#opens his mouth voluntarily and keeps it open until ur tongue is against his

[jesuistrestriste]

art donaldson whimpers into ur mouth when u guys makeout ! ! ! ! !

[eurusholmmes]

adore|| p.d.

Requested by Anon 

Prompt:  omg babe can you do “a hoarse whisper ‘kiss me’ then licks their lips and says ‘please’” with poe?? i love you and ur writing so much!! x

He’s your best friend. 

Best friend. 

But in that moment of awakening when you open your eyes to the sterile white walls of the Resistance Infirmary, your fingers subconsciously reach over and gently card through a mass of raven curls limply hanging at your bedside. Poe Dameron sleeps with his hand wrapped loosely around your calf, almost as if it’s to reassure himself that you were still there. 

He’s not your best friend anymore. He’s the one. The one who will stay awake at your side just to fight your demons away. The one who will risk his own life to ensure that you keep breathing. The same man who never ceases to make you laugh even when you’re crying so hard that you can’t breathe. 

He’s Poe Dameron, and by God, do you love him. 

  “Y/n?” He murmurs lowly, sending shivers down your spine at how incredibly sexy he sounds when he’s waking up. You slowly turn your head and greet him with the most genuine smile you can manage, and your heart soars when his eyes light up at the sight of you. “Oh, thank the Maker! I thought-” 

  “That I was dead?” You whispered. Your question is confirmed when Poe ducks his head to his chest with his eyes averting your gaze, shame clearly visible in his expression. “Poe.. look at me.” Pale fingers crawl out from beneath the thick blanket tucked around your lower half as you grip his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes. Your y/e/c irises softened as you recognized the flicker of desperation passing through his own dark eyes. 

  “I-” He swallowed thickly as his chair inched closer to your bed. If there weren’t a thousand nurses and doctors running around, he’d probably be hovering over you at that point. “I nearly lost you, y/n. I nearly lost you and you did it voluntarily. You nearly died for me-” 

Your heart rate skyrocketed until you felt it in your throat when you pressed your fingers against the curve of his lips. “And if I had to, I’d do it again because I adore you.” Your nurse scurried by at that point  and caught sight of the proximity between you and the pilot, grinning eagerly as she hurried to shut the curtains that surrounded your bed and disappeared from sight. 

In that moment of pure silence, your y/e/c eyes solely lock on Poe as an multitude of emotions pass over him. Anger, relief, happiness, joy, the purest kind of love any man can feel for the woman of his dreams. Here you two were - pressed against one another in the confines of your home - safe. You were alive and you were safe and you were confessing how much you adored him. 

  “Poe?” You whispered hoarsely, fingers tugging on the lapels of his oak leather jacket as he slowly moved to hover over you, careful not to aggravate any of your injuries. When several minutes had passed by of no words spoken from his mouth, you automatically assumed that Poe didn’t feel the same way you did, and it tore you apart to think you’d spent all this time secretly admiring him only to not have your feelings be reciprocated. “Poe.. Kiss me.”   Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as his eyes fell to your mouth. “Please.” 

It’s hard to pick a word to describe that moment - because the next thing you know, Poe Dameron has captured your lips in the most searing kiss you ever experienced, hands firmly placed on either side of your hips as his toes dig into the mattress. You half expected it to be messy to begin with - A clashing of tongues and teeth and tender touches as he fights to take control of this kiss. This kiss that entirely rocks your world because it means that not only do you adore him, 

He adores you too.