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Return to Me - Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve: The Night I Held You

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves! To celebrate, here is the next, very smutty, chapter of Return to Me! Your comments lately have been making me so happy, so thank you so much! I love you all! I haven’t written smut in so long, so bear with me if it’s bad. Lemme know what you think! And if you wanna be tagged. I haven’t mentioned this in a while, but a few people on the tag list don’t have the proper settings to be tagged, so if they want to get the notifications, they’ll have to change their privacy settings. Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Oh! I forgot. This chapter includes a scene inspired by one of my favorites from How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, and a Britney Spears lyric. It’s really got it all. Alright, now go read and enjoy!

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 6,217 (I’M SORRY IT’S SO LONG) Synopsis: Poe returns home to Yavin-4 to ask his father for some much needed help. Reunited once more, the reader and Poe find some time to be together again. (Warning: it’s smut, guys.)

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“Alright, Black Squadron, best behavior. This isn’t just my dad we’re visiting, he’s a rebellion hero, don’t forget.”

“How could we when it’s all you remind us of?” Jess teased, her voice vibrating through the intercom of Poe’s borrowed ship. He laughed and shook his head as he flipped off the speaker. He could see the outline of his childhood home as they approached, and couldn’t help but take in a deep breath. It has been quite some time since he had last been home, and with the news he was bringing, he wasn’t too excited to be back.

He received a transmission from Leia earlier that day, informing him that she and a small group from the Resistance would be meeting him down on Yavin-4. The goal of this visit was to secure a temporary base at Poe’s father’s home, as well as start mounting their return. Although he was excited to see his father again, and to have the Resistance back together, Poe now had to face the arduous task of convincing his father to help.

After the Battle of Endor, Kes Dameron and his wife, Shara Bey, decided to start a different life on Yavin-4. They planted their Force Tree in the back yard and watched it grow as their only son did, too, far away from the fighting within the rest of the galaxy. Shara Bey continued to fly to protect Yavin-4, and when Poe was eight years old, she died. Kes was a strong man, but Poe knew that his father worried about Poe finding the same fate as his mother. Kes never joined up with the Resistance again, but supported Poe through everything he did. Poe just hoped that this was one of those times, too. He hoped that he could convince his father that he still had some fighting years left in him yet.

Poe landed his ship a couple yards from his home and took a few moments before he even opened the hood of his ship. BB-8 asked what he was doing, forcing Poe to face his task. He climbed out of the ship and landed on the soft mud of the jungle, his boots sinking slightly into the ground.

“This is home?” Suralinda asked. Poe laughed nervously and looked around. As always, there was a stream of smoke coming from the top of his house. The Force tree was visible from around the side of the house, its massive branches challenging the hundreds of years old trees around it. Scattered on the front porch were pairs of shoes and a few farming and gardening tools. It was as if nothing had changed since he was last here.

He made his way forward and Poe didn’t have to get more than four feet away from the house before the front door swung open and Kes Dameron ran to embrace his son.

“Hey, Dad,” Poe said, hugging his broad frame just as firmly.

“I see you’ve brought friends,” Kes said, clapping him on the back when he pulled away. Poe smiled and nodded his head.

“Yes. Dad, this is Black Squadron. Black Squadron, this is my father, Sergeant Kes Dameron.”

“Stop it with that Sergeant shit,” Kes said, walking towards Black Squadron, giving each of them a firm handshake. “Call me Kes. You’re all welcome in my home.” They all greeted him back warmly and began to file into the house. Poe brought up the rear and touched his dad on the back carefully, pulling his attention away from hosting duties.

“Think you can welcome a few more?” Poe asked.

“Something you want to tell me?” Kes asked, stopping on his front porch.

“Yes.” Kes motioned to the chairs in front of the house and took a seat next to his son.

“Are you alright? You look pale,” Kes said, studying his son’s face closely.

“The Resistance is on its last leg, Dad. The First Order took out our base on D’Qar. We just barely escaped with our lives. We’re down to almost a quarter of what we had before and the First Order just seems to be getting stronger. Hell, they were able to track us through lightspeed.” Kes shook his head and frowned back at Poe.

“I heard about the Hosnian System. A weapon of that power . . .”

“I know, which is why it’s such a good thing we took it out when we did. But the First Order is getting stronger every passing minute, and we’re losing steam.”

“Well, there’s always a light, you just can’t see it all the time. Don’t lose your hope, son.”

“I won’t. I never will,” Poe said, smiling a little. “But I need some help.”

“Coming to your old man for advice?” Poe laughed and shook his head.

“A little more than advice. General Organa will be here later with a few other members of the Resistance. She wants to set up a temporary base here.”

“Here?”

“Yes. We have plans to set up base on Serenno, but Leia doesn’t fully trust their count yet.”

“I didn’t realize she had any kind of relationship with Serenno.”

“She doesn’t,” Poe sighed, throwing his arm over the back of his chair, “It’s Y/N’s connection.”

“Y/N? As in your Y/N?” Kes asked. Poe laughed softly and nodded his head.

“Yes, although, she’s not mine.”

“Not anymore,” Kes said with a frown. Instead of divulging into that with his father, Poe continued on.

“Leia doesn’t trust him just yet and wants to set up a more secure base here until a better, more permanent location can be found.”

“But we already had a base here,” Kes said with a shake of his head, “The First Order knows that.”

“She wants to run operations here, right here. Nothing too big. We just need to start rallying the troops for a big fight, whenever that’s going to happen. Hopefully, we’ll be out of your hair fairly soon, but as it stands now, this is our best bet.”

“Alright,” Kes said after a long pause.

“You mean it?”

“Yeah, I do,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” Poe said, clapping his father’s shoulder. The Dameron men stood up and started walking towards the front door, going to find their forgotten guests.

“I didn’t realize Y/N was working with the Resistance again,” Kes said as he opened the door.

“She was going to do some campaigning for us, start to get us some more help, right before everything went to shit. She was on base when the First Order attacked.” Kes nodded as he followed his son into the kitchen to get drinks for everyone.

“And how’s that going?”

“The same,” Poe said, glancing at him briefly.

“What about tall, dark, and blue-skinned out there? Just by one look, I can see that she cares about you a great deal.”

“Sura? No, we’re friends, just friends. We’ve always been best like that,” Poe said, shaking his head, “I met her in the navy.”

“So, you’ve got a history,” Kes said, carrying a tray of drinks to the living room.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Poe muttered under his breath.

His friends looked tired as he took them all in, spread out along his father’s couches. Suralinda looked like she was about to fall asleep on Jessika’s shoulder. Jess was bruised and had dried blood all over her but was somehow still managing to keep her head up. Snap had his arm firmly around Karé, as if he was never going to let her go again. They were all exhausted, but when he came into the room, their spirits lifted.

They thanked Kes for the drinks and went on telling him what happened, including Poe’s daring rescue. Kes nudged his son with his knee, and Poe knew that he was thinking of his mother. Once they had a chance to catch their breaths and catch up, Poe got to work with his squadron on unloading the few supplies they were able to take from Ikkrukk. As they worked, The Millennium Falcon landed near their ships an hour later.

“Welcome to Yavin-4, Dameron properties,” Poe said ceremoniously, jogging to the ramp as Leia exited the Falcon. She rolled her eyes and took his outstretched hand.

“How’s your father?” she asked, walking with him towards the house.

“Good. Ready to help.”

“Good,” she said, patting his cheek.

“Leia.” Both Poe and Leia turned to the front door and saw Kes standing with a sad smile on his face.

“Hello, Kes.”

“It’s good to see you, Leia,” he said as he stepped down the few steps of his home. He wrapped Leia in a tight hug.

“You too,” she said, smiling up at him. “Can I see it?”

“Of course.”

Poe followed them around back where Kes led Leia to the Force tree he and Shara Bey had planted when Poe was young. The seedling had turned into a giant tree, much larger than the one that was tattooed on Poe’s back.

“Oh, I miss her. I wish she could see all of this,” Leia said, touching a hand to her chest. “Well, maybe not all of it, but the good parts.”

“I know,” Kes said, looking thoughtfully up at the tree, “But she’s here. Part of her will always be.” Leia nodded and looked back at Poe. She gave him a smile as he wiped away a tear that had dared to fall from his eye.

“Come on, there’s no time for sadness right now. We’ve got planning to do. Kes, I want to introduce you to a few of our new friends.”

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The flight to Yavin-4 had been a smooth one, but the entire ride your stomach had been in knots. It wasn’t every day that you saw your ex-father-in-law for the first time since breaking your ex-husband’s heart and the thought of doing so had you in a puddle of anxiety. As you departed the Millennium Falcon, you peered around the all too familiar farm, looking for a trace of either Dameron. Even though you had seen him only a day or so ago, you really missed Poe and needed to see his face.

Everyone who had come to Yavin-4 had begun to move around, talking with the rough looking Black Squadron and getting acquainted with the jungle. You looked at the house, unchanged from the last time you had been here years ago. Even with everyone coming in and out of it in a hurry, it was as warm and welcoming as ever. You smiled gently looking at it, and as your mind wandered to some happier memories, you didn’t notice Kes Dameron come up behind you.

“Well, well, well.” You turned slowly, the sleeves on your dress brushing on the jungle floor as you did. If Poe had grown a few inches taller, he would have been the spitting image of his father. He had the curls of Shara Bey, and her spirit for sure, but his looks were only Kes.

“Kes,” you said, smiling sadly.

“Y/N.” He started walking towards you, and you clenched up, worried he was going to scream at you for breaking his only son’s heart. But as he got closer, he matched your smile and embraced you tightly. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You too,” you said breathlessly. You relaxed in his arms and hugged him back, taking in his warm scent of leather and cinnamon, and his strong arms that were so much like Poe’s. He pulled away first, and when he did, he held you out at arm’s length.

“Unsurprisingly, you look beautiful,” he said with a kind smile. You could have cried.

“Thank you. It’s so good to see you,” you said again, your voice cracking a little. He nodded in agreement and smiled.

“How are you?”

“I’m alright.” You looked into his eyes for too long; the eyes that were so much like his son’s. “I— I’m sorry for . . .” you trailed off, unsure of where to start, “For everything.”

“I know,” he said, frowning. “Me too.”

“Dad?” You both looked to the house and saw Poe looking at the two of you wide-eyed. You nodded his way and Kes left you to speak with his son. As they did, Poe kept glancing over at you.

It was so strange to be back here with the way things were. Once so sure of it, you had no idea what your place was here. Poe clapped his father’s shoulder as the elder Dameron walked inside and Poe strolled across the grounds.

“Hey,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I’m so glad to see you safe.”

“Me too,” he said with a smile, “They’re getting ready to start the debriefing in there.” He nodded towards the house and when you didn’t respond, he started to walk towards it. But when he saw that you didn’t move, he stopped. Your eyes were trailing over him, checking for any signs of injury. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, taking a step towards him, “My parents are alive.”

“What? That’s great,” Poe said with a smile.

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“They were on Serenno when the Hosnian System was destroyed.”

“That’s great, Y/N,” he said again. You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “What is it?” he asked, taking a step towards you.

“Nothing,” you said, feeling a tear streak from your eye. He touched your forearm, standing a few inches away from you. “Just— When your dad hugged me, he really hugged me,” you said. Poe frowned as he pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead. He hugged you tightly, tighter than his father had.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked, looking at you seriously. You scoffed and shook your head, pulling out of his arms.

“He should hate me.”

“Y/N,” he started. He brought you back in his arms, holding you firm to his chest as he looked in your eyes.

“You both should.”

“No one can ever hate you, Y/N,” he said, looking at you seriously. “And it’s a good thing, him hugging you, that’s a good thing.” You wiped at your tears and nodded. “Why were your parents on Serenno?”

“You know why,” you said with a sigh. He nodded sadly. “We should probably get to that meeting.”

“We know what they’re going to say.”

“We shouldn’t be the only ones missing,” you said, taking in a breath as you broke from his arms and walked towards the house. Poe followed one step behind you. As the two of you entered, you found your friends gathered in the living room. Nové was now sitting next to Jessika, with Jess leaning against her shoulder this time. They both smiled at you and you took a seat on the couch next to them. Poe went to stand by his father, whispering something to him as Leia began her debriefing.

Everyone agreed that they couldn’t put their faith in Lin Ral. You tried not to be hurt by that, but the fact that they didn’t trust your judgment stung. Tomorrow, the remaining ground troops would head to the old base of the rebellion, led by both Damerons. You needed to head back to Serenno as soon as possible, Leia instructed, to get started on rebuilding the Republic, but also to squash any suspicion the rest of the Resistance may have.

You argued for checking on Naboo, but Leia confirmed your worse fear. Without the Resistance’s supplies and the lack of contact from Naboo, they couldn’t risk a blind reconnaissance mission. Leia encouraged you and Nové to keep reaching out, but until a connection could be made, you were stuck with the Resistance.

As she wrapped up her debriefing, Poe and Kes told everyone about the schematics of the house and instructed where the supplies could be held. The ranch would make a good base for the small number of people that were still with the Resistance, but if their numbers grew as they hoped, it couldn’t hold everyone. That problem was soon actualized as night fell over the jungle.

The day had been spent mapping out strategies and establishing the base around the Dameron homestead, and when night fell, no one wanted to fly back to Serenno. Rooms were divided up amongst the group, but it was clear that there wouldn’t be enough. Poe offered up his old room to Leia, who by all accounts needed the most rest. She argued for a moment, but eventually conceded. Snap and Karé took one of the guest beds, and Sura and Jess offered to sleep on the couches in that room. Eventually, all inhabitable places were taken up, including some back on the Falcon, until the only two left were you and Poe.

“My lady, we need to find somewhere for you to sleep,” Nové said, coming to stand by your side.

“I’ll be fine wherever. I can just take a space on the—”

“You know, I think there’s still that cot up in the attic,” Kes said, stepping up to join your discussion.

“Perfect,” you said, a little reluctantly. Kes had a similar glow in his eyes that Poe got when he had a plan that usually ended up getting you into some kind of trouble.

“It’s up in the attic, behind some boxes, can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.” You looked to Nové, who had also yet to be assigned a sleeping place. “What about you?” She smirked and pulled you aside as everyone left in the room started to clear out.

“Jess and I were thinking about camping out tonight,” she said.

“Oh my god,” you said, part excited, part worried. “Is that safe? Are you a thing now? I— I have a million questions, but you’ve got a date it seems like,” you said, stopping yourself as she frowned at you.

“You’ll be alright?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think I can find my way around the house.” She smiled and gave your hand a squeeze. Jessika appeared in the doorway and looked at Nové lovingly. You gave her a shove towards the door and made your way upstairs. You walked past Poe’s old room and stopped in your tracks.

“Y/N.” You took a step inside and found Leia sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were heavy, like everyone’s hearts. She waved you inside and you crept in carefully, taking in the room that hadn’t changed in years. “Find a place to stay?”

“Yeah, there’s a cot in the attic with my name on it.”

“A cot for a queen?” she questioned with a laugh.

“I was never a queen here,” you said, walking back towards the door.

“No,” Leia said thoughtfully. “If you see Poe, thank him for the room. It was very kind of him.”

“I will, but I’m not sure I’ll see him before you,” you said, crinkling your eyebrows. Leia smiled and nodded her head.

“Perhaps not. But if you do, let him know.”

“I will. Sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, walking back out of the room.

“Goodnight.”

You found the ladder that led up to the attic down the hall. You gathered your skirt in your hands and took a step on the first rung carefully. You got six rungs up before you slipped. Just as you saw the flooring of the attic, you started to fall back down to the floor, only to have a strong hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you upright.

“You okay?” You looked up into Poe’s dreamy eyes and smiled.

“Yeah.” He slid his hand up a little and grasped yours as he pulled you up into the attic. You straightened your dress and looked around the room. The cot had been pulled out and covered with a blanket and pillow from the couch downstairs. “What are you doing up here?” you asked.

“I just wanted to make sure you found everything,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t think there’s much to find,” you said, motioning to the cot.

“Did you check behind the boxes, though?” Poe asked, a mischievous smile on his face. You raised an eyebrow as you walked around the boxes to find the small fort of pillows and blankets that Poe had laid out for you.

You took in a breath and looked back at him. He took a step forward, wrapping his arm around your lower waist. You looked up into his eyes and tilted your chin just slightly. He laughed gently and leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you. He put a hand on your cheek as he deepened the kiss and pulled you in closer. You stood entwined for the next few minutes, slowly and passionately letting your mouths get reacquainted.

He pulled away, looking at you with a sexy smile on his face.

“I know we were going to find a bed,” he said, looking down at the fort of blankets he had made, “But I did the best I could with the time.” You laughed and gave his hand a squeeze.

“It’s perfect. I’m just not sure now is the right time,” you said. He frowned at you and let out a sigh. “I mean, everyone is in the house—”

“And they won’t hear us,” he said, looking into your eyes. “You have to go back to Serenno tomorrow. I don’t know when we’ll have a better chance.” You smiled gently and nodded your head, tilting your head to kiss him again. “It’s really comfy, too,” he said, pulling away a second later, smiling at you.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to check it out to see if I believe you,” you said, looking at him flirtatiously as you sat down carefully on the bed he had made on the floor. He laughed at you softly, smiling down at you as he sat down across from you.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, leaning in closely.

“I think it’s great,” you said, touching his cheek as you pulled him in for a gentle kiss. The soft orange light of the room cast shadows on his face, highlighting some of your favorite features. The only light in the room was a lamp in the far corner, leaving the two of you in moody, romantic shadows.

“I’m glad you’re here. That we’re here together,” he said.

“Me too,” you said, kissing him again. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. He kissed you delicately, but there was an urgency in his lips. He nipped at your lower lip as his hands played with the fabric cinching your waist. Your hands found their place on his broad frame, holding onto his shoulders as he pulled you in closer, right into his lap.

You laughed about the awkward position you found yourself in and looked into his eyes. They were dark, darker than they were normally. There was a fire in them, beckoning you forward. Just before you leaned in to kiss him again, giving yourself to him fully, you pulled away, looking at his eyes which were already shut. He opened them again and cocked his eyebrow just slightly.

“What?” he asked.

“I’ve missed you. Missed this,” you said airily. He smiled out of the corner of his mouth, his perfect mouth, his perfect smile.

“Did you ever think about me?” he asked huskily.

“Baby,” you said, biting your lip, “Thinking of you kept me up all night.” His tongue crossed beneath his bottom lip as the smile from before spread across his face.

“God, come here,” he said, gripping your waist tighter. You laugh and found his lips again, your arms wrapping around his neck as you entwined. He leaned into you, making you relax onto your back, slowly backing up until you were on the pillows. He pulled away from you once you were laid down, making you whine.

“Just, hang on,” he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes, watching him eagerly as he threw his shirt across the room, giving you full view of his muscular chest and back, including the giant Force tree tattoo covering his back. Poe had a couple of tattoos. The biggest was the Force tree on his back. On his left forearm he had his parents named tattooed in small Aurebesh letters. On that same arm, on his bicep, he had the Galactic Republic logo. As he threw off his shirt, he flexed his arms beautifully.

“Poe,” you complained, making him laugh.

“I’m right here,” he said gently, crawling back towards you. He found your lips again, eagerly waiting for his as you again cupped his face. He pulled away before you would have liked, making you complain again. “Hang on,” he said, his hands trailing down your body until they rested on your hips. You looked at him curiously as he gave you a mischievous look. He slowly started to pull up the fabric of your dress, until the skirt was gathered around your hips.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he thumbed at your underwear.

“Just want to make sure you have something to think about at night,” he said, pulling them off quickly. The draft of the attic sent goosebumps across your skin as Poe came back to you.

He made you spread your legs, giving him a perfect view of you. He smiled at you as he locked his fingers in yours, laying down on his stomach. He looked at you devilishly before his lips found the folds in between your legs. You let out a sigh as he slowly started to work his magic. He licked one stripe up your core, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Hey, they might hear us if you’re that loud,” he said, pulling away with a grin. You nodded your head and watched him as he went back to his work, his eyes never leaving yours. He was going to make you wait for it as his tongue started to dash around your clit. He knew what he was doing as he laughed delicately between your legs at the sounds you were trying and failing to keep in. He sucked on your clit for a few seconds, loving as you thrashed beneath him and whined his name.

“God, Poe,” you moaned, your hips bucking slightly as you approached your end.

“I know, baby,” he said, pulling away from your warmth. You frowned at him, your hands still clenched in his. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he stuck a finger inside of you, dropping your hand at your hip. You moaned when he added another finger and started curling them in the way that absolutely drove you insane, and covered your mouth with your hand. His fingers were continuous, pumping into you as he brought his glorious lips back to your center. His thick eyelashes nearly shadowed his eyes as he went back to tongue fucking you, but never quite hid his dark eyes from yours.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he said when you started to close them. Your orgasm was coming soon, and it was hard to keep your eyes open. But watching Poe between your legs, his fingers so deep inside of you, and the sexy look in his eyes, you absolutely were not going to disobey him.

His moves were continuous, driving you crazy with each flick of his fingers, or touch of his lips. You squeezed his hand as the pleasure began to take hold of you. You could feel him smile in between your legs as he squeezed your hand back.

“Oh my god, Poe,” you moaned, your legs twitching around him as you neared your end. His hand moved from yours, gripping your thigh to keep your legs spread as he continued to eat you out.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name again,” he said, pulling away for a second to leave a few kisses on your inner thigh.

“Yes, Poe,” you said breathlessly, smirking back at him. “Please.”

“Say it,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Poe, please.” His nose scrunched in a smile as he bit down on your thigh before going back in between your legs, licking and sucking and fingering you until you came with a loud cry. You completely forgot about staying quiet, and Poe quickly put a hand over your lips. You came down slowly, biting his palm to keep from crying out as he finished you off. He came back to your lips, smiling as he did so, and kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only made you kiss him longer.

“Fuck,” you muttered, pulling away for air. He shrugged humbly, making you laugh. “It wasn’t always like that, was it?” you asked.

“With you?” he asked with a gentle smile. “Always.” You shook your head lovingly as you kissed him again. He started to kiss you deeper, but you pulled away. “What?”

“Hang on,” you said, standing. He repositioned himself on the blankets, leaning up against the wall as he watched you. Locking eyes, you dropped the silky dress from your shoulders, letting it fall at your feet. Poe’s eyes shined hungrily as you walked back towards him.

“Take off your pants,” you instructed. He nodded and quickly did, tossing them over with his shirt. You giggled as you sat down in his lap, looking at him softly.

“Hi,” he said, putting his hands on your waist. You could feel him hard beneath you.

“Hi,” you said with a laugh.

“Have I ever told you how fantastic you are?” he asked, pulling you in close.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” you whispered in his ear, keeping your body close to his. “And if anyone is fantastic, my love, it’s you.” He looked at you, his eyes warming at your words.

You smiled and repositioned yourself, letting him slide into you. You let out a gasp, making Poe beam. He let you get situated around him before gripping your waist. Your arms went around his shoulders, your fingers resting on the large tattoo covering his back. You started grinding into his body slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his as you did. He bit his lip, daring you to pick up your pace. You started going faster, still keeping your eyes locked as you moaned at the feeling of him inside of you, knowing that it was getting to him, too.

You clawed at his back as your body started to heat up, feeling him fill you up so fully. He planted a kiss to your lips every few thrusts, and as your hand trailed up to his curls and pulled gently, he let out a beautiful moan.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said, pulling you into his chest. He licked your neck and as you let out a gasp, bit down. Your breath got caught in your throat and with his lips on your neck, you forgot what you were doing. “Come on now, don’t stop,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded as you moaned, thrusting your hips back into his. He always loved the sounds you made, and this time was no different. He gripped your hips harder, taking over control as he felt you start to lose rhythm. His thrusts were much harder, much more deliberate as he bit your shoulder to keep from crying out with you. Every moan you made incited one from him. You had to keep quiet, knowing that there wasn’t much keeping you from the people sleeping downstairs, but it was difficult to do with the way you were both feeling.

His hand gripped your waist impossibly tight as color rushed into his cheeks. His skin was hot against yours as he forced your movements, making sure to keep you doing exactly what he wanted you to do. He was nearing his end, holding onto any part of your body, squeezing tight as he let out a cry. He came inside of you, slowing his rhythm. You laughed once he had come down, watching his face react to the changing feelings.

“Alright, now you,” he said, quickly flipping you over. Your back landed on the blankets surrounding you, making you let out a gasp of air. Poe’s lips found yours again, leaving hot, passionate kisses as he slid back inside of you. Again, you gasped, his mouth trailing over your jaw as you did. He started pounding into you, not caring about going slow this time. You gasped and moaned and called out his name at each thrust, sending him into another wave of pleasure as you finished around him. You both cried out, holding onto each other for a few more minutes.

Once you were done, you both fell back onto the blankets, catching your breaths. Poe’s hand found yours before you even looked at each other. They laced at your hips, where he drew circles on your skin. You looked over at him, his hair in messy curls. He actually took your breath away.

“Hi,” you said, making him laugh gently.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said, moving in closer to you. He kissed your forehead, pushing back your own messy locks.

“That was—” you stopped, clearing your throat which was scratchy from gasping and crying out Poe’s name all night. “That was amazing.”

“I know,” he said with a grin, pulling you into his chest. You hummed and kissed his chest, looking up at him. “What?” he asked with a laugh.

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head, “There’s just so much to do.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about now?”

“I can’t help it,” you said with a gentle laugh and a shrug. “This was a good distraction, though.”

“I could distract you some more, if you’d like,” he said with a smirk.

“Poe.”

“I know,” he said, putting his hand over yours on his chest.

“I need to know what happened on Naboo,” you said quietly.

“What, are you going to fly yourself out there?” he asked. It was a joke, but you recoiled a little. His smile dropped as he gripped your shoulder tighter. “I know you want to know, but we can’t risk it now.”

“But if we could save Naboo, they would be one of the greatest allies we could get,” you said, taking his hands pleadingly.

“I know, but there’s nothing we can do right now.” You sighed. He pulled you into a strong hug and tenderly kissed your shoulder. You looked up at him, your fingers tracing over the scruff on his chin. He had the most beautiful pout on his lips. You were falling in love with him all over again.

You took his face in your hands, holding him carefully as you looked into his eyes. He smiled out of the corner of his mouth and leaned in to bring his lips to yours. He hummed as he deepened the kiss and his hand traveled down to your thigh. It was like he needed every part of your body on him, right now and always. He pulled away for air first, but never took his eyes off of you. You resettled in his arms, staring off at the pile of boxes blocking you from the entrance of the attic.

“Is this where you used to take your romantic conquests back in the day?” you asked, running your hand up and down his chest.

“You know, I don’t even remember what it was like to be with anyone but you.”

“Poe,” you said gently. He rolled you onto your back and looked at you lovingly, a small smile tugging at his gorgeous lips. He lowered himself to kiss you. You cupped his face and kissed him back, taking him in. The scruff of his cheeks, the brushing of his nose against yours, the gentle hums he made as he kept you guessing his next movement. Everything about him was perfect and you would have let him do anything in that moment until a sound made you pull away.

“What was that?” you asked, pushing him off as you heard a buzzing come from the opposite side of the room. Poe’s face was slightly smushed by your hand on his lips, but he still frowned at you.

“Ignore it,” he said, kissing your fingers and coming back to your lips.

“Just, hold on,” you said into his lips, pushing him up. He sighed and sat up straight, reaching for his pants. You grabbed your dress off the floor and quickly pulled it back on as you walked back to the entrance of the attic. On the floor was the commlink you had forgotten when you got into the attic. It was vibrating against the wooden floor, and not for the first time that night, your breath was taken away.

“What is it?” Poe asked, walking over towards you.

“Naboo.”

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2019 Jaguar I-Pace Review: From London to Berlin in an All-Electric Jag

Jabbeke was the making of the Jaguar XK120. On May 30, 1949, a prototype of the iconic English sports car was timed at 132.6 mph along a closed section of freeway just outside this Belgian town.

Seven decades on, Jabbeke looks like the breaking of the Jaguar I-Pace—the all-wheel-drive electric crossover that’s as significant a Jaguar as the XK120. We’re plugged into the third fast charger we’ve found in the area, but energy is trickling into the battery. We arrived with 12 miles of range left. We could be here all night.

Why are we here? In the 1960s, Denis Jenkinson, the “continental correspondent” for Britain’s Motor Sport magazine—and the man who’d ridden alongside Stirling Moss en route to their victory in the 1955 Mille Miglia—drove his E-type across Europe from grand prix to grand prix. A half century later we’re attempting to drive more than 700 miles from London in a different type of e-Jaguar to an e-prix—the ninth round of the Formula E championship in Berlin. It’s been five hours since we arrived in Jabbeke. The romance is wearing thin.

We’ve learned a lot in those five hours. Many of the smartphone apps designed to find fast chargers in Europe are inaccurate and hard to use. There’s no easy way to pay for a charge—different suppliers require credit or debit card information on different apps, and some only accept a prepaid card. And our pre-production I-Pace will only take a trickling 22 kW from the Efacec chargers in this part of Belgium. A software issue, apparently.

Jaguar technicians advise us to look for newer fast chargers. One of the apps shows an ABB 50-kW charger at an Audi dealer in Ghent. A call confirms it’s the right charger, that it’s working, and that we’re welcome to use it. But, we’re warned, the power shuts off at 6 p.m. It just turned 5 p.m. The dealership is 32 miles away. We’ve managed to get enough charge for 41 miles. Time to roll the dice.

With 9 miles of range remaining, we pull into NAM Zuid Audi in Ghent at 5:48 p.m., where service manager Johan de Vos offers to keep the power on for as long as we need it. We plug in, and the I-Pace starts sucking down precious kilowatts. An hour and 45 minutes later, the instrument panel shows the battery at 98 percent and range at 231 miles, near the 240-mile max claimed on Jaguar’s U.S. website. We’re back on the road in the most revolutionary Jaguar in history—one that could wrest the EV conversation away from Elon Musk’s Tesla Motors.

As BEV platforms go, the I-Pace’s skateboard layout is conventional. There’s a motor at each end, one driving the front wheels, the other the rear, and in between is a liquid-cooled 90-kW-hr battery pack with 432 lithium-ion cells that also provides structural integrity for the chassis. The Jaguar-developed motors are synchronous permanent magnet units with concentric transmissions that align the motors with the axles. Total output is 394 hp and 512 lb-ft.

The multilink front suspension is from the F-Type; at the rear is an evolution of the integral link suspension used in the F-Pace and E-Pace. Height-adjustable air suspension drops the ride height 1.6 inches for entry/exit and 0.4 inch at speeds above 65 mph to further reduce drag; it can raise it 2.0 inches for off-road work. A sealed battery allows it to wade through water almost 20 inches deep.

We cruise at 70–75 mph across the flatlands of Belgium and into Holland, battling blustery winds off the North Sea. The optimum setup for freeway cruising involves selecting Eco mode, which optimizes HVAC and other settings for maximum efficiency, and setting the regenerative braking mode to low, which helps maintain momentum when you lift off the accelerator. As we pull into our hotel in Eindhoven for the night, the trip computer shows the I-Pace’s energy consumption is averaging 41.8 kW-hr per 100 miles (80 mpg-equivalent).

Next morning, over the border in Germany, we find an ABB 50-kW charger that brings the battery back to 96 percent, giving us 221 miles of range. That’s more than enough to get us to a VW dealership in Hannover, 145 miles down the autobahn, where another ABB 50-kW charger should give us enough juice for the final stint into Berlin. With our charging strategy figured out and range in hand, there’s time for some fun.

Much of Germany’s autobahn is subject to speed limits, so we spend a lot of time at 75–80 mph. There’s not much wind today, but the higher speed boosts consumption to 43 kW-hr per 100 miles. On one derestricted stretch I wind the I-Pace up near its 124-mph Vmax. It gets there easily, but I burn 6 miles of range in the process (and yes, a gasoline version would also burn fuel with such a surge). Feeling guilty at the extravagance, I back off and settle down to 75–80 mph again.

Like most electric cars, the I-Pace doesn’t have a relaxed highway gait. Even gentle cruising requires more pressure on the accelerator than you’d need with an internal combustion engine to keep it rolling along. As soon as you lift off, the Jag hungrily starts harvesting energy.

As we approach Hannover, we encounter the first of a number of traffic jams that will blight our run to Berlin. I turn off creep mode, which makes the I-Pace act like a car with a conventional automatic transmission, and switch the brake regen back to high. Configured this way, the I-Pace can be driven using one pedal; you use the brake only if you have to stop in a hurry. It’s the optimum setup for city and urban driving, and it helps overall energy consumption. Stop-start shuffling and prolonged cruising at 50 to 60 mph saw the I-Pace use 28.9 kW-hr per 100 miles (117 mpg-e) for the final 50 miles to our Hannover stop.

We luxuriate in our first 100 percent charge and celebrate by heading onto a winding road. The I-Pace is fast and fluid, its instant-on torque delivering a creamy surge of acceleration. But it also feels heavy, and not just because of the big wheels and wide tires. Steering requires more effort than expected. Although the mass is low in the chassis—the center of gravity is 5.1 inches lower than that of an F-Type—there’s a zaftig cadence to the I-Pace’s primary ride motions that is unlike any other Jaguar. As on the freeway, it’s best to have the brake regen switched to low; the I-Pace flows better down the road, and you can more precisely slow the car on corner entry.

Fun over, we pop back out onto the A2 autobahn. With an indicated 202 miles of range and 160 miles to go, it should be a piece of cake. Germany might have the fastest roads on earth, but the A2 isn’t one of them, with long sections under repair and jammed with trucks heading to Poland and Russia. Four hours later, we pull into our hotel’s parking garage, not far from Berlin’s Brandenburg Gate, with 20 miles of range to spare. We arrive dog-tired but ache-free—the I-Pace’s seats are supportive and comfortable.

It’s been an epic 734-mile road trip, a journey that at times had us feeling like the crew of Apollo 13, calculating energy use and contemplating points of no return. But this much we now know: The strikingly styled Jaguar I-Pace is the real deal, a genuine Tesla fighter. It feels plusher to live with and more organic to drive, and it fills the white space between the P75D versions of the Model S sedan and Model X SUV that are its nearest rivals. All it needs now is for the charging infrastructure to catch up.

Jaguar I-Pace Tesla Model S P75D Tesla Model X P75D BASE PRICE $70,495 $75,700 $80,700 VEHICLE LAYOUT Front-/rear-motor, AWD, 5-pass, 4-door SUV Front-/rear-motor, AWD, 5-pass, 4-door hatchback Front-/rear-motor, AWD, 5-pass, 4-door SUV MOTORS 2 197-hp/256-lb-ft AC, 394 hp, 512 lb-ft comb “2 259-hp/243-lb-ft AC, 518 hp, 485 lb-ft comb” 2 259-hp/243-lb-ft AC, 518 hp, 485 lb-ft comb BATTERY CAPACITY 90 kW-hr 75 kW-hr 75 kW-hr TRANSMISSION 1-speed automatic 1-speed automatic 1-speed automatic CURB WEIGHT 4,800 lb (mfr) 4,650 (mfr) 5,300 lb (mfr) WHEELBASE 117.7 in 116.5 in 116.7 in L X W X H 184.3 x 74.6 x 61.3 in 196.0 x 77.3 x 56.5 in 198.3 x 81.5 x 66.3 in 0-60 MPH 4.5 sec (mfr est) 4.2 sec (mfr est) 4.9 sec (mfr est) EPA RANGE 240 mi (mfr est) 259 mi 238 mi ON SALE IN U.S. Fall 2018 Currently Currently

Jaguar I-Pace eTrophy: The Tradition Continues

Jaguar has a long motorsport tradition, highlighted most famously by notable victories at Le Mans but also wins in other forms of sports car and touring car racing, as well as road rallies. It even had a Formula 1 team.

The Jaguar I-Pace eTrophy takes that tradition in a new direction. The eTrophy has been developed for a one-make race series that will support the 2019 FIA Formula E championship. It will be an arrive-and-drive series, with competitors paying about $530,000 to show up and race fully prepared and maintained cars. Bend it, and they mend it—however, the price doesn’t include the cost of crash repairs.

The eTrophy cars are stripped-out and strengthened I-Paces. Removing most of the interior has reduced weight by 500 pounds despite the addition of a full roll cage that ties together the front structure and rear suspension. The suspension has been modified, using parts from the XE Project 8 sedan. The brakes have been replaced with AP Racing units with steel rotors and larger calipers.

The powertrain remains standard, as does the battery pack, but the control electronics developed by the engineering arm of the Williams F1 team are new. They will allow race engineers to tune brake regeneration and power and torque splits, plus pull power more aggressively from the battery.

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Daily News - Tuesday 8th March 2017

Right folks, our 040 news today takes us back to the Geneva Motorshow, let’s see what else the car companies have on the stages for our automotive enjoyment.

First up and looking amazing is a new name from an old favourite. Aston Martin has launched AMR – an exciting new brand that reflects Aston Martin’s racing pedigree. AMR takes technology and inspiration from motorsport to amplify the sporting prowess present across the Aston Martin range. With enhanced performance, sharper dynamics and more powerful design language, AMR takes Aston Martin’s road cars to new and exciting extremes.

Two AMR concepts have been unveiled in Geneva: The Rapide AMR and Vantage AMR Pro. The Rapide represents the lightest brush of AMR, the four-door sports car is treated to a tweaking of the engine, a fiddling with the chassis and an external and internal nip and tuck. The Rapide AMR has a rip-snorting 600PS version of the 6.0-litre naturally aspirated V12 breathing through a new quad exhaust system, it is the world’s fastest four-door, capable of 210MPH, stick that in you Panamera pipe and smoke it. The AMR’s signature Stirling Green with vibrant lime green accents and aggressive body mouldings is a personal taste thing, I reckon you’ll treat it like another British legend, Marmite, you’ll either love it or hate it.

The Vantage AMR Pro is obviously influenced by Aston Martin Racing’s V8 Vantage GTE and has the whole AMR works thrown at it, an uncompromising demonstration of AMR’s ‘Track to Tarmac’ philosophy whereby race technology is transferred to road cars. The Vantage AMR Pro is an extreme, track-only expression of performance and the ultimate iteration of the Vantage. Powered by a 507PS development of Aston Martin Racing’s GT4 race engine, the Vantage AMR Pro is the most powerful V8 Vantage ever. Once again painted in Stirling Green with lime green accents, the Vantage AMR Pro not only takes its colour scheme from Aston Martin Racing’s V8 Vantage GTE racer, but uses the same bonnet and rear wing as the World Endurance Championship winner.

Both the Vantage AMR Pro and Rapide AMR will be going into production: the Vantage in an extremely limited series of no more than 7 cars; the Rapide as a run of only 210 cars. In fact by the time you read this, they may well have already sold them all…

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And at the other end of the motoring world, Suzuki has unveiled it’s third generation Swift. Arriving in the UK from June the supermini as you would expect has a range of super efficient engines and all the latest on-board gadgetry, surprisingly it is only coming as a five door, at least initially. It has a permanently surprised look at the front as the headlights seem too far apart next to the cut off snout and Joker-esque grin of the front bumper. The back end still retains a familiar Swift look about it, with the thick C pillars gaining some black trim to give the now necessary floating roof effect. It has however been on a considerable diet, the new car tipping the scales at 890kg (SZ3 model) - 120kg lighter overall for the whole car than the previous Swift.

The Swift does have a smart trick up it’s sleeve though, the SHVS mild hybrid system is a compact and lightweight system that incorporates an Integrated Starter Generator (known as ISG) which acts as both a generator and starter motor, the ISG is belt driven and assists the engine during vehicle take off and acceleration and also generates electricity through regenerative braking. You can also get the Swift with Suzuki’s ALLGRIP ‘AUTO’ four-wheel drive system as an option on the SZ5 model with 1.2-litre engine. First introduced in the previous generation Swift in 2014 this is a well proven and simple fully automatic and permanent four-wheel drive layout which transfers additional torque to the rear wheels when required via a viscous coupling.

Hyundai have been busy little bunnies with all sorts of new stuffy littering their stage. First up the FE Fuel Cell concept gives an idea of the Hydrogen powered Next Generation fuel cell vehicle to be launched in 2018. The FE Fuel Cell Concept’s flowing form is inspired by nature and water – the car’s only emission – with the clean and calm design emphasizing its non-polluting nature. Across the car, form follows function to deliver a minimalist style. Exemplifying this approach, the FE Concept features a dramatic and stylish rear air foil and integrated vents that provide aerodynamic efficiency through intelligent engineering. The new concept car is designed to run (not walk) 500 miles between refueling, acknowledging the current limited hydrogen infrastructure. Elements of the FE Fuel Cell Concept will influence an SUV Fuel Cell model set for launch in 2018, which will feature advanced ‘Hyundai Smart Sense’ driver assistance technologies, alongside an extensive hydrogen-powered range

More in the here and now is the newest i30 Tourer adding versatility in the existing model range. The i30 Tourer’s sleek design does not compromise boot space: with 602 litres of space and 1,650 litres with the seats folded, it has one of the biggest boots in the segment, not counting the additional storage space beneath the boot floor with several compartments. It comes with all the spec that we have known to expect from Hyundai by now.

Combining the best of both worlds: the IONIQ Plug-in Hybrid joins the Hyundai line-up this summer. The IONIQ Plug-in Hybrid combines the new 1.6 GDI four-cylinder direct-injection petrol engine with a 45 kW (61 PS) electric motor powered by a 8.9 kWh lithium-ion polymer battery to enable an electric driving range up to 40 miles (63 km) while reducing CO2 emissions to 26 g/km* and fuel consumption to 1.1 l/100 km* (NEDC combined cycle).

ŠKODA have turned up to the show with a couple of new shiny playthings, but for today we will look at new Octavia vRS 245. For a long time, the poor man’s VW Golf, the flagship vRS will put that thought finally to rest. This is now the Golf for people who need a bit more leg room, a Golf Limousine if you will, but don’t want to go up a class to the Passat, or go higher into the SV or Touran. The vRS has all the VAG underpinnings including electronically regulated VAQ limited-slip differential and a fettled 2.0 TSI petrol engine under its bonnet, pushing out 245bhp (180-kW) through a 6-speed manual gearbox or a 7-speed, dual-clutch transmission.

The 245 has been dropped 15mm from the standard Octavia and rides around on burnished gloss-black 19 inch alloys. The new front end has a wider radiator grille and acres of black honeycomb surrounded in gloss-black trim. There are adaptive LED lighting setups for the front and the fog lights, tail lights and number plate illumination also feature LED technology. The sports exhaust lets one of your other senses know this is not a regular Octavia thanks to the slightly snortier sound, it’s not a full on Barry White rumble, but it’s definitely a Tom Jones. Inside the Octavia is kitted out with leather sports seats and a multifunction sports leather steering wheel with perforated leather and integrated steering wheel paddles (for DSG transmissions). There are some who would say Golf GTi beater, I wouldn’t go that far, but now an equal? Maybe, just maybe…

Plenty more to come tomorrow, DS have some new stuff being unveiled and I’ll give you my thoughts on Hybrid AMG Mercedes that isn’t an F1 car and Audi’s RS5.

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