feet and pulling her clothes back on. This time, she lingers a little, tangled up with him as her breathing starts to even out and her heart slows to something reasonable. No banter, no cheeky taunts. Just the quiet tide of her inhales and exhales for a minute or two.

Finally, with her limbs slow as molasses, she starts to pull away. If what just happened felt different than their casual routine, she doesn't mention it. Instead, she just rolls off onto the mattress, laying on her back and trying not to think too hard about what she's doing here.

At length, half to herself: ]

This isn't really what I pictured when I got you off in that alley.

[ He certainly isn’t keen on immediately breaking the connection, even if he is completely exhausted now. He only shifts once she’s rolled off, pressing his shoulder to hers as his eyes trained on the bunk above them.

He caught her words and chuckled quietly, low and content. ]

No, me neither, but I’m not complaining.

Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

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