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]

[ It's good. It's just good just being touched by him. Call it the culmination of all those nights where she laid awake with her hand between her thighs, imagining the sound of his voice — but it feels like she could get off from just this, his fingers thrusting inside her and the friction from his hand when it presses against her just so. There's going to be a mouth-shaped bruise on her throat tomorrow — fleeting, in the brief time it'll take for her Scythian biology to take care of it — but like hell she gives a damn when she's got his dick hard against her palm. That alone has her pulse racing.

Maybe later, she'll have the good sense to be embarrassed that she was so riled from a little heavy-petting — at her age, with her experience — but that's for after. Right now, she wants the same thing he does — wants to feel him, be close to him in a way she hasn't been before. The rest is just details. It won't matter if it's clumsy or messy. Nothing matters so much as just... ]

Let me.

[ It's a rough whisper, as she gently coaxes his hand aside, shifting to center herself over his lap. Her own hand holds him steady for her, nudging the head of his cock between those soft, wet folds — dragging it back and forth a few times in search of the right angle before finally, that first inch or so slips inside. The noise she makes is quiet, barely there — a wavering exhale. ]

[ct_7567]

[ In this moment, Rex has no more embarrassment or self-consciousness. They're too far in now - all he can do at this point is allow himself to be swept away with it, and that's something he does with more eagerness than not, gratified by Andy's urgency, groaning against her as she drags him against her, because oh, that's new. It's all new. And maybe that wouldn't ordinarily be appealing, but it is when it's her. ]

Pfassk, you're wet, [ he murmurs again, which is the second time he's said so, but she'll have to forgive his fascination; it's a heady thing, being wanted, and it's something he'd always languished in when he lay with Poe. Words are one thing. Words are easy. But it's another to see and feel that urgency, and he hadn't been sure how he would, with Andy. That knowledge is nearly as good as feeling her around him, warm and welcoming and just a hair too much.

He presses his mouth against her chest as he rocks shallowly into her, not yet letting his urgency take hold. He speaks against her, tone fond, almost wry. ] Don't think I could have ever imagined this.

[killtime]

[ With a soft wryness: ]

Me either. I think I was actively trying not to imagine it, for a while.

[ Because a year ago, she couldn't have imagined even being here — on this damn ship, in love with two men, fighting against the Empire with nothing more than a blaster and those fools at her side. At first, she was angry with herself for wanting to stay, wanting to be with them — but now, she can hardly imagine being without them anymore. Sometimes, if she dwells on it too much, it frightens her, and she has to fight that instinct to flee from all of it.

But right now, she's wrapped up in the moment, unable to even imagine being somewhere else. Or with anyone else. Right then, she's so fucking in love with him, and it feels so good to be close like this. It takes a conscious effort not to hastily sink down into his lap all at once. A wavering exhale escapes her as she slowly eases herself onto him, her thighs tight with work of it. As she lowers her hips, each of those little shallow thrusts goes a gradually deeper, and she feels almost hyperaware of it — every inch, slipping further in.

When there's nowhere left to go, she lingers there for a moment, sitting there with her arms draped over his shoulders, holding him to her as he mouths at her skin. Thoughtlessly, she digs her blunt nails into his shoulder blades just so, as if to vent a tiny fraction of the intense feeling in her chest. ]

You feel good. [ Quietly: ] Don't stop.

[ct_7567]

I wasn't planning on it.

[ He brushes some of her hair away from her face as he grips onto the back of her neck, noses bumping into each other as he begins to move, slowly at first, more tentatively than he needs to, just luxuriating in the sensation of it, of how close he is to her, the welcome scrape of her nails against him, of how different this is from everything else. Funny, that they had stayed away from something so good for so long, her because she had spent so long running away from it, and him because he hadn't known what it would be like, had been half-afraid that it was unwanted, or that he'd leave her cold.

That obviously isn't the case. He just rocks into her, swaying back and forth on the cold floor of the ship. Underneath different circumstances, this would be decidedly unromantic. Rex can't think of a more romantic place to be, though, than the place they spend the most time together, on this ship they'd made a home out of.

Finally, he rocks forward in a way that would knock her off balance if not for his arms wrapped around her, holding her up, one wrapped firmly around her waist and the other pressed against the flat of her back so they can start to move properly, so he can feel her weight against him. ]

I got you, [ he says as he shifts, thumb rubbing circles against her, the head of his cock catching against her as he nearly slides out before driving back in. ] I got you.

[killtime]

[ She'd been a fool in the beginning — trying to deny that she wanted him at all, to start, then trying to deny it was anything more than a shallow attraction later. But it can't be just that, because even after waiting all this time, all the nights she thought about him with her hand between her thighs — it's the little things that make her pulse race, her heartbeat stuttering in her chest. Little things like the grazing touch of his fingertips as he tucks her hair back from her face. The warm weight of his hands as he holds her, steady as he ever was. The low rumble of his voice as he tells her he's got her. It's those things that fill her with this warmth she can't name, something separate from the physical pleasure of him moving inside her — this blossom of emotion underneath her ribs that makes her unbearably soft for him.

It's easier than she wants it to be, trusting herself to him. But she's been trusting him at her back in every firefight since they met — so maybe it's only natural now. She lets him bear her weight, her body flush to the solidness of his as he moves against her. With their faces a scant inch apart, he can probably feel the way her breath falters when he thrusts into her just so. Her lips part slightly on a sound that's barely there, her eyelashes fluttering as her nails dig into his shoulders a little harder, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake. ]

Rex.

[ It's not even the first time she's said his name during sex, but it is the first time she's said it to him, just like that. That single syllable, the tangible yearning in it, raw and honest in a way that she so rarely is. She can't help it, just like she can't help the restless motion of her hips as she tries to meet him, trying to find a rhythm with him so she can get him in her as deep as he can go. ]

[ct_7567]

[ He can hear that hitch of her breath, that hint that he's doing something right - this has gone far beyond being just sex, but at least when they get down to the nuts and bolts, it's not so dissimilar that he can't read that. He adjusts his position, trying to rut against her just so, trying to give her everything she deserves. And the way she says his name - little gods, that's something else. He'd say he could get used to that, but he doesn't think he could; there's no way he could hear that and ever think of it as being anything other than a memory that would keep him warm on cold nights, a memory to be framed and cherished aside from everything else. ]

Andy, [ he returns, voice a little garbled with it as he finally gets into a proper rhythm, muscles bunching up along his shoulders and back and thighs, as he rocks into her. He'd like for this to last, but he's not going to last half as long as he should like, overwhelmed by touch and sensation and the way he feels oddly full with emotion, as though his body was never meant to carry so much, was never meant to love someone like her and to be loved in return. Few others are able to see her like this. The sex is one thing - plenty of people have seen her naked; hell, this whole thing happened because a one night stand with Poe makes a case for not keeping it as a one time fling - but the way she's given herself to him, unabashed by what she feels, as open and as herself as she's ever let herself be, that's a rarity to be treasured. ]

Come on, [ he murmurs, thumb brushing some hair away from her face. He's always loved her hair, but right now it's getting in the way of her face. ] Let me get you there.

[ Preferably before he blows. Stamina's one thing, but he's only human. ]

[killtime]

[ It's not the sex, really — it is, but it isn't. She's easy enough to please with these things. Maybe a couple centuries ago, it still mattered to do something edgy and novel when she was getting off, but she burned through that phase of her life a long time ago. Eventually, she figured out there was only so many ways to put Tab A in slot B, and at some point, it stopped being about the rush and more about killing time. Sometimes, she'd barely pay attention to what was happening with her body at all.

But now, here, with him — she's present and the moment is vivid in a way that's almost too much, overwhelming when she's spent so long in denial of it, trying not to feel any of it. It's almost laughable now that she ever bothered to pretend. She wants him. So much it frightens her sometimes. So much that just the sound of his voice urging her makes her nearly fall to pieces right then and there.

She feels a sudden surge of urgency, and it's impulsive when she moves — getting her knees under her to push a little roughly, tipping their balance to get him on the ground beneath her. For a moment, it's clumsy — she nearly has his cock slipping free of her, her hands braced hard against his chest to keep her upright as she readjusts, steadying herself to find a rhythm again. When she sinks back down onto him, it's nearly too fast, a hard flex of her thighs and the sound of skin-on-skin when she starts to ride him. As she leans over him, her eyes are fixed on him, like there's not another soul in the galaxy. Like she needs to remember what he looks like right now, buried inside her for the first time — a memory for centuries from now, to keep her company long after he's gone.

There's an edge of desperation to the rough whisper of her voice when she finally speaks — something reflected in her face, bittersweet and a little conflicted, her eyebrows drawn together as she utters those words again. The ones she hardly ever says, twice in one day now, quiet and fervent and wavering ever so slightly, like it pains her to say it, and yet — ]

I love you. [ Her rhythm starts to falter. She tenses up, digging her nails into his chest as everything goes tight — ] Rex, I —

[ A bitten off noise, as she comes undone on top of him, breaking down into hard shudders that leave her bowed and trembling, barely able to keep herself sitting up. ]

[ct_7567]

[ There's a moment where it becomes obvious how carefully, how deliberately Rex surrenders control to her, letting himself topple backwards to the ground, watching her intently, nigh worshipful. She could tell him to do a great many things right now, and he would obey with great enthusiasm. Even if she told him to stop, to wait for no reason other than her own enjoyment, he would do that as well. He's only found a few people in this galaxy he would give himself over to and she's one of them.

Happily, she's not so cruel as that. ] I love you too, [ he says quickly, reaching up to grip at the back of her head, staring up at her and willing that expression away, thumb trying to smooth her brow as he drives up to meet her, heedless of the hard ground beneath them and the fact that the two of them are likely going to ache after rolling about like this. ] I do. It's worth it, every bit of it, I -- stars, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me --

[ Her and Poe alike. Andy knows love too well to embrace it the way Rex has, with the reckless abandon of one who's never loved and lost like she has before, who is more convinced of his partners' immortality than anything else. And even if it wasn't, he can't imagine any part of him regretting this. His life is short, but with them, it seems to stretch on longer than he could have ever imagined. ]

Stay here with me now, Andy, [ he says, though his words are choked at the end as she tightens around him and he quickens his pace, chasing down his own orgasm with vigor, though with her draped over him, it doesn't take long at all. He comes with a low groan, his cock pulsing in her. He reaches up, drags her to rest against his chest, not slipping out yet - they'll have to soon, but he wants to feel her this close to him, just a little longer. He presses his forehead to her shoulder, still a little dazed with it. ]

Stay here, [ he tells her, not really thinking she'll leave. But perhaps he means it differently. Don't think about tomorrow. Don't even think about an hour from now, when they're both sore and the stickiness seems less appealing when they've got to ration their water. For now, they're allowed to simply be where they are. ]

[killtime]

[ She doesn't know how he can say it so readily, with what sounds like such certainty — that he loves her, that it's worth it. Doesn't he remember when she ran away? When she lied to them, cruelly and pointlessly, in a desperate bid to deny her feelings. How can he say that to her, that she's the best thing that's ever happened to him? She can barely stand the sentiment — it makes her heart feel too fucking full for her chest, threatening to burst. She doesn't know how she could ever be deserving of love like that.

But she doesn't want to let it go either. He tells her to stay and it pierces through the haze of her orgasm, the words somehow even more poignant than the shuddering aftershocks that have her twitching around him and breathing hard. Stay, he says, and she wants to, even though some exposed and vulnerable part of her feels the compulsion to pick up and stumble off to the other side of the ship before he can see her too clearly for what she is — raw, uncertain, and so in love with him that it keeps her awake at night. It's an instinct that makes a momentary little tension rise in her shoulders as he holds her — but it lasts for that one moment only. The tension eases, and she turns to bury her face against his chest, seeking refuge in that instead.

Muffled, she answers at length: ]

Sparring with you will never be the same again.

[ Maybe it's a deflection, a wry little something to draw attention away from the vulnerability she feels as the afterglow sets in — but it says something too, that she doesn't pull away. That she lingers, willingly, letting the tide of her breath even out as she listens to the beat of his heart do the same. ]

ENDTAG??? WE DID IT WE DONE TOOK HIS VAGINITY

[ct_7567]

No, [ Rex says, a hint of a laugh in his voice, smoothing his hand soothingly down her back, as firm and reassuring as he always is. ] It's going to be a lot more fun. I fully intend for this to have a few repeat performances.

[ Now that they've - well, gotten it out of the way is the wrong way to put it. But now that they've bridged this gap between them, they've got time to make up for, and Rex intends to get to that with great enthusiasm. For now, though, he's happy to lay here for as long as Andy will allow, ignoring the sharp ridges of the floor digging into his back, the way his skin, tacky with drying sweat, sticks to the metal, as comfortable in the afterglow as if they were cuddled up in bed. He turns his head into that mop of hair of hers, breathes her in, and lets himself sink into a happy doze where he'll stay until either one of them gets too sore to lie here any longer or if Poe wanders in to see where they've wandered off to. And maybe then they'll just do it all over again.

Why not? For once in their lives, they've got time. ]