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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

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:
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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.

[ For once, she doesn't fight it — just lets his shoulder touch hers without making a point of moving away, allowing that simple point of contact to linger between them. She's more at peace than she's been in what feels like half a dozen centuries — which, in all honesty, may not be too terribly far from the truth. That, in and of itself, is dangerous — but basking in the afterglow, she can't be bothered to regret it. Regrets will be for later. Right now? It seems like it'd be alright if this moment stretched on forever. ]

You never complain. [ She responds with a mild wryness, rolling onto her side to look at him. Almost fondly: ] You're easy.

In more ways than one. [ He sounded amused.]

But that’s only because you’re not a politician. I save all my complaining and all of my incendiary devices for them.

[ He let his eyes close, utterly relaxed and ridiculously heavy. ]

... feel like I could sleep for a week...

[ Andy makes a little amused hum of a noise in response, considering his profile for another moment or two before she leans, dark hair slipping over her shoulders as she presses a brief, but warm kiss to his mouth. ]

Sleep then. [ She suggests mildly, settling back down for a bit of shut-eye herself. ] Not like any of us are going anywhere.

[ Something about those casually spoken words gripped his heart and held it tight, bleeding out love and affection even as he tried to keep that carefully restrained. He didn’t trust himself not to say something sappy and ruin the mood, so he just offered a low pleaes ‘hmm’ and then curled himself toward her, forehead pressing to her shoulder and an arm sliding around her waist. Milliseconds later, he was fast asleep. ]

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