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
 

Comments

[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...

[killtime]

[ She almost laughs — it's nearly there, an amused little breath that makes the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes crinkle slightly. Leaning her head against his knee, she watches him, clearly entertained and in no particular hurry to move onto the next thing either. ]

Do you spend as much time in the cockpit as you do between people's legs? [ It's wry mockery, maybe a bit fond — though that might be the lingering afterglow, softening the sharp edges of her humor. ] If you're the best pilot in the galaxy now, imagine what you could be if you were a little less horny.

[flightforfreedom]

You obviously haven’t met a lot of pilots if you think horniness is a detriment. [ He said with an amused and clearly fond look, idly running his fingers through her hair. ]

Honestly it’s usually a bit of a wait between flights. I only get so many opportunities for a little release. So I’m making the most of the time that I’ve got. Not my fault if I can’t keep my hands off you. You’ve met you, right? You could spend an hour just digging your heel into my chest and I’d thank you for it.

[killtime]

I've fucked plenty of pilots. [ Wryly: ] Just not usually the same one twice in a row.

[ It's been a while, honestly, since she's stuck around enough for this kind of back and forth — and it's nice in a way she'd forgotten it could be. Though maybe that was the point, to forget that she cares about anything beyond the moment she shoves her pants off and the moment she pulls them back up again. But he's easier on the eyes than most, especially from this angle, and he's got a kind of charm that even Andy isn't really immune to.

It's somewhere between amused and mocking when she goes on: ]

Is that a formal request for me to step on you? Because there's still plenty of time.

[flightforfreedom]

[ He grinned broadly. ] Not sure if I’d call it formal, but you absolutely have permission to step on me whenever the thought occurs.

You can even rough me up a little, I like a good fight.

[ The gentle caress through her hair maybe off set that statement a bit. Or perhaps it strengthened it. He’d known her for what, two days? Three? And he was already willing to risk his life for her. A little rough housing was nothing, compared. ]

[killtime]

[ Dryly then: ]

If I gave you a good fight, I'd probably kill you. [ Scythians tend to have a different definition of a "good fight" than most — not that he could know she isn't human, not without a look at all her redundant internal organs anyway. With a vague shrug: ] But sure. I'm into playing rough, if you think you can take it.

[ Sitting up, she rests her hands on his open thighs, leaning forward to bring her face closer to his, just scant inches away. ]

Let you pick the safe word and everything.

[flightforfreedom]

Probably. [ Admitted happily. He was under no delusions there. Even though he assumed she was a human or a close human species, he’d also seen her fight. ]

How about ‘“Yavin 4”. Then I’d just be begging you I send me home, I guess.

[ He let his fingers trace down her jawline as his cock began to stir, despite himself. ]

[killtime]

[ He's too pretty to kill anyway. And much more fun alive than dead. ]

It probably won't come to that. [ She tilts her head towards those wandering fingers, snapping her teeth at them lightly. ] You need to be standing tomorrow, at least. Someone has to back me up.

[ Her hands his legs a friendly little squeeze before she braces herself to stand up again. With a hint of mild mockery: ]

Come on. If we do this in your quarters, you'll get the walk over there to have second thoughts.