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
 

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[flightforfreedom]

Only when I finish a job and turn around to find someone this hot.

[ Because damn. He could get used to this.

He takes his hand away so that he can get his arms out of his shirt, kicking his way out of his pants as he finally went for the rest of her clothes, discarding them with barely a thought until the two of them were finally completely free. He could see now where a blaster bolt had singed her arm, where scars lay from battles before. And now that he could picture her in battle, he knew that she'd earned those, like badges of honour. He ducked his head to press a kiss to a faded scar on her shoulder, even as he took her legs and tried to pull them up around his waist. ]

[killtime]

[ She can't remember where half her scars have even come from anymore — her life's been so long and so bloody. She's lived through so many things that would have killed anybody and been disappointed by that more than once. So it takes her a moment to realize that the place where he pressed that simple kiss bears the mark of an old wound, and she doesn't know why that makes her pause, her heart stuttering slightly in her chest — a fleeting moment, before his hands urging at her legs draws her attention back, heat flushing anew between her thighs.

Bracing her back up against the wall behind her, she gets her legs up around him. ]

What, even with all the dirt and blood? Sweet-talker.

[ She accuses mildly, like it wasn't kind of a turn on just to watch him pull off their last minute escape through the blockade. ]

[flightforfreedom]

Especially with all the dirt and blood. [ Ruefully, a smirk flickering across her face, and he nips at her neck for punctuation even as he reaches down between them to grip the base of his cock and line it up against her.

But there's an urgency to his need that despite some half-formed witticism waiting on his tongue, he lets it go in order to press a heated kiss to her lips instead, pushing his hips forward as he sunk himself inside of her. He broke the kiss off with a ragged groan. ]

Fuck, you're wet-- Making fun of me, but you're just as into this as I am--

[killtime]

[ She puts her arms around him without even really thinking about it, digging her nails in ever so slightly — right beside the red welts she left on his back the night before. ]

Can't really fucking blame me — [ Words on a rough exhale, somewhere between an admission and a deflection. Yeah, she's into it. Into him. But she's still trying to claim that isn't anything special, even though she hasn't done an encore like this in what feels like an age. ] You make a girl come like that, she's bound to be a little wet.

[ A little. ]

Are you going to keep calling me out, or are you going to fuck me?

[flightforfreedom]

I am perfectly capable of doing both at the same time, [ He pointed out, though his voice was a lot rougher than it had been even a minute ago. He ducked his head, pressing kisses to her throat that were half teeth as gave her exactly what it sounded like she wanted.

There was no gentle ramp up - it didn't seem to be required. Instead he pulled back and snapped his hips forward with a sharp, deep thrust, grunting with the effort. He stayed buried deep for about half a second before pulling back and snapping forward again with a brutal motion, teeth accidentally biting into flesh with the force.

Despite his earlier contention, as he fell into a hard, staccato rhythm, he didn't continue to call her out. All his focus was suddenly laser locked into his hips, into the impossibly wet, warm tightness of her body and into all the energy the fight had wound up in him that had to go somewhere. ]

[killtime]

Fuck —

[ That first snap of his hips drives the air out of her in a breathless groan. Her teeth catch briefly on her lower lip, eyelashes fluttering and nails digging harder into his shoulders as their sharp, rough pace builds. But even like this, she finds it in her to manage a wry little smirk, faint but still visibly somewhere between mean and amused. Lowly, goading him: ]

Thatta boy. [ She lets the wall bear a bit more of her weight, leaning against it so she can work a hand down between her own thighs to press two fingers against her clit. With half-lidded eyes and a rough edge to her taunting: ] That's almost good enough.

[flightforfreedom]

Almost. [ He grunts in repeat, but he can't help but fall for the taunt, slamming her hard against the wall, far rougher than he'd think to do on his own but chased there by the adrenaline and the glory and the blood.

His teeth find her throat again and sink into it as he grunts with the exertion, the sweat starting to trickle down his spine with the effort. He breaks off the bite only so that he can hiss, cursing roughly. ]

Fuck-- fuck, you feel so good--

[killtime]

[ A sharp breath escapes her when her back hits the wall, dragging out into a moan as he pounds into her.

She can tell there's going to be another ring of bruises at her throat, another distinct pattern of mottled marks that can't possibly be mistaken for anything but teeth and just at a place where it'll peek out at the collar of her jacket. She'll feel it in the morning when she dresses, when she's prepping her gear for that second gig she's inevitably going to agree to take, and when she's out there, killing her way through anyone in their path — she'll feel it and remember how good and hard he fucked her. ]

Come on. [ It's a harsh little whisper, wavering ever so slightly as she rubs roughly against her clit. ] Come inside me —

[flightforfreedom]

[ It sounds less like encouragement and more like a command, one that makes the arousal pulse hard in his blood and makes his heart pound against his ribcage. He swears again, almost viciously, but it's a command he can't resist, and three or four thrusts later - as hard and deep as his hips will let him - he's letting out a sound half way between a groan and a roar, his orgasm hitting him like a ship hitting hyperspace.

He came hard enough to almost see stars, completely losing his ability to know just how hard and fast he was pistoning as he finally broke. His thrusts became a sudden irregular spasm as he gritted his teeth, swearing up a storm as he came deep inside her. ]

[killtime]

[ Fuck, it's so good — so good that there's a fleeting moment where she almost slips and says his name, the one he gave her yesterday when she was sure she wasn't going to ever see him again — and only biting down on her own lip keeps her from making the mistake. Her teeth catch hard enough that she tastes a hint of coppery blood in her mouth when he slams into her those last few times. The practically feral sound he makes thrills her ten times more than taking the snipers out had. She's almost there too, writhing between him and the bulkhead behind her to earn that last bit of friction — relentlessly chasing that cliff's edge with demanding rocks of her hips even when his rhythm falters, even when she feels him come and knows he must be sensitive and spent —

Her orgasm comes hot on the tailend of his — her quiet, strained little noises overlapping his curses as she starts to shake, twitching around him where he's still buried inside her as the shudders wrack her body. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ It’s too much - it’s way too much - and he moans uselessly as he shudders, feeling her come around him even as the last waves of his own pleasure are receding.

He waits until she’s completely done and then with a groan he pulls back - spent cock sliding out of her as he gently releases the pressure holding her to the bulkhead. ]

.... fuck. [ Whispered almost reverently. ] Fuck, that was hot.

[killtime]

[ It takes her a moment — even with both feet on the ground, she leans up against the bulkhead for support as she catches her breath. She catches his reverent little whisper and the corner of her mouth quirks up faintly. ]

What, better than last night? [ One hand absently lifts to sweep her wild hair away from her face, smoothing it back as she finally straightens from the wall. She gingerly skims a light touch over the bite-shaped bruises forming on her shoulder as she goes on wryly: ] We keep this up, and I'll have to figure out how to do wetwork from a wheelchair.

[flightforfreedom]

Equally hot but in a different manner, [ He decides, though the quip sounds more sleepy than anything else. He wants a nap, now.

At the second part he smirked, a little smugly, as he set down heavily on the closest horizontal surface. ]

We keep this up, and I’ll build you a hover chair myself. Fuck.

[ He gave his sensitive cock a couple of strokes, but then released it, satisfied that it was well finished. ]

That mean I earned a second gig?

[killtime]

[ She scoffs lightly, but it's amused little breath. ]

Sure. Fuck it. Why the hell not. Not like I've got somewhere else to be.

[ Leaning down, she starts picking her clothes up. ]

You gonna let me sleep over?

[flightforfreedom]

After that gig? You can consider this ship a safe house whenever you need it.

There’s empty bunks at the end of that hall there. [ He pointed down one way, and then a smirk. ]

Though you’re also welcome to crash with me, I just get the odd suspicion we might not get a hell of a lot of sleep.

[killtime]

Is that all it takes to earn your trust? [ She quips back dryly as she dresses. ] A couple fucks and one lucky gig?

[ Her eyes do follow his hand when he points down the hallway, but she doesn't seem in any hurry to actually go that way — instead, her gaze returns after a moment, shamelessly coming back to rest on him, sitting there with his dick still out. ]

You're lucky I'm a nice girl, and not some assassin out to cut your throat for a little spending money.

[flightforfreedom]

I get vibes about people. Besides, you could have killed me eighty times already. If that’s why you’re here, I’m already a dead man walking.

[ He could tuck his dick back in, but he won’t. ]

Not sure I’d call you a nice girl after I’ve seen you fight, but. I get the sense you’re a good one.

[killtime]

You get vibes? What are you now, some kind of Jedi?

[ She seems amused by that, leaning to one hip with her arms loosely folded. Wryly, as she continues to blatantly take advantage of the view: ]

The only things you know about me are that I kill for credits, I smoke too much, and I only need half a drink before I'll let a pretty pilot put his dick in me. And you think I'm one of the good ones?

[flightforfreedom]

[ When he notices her checking him out, he just sprawls a little more, legs spreading. ]

I wish I was a Jedi, but no. I don’t know. I just get a sense about it, I guess.

You kill the bad guys for money, same as me. If I offered you a million credits to kill some random innocent kid, I don’t think you’d take it.

[killtime]

Just because I wouldn't kill an innocent doesn't mean I'm a good person.

[ Although she isn't really arguing against the fact. Maybe she's made some bad choices, maybe she's done a lot of things she regrets — but she isn't so terrible that she would use her violence against a child. So all mockery aside, he isn't wrong about her. Not so far.

It's probably a deflection when she goes on dryly: ]

Besides, it's more fun to kill "bad guys." Usually they can fight back a little, and this time, it even got me laid.

[flightforfreedom]

Considering how fucking easy it seems for some people to do? Sure, it’s a low hurdle to pass, but it’s definitely a requirement.

[ The deflection works, though, and he grins widely and smugly. ]

What can I say, it was super hot. I’d be happy to witness any repeat performances.

[killtime]

Noted. [ Wryly: ] I'll make sure to be especially exhibitionalist about it tomorrow.

[ Finally, she comes to close distance — stopping just near enough that the sides of her thighs brush against his spread knees as she comes to stand barely between them. ]

If we were smart, we'd probably go rest and prepare.

[flightforfreedom]

[ He wet his lips way too slowly to be casual. ]

Yeah. If we were smart.

[ He tilted his head as he looked up at her, not reaching out, his hands kept carefully in their place. ]

... I'm called an idiot on a pretty regularly basis, though.

[killtime]

Well, I'm the idiot that just signed up for a second fucking job with you, so.

[ Idiots all around, it seems. Yet, despite the wry mockery in her voice, her attention is still predictably drawn to his mouth, lingering there a moment or two before driftinglower again, back to the sight he makes with his knees shamelessly spread.

Fuck it. Didn't die today — might die tomorrow. That's as good an excuse as any for dropping to her knees. Her hands push his legs a little more open as she bows her head, pressing a kiss to the nearest patch of skin. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ He had just come hard, his balls completely empty, and yet Andy could stir things in him that he never thought possible. He could feel the twitch in his groin as she pressed her lips to his thigh, and he reached out to thread his fingers into her hair. ]

You’ve warn me out pretty good, hot stuff. Might need a few minutes to recover, there. But I would be more than happy to put my head between your thighs and make you shudder like that again...