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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[killtime]

[ 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. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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. ]

[killtime]

[ 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.

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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.

[killtime]

[ 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.

[flightforfreedom]

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...

[killtime]

[ 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.

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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. ]