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Serendipity (Poe Dameron x Original Female Character) Chapter III: Jawas, sand and a worried pilot

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The planet D'Qar, Outer Rim, 34 ABY

Poe hadn't seen her at breakfast. Most of his time in the cafeteria on D'Qar had been spent looking for the black haired young woman, expecting her to walk through the archway but that never happened. However, he had assumed she simply liked to sleep in or maybe she just hadn't been hungry. After all, they had shared a very late meal the night before.

So he went on with his day and spent the morning doing some minor repairs on his X-Wing, trying to distract himself from his still missing droid. It worked well, even though he sometimes caught his thoughts drifting towards BeeBee-Ate, missing his distracting chirps.

When he still hadn't seen her at noon, his feet automatically carried him to her room. Poe found no shame in admitting to himself that he missed her company. Sure, he had his squadron colleagues, yet Sora's presence felt incredibly calming and comfortable. He could feel there was a deep friendship blossoming between them and he wanted to water it.

He patiently knocked on her door, balancing his body on his heels. Surely she had to be awake by now.

But there were no noises indicating anyone's presence behind the door. Drawing his brows together in confusion, Poe tried his luck again, only to be disappointed once more. Where had she gone to?

Of course, he could have just patiently waited for Sora to show herself somewhen during the day. Maybe she was just relaxing somewhere quiet on the base. D'Qar was safe, so there was nothing to worry about at all.

Except he was Poe Dameron and patience was not his strong suit. Which is why minutes later, he was checking the hangars, scanning the small crowds for her face. He would recognize her soft, pale features and her strong, determined eyes even from a distant, especially if she kept her long, black waves open. Yeah, he would definitely notice her anywhere, he thought. Especially if she was wearing those tight trousers and leather jacket again. No need to dwell on that now though.

And he did see said dark blue leather jacket. Only not where he wanted to see it.

The pilot found it draped on top of some crates in what they called the supply hangar. Picking it up, his gaze wandered through the space around him, searching for its new owner. But Sora was nowhere to be seen. He even called out to her and received no answer. And then he noticed the lack of spaceship in the hangar.

That's when worry began to seep into the pit of his stomach. What if she had left? Decided that she didn't like staying here, not even until her friend was back?

But Poe knew that despite her past as a smuggler, she wouldn't have stolen one of their ships. Although they hadn't known each other for long, he was fully convinced that was not who she was. Distrustful. A thief.

There was only one person who could provide him with an answer. Brain working on overdrive, he practically ran into the conference room, knowing that he would meet Leia there. Sure enough, the general locked eyes with him, pausing her talk with admiral Ackbar. Something on the pilot's face caused her to excuse herself from the admiral, ushering him and a few others out of the room until it was only the two of them left.

"Poe, what can I do for you?" Her eyes briefly skipped towards the familiar jacket he carried in his hands and her lips pulled into a knowing smile.

"Do you know where she is?" There was no need to mention the name. He knew Leia understood who he was talking about.

The general knew in order to make Poe understand why Sora was off on a mission with her team, she had to tell him everything she knew about the smuggler. Turning on a hologram, Leia switched through a menu to open a file. The picture of a man and a woman he briefly remembered seeing a couple of times appeared before their eyes. He couldn't remember their names. They hadn't really spoken anything more than a couple of polite greetings with each other. And he didn't understand how they related to the matter at hand.

"When Sora told me how she had ended up on Jakku, the story sounded very familiar," Leia admitted, skipping through the files until a report about an incident on Atrisia came up. "It took me a while till I remembered where I had heard it before. Two years ago, a former stormtrooper named Revan and his female companion Nyra Kess asked to join us. They were on the run from the First Order."

Poe still had no clue how the information was connected to the woman he was looking for, so he only nodded impatiently, motioning for Leia to continue. Where was this going?

"A few years after he had defected, Revan was caught in a small town on Atrisia. Thus, he became a prisoner waiting for his execution. Nyra had hired Sora to save him but the First Order arrived there at the same time as she did. She managed to free him but was badly wounded in the process. Revan and Sora's crewmate left thinking she was dead. Which, as you know, is not true, thanks to a brave unknown stormtrooper. Now, imagine their surprise when they saw each other again this morning."

Surprise and shock overcame Poe. Sora hadn't gone into detail when she had told him about herself. She had only mentioned that a mission had failed but not that the First Order had been involved and that they were the ones who had nearly killed her. How had things gotten so complicated so quickly?

However, she had willingly given up her life to save another. She was more suited for the Resistance than she likely thought.

"Still, that doesn't explain why she is nowhere to be seen now," Poe found himself saying.

Leia turned off the hologram, clasping her hands behind her back. "Revan and Nyra have been working as smugglers for us ever since they joined, using her ship."

Suddenly, the pieces began to fit together, forming a completed puzzle inside his head. Of course. It made so much sense. And he was happy for her. Happy that she had found part of her old life again through the Resistance.

And, most importantly, that she would stay.

Noticing the look of realization on his face, Leia smiled. "She will be a great leader to them and an even better addition for the Resistance as a whole. We need new repair parts for the X-Wings as soon as possible. We will need more supplies, weapons and other goods in the future as well. I don't think there is anyone more suited for the job than Team Phoenix."

Instinctively, he clutched her jacket a little tighter. Of course he agreed with Leia but not all of his worries had vanished. "And where exactly did you send them to?"

*****

The planet Tatooine, Outer Rim, 34 ABY

"We can still turn back, you know? Act like the Jawas went extinct and their stuff had already been scavenged. Or maybe we could come up with a story about how they tried to kill us but we bravely fought them off and-"

"Would you just shut up already, Revan?" Nyra gritted her teeth, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "They aren't even that bad. I'd rather deal with hundreds of Jawas than with you right now."

"Excuse me? I'm a joy to be around."

"Only on special occasions."

"I'll remember that the next time you feel lonely at night again."

"Okay, that's enough," Sora intervened, done with the bickering duo. Whatever their relationship status was, they needed to get it together. At least as long as they were on a mission. "Just let me do the talking and we'll be fine."

She could already feel the sweat on her back, caused by the two blazing suns on the horizon. Sand whirled around their feet at the trio crossed the small distance between the Phoenix and the sand crawler. It hadn't been hard to track one down from the sky, the big brown vehicle easily spotted with the ships sensors. Maybe they'd be lucky and wouldn't even have to visit Tatooine's bigger settlements.

At the sight of the three humans, a horde of tiny Jawas wearing brown, hooded robes approached them eagerly, more than a dozen pairs of orange glowing eyes peering up at them.

The Jawa trade talk was one of the few languages Sora understood. She had dealt with the species many times in the past, so the skill had naturally developed over time.

Nodding her head in greeting, Sora stepped to the front of their crew. "We've heard you have some spare ship components. Power compensators, plasma phase coils, shilo pins. What do you want for them?"

Jawas spoke incredibly fast but she managed to catch every important word, translating it to Revan and Nyra. "They said we need to bring them two horns of a canyon krayt dragon. They won't accept anything else."

"See, I told you this was a bad idea. They're just trying to get us killed," Revan insisted, ignoring the offended sounds coming from the Jawas and the shushing noises Nyra was making.

Sora didn't like the deal either. Three people against a canyon krayt dragon didn't sound like they had high chances of winning. But they really didn't have a choice. Those ship parts were hard to get without paying high sums of credits, something the Resistance didn't have.

"It's a deal."

"You can't be serious? Kriff, you're actually serious." Groaning, Revan ran a hand through his hair, glaring at her. It only took seconds for the look to soften. "For the Resistance, right?"

Thankful that he understood why she had accepted and why this was important, she nodded. "Exactly."

"Alright, let's catch a dragon then." Excitement was audible in Nyra's voice. Clearly, she was happy about their upcoming adventure.

Sora couldn't deny she was craving the adrenaline as well. Scavenging had been anything but exciting. Moreover, she was quite confident in their skills.

Locating the dangerous animal hadn't been hard at all, thanks to the hints the Jawas had given them. All they had to do was fly to the next settlement.

Parking the spacecraft behind a dune a little further away from the small village, the trio emerged from the hull of the ship and crouched on top of the dune. They carefully peeked over the sand, immediately seeing the terrifying creature. Although the predatory reptile was smaller than other species of dragons, it was still significantly larger than humans. Its light brown skin camouflaged it well out here in the desert. Multiple horns of various sizes were on its head as well as down the length of the back. Rows of razor sharp teeth were only waiting to bite into their next prey.

There was a tail of destruction in the middle of the small village. Screams echoed through the air as humans and other species alike ran from the dragon, desperately trying to seek shelter inside their homes. Or what was left of them.

"How the heck are we gonna kill this beast?" Sora asked, worriedly watching the creature's every movement. The people down there were utterly defenseless, so they had to act fast. But the more she combed her brain for a reasonable answer, the more clueless she felt. No weapon on the Phoenix was big enough to do any serious damage.

"We can't risk shooting it with the ship's laser cannons," Nyra voiced her observations. "Not with how fast and unpredictable it's moving. We could accidentally kill someone."

"Agreed. You don't happen to have stored some explosives whilst I was gone?"

"Unfortunately not," Revan replied. Slowly, his lips pulled into a knowing grin. "But I do have a trap strong enough to stun this thing."

Not daring to question where he had gotten the unusual and likely expensive weapon from, Sora hummed appreciatively. "That's a good start. Could have mentioned it sooner, actually."

As it turned out, the weapon cupboard of the Phoenix had been expanded considerably, all thanks to Revan. Staring at various types of weapons she had never seen before, Sora worried she might pick one up and accidentally cause the ship to explode. "Kriff, where did you find all of these?"

"I raided the First Order's weaponry and hid them somewhere safe before I deserted." He was undeniably proud of himself. For good reason, she supposed. Rummaging through the deadly items, he picked up four strange looking devices. They were small but heavy cubes made out of some kind of metal. Overall, they didn't look like weapons. "We place them in a square around the dragon, set it off remotely and watch the magic happen."

Sora was a bit sceptic about it. Even if these things did manage to trap the creature, they would still need to kill it afterwards. Oh well, better think about that when they had actually made it that far.

Taking two of the small devices, she quickly stuffed them in the newly tied holster around her waist. "We need to act quick. Take care of yourself but get this done. Let's spread out."

Motivation speeches weren't really her strong suit but her team didn't look like they needed one anyways. As determined as her, they took one cube each, shared a nod and vanished somewhere into town.

Sora felt her pulse race in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, she watched the dragon draw dangerously closer towards a small hut in which four children were hiding. No.

She sprinted through the sand as fast as possible. The menacing creature opened its large mouth wide to let out a deafening roar that vibrated through her bones. Her breath hitched as its teeth sunk into the roof, ripping it off easily. Terrified screams sounded from within and through the windows, she could see the scared kids holding onto each other tightly. Kriff, she had to distract the dragon. One more bite and the children would be gone.

She was right behind the beast now. Putting two fingers into her mouth, Sora whistled loudly. "Hey big guy! Over here!" At the sound of her voice, it turned its head towards her, large eyes narrowing at the small human who dared to interrupt it from getting its meal.

"Leave them alone!" Sora took the chance and whipped out her blaster, firing a single expert shot into its right eye. The dragon flinched, turning around fully with a loud pained roar. She had to duck under its tail, the sharp horns whipping past her much too close to her liking.

It jammed one foot onto the ground and she had just a millisecond to stumble back or she would have become one with the ground underneath them. "Revan, Nyra, you need to hurry and place those traps. I could use a little help here," she yelled into the com link.

"Already done. Give us a second!"

Firing her blaster randomly at every part of its body, Sora dogged dozens of sharp teeth multiple times, dancing around the dragon. She had to keep it where it was or else the traps would be useless. Still inside the hut which entrance was being guarded by the smuggler, the children watched the scene with wide eyes, each of them holding their breaths.

Claws wrapped around her faster than she had anticipated. Her blaster fell from her hands which were currently being painfully pressed against her body. Her lungs burned as her feet dangled in the air. Sora was sure she heard at least one of her ribs cracking. Pained moans left her lips but wiggling her body only made it worse, so she held still.

"Drop her now, you ugly thing!"

An explosion ripped through the dragon's side and it roared loudly. Sora could see Revan standing a good distance away, another tiny round bomb in his hand reflecting the suns. "Took you long enough," she uttered.

Now very angry at the man who had caused a small wound on its hard skin, the creature threw Sora's body against one of the huts carelessly. The impact was painfully hard, knocking the breath out of her. For a hot minute, the young woman felt like her back had been snapped in two but then her head hit the surface and she blinked in and out of unconsciousness. The noises from the fight around her faded into nothing as everything became a blurry, distorted version of reality.

Dank ferrik, she really had to train again. Her body wasn't used to this type of exercise anymore. Groaning, Sora dragged her body upwards using the wall as a crutch. The noises around her become louder again, but everything felt and sounded like she was underwater. Every breath she took was a painful stab in her chest, her likely broken ribs aching. She pushed the pain away for now and held her head, stumbling forwards as her sight slowly returned.

Nyra and Revan were keeping the dragon busy, using any type of weapon they carried on their bodies. Blaster shots rang through the air, doing next to no damage at all. Nyra's gaze locked with hers and the older woman grimaced at the sight of her. "Kriff Sora, stay back!"

But she couldn't. There were two traps waiting to be set. For their survival. For the survival of the villagers. And for the Resistance. It was an easy job if she would just snap out of it.

So she did. Sora gathered herself and straightened her back, ignoring the pain in every part of her upper body. The first few steps she took were still unsure but then she was running again. The adrenaline was doing its job again.

Nyra saw her and pointed a finger to a spot a few meters ahead of Sora. "Place one there and the other in a direct line on your other side. That should form a square," she screamed, simultaneously making sure the dragon kept its attention on her and Revan.

Sora listened without hesitation. She practically threw the devise to its place on the ground, instantly moving back into the other direction. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Revan getting hit by the dragon's tail, throwing his body several feet through the air.

"Oh you'll pay for that," Nyra yelled angrily, detaching what looked like a pen from her holster. With a klick against a tiny button two long blades extended from both sides, turning the pen into a spear. With a snarl, she ran at the creature and watched it open its mouth in anticipation, expecting to catch her body between the two rows of teeth. But she stopped abruptly and threw the sharp weapon with all of her strength into its mouth. The dragon let out loud sounds of protest, whipping his head around in every direction to get rid of the weapon impaled into its throat.

Sora placed the last trap down and looked towards Revan, who was being assisted back onto his feet by Nyra. She had run towards him straight after her vengeful attack. "Do it now!"

The pair stumbled back as much as they could before Revan finally pushed a button on his wristband. Just as the spear fell from the dragon's mouth, thick blue glowing strings shot out of the traps, forming a square around the dragon. They wrapped around the defenseless beast like a fishing net, shooting bolts of electricity against it.

The trio watched it wither in pain for a good while, but neither of them felt guilty for the torture they were causing it. All around them, curious heads peeked out from behind doors, warily eyeing the scene. They were still too scared to leave their shelter but Sora was more than fine with it. Less eyes on them meant less gossip spreading around and the Resistance certainly didn't need that.

With a final roar, the dragon crumbled to the ground. It wasn't dead yet, only unconscious judging by the slow rise and fall of its chest.

"So, how do we kill it?" Revan's arm was still wrapped around Nyra's shoulder but Sora could see that he was fine now and didn't actually need her help anymore. Neither of the two seemed to care about it though, both pointedly ignoring the obvious.

"Don't worry about that." Carefully wiggling out of Revan's grip, Nyra went to retrieve her spear. It looked almost weightless in her hands as she approached the unconscious creature. Having felt Sora's curious eyes on the weapon, she turned and winked at her. "Beskar. Don't ask how I've got my hands on it. But this will surely pierce right through thick dragon skin and bones."

Kriff, Sora was just a tiny bit jealous. Mandalorian steel was rare and usually almost impossible to obtain for non-Mandalorians. However Nyra had managed to get it, it had to have been hard. She was definitely impressed. And she would ask again in the future.

Nyra let her eyes wander over the dragon in front of her, one hand stemmed against her hip. "Now, do you guys know where the heart of this thing is or do we just take a wild guess?"

*****

"I'm gonna shower first!" Revan shouted, sprinting straight towards the refresher.

Sora made sure to activate the autopilot once the Phoenix had entered hyperspace, the telltale bright blue colours surrounding them. The ship parts they had gotten in exchange for the dragons's horns were safely secured in the storage department.

"Ever heard the phrase 'Ladies first'?" Nyra yelled back from the seat beside the smuggler, rolling her eyes. "What a gentlemen." Huffing, she turned towards Sora, the annoyance visible on her face switching to concern. "Hey, you took quite a hit. Are you okay?"

"Just a few broken ribs. I'm fine." An obvious lie. Sora was sitting as straight and still as possible, trying not to move too much. Breathing alone put a strain on her ribs, pain radiating through her body with every inhale and exhale. It didn't help that her head felt like an AT-AT was trampling on it. But she'd been through worse and would make it through this just fine. The injuries were a natural byproduct of her job.

Of course Nyra saw right through her. "You're not fooling anyone. The Resistance is a bit tight on medical supplies at the moment, so we don't have any bacta on board. Just hang in there Sora, okay?"

This was not an injury to waste bacta on anyways. Her ribs would heal on their own and with a bit of rest, her concussion would be gone in a couple of days anyways. "Really, I'm fine. Trust me, a blaster shot straight through your abdomen is way worse than this."

Nyra laughed. "True. Hey, you can shower next. You reek of dragon blood." Wrinkling her nose, she sniffed the air and made a disgusted face.

"Like you smell any better."

"Yeah, but the longer I can annoy Revan with the stench, the better."

"You two are like kids when you're together," Sora chimed in, stating the obvious with a small smile. "Don't know how long I can stand sharing the same ship with you before I'll want to yeet myself into space."

"You'll get used to it, I promise."

"Unlikely."

The cockpit was engulfed in silence, the two women processing what had happened during the last hours. Despite her injuries, Sora couldn't help but be happy. The thrill of fighting a dragon on a mission had been missed dearly. Finally, excitement was present again in her life. However, killing any kind of creature never felt right, even such a deadly one. But they had saved lives, that was all that mattered.

"So, how does it feel to be back again? You know, up here," Nyra asked after a while, fingers picking at the dried blood on her arms with a disgusted expression.

"Good." Sora nodded, lips pulled into a tender smile. "Awesome actually. This is basically all I've ever known. It's like living again."

The older woman next to her hummed, warm brown eyes locking with Sora's. "You know, I never had the chance to truly thank you for saving him. If I had known everything would escalate the way it did, I wouldn't have asked you to do it. But you did it nonetheless. So, thank you, Sora. For giving up everything and bringing him back to me. He's all I have left." Tears gathered in her eyes and a single one managed to escape, slowly traveling down her left cheek. Nyra gently laid her calloused hand on top Sora's. "I don't know what I would do without him. I...I..."

"You love him," Sora whispered, seeing past the hesitation.

"I love him," Nyra admitted lowly. She took a deep breath, wiping the lone tear with the back of her free hand. "Kriff, I love that man. I do. But...It's...You know, it's..."

"It's complicated," Sora finished the sentence once again. The headstrong woman before her suddenly appeared tiny. Clearly, there was a deeper story behind the mystery that were Revan and Nyra. Between the former stormtrooper and the...Well, she wasn't actually sure who Nyra Kess really was. Back when her and Elijah had accepted the job offer, they hadn't shared any life stories. She had proved she had enough credits to pay and that was all that mattered.

But it was different now and Sora wanted to get to know her new crewmates better. If they wanted to become a team, it was actually necessary. "That's what Revan told me as well. It's pretty obvious you like each other though. So why not make it official?"

Nyra sighed and leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes. "I still feel so guilty and I'm not sure that'll ever change."

Sora furrowed her brows, not quite understanding what she meant. "Guilty? For what?"

"Revan, he...he was part of the group raiding our Settlement on Corellia. The First Order was newly on the rise, so we had underestimated their danger. They vastly outnumbered us, so we surrendered to save ourselves. Each day, they wanted more and more resources. One day, my brother had enough. Him and some other villagers formed an elaborate plan against them. But they were betrayed by one of their own. The First Order slaughtered all of them except for my brother. They captured and tortured him for weeks. Injured him to the point of near death, only to heal him with bacta and start all over. It was a game for them. Entertainment."

Nyra stayed strong, refusing to shed any more tears. Sora was thankful for she wouldn't know how to console her anyways. It was a sad story but she had never been particularly good with reassuring words. So she simply let her talk.

"Revan couldn't keep on watching. So he tried to help my brother escape. It didn't work. He managed to give him enough time to write me one last letter. A goodbye. Then my brother begged him to end his life for good. He couldn't endure any more suffering. Revan ended his pain and then helped me leave Corellia. He's been on the run from the First Order ever since. We spent some time together on Pasaana but Revan couldn't stay on any planet for long. He left before the First Order could find him and therefore me as well. I put my hacking skills to use and became part of some underground group of criminals. We'd steal all sorts of valuable data from those associated with the First Order and travelled from planet to planet to avoid detection. It's what filled my pockets so well. And it's also how I got to know that Revan had been captured on Atrisia. I wanted to help him like he had helped my brother. It was just my luck you that you and I crossed paths. And well, you know the rest of the story."

Sora didn't know what to say. It was a lot to take in but some things were beginning to make sense. "And you'd feel guilty to be happy with him because he used to be part of the same people that tortured your brother, right?"

Nyra smiled sadly. "Right."

"But Revan proved he is nothing like them. In the end, your brother trusted him. I don't think he'd mind Revan to be your happiness." It was all Sora could offer. Nyra had to come to terms with it herself. She knew it would likely take some time but she had faith that the older woman would put her desires first in the end.

"Maybe," Nyra mumbled, staring into the endless blue surrounding them. Sora could feel that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Loud screeching caught their attention and the two women turned their seats around at the noise. Revan entered the cockpit, sporting a pair of fresh clothes. He was rubbing his wet hair with a towel, singing a song Sora had never heard. His vocals were so off-key that she wanted to cover her ears to escape the horrible noises.

"Please, stop it," she whined instead. "You sound like a screaming Jawa." Nyra laughed at that.

Revan gasped loudly, putting a hand on his chest. "I do not."

"Nah, Sora's right. Throw on a brown robe and you'd fit right in."

"Why do I feel like you two have already formed an alliance against me."

"Because we have." The two women answered at the same time.

Revan's gaze wandered between them. "You're going to be the death of me. I just know it."

Plopping down in a free seat, he put his hands behind his head, smirking at them. "By the way, I may or may not have used up the last warm water. Guess you have to wait for it to fill up again. Oops."

"The game's on, Revan," Nyra said and held up a hand, not having to wait long for Sora to give her a high five. "Better sleep with your eyes open all the time."

Sora laughed, at ease with the situation. She almost forgot they were about to land at the base of the Resistance very soon. Where she was a part of a galactic war now. Where Rey and Elijah were still gone somewhere. But also where more exciting missions were waiting for her. Where Poe was likely already waiting for her to tell him all about their mission on Tatooine. She was sure Leia had already filled the curious pilot in about her new job for the Resistance.

The ship rattled out of hyperspace softly and the green planet appeared behind the windows in front of them.

"And we're back," Sora announced, readying their freighter for landing. "Activating communication. Team Phoenix approaching, permission to land."

The line stayed silent for a couple of seconds before an unfamiliar female voice responded. "Permission granted. Welcome back."

Sora landed the Phoenix gently, maneuvering it safely back into its hangar. Once the engine was shut down, Revan leaped out of his seat. To everyone's surprise, he went to her, offering her a hand. "You look like you need a crutch. Use me however you like." He smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Sora eyed his hand with raised brows and a small smile. "However I like, huh? I think the Phoenix needs some cleaning. So much dried dragon blood in her storage. Grab a sponge and get to work then. Oh, and unload our goods before that."

Revan's smile fell instantly. Nyra chuckled and he glared at her. "Fine, captain. You two better clean up yourself before some of the Resistance members decide to flee because of the smell."

Sora got to her feet, swallowing a pained groan at the ache in her ribs. She had to grip the back of her seat for support until the stars in her vision vanished again. Nyra followed suit, keeping close to her as the two left the ship. Their arms were pressed together. It was her way of supporting Sora without making it too obvious. Nyra would be ready in case Sora did need a crutch after all.

Only a minute later, it turned out she needed someone to hold her hair instead. Emptying the contents of her stomach into a couple of bushes hadn't been on her agenda but she was thankful that the grounds seemed to be void of any people. They had arrived in the middle of the night and the planet of D'Qar was engulfed in darkness once again.

Behind her, Nyra kept a tight hold on her hair, stroking her back gently with her free hand. "I'm not a doctor but I'm pretty sure you have a concussion as well."

Wiping her mouth with her already dirty shirt, Sora grimaced before she turned towards the other woman. "I agree," she admitted, her eyes moving past Nyra as she noticed something unusual. "All of the X-Wings are gone." Poe's X-Wing was gone.

"What?" Nyra asked, furrowing her eyebrows in question. She followed Sora's gaze. "You're right. Maybe they're on a mission. C'mon, let's ask someone on our way to the infirmary. Don't give me that look. You will get a check-up, maybe even some bacta. We need you healthy and with full strength."

There was no escaping Nyra's determination, so Sora had no choice but to be dragged along. It did worry her a bit that they didn't cross paths with anyone. This didn't feel like a normal mission. Something must have happened while their team had been on Tatooine.

Entering the infirmary, they were greeted by a friendly looking woman in her fifties. Her dark shoulder length hair was streaked with grey and there were wrinkles around her gentle smile. "I'm Doctor Harter Kalonia. You must be our newest member Sora Park. Please, sit down and let me take a look at you."

The smuggler offered her an appreciative smile in return and followed her demand.

"Hey, do you mind if I go ahead and get cleaned up? I really need that shower," Nyra asked.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll be fine on my own. Goodnight, Nyra." Sora replied without hesitation and waved her off.

"Thanks. And goodnight. Take care." Waving at her one last time, Nyra hurried back through the doors, leaving Sora alone with the female doctor.

She leaned back on the infirmary bed and let doctor Kalonia do her work. Cold fingers pressed against her ribcage, causing her to groan in pain.

"You've got three broken ribs. I can apply some bacta spray to help the process but it will still take a couple of days for them to heal completely."

Sora hummed. "Aren't you low on medical supplies? I don't want to waste anything on non-life threatening injuries."

Doctor Kalonia laughed softly. "Bacta is indeed an expensive resource for us but the Resistance needs all of its members working on full strength. Without bacta, you won't be able to move properly for weeks. We can't have that."

It made sense, Sora couldn't deny that. "Guess Team Phoenix will have to stock up our supply soon then."

"That would be indeed very helpful. You should propose that idea to Leia, although I doubt she'd allow you to steal it. Now, please follow the flashlight with your eyes."

Sora did as she was told, wincing at the brightness and the headache that flared up instantly. "Not if we steal it from the First Order."

"I suppose not," Doctor Kalonia said, turning off the tiny flashlight. "And a concussion as well. The bacta will heal that within a day or two."

Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor as she walked towards a cabinet filled with medical supplies. Sora waited patiently whilst the doctor applied the bacta spray, the cold liquid numbing most of the pain almost instantly. "Where is everyone?" She finally asked.

"Takodana. Not long after your departure, we received word that a certain droid and his brave new friends were in need of our help. The pilots and general Leia left immediately."

Sora sat up quickly, wincing when the fast movement caused the pain to worsen again. "BeeBee-Ate and Rey have been found? Are they okay? What happened?"

"Easy now," Doctor Kalonia said, putting her hands on Sora's shoulders. "There was a fight against the First Order. We know that BeeBee-Ate and the other members are already on their way back. As far as we know, there have been no casualties."

So Rey was safe, right? She had to be. And Poe too.

A weight fell off her shoulders. Albeit, she was a bit sad she had missed an opportunity to kick some stormtroopers asses. But she also remembered that it was better if they thought her to be dead.

Sora thanked Doctor Kalonia before she made her way back to her room. The bacta made it easier to move. However, it had also made her incredibly sleepy. She all but stumbled into her tiny refresher and quickly scrubbed off the dried blood in the shower. The hot water further eased her pain, so putting on some shirt to sleep in was relatively easy. Once done, she made sure to brush her teeth thoroughly and fell right into bed afterwards. The smuggler was sleeping like a stone not even a second later.

*****

Poe was smiling from ear to ear. His day had been very eventful. The adrenaline from the fight against the First Order on Takodana was still running through his system. Nothing beat flying. Except for flying and eliminating the galaxy's enemies in the process.

Next to him, Beebee-Ate was happily chirping. Poe was especially delighted to have his little droid by his side again. Flying without him hadn't been the same. And with him, they were now in possession of one half of a map that would lead them to Luke Skywalker. Unfortunately, that meant they had to look for the other half now, with no clue where to start.

The pilot hadn't expected to see Finn again. Without a doubt, it had been the biggest surprise when the ex-stormtrooper had walked out of the Millennium Falcon. He was still very much thankful that Finn had saved his life and he saw much potential in him.

Poe had left him with Leia who was eager to have a little chat with him. Which meant the pilot finally had time do what had been nagging him ever since he had landed.

His feet had carried him towards Sora's room as if on autopilot, her leather jacket tightly clutched in his hands. He had made sure to take it from his room on the way. She'd need it back. She'd probably question we had taken it in the first place. And Poe was not sure he could provide an answer.

When no one had answered his knocking and the room behind the door stayed deathly silent, he opted to check the Phoenix next. Maybe her and her crew were still working on it. After all, the only information he had gotten from communication tower had been that Team Phoenix had arrived just before they had. It was likely that they were still unloading their cargo.

Poe stumbled, barely managing to not fall on his face. "Careful, buddy," he scolded his droid who had bumped into his calf and was now frantically rolling past him. "Hey, I'm just as excited to see her like you. Wait for me!"

BeeBee-Ate beeped happily. I bet she wants to see me more though.

"Now, don't get ahead of yourself. Sora and I are friends. She barely knows you."

I slept in her house. What did you do, huh?

With an offended scoff, Poe hurried after his droid. "I'll have you know that we were roomies as well. Wanna make a bet about who she missed more, buddy?

BeeBee-Ate agreed instantly, chirping determinedly. It sounded way too self-assured for Poe. If I win, I get to stay with her for a whole week.

"A week?! C'mon, I need your help with my X-Wing. You'd let me do all the work alone?"

Yes.

Poe grumbled unhappily. "Okay. But if I win, which I will by the way, you'll clean my room."

Deal.

The pilot knew he didn't have to worry about losing anyways. Sora had barely spent time with his droid, why should she miss BeeBee-Ate more than him? Yeah, he'd win this bet easily.

Once the Phoenix appeared before them, BeeBee-Ate didn't waste any time and barreled right up the open ramp, Poe following him at a slower pace. Voices echoed through the ship.

"I'm telling you, cold water alone won't get rid of dried blood. You need to scrub it with chemicals."

"And I'm telling you cold water and salt is all you need. Did you never have to clean up a murder scene?"

"No. No, I didn't."

"Well, then stay quiet and let the expert do it."

"Fine, I'll leave you to it then. Don't mind me watching though. I wanna see you fail."

"Can't wait to hear you admit you were wrong, sweetheart."

Poe was slightly worried now. Murder. Blood. That didn't sound good at all. Still, he followed the voices which lead him straight into the ship's storage department. Two heads turned towards him and the small droid by his side instantly. He'd seen them before in the cafeteria and then just this morning as holograms in Leia's office. But he had never actually talked to them. Nyra and Revan were their names, he thought, hoping he remembered correctly.

The latter was crouched on the ground, a bloodied rag in his hands. He watched the pilot standing before him curiously, folding his arms across his chest. "And what might you be doing here?"

Poe's gaze wandered from him towards the woman sitting on a crate. She leaned casually against the wall behind her, swinging her legs back and forth. She only waved at him which he acknowledged with a simple nod.

"Poe Dameron. I'm looking for Sora. Is she here?" He couldn't stop his eyes from searching the room.

Something Revan noticed. And of course he knew who Poe Dameron was. A very handsome pilot, basically the Resistance's own superstar. Quite sure of his talents too, maybe a bit too much. There was a thin line between arrogance and confidence.

But most importantly, the ex-stormtrooper knew he had been the one to accompany Sora to the base.

He shared a knowing look with Nyra, forming a silent plan with her. They were experts at communicating without words, probably better than with them actually- No, definitely.

Quickly trying to look as solemn as possible, he gripped the rag tighter, fixing his gaze on the bloodied fabric. "Sora, she's...she's still in the infirmary. A dragon's grip is very tight, you know. They have sharp claws too. We hadn't seen it coming and the next thing we knew, she went flying."

Poe felt his heart sink all the way to the hard ground. No, it couldn't be. Numbly, he blinked at the dirty rag and all of the dried, deep red blood on the ground. A Dragon. Blood. So much blood. Hers? Claws. Infirmary.

His thoughts were all over the place, his brain imagining a deeply hurt Sora laying in a bacta tank, various tubes connected to her fragile body. What the kriff had happened on Tatooine?

Poe didn't respond. He turned around and basically sprinted towards the infirmary, heart practically bursting out of his chest. BeeBee-Ate was hot on his trail, keeping up with his pace easily.

He didn't hear the little giggle which left Revan's mouth. "Oh, he's whipped."

"Was this really necessary?" Nyra asked, raising her brows in question.

"He needs a little push. Trust me, I know how a man's brain works."

"You talk as if you actually have one."

The infirmary doors were nearly thrown out of their hinges as the pilot and his small companion entered the room. Doctor Kalonia flinched in surprise, dropping the supplies she was sorting into a cabinet. "Mister Dameron, what are you doing here? Do you require medical attention?"

Poe didn't even look at her, his eyes kept checking every corner around them. "Sora. Where is she?"

The female doctor was confused, watching him carefully. "I sent her to her room to rest. She'll be out of it for a while, I'm sure. Why do you..." But the pilot was already gone again. BeeBee-Ate beeped a small apology before he too vanished.

Running through the empty corridors, Poe and the astromech arrived in front of Sora's room in the blink of an eye. At least they knew she was not laying in a bacta tank. It was something at least, but it didn't calm his anxiety in any way.

BeeBee-Ate stuck out a tiny wired arm and knocked it against the door repeatedly. Ever the impatient man everyone knew he was, Poe rattled his knuckles against the steel door, not really caring about waking up the whole dorm. "Sora? Open up please."

He needed to see her himself. Needed to make sure she wasn't half dead. It's what friends did, he told himself.

The pilot had to wait a whole minute, an actual kriffing minute, until a very groggy Sora finally opened the door. Indeed, it looked like she had just risen from the dead, her black hair still slightly damp but tangled everywhere. Her skin was even paler than usual and he could spot some bruises on her arms and her face. She wore nothing but a lilac oversized shirt that went to her mid thighs. The colour felt slightly unnatural to her but suited her incredibly well nonetheless.

Poe didn't care about any of that at the moment. Gently pushing her back into the room, he invited himself inside, hearing the door close behind him and BeeBee-Ate who was beeping a full on rant continuously, like a mother-hen. Her leather jacket fell to the ground next to them.

"Poe? You're back," Sora whispered, eyes blinking against the dull pain in her head.

"Tell me you're okay, princess." Very softly to avoid hurting her, he laid his hands on her shoulders, locking his desperate eyes with her sleepy ones.

"I..." She was confused, that much was obvious. His sudden appearance had likely overwhelmed her. Still, he wasn't sorry for his behavior, for his worry. "I'm fine, Poe. Just a couple broken ribs and a concussion. Nothing bacta can't heal."

Her voice was a gentle whisper in his ears, toning down his concerns. Poe exhaled deeply, pulling Sora into his arms, careful not to crush her. One hand tangled in her hair, he rested her head above his heart, putting his chin atop of it. His other hand caressed her back slowly, using it as a method to calm himself down.

Sora was stiff as a board at first, the affectionate gesture catching her off guard. Listening to his heartbeat seemed to loosen her and she relaxed against his warm body, wrapping her arms around his middle.

Poe couldn't help but further lean into the hug. She felt so good in his arms, so warm and natural. His heart skipped a beat and in that moment, he knew he wanted this to be more than a friendship. Maybe this wasn't exactly the perfect timing but in this galaxy, the time would never be right. He just hoped that with time, she would feel the same. Maybe for once in his life, he would be patient.

"Broken ribs and a concussion isn't what I'd call nothing. Your crew nearly sent me into cardiac arrest when they told me what happened."

"Revan is an idiot. Don't take him too serious next time," Sora mumbled against his shirt. Her eyes were closed again and her breath even. Poe could see she was already halfway asleep again.

"Did everything work out on Takodana?"

Poe's hand lingered on her back, no longer caressing it. It came to him then that he still had to break the heartbreaking news to her. That her friend Rey had been captured by Kylo Ren.

That could wait until tomorrow though, he decided. Sora needed to rest first. "I'll explain everything tomorrow. But, you can see for yourself." Loosening his hold just a bit, he nodded his head towards the still beeping droid who was knocking his round body into Poe's leg over and over again, desperately wanting to be acknowledged. "Ouch, buddy. Stop it."

BeeBee-Ate's presence finally registered in Sora's mind and she practically shoved Poe off her, now totally awake again. She crouched down as best as she could without disturbing her ribs. "BeeBee-Ate!" She exclaimed happily, caressing his little dome head. "It's so good to see you again. Are you alright?"

The droid chirped excitedly, spinning around in circles. He spoke so fast that Sora had a hard time catching everything. "Yes, I missed you too. Very much. You look good too, thank you."

It was as if the pilot didn't exist anymore. The two totally ignored him, so invested into their chat that they didn't feel the need to include him. "Of course I missed you more than this guy here. You're not even half as annoying as he is. Also, I could really use your help with the Phoenix. There are some things that need to be adjusted but my team and I can't do it alone. Thank you, you're so kind."

Poe couldn't help but glare at his droid. Especially as Sora gave him a quick hug and BeeBee-Ate dared to send him a smug thumbs up behind her back, using his expendable wired arm. I won the bet, it clearly said. The pilot rolled his eyes in annoyance, yet an affectionate smile threatened to appear on his lips. He liked that his droid and Sora got along so well.

When she released a tired yawn, guilt suddenly overcame him. He shouldn't have woken her up. Yet, he didn't regret it.

"You should get back to bed." He gently guided her towards her bed, giving her shoulder a little squeeze. She understood and laid back, grimacing at the pain surging through her upper body. Poe wanted to make it disappear but he knew the bacta would eventually do its job and she'd be back running around in a couple of days.

"Please tell me the dragon had it worse than you?" He whispered and sat down next to her, pulling the blanket up to her neck.

Sora chuckled lowly. "It's dead."

"Good." He watched her drift off, head lolling to the side. "Goodnight, Sora." Raising one hand, he let it travel through her hair, pulling it out of her face so it wouldn't bother her in her sleep.

As quietly as possible him and BeeBee-Ate went to leave the room. He made sure to pick up her jacket and hung it on the small wardrobe, not forgetting to switch off the lights on their way out.

*****

Sora woke up to soft knocking against her door. Once again. This time, it was much easier to sit up. The pain in her head had dulled down to a very bearable headache and she was sure that by the end of the day, it would be gone completely. Her ribs still ached with every movement but breathing was much easier now. All in all, there was nothing binding her to the bed.

Stretching her limbs as best as she could, she opened the door and was surprised to be greeted by BeeBee-Ate. Ah, so her encounter with the droid and a certain pilot hadn't been a dream after all. Somehow, that thought caused her to blush and she wanted to slap it off her face instantly.

"Good morning BeeBee-Ate. What brings you to me?"

The droid chirped excitedly and proudly told her about the bet he had won. Sora chuckled at the revelation, shaking her head in endearment. "I'm glad to have you all for myself for a whole week too, buddy. We're gonna have so much fun together. You don't mind me rubbing it in Poe's face, do you?"

Not at all.

"Great. Let me get dressed and then we can grab something to eat. I'm starving. Maybe we can meet Rey there. Maker knows she needs to try the buffet here. She'll love it." She left the droid waiting in her bedroom, brushing her teeth and putting on new clothes in the refresher.

BeeBee-Ate beeped sadly and explained what had happened on Takodana, causing Sora to quickly throw on a loose, slightly cropped white sweatshirt and a pair of black cargo pants. She left her hair down, brushing through the black waves and deeming it just fine that way. "What do you mean Rey is not here?" She asked, walking back into the room to look at the droid. Worry was beginning to seep into her thoughts.

More sad beeps followed. This time, they had Sora cursing in languages she didn't even know she was capable of speaking. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pinched her forehead. "So Kylo Ren is gonna use his stupid mind tricks to torture the map out of her? Great. Just great. We can never get a break, can't we? Well, guess we just have to kidnap her back then, don't we?"

BeeBee-Ate was concerned now. "No, nothing can stop me from trying, not even Leia. We'll find her and we'll get her back. Hey, you better not tell Poe about this, okay? I have a feeling he would definitely find a way to stop me."

The droid was hesitant to agree but knew she was right. Given his reaction last night, he'd probably lock her into her room if she dared to suggest sneaking onto a First Order ship with her tiny crew of three. And she highly doubted Leia would green-light a big mission to save one person from the tight clutches of non other than Kylo Ren, a powerful Jedi under the protection of Snoke and thousands of stormtroopers. Besides, with the second half of the map to Luke Skywalker missing, the Resistance had other things to worry about.

But she wouldn't let Kylo Ren touch a single strand of hair on her friend's head. Under no circumstances.

"C'mon, we'll discuss this with Nyra and Revan after breakfast," she said, quickly tying the laces of her black boots. "I need a cup of caf first. Or maybe two or three. Hey, what's my jacket doing here?" She was sure she had left it in the hangar before they had taken off.

BeeBee-Ate innocently declared he had no idea either. Which simultaneously told her everything she needed to know. That Poe had brought it to her room. In her head, she imagined him finding it in an empty hangar. And because she already knew how curious and impatient he was, he had likely gone straight to Leia to get answers.

Really, Poe was quite predictable when it didn't concern flying.

Sora raised her eyebrows at the astromech. "You're a bad liar." And apologetic beeping was his answer.

The two of them made their way through the corridors, seeing lots of people she had never seen before. They greeted her with friendly smiles and she gave her best to return most of them. The cafeteria was just beginning to fill with people slowly as her and BeeBee-Ate made their way to the buffet. It was still early in the morning. Filling her tray with more delicacies than she could probably stomach, she grabbed a big mug of caf as well.

"Sora! Over here!" Shouting caused her to turn around, eyes wandering all over the room until they landed on a frantically waving Revan. Him and Nyra were occupying a table in one of the corners, their own trays filled to the brim.

"Good morning," she mumbled and plopped down on a free chair in front of them.

"Morning," Nyra returned, stuffing some fruits into her mouth. "How are you feeling?"

Sora waved her off, taking a sip from the hot beverage in her mug. "Way better. Give me one or two more days and I can slay another dragon."

"That's the spirit." Revan leaned back, plopping grapes into his mouth. "The Phoenix is shining again. No blood left anywhere." He winked at her. "Tell me, did you have a visitor last night? Soft curly hair, abs to die for and the flirtiest smile of the Resistance?"

The smuggler narrowed her eyes at him. "What did you tell him? He seemed like he thought I was on the brink of death."

Revan shrugged his shoulders, grinning smugly. "I might have exaggerated the truth a tiny bit. Honestly, can't really remember though. It's been a while."

"Sure. Anyways, this little guy here will help us this week. BeeBee-Ate, those are Nyra and Revan." Pointing at BeeBee-Ate who chirped happily in return and quickly explained why he was with them, she drank more caf, already feeling the effects. This was exactly what she had needed to sharpen her senses. The perfect base to form a plan on how to get Rey back.

"An apprentice? Nice," Nyra said, smiling at the droid. "Don't worry, after this week, you'd never even want to go back to that pilot of yours." Gaze locking on something behind Sora, she perked up and wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. "Isn't that right?"

Sora felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder before the empty chair next to her was pulled back. She knew who it was without looking, yet she couldn't help but sneak a look at him. The smile sent her way was returned but when Poe kept his gaze locked on her, she caught herself angling her body towards his, so it was easier to look at him whilst filling her stomach.

"I was wondering where my droid was when I woke up. Guess he was eager to see you." The pilot glared at BeeBee-Ate but it was obviously fake. "Tell you what buddy, I'm not gonna miss you one bit the next seven days. I promise you that. So no need to act so smug."

Liar.

Sora chuckled, silently agreeing with the astromech. "I don't mind sharing custody. You can visit anytime you want." Kriff, did she really just say that? She wanted to cringe badly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Revan smirking at her, clearly enjoying where this was going. She just knew what kind of jokes where going through his head and she hoped he would keep them to himself.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't.

"Talking about children already? Tell us, what did you do all alone in her room?"

She felt heat spreading across her cheeks and scolded herself for it. But the way Poe looked at her told her he thankfully wouldn't take Revan's bait. Instead, he spread his arm on the back of her chair, laying a calming hand against the top of her back. Now, a different kind of warmth tingled in her body. "What friends do is check up on each other. Which is all I did, mate."

"Good. That means we can accept you as her 'friend', Poe Dameron." Revan had turned serious and that was all it took for Sora to understand what he was really hinting at. He was looking out for her.

It was unusual, especially coming from him. She realized they had already grown much closer than she had anticipated. Normally, it would have been Elijah acting like a big brother. But things had turned out differently and now it seemed like Revan was trying to fill that role. Did he feel obligated to do it? Or had everything that had happened to them really caused a tight bond to form in such a short amount of time?

She found herself leaning more towards the latter. It was nice to have close friends. Smart even. And rare. As a smuggler, she had always only had Elijah, and later only Rey. Never more than one friend at a time. This was definitely a good change.

"Hey Sora, not to alarm you or anything, but there is this guy staring at you," Nyra brought her back to the present. She was looking at someone behind Sora with narrowed eyes. "Like, really staring, I'm saying totally gobsmacked. It's like he's seeing a ghost."

Curious, Revan's gaze followed the direction Nyra's finger was pointing at. Both Poe and Sora turned around as well, wanting to see who she was talking about.

Sure enough, as Sora locked eyes with a tall brown-skinned young man who was indeed staring at her like she was a ghost, the tray in his hands fell to the ground with a loud clatter. The noise instantly killed any conversation inside the cafeteria as all eyes went towards the scene.

"You're alright, Finn?" Poe asked, looking at the tall handsome man he called his friend in concern.

Ah, so that was the stormtrooper who had helped Poe escape from the First Order. The one the pilot had been shouting for when she found him in the desert on Jakku. Meaning he was also the man who had fled the planet with Rey and the Millennium Falcon. Sora was glad to see he was alive and well.

Finn stayed as still as a statue, his eyes never leaving hers. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, he beat her to it, lips stretching into a relieved smile. And what he said did nothing but confuse her even more.

"You're alive. I can't believe it, you're alive."

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f1a1w1n · 2 years ago

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No, you don't

Part four of: No you don't

Summary: Poe finds out you have the force. Angst, a little dramatic chapter ngl. This fic is a slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers fic. In this part reader finds Rey and Poe tries to hide his amazement of the reader. Reader has the force.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Authors note: Sorry I haven't updated this fic in a while, I've been in hospital and just had surgery, and on top of that recovering from the flu 😭. If its not as good as the others I'm sorry but I am still vry sick and my writers block is going nowhere. Anyway thank you for reading, liking and leaving comments, they mean the world to me and I love reading them so much!

“Come on, help me,” I drag one of the stormtroopers by the collar “don’t just stand there!”

Finn and the alien jolt from their shock and help drag the other two stormtroopers. Poe stands with his mouth agape and his eyebrows raised.

We dump the stormtroopers behind the crate wall.

“Come in trooper R9-0087,” a staticy voice says from the stormtroopers belt.

“Shit, what do we do?” I say.

I look at them. Their shocked expressions make them look like goldfish. “Guys?!”

“Uh- we uh…” Finn tries.

“Trooper R9-0087, come in,”

I look at them expectantly. The alien shrugs his shoulders.

“Is everything alright R9-0087?” the voice pauses “do you want me to send backup? Are troopers R4-0074 and R5-0067 alive?

We glance down at the stormtroopers at our feet.

“Sending backup-”

“Wait! Troopers, R9-0087, R4-0074 and R5-0067 are alive… radio cut out” Poe says frantically.

“-alright cancelling backup.”

I let out a heavy sigh. My stomach stops doing loops. I look up at Poe, his face still struck with shock.

“You-” Poe points his finger at me.

“-later, we’ll talk about it later,” I slap his finger out of my face.

He resets his face into an infuriated one.

“Yeah we’ll talk about it. I-” he points his other finger at me “that was dangerous and stupid. And it put the whole mission at risk.” He clenches his jaw and squares his shoulders. His once starstruck expression gone.“Why didn’t you tell us that you’re a Jedi?”

“You didn’t need to know,”

Anger rises in his face. “You don’t think that the rebels might of benifitted from knowing that there was more than one Jedi?”

“I’m not going around trying to get myself killed!” I speak louder.

“That’s so selfish!” he yells. “You abandoned the rebelion! The one thing the opposes the sith, the Jedi’s enemy- you would let so many people die so you could-”

“The Jedi order is dead!” I yell. I can feel the shock bouncing around the room but my eyes stay on Poe. “It’s dead. And theres nothing I can do about it, so don’t stand there and tell me what I’ve done wrong because there is absolutely nothing I can do,”

The shuttle is ghost-quiet. No one dares to break the silence. I feel like I want to sink away back to Jakuu but I stand my ground. I take a deep breath to wash the emotion from my face.

“It’s dead.” I repeat. “I’ve already grieved about it, and accepted it so why don’t you put on your big boy pants and accept it so we can do what we came here to do.” I turn around to gather my thoughts.

There's a pause.

“I thought the Jedi where supposed to be braver,” Poe says quietly.

I whip around. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me.” Poe tilts his head up slightly so that his eyes look down on me. “You’re a coward.”

Before I can register what I’ve done, my hand slaps across his face with a sharp crack.

He steps back and puts a hand to where I slapped him. His eyes wide. Anger grows in his face. He steps forward to me.

Finn's hand pushes Poe by his chest. “Guys, remember what we’re here for.”

Poe lets out a anger ridden laugh and runs his hand across his jawline while smiling wolfishly.

“Go drink some water,” Finn points to Poe and then the cockpit. Poe rolls his head to the side. Finn points again and Poe slumps down in the cockpit, a faint angry smile on his lips.

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Fin turns to me. “What were you thinking?- also very cool your a Jedi- but what were you thinking?!”

I kneel down and take start to strip the stormtrooper of his armor, leaving the black under clothes. “I’m not a Jedi,” I sigh. “I was almost one then the Empire decided to kill my mothe- my Jedi master.” I correct myself.

“Oh. But you still can be one right?” Finn asks.

“Yeah I just need to finish the training,” I take off the helmet of the stromtrooper. Finn gets an idea of what I’m doing and kneels next to me and helps with the next trooper.

“You know he’s a commander right?” Finn says.

“Yeah, I know.” I rip of a chest plate.

“Then, what, where, you, thinking?”

“I don’t know” I sigh. “He was being a dick,”

“Yeah he was wasn’t he?” Finn agrees.

I smile.

“... do you have a lightsaber?” He asks, boyishly.

“Yes I do-”

“-What are you doing?” Poe interupts. He leans on the doorway.

“Do you think we can just walk through there and find Rey, unnoticed?” I quip.

A sense of realisation washes over his face. “So we’re wearing that?” he points to the disheveld piles of armor.

“Yes” I turn around and roll my eyes.

Poe turns and talks to the alien. “Yeah you will have to stay with the ship- no I don’t think we can cut a hole for your tail- I’m sorry- yeah sure,”

He turns to us. My back still facing him. “Borg will stay with the ship.”

Finn helps us put on our armor adjusting it in odd places. “Alright, how does that feel?”

I wiggle in the armor. “Weird, it smells to,”

“Yeah, it does doesn’t it,” Finn shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Poe says, putting his helmet on. He presses the button to open the door.

We jog out. Sometimes Poe would cut in front of me and then Finn would overtake. We march uncoordinatedly.

Finn grabs our arms and pushes into a empty hallway. “Guys! Your going to get us killed!” Finn says as he takes of his helmet.

“Why?” I ask.

“Stormtroopers don’t overtake and elbow eachother.” Finn gestures between Poe and I.

I roll my eyes. “He’s running in zig-zags.” I feel his glare on me.

“No. You’re running like a drunk person.” Poe spits.

“Stop it!” Finn whisper-shouts. “I will walk infront and you guys walk behind me. Organised” Finn draws out the last word.

I nod and put on my helmet. We march behind Finn robotically for ages until we stop in another empty hallway. We take of our helmets, our hair disheveled. “I have no idea where she is,” Finn confesses.

“Ugh!” I thump my head against the cold metal wall.

“I’m sorry!” Finn says. “Look I was a janitor, okay? I don’t know anything about prisoners!”

Poe crouches down and rolls his helmet side to side with the tips of his fingers. “Leia was right. We shouldn’t of gone this soon without intel,”

“And then what? Leave Rey?” Finn argues.

Poe stands up. “Whatever I don’t feel like getting slapped again.”

I felt shame wash over me. I turned away to hide my guilt. How am I going to find you Rey? I think… The force? A little voice in the back of my mind says. Of course! How could I be so stupid?

I dump my helmet down and sit croslegged. “Cover me,” I say before closing my eyes. I can feel their confusion, and from my closed eyes I can almost see Poe rolling his eyes at me. I ought to slap him again.

I take a deep breath, I feel the force. I can feel how resistant and unfamiliar the force is to my presence, it’s almost saying ‘what are you doing here? Oh it’s you again. Long time no see’. I feel my self floating slightly of off the cold floor. I reach out through the force, its cold like ice-ocean water. I feel the unbalance in the force, I’m reaching out through sharp static, until I feel something warm, comforting, familiar. Its Rey.

I open my eyes and fall back on the floor with a thump. “I know where she is.” I stand up, greeted with again goldfish-like expressions. “Guys”

“Right, uh- okay show us where,” Finn says. He puts his helmet on.

I faintly hear Poe cough ‘show off’. I roll my eyes. I run around hallways, chasing Reys presence, we run around for a while nodding to other soldiers that march pass. We’re running down a hallway when I see Rey pop out from a intersecting hallway, I run to her.

“Stop!” she raises her hand towards me. Her face glistens with sweat and her face is painted with fear.

I take off my helmet. “Rey!” I say. Her face molds into relief and she drops her arm. We run to eachother and I tackle her with a hug. I break away and hold her face in my hands, looking for injury.

“I- you-” she tries to say.

“It’s okay.” I say. She smiles and wraps her arms around me again.

“Rey!” Rey lets go and hugs Finn.

“As sweet as this is we have to go!” Poe says and drags Finn away from Rey. I grab her arm and let Finn guide us back to the shuttle.

We burst into the ship hangar just to greeted by Kylo Ren and what looked like a hundred stormtroopers.

“Shit,” Poe says. We step back. I can see our shuttle, it sits at the other end of the hangar. “What do we do?”

“Rey, join me,” Kylo Ren says through his helmet. His hand outstretched. “I sense the unbalance in you Rey, our destinies are intertwined.”

Kylo Ren turns his gaze towards me in a way that makes me feel vulnerable, naked.

Rey steps forward.

“Rey no-” I begin. She holds up her hand.

“Ah,” Kylo Ren turns to me. “I sense the force in you- the turmoil.”

Rey turns. “Run.”

Finn and Poe bolt for the shuttle. “Come on what are you doing?!”

Rey stands still in front of Kylo Ren, unwavering. “What are you doing?” I yell.

“Go!” Rey yells. I run forward and grab her arm.

“No you idiot, I’m not leaving you!”

Stormtroopers begin to march forward. “Rey join me!” Kylo Ren yells.

“Go!” Rey pushes me.

The stormtroopers open fire, sending waves of red light at us. I dive behind a ship and fire back before snapping my body behind the ship to avoid their shots. I look back at Rey, who walks towards Kylo Ren calmly. “What are you doing?” I yell. She doesn’t respond. I dive behind another ship making my way towards the shuttle. Suddenly a group of three stormtroopers jump out from the ship. I shoot one and he falls down with a clunk. I dodge the other stormtroopers' shots and I kick their guns out of their hands. One kicks me in the stomach and I topple over. They take turns kicking me, their hard white boots bludgeoning me. Suddenly I push force energy away from me. I see the stormtroopers fly back hitting the linoleum floor. I feel someone grip my shoulders.

“Come on, let's go!”

I look up. It’s him, his hair is dishevelled and his brown eyes search my face frantically, looking for some response. He puts his hand on the side of my face and for a moment I think he’s going to slap me. Instead he just places his hand on the side of my cheek and gently says. “Come on, let’s go.”

Poe pulls me to my feet and pulls me towards the shuttle by his hand. I let him tug me around stormtroopers and dodge blaster shots. We duck behind a ship. “The shuttle is right there,” Poe says.

I clutch my side. “What about Rey?”

“Finn went to get her,” Poe answers, looking at the shuttle. “Damn it, stormtroopers,”

I look at where Poe is. Five stormtroopers stand guard at the shuttle entrance. “I’ll distract them and you go around and sneak on.”

I nod. We crouch as we sneak our way towards the shuttle. “Go that way.” Poe says.

Poe stands up and reveals himself. “Hey fellas!” He walks towards them. They stiffen and aim their blasters at Poe. “Whoa, chill,” Poe drops his blaster to the ground and holds his hands in the air. “We’re chill?”

“On your knees!” One of the stormtroopers yells.

“Look-” Poe starts.

“-now!” The stormtrooper motions to the ground with his gun.

“Okay okay,” Poe gets on his knees.

I sneak behind the stormtroopers. “Fellas, let’s not be brash,” Poe smirks.

“We’ve got 'em, the rebels.” the stormtrooper speaks into his radio. No response. “Hello?”

“Hello.” I respond before wacking a crate on his head. He topples down.

The stormtroopers turn their guns on me. Then Poe slides down snatches his blaster and shoots two of the troopers. The remaining two each face their blasters towards us, then two more stormtroopers come marching out of the shuttle, each carrying/dragging Borg the alien by his scaly arms.

“Drop your weapons!” The stormtrooper on the right of Borg yells.

Poe tries to up his ‘charm’. “Fellas-”

I reach thrust my arm out and the stormtroopers holding Borg fly backwards. The remaining stormtroopers unleash their blasters. I bawl my hand into a fist and the blaster shots stop mid air. I pause. I spin my hand around and shove the shots back towards the troopers.

My arm drops to my side.

“Wow, couldn’t of done that earlier?” Poe rolls his eyes. The expression on his face is a mix of irritation and utter annoyance, and if I had a mirror I guess my expression would look the same. He tore his hands through his dark curls. They looked so soft…

I let out a annoyed sigh, which ended up sounding more like a grunt.

From a distance I can see Rey and Finn sprinting, full speed towards us, screaming ‘go’.

I hop on my toes. “Come on let’s go!” I grab Poe’s arm and yank him towards the shuttle. “What are you doing? Go!”

“Aw you care about me sweetheart?” Poe jogs backwards towards the cockpit where Borg waits.

“All I care about is smacking the ugly of off your self-obsorbed face!”

He isn’t ugly I think.

Poe calls me some curse word in some alien language, which I’m sure was extremely vulgar judging by the look on Borgs face.

Stormtroopers march closely behind Rey and Finn. I close my eyes and send out a jolt of energy, exploding of the pipes underneath the stormtroopers feet, toppling them down in waves of pressurised steam. I can hear Kylo Ren yelling.

The shuttle lifts of the ground. I turn and jump onto the ramp. The shuttle is slowly lifting of off the ground. “Come on!” I yell waving my hand towards the shuttle. The shuttle is about a meter of the ground.

Rey jumps on first. I grab her arm to stablize her. “Finn, come on!” Finn jumps, he lands on the edge of the ramp swaying backand forth. I pull him forward.

The ramp closes. I can hear the hull of the shuttle being rained with blaster fire.

“Go!” I yell.

We shoot out into hyperspace. The flashing lights surrounding the windows.

Poe steps out of the cockpit. “God you’re in deep shit.”

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fic-rec-time · 9 months ago

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when the sun came up, I was looking at you

by suzukiblu

Star Wars/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 2,209

“Rey!” Finn calls, and Rey turns away from Leia to be confronted with a beaming Finn and Poe and an entire sack of space apples.

She blinks, and they hold the sack out to her.

“They’re your favorite, right?” Finn asks, his handsome face looking all hopeful.

“Yes,” Rey says, turning bright red.

This is just the sweetest, bestest, part-crack-no-angst thing ever.

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hackedbyawriter · 2 years ago

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4 whole masterpieces in one fandom (with probably way more that i need to read) no one is doing it like the FinnPoe ao3 tag (esp during post-TFA era, the fics were pure fucking gold)

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bluejaywuzhere · 3 months ago

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Park Mayhem

@flufftober Flufftober Day 1: Lost Pet Meet Cute

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The sun was high and bright and there was a cool breeze blowing, the latter of which Finn was incredibly grateful for as he carefully measured his breaths, jogging in time with everyone else in his troop. Left-right breath, left-right breath, left-right breath, left— something was disrupting the carefully ordered ranks, causing a ripple of faltering. Finn heard snatches of confusion and a muttered curse from a voice recognizable as Casey, three rows ahead of him. Finn briefly wondered what was going on, but brushed it off as a lost bug or something. Then, something fast, heavy, and ground-level rocketed between Gullet and Rocky and crashed into Finn’s legs.

The ‘trooper squawked, uselessly pinwheeled his arms, and went down hard. Finn groaned and spat grass, half-heartedly glaring at a yipping white-and-orange blob prancing about in front of him. Gullet laughed teasingly at him once he struggled back to his feet.

“Rough day for the underdog, huh?”

Finn groaned.

“I swear, your puns get worse and worse every time.” He grumbled playfully.

Rocky whacked Gullet’s shoulder and smiled sympathetically at Finn.

“Hey, man, it’s okay.” His smile turned into a mischievous little smirk and he nodded toward the little go prancing about a few feet away. “Every dog has its day.”

Finn rolled his eyes and flipped them both off, accompanied by cackling from the terrible two.

Captain Phasma gave an unintelligible order and everyone snapped back into rank, ready to continue their lap around the park. Gullet went ahead, but Rocky lingered for a moment, having noticed Finn’s lack of reaction.

“You coming, FN?” He asked.

Finn shook his head and waved on his troopmate.

“You go ahead, I’m going to try and find this little pup’s owner.” He said.

Rocky raised an eyebrow.

“The cap’n isn’t gonna be happy with you for skipping. Ya sure?” He asked cautioningly.

Finn, like everyone in his troop, had a healthy fear of getting on Phasma’s bad side, but he was still aching from his accidental collision with the ground, and the temptation of a break won out over the fear.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Save me a protein bar, would you?” Rocky waited a moment longer, presumably for Finn to change his mind, but eventually shrugged and jogged after their troop, tossing a quick “Your funeral, man,” over his shoulder as he left.

Finn watched him go, then turned his gaze to the little dog that had bowled him over. For some reason it hadn't run off and was instead sitting there, its leash lying limp in the ground. It looked as though it was smiling up at him, its mouth open and tongue lolling out happily. Finn put his hands on his hips and sighed.

“Well, what am I going to do with you?”

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Poe was having a great day. Just in the past three hours, he’d nearly crashed a plane during a test flight, the barista at his local coffee shop had taken too much time for Poe to spare as well as messing up his order, and his dog Beebee had decided to run off. He was having a very great day. Now he was metaphorically running late for a meeting and also running around the (very large) park in a very literal sense, calling for Beebee. Also, he was panicking about both things. And he’d missed a call from General Leia, whom he very much did not want to piss off. What a very very great day he was having. Coincidentally, he was also having a mild freakout, which he felt was incredibly justified.

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Finn picked up the leash and started walking aimlessly, scanning the surrounding area as he did so. No one seemed to be missing a dog… wait, no, someone with dark hair was running around on the other side of the park, looking panicked and shouting something. Finn decided that they would be a good place to start and started jogging. The dog, who had been calmly walking by his side, perked up when it noticed where they were running and decided to bolt. The leash ripped out of Finn’s hand and within a blink, the dog was scampering away. Finn groaned and ran after it, mentally chiding himself about getting involved.

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Poe heard a familiar bark and whirled around, knelt, and opened his arms, shouting joyfully as Beebee barreled into him.

“Oh, Bee, I was so worried about you! You know better than to run off like that, you’ve been a very bad doggy, yes you have!” He scolded, scratching her belly and under her chin. Beebee didn't look the slightest bit chastised, in fact, she was practically laughing at him. She was probably so pleased with herself, the sneaky little pupper.

Someone coughed, and Poe looked up, noticing for the first time a handsome, dark-skinned individual lingering awkwardly a few feet away.

“Hey! This your dog?” They asked, in a voice that was deep and rich and smooth and Poe’s brain got stuck on their voice as he started talking:

“Yup! Beebee Ayte-Dameron, Jack Russel terrier, and a professional pain in my ass. Were you the one who found her?” He asked, putting on a charming grin.

“More like she found me.” The handsome stranger chuckled wryly, and Poe noticed dirt stains on their knees and grass on their shirt.

“Or, well, more accurately, tackled me.” The handsome stranger met Poe’s gaze with soft brown eyes that Poe was very tempted to just sink into forever.

“I’m very sorry, she’s quite the tough pup.”

A quiet beep from Poe’s watch brought him crashing back down to the present. General Leia was going to kill him. He grabbed Beebee’s leash and rummaged around in his pocket for a scrap of paper and a pen, which he thankfully found, and scribbled down his phone number in messy, scrawly, still hopefully legible handwriting.

“Hey, man, I owe you one. Call me, I’ll treat you to coffee sometime! Not now though, if I don’t get going my general is going to legally murder me and hide my body in a dumpster. Thanks for finding my dog, and it was very nice to meet you!” Poe exclaimed, shoving the paper into the stranger’s hands. They smiled tentatively, looking up again with those brown eyes.

“Poe?”

Poe really liked the way they said his name.

“That’s me.”

The stranger’s smile widened.

“My name’s Finn.”

Poe grinned and started jogging away.

“Nice to meet you, Finn!”

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 1 year ago

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Summary: Finn sparks a revolution.

Author: @peradii

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substantial-exposure · 10 months ago

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-From the Desk of Phaedra Taraay -

The Tortured Sith'ari Department

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buffshipper8490 · 10 months ago

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Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

Emperor Palpatine makes Rey an offer to join the Sith on Exegol. Meanwhile, the Skywalker arrives on Coruscant to help Finn’s army of Coruscant citizens and rebelling stormtroopers to begin their attack on the First Order Capitol...

Excerpt

Rey stepped beneath a massive monolith that seemed to hover in the air. She startled a bit when the section of floor she stood on detached from the rest, began to descend. She looked around, alert to any sight or sound, but all was as silent as death. Then a rumble sounded, too distant to identify. The lift settled, and Rey stepped off. She raised her weapon, and its blue light snagged on huge stone faces, sparking with electricity. She knew, without knowing how she knew, that the statues commemorated Sith Lords who had come before. This place of evil must have been here for centuries, maybe millennia, for the air was heavy with the weight of time and dark secrets. Rey was suddenly aware that she was not alone. Figures scurried in the shadows, but she sensed no immediate threat from them, so she continued on. A few more steps took her past a dizzying array of lab equipment—monitors, tubes, some kind of tank, all empty and abandoned. Just like the planet’s surface, the floor here contained fissures, and light flashed deep down—Rey couldn’t tell how deep—as though Exegol’s entire crust had formed around a core of electricity. She came to a narrow stone corridor, and her gaze was pulled forward. A chill pimpled the flesh of her arms, because resting upon a dais was the shape from her visions. A chair with spikes curving up and around it, like a halo of giant thorns. The throne of the Sith. Rey found herself inexorably drawn to the throne, and stepped toward the dais. The rumble grew louder. The corridor broke open into an an amphitheater as big as a hollowed-out mountain, brimming with robed figures. There were thousands of them, faceless in the dark distance, but pulsing with zealotry. Religious disciples, awaiting the return of the Sith. The Sith Eternal. As she approached, the rumbling shifted and became a hiss, like an oversized serpent ready to strike. "Welcome to Exegol, young Rey..." came a voice from her nightmares, deep, resonant, and slow, as though he had all the time in the galaxy. Rey turned toward the dark voice. A robed figure materialized, suspended from strange machinery. Rey's grip on the lightsaber tightened when she saw his face. He was a ghastly sight, with red-rimmed eyes, his skin barely clinging to his skeletal form, the flesh disintegrating into oozing sores. One of his hands had even half rotted away. It was the Emperor. Darth Sidious. Palpatine, his spirit trapped in an artificial form, his power too devastating to contain. "I have been watching your journey for my Wayfinder with great interest..." he continued, the weight of his voice thundering in Rey's skull. "Perhaps I was mistaken in attempting for your life..." The ghoul was repulsive, but Rey's feet twitched toward him. She could not look away. There was something terrifyingly compelling about him. "You... are drawn to the throne... aren't you, child?" asked Palpatine like a kindly grandfather, gesturing over to the Sith throne. "The Dark Side calls to you... a fine Sith you would make..." She forced herself to sound strong, to back away from the Emperor. “I haven’t come to join the Sith. I've come to end them." Several figures stepped forward, draped in crimson, similar to Snoke’s Praetorian Guard, which she and Kylo had defeated together. Rey had a feeling these guards would prove more formidable adversaries. “As a Jedi?” the Emperor said, his voice oozing contempt like the sores on his skin. Rey snarled defiantly at him. "Yes!" “I sense your hatred... your anger. Qualities of a Sith," Palpatine smiled. Rey tried to deny it, but he saw right through her. It was written all over her face. "You want to kill me. That is what I want! Kill me and my spirit will pass into you, as all the Sith live in me. We will be one!" The cultists roared their approval...

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virtie333 · 6 months ago

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Trifecta

Well, hello! First of all, thank you to my regular readers who followed me over to this ship. Second, for those who don’t know me, I usually write for straight monogamous relationships, namely Damerey. But I’ve been wanting to sail on this ship for a long time, and finally got the guts to visit.

It must be noted that while Finn and Poe are in a committed sexual relationship at the beginning of this story, I myself do not know enough about gay sex to be comfortable writing it. Yet. Therefore, this first foray of mine will be focusing on Rey and what her boys can do for her. I may venture further into their relationship in the future.

As always, all sexual relations are consensual and loving!

Explicit Sexual Content, Polyamory (MMF), Oral Sex (both M and F receiving), P in V (all are on Star Wars version of birth control), Multiple Female Orgasms (It’s my party!), Creampie x 2, Way Too Many Emotions Just under 7k Words

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Rey was dozing as she sat on the floor, her back against the sofa, the holomovie that BB-8 was projecting in front of her nearing the end, when a soft sigh of pleasure jerked her awake. Grimacing slightly, she glanced over her shoulder at the two people cuddled on the sofa behind her, knowing what she would see. Finn sat with his head resting on Poe’s shoulder, a smirk on his face, as Poe sat with his eyes shut tight, his jaw slack, his breathing heavy. A blanket covered their laps, but Rey was pretty sure she knew what was going on underneath.

With a soft sigh of her own, she turned back to the movie. She wasn’t mad. How could she be mad? The two people she loved most in the galaxy had finally realized they loved each other and had settled into a committed, faithful relationship. They were still her best friends and still in her life, sharing an apartment just down the hall from her own. She was so very happy for them.

But there were still times they inadvertently made her feel so alone.

It wasn’t their fault. They did an amazing job of including her in everything they did, and they never made her feel like she wasn’t wanted. She was busy enough that they had plenty of private time without her, so when she was with them it always felt like the three of them were whole once more, as it had been during the war, when they first bonded with each other. But when it was late, and they were all tired, the two men tended to get handsy with each other, and while she knew they made an effort to not make her uncomfortable, she was far too attuned to the both of them to not notice what was going on.

The last few months since the war’s official end had been busy for all of them. Finn had set off with Lando Calrissian and Jannah to start looking for his birth family as soon as he was able. Rey had hated seeing him go. She had formed a strong attachment to the former stormtrooper, and had even thought there might be more than friendship once upon a time, but when Finn’s attention had turned to Rose, Rey had stopped thinking like that about him. Eventually, he and Rose’s relationship had turned into just friendship, but then the war had ended and he had headed off to seek his past. She supported him completely, but missed him while he was gone.

Fortunately, she still had Poe. When the newly formed Intergalactic Alliance had asked her to join their efforts as they tried to establish a new, peaceful government on Coruscant, she couldn’t help but say yes. Temporarily. When Poe had also accepted their request for his help, she had been overjoyed, knowing she wouldn’t be alone. And Poe had indeed stayed with her through it all, joking that he was protecting her from unscrupulous politicians and making sure she wasn’t taken advantage of. She knew it wasn’t a joke; he really did scare off anyone that even thought about using her for their own political goals. They acquired apartments next to each other and spent most of their free time together, already planning for the day when they could leave the newborn government and do what they really wanted. Poe wanted to start a flight school and Rey, of course, wanted to start training young Jedi. Poe knew the perfect planet for both schools.

The day they learned that Finn had found his home planet, and that both his parents and his two siblings had been killed years ago trying to defend him and other children from the First Order, they had both immediately taken leave and come to him. They brought him back with them to Coruscant, and without almost any discussion at all, he had moved in with Poe. Rey had been so happy to see the two of them finally settle together; it was inevitable, she had thought. They were meant for each other.

Just as she was meant to be alone.

Rey closed her eyes and tried to focus on the words and sounds coming from the movie. She tried to tell herself she wasn’t jealous. How could she be jealous? It’s not like she had ever had a physical, romantic relationship. Why should she miss something she had never had? But maybe… maybe that was her problem. Maybe she was just… horny. Maybe she should take a lover, someone to help her discover the intimacies of sex without the emotional attachment. Could she do that? Could she trust someone enough to become physical with them?

The credits began to roll and she opened her eyes. Now was her chance to escape. She yawned and stretched her arms up into the air. “I think I fell asleep,” she said. “Did I miss anything?”

“Naw,” Poe grumbled good naturedly. “It really wasn’t that good. We need to pick something better next time.”

“I told you,” Finn argued back. “We should have picked Beckett’s Last Stand. That one looked good!”

Rey looked back just in time to see Poe roll his eyes. She laughed, then pushed herself to her feet. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” she told them softly, her heart swelling with emotion as she looked at her boys, still cuddled together on the sofa. She really didn’t want to leave, but she knew she couldn’t stay. “Have a good night.” She turned toward the door.

“Rey?” Finn sat forward suddenly.

She looked at him, then at Poe, who was watching Finn with a furrowed brow. She looked back at Finn. “Yeah?”

Finn glanced at Poe, then he sat back, his expression almost sad. “Nothing. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Rey nodded and gave them a quick grin. Poe was looking at her again, his eyes huge in the dim light of the room. He almost looked… wistful.

She smiled again, turned, and left the apartment.

******

Tylan Montrose was on the same committee she and Poe sat on. He was tall, smart, funny, and very good looking. He was a few years older than Rey and had been a part of the Republic Navy when the Hosnian System had been destroyed. He had been visiting his family on Vernell when the cataclysm had happened, and he had stayed there to help protect his planet, but he had also been a part of the great force that had attacked Exegol, answering the call for help when it came. He and Poe had become good friends since their arrival on Coruscant, and he had shown a definite interest in Rey. When she had politely declined his offer to go out for caf, Poe, who had overheard, told her that she should have said yes. “He’s a good guy,” he had told her.

If Poe trusted him, then she could. Right?

So, she had found Tylan after their meeting and struck up a conversation with him. After a while, she had asked him to join her for dinner that night at the Rockani, one of her favorite restaurants. He had said yes without any hesitation, a huge smile on his face.

Rey had no clue what she was doing, but she must have been saying the right things that night, because when he saw her to her apartment after dinner and she asked him inside, there was once more no hesitation from him. Unfortunately, only minutes after he started kissing her, she knew it wasn’t going to go any further. She was uncomfortable and felt no desire whatsoever. When she pulled back, Tylan didn’t push forward.

“Too soon?” he had asked.

Laughing nervously, she nodded. “I guess.” She wasn’t sure she would ever be ready. Not with this man. Not with anybody.

He had left without any anger and Rey found herself sitting on the floor, her back to the front door, trying not to cry.

A knock sounded and she jumped. She had a bell. Only one person ever knocked.

Sighing, she stood and keyed the door to slide open. Poe stood on the other side, Finn right behind him. They both looked worried.

“He didn’t stay long,” Poe was saying. “Is everything okay?”

She huffed and turned to walk over to her sofa, sitting down on it heavily. “What? Are you guys spying on me?”

They followed her, and as they often did when they thought she needed comforting (they always knew when she needed comforting), they sat on either side of her, Poe on her left, Finn on her right.

“Of course not,” Finn was saying.

“We just knew you had a date with Tylan and were paying attention when he brought you home.” Poe was looking at her intently. “He… didn’t try anything you didn’t want, did he?”

Rey looked at him, giving him a smile with no humor in it. “Don’t you think you would have found him in two pieces on the floor if he had?”

He rolled his eyes and brought his arm up around her shoulders. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Just not your type, huh?” Finn asked, leaning into her.

She sighed, already more comfortable sandwiched between these two men than she had been with Tylan at any point during their date. “I’m not sure I have a type,” she said. “I just want…”

“What?” Finn whispered.

“Someone with a lightsaber as cool as yours?” Poe asked.

Rey laughed and turned to him. “There is no such person.”

Poe grinned. “True.” His smile faded and he looked past her at Finn. “But… there is us.”

Rey frowned at him, glanced at Finn, then back at Poe. “You?”

Poe nodded. “Yeah. Finn and I.”

Rey’s heart started to race. “I – I’m not sure what you mean?”

“We love you, Rey,” Finn said, bringing his face close to her. When she turned toward him, he brought his forehead in to touch hers.

“And I love you both, but…”

“But?”

“You have each other.”

“You don’t think we’re capable of loving you just as much as we love each other?”

“I… I didn’t think you looked at me that way.” Her voice sounded small. Hopeful.

“We always have,” Poe said softly. “We’ve been wanting to ask if you felt the same for a while. I knew you felt that way for Finn, I just…” he paused, glancing at Finn again, then looking back at her. “I just wasn’t sure you looked at me like that.”

Rey stared at him now, and she felt tears well up in her eyes. “I do,” she whispered. “I always have. Since the first day I met you.”

“I told you so,” Finn said, a smile on his face.

Poe shoved Finn slightly with the hand that was over Rey’s shoulder, then focused on her again. “Do you trust us, Rey?”

“Implicitly.”

He nodded. “Then let us take care of you.”

Rey felt a sudden tightness between her legs at his words, and she squeezed her thighs together, the shot of desire much stronger than anything she had ever felt before. She looked back and forth between the two of them, in awe of how they were both focused on her, looking at her the way she had only seen them look at each other before. Was it possible, she wondered? Was it true that she could really become a part of their bond in this way?

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, yes.”

They ended up at Poe and Finn’s apartment because Rey mentioned that their bed was much bigger than hers.

Rey couldn’t believe how excited she was as these two men she loved and trusted more than anyone led her into their shared bedroom. Once there, Finn wrapped his arms around her and began to gently nuzzle her cheek. “You’ll let us know if we do anything you don’t like, right?”

Rey nodded, suddenly afraid. What if she didn’t like any of it? She’d touched herself in the past, but it had always led to less than satisfying results. Maybe she couldn’t enjoy sex?

Finn moved his face closer to hers and she closed her eyes as his lips made contact. He was so gentle, and so careful, and she liked it. It wasn’t at all like the kisses she had just shared with Tylan. She wanted more.

She brought her arms up around his neck and opened her mouth, inviting more from him, and he responded by opening his own mouth and letting his tongue touch hers. She shivered, loving the sensation, and began tasting him in earnest. He moaned, his arms tightening around her middle. All too soon, he pulled back, looking behind her at Poe. She also looked over, a bit dazed, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the older man’s bare chest. He had removed his shirt while she and Finn had been kissing.

He looked at her, a question in his eyes, and Rey reached for him, anxious to touch him. To taste him next. He smiled and drew her into his arms as she ran her hands along his bare shoulders.

“Poe’s gonna lead us through this, okay?” Finn said quietly from behind her. Rey looked at him over her shoulder. “I didn’t have a whole lot of experience before he and I became lovers, and none of it was really great until him.”

Rey looked back at Poe. “I have no experience,” she whispered.

Poe smiled softly. “I think you’ll figure it out pretty quick,” he told her. He looked at Finn. “This is going to be all about Rey tonight, Finn. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely,” Finn responded without hesitation. “I can’t wait to see her come over and over and over…”

“Finn!” Rey giggled, feeling her face heat. She looked at Poe, suddenly nervous again. “What if I can’t?”

Poe brought a hand up and stroked her cheek. “Judging by your reactions to us, I think you can,” he told her. “But even if you can’t, we’re still going to make this as enjoyable as possible for you. Deal?”

Rey nodded, and Poe’s lips quirked once more before he moved in to kiss her. Rey didn’t even hesitate this time, opening her mouth to accept his tongue, loving the feel as much as she had with Finn. As they kissed, she felt Finn’s hands on her hips, stroking her through her leggings, squeezing her. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to have them both touch her bare skin. She ran her hands down along Poe’s chest, enjoying the smoothness and heat of his skin. She looked down as her fingers trailed over his nipples, watching as they peaked at her touch. She looked over at Finn, realizing he, too, had removed his shirt. His dark chest was just as smooth as Poe’s but different. The contrast between the two men excited her. She wanted to explore them both completely.

Poe began to kiss and lick on her neck and she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. Finn’s hands had worked up to the front of her body and were skimming up under the loose silky shirt she had worn for her date with Tylan. She held her breath as they reached her breasts, which she had left bare as she usually did when she wasn’t working. She let out a gasp as his hands cupped her gently, his large, rough fingers squeezing her firmly. A rush of moisture flowed from between her legs, and she wanted to be embarrassed, but she felt too good. Both of them touching her, standing shirtless with her tucked between their hard bodies…

She cried out, her knees feeling weak. She grasped Poe’s arm with one hand and reached back for Finn’s shoulder with the other to keep herself upright. “Kriff!” she swore. She never swore!

Poe lifted his head and she could hear his soft chuckle in her ear. “Yeah, I think you’re going to enjoy this, Sunshine.” He moved back more and she immediately missed his heat. “Let’s get you undressed,” he said, then looked at Finn.

She glanced at the man behind her, who was grinning and nodding. He also stepped back a bit, grasping the hem of Rey’s shirt and pulling it up and off of her in one smooth movement. Rey gasped again, looking at Poe in surprise, feeling far too exposed. He was looking at her breasts, biting his lower lip, and his appreciative expression actually soothed her. He looked up at her, maintaining eye contact with her as he stepped close once more. He reached for the fastener to her leggings on her hip, undoing it while he nuzzled her nose with his. He glanced behind her to Finn, and once more the two men seemed to communicate silently, as both reached for the waistband of her leggings and began tugging them down, taking her underwear with them.

Rey bit her lip as she reached out to brace herself on their shoulders, a laugh of pure joy bubbling up as they worked together to get her shoes and leggings off. Before she knew it, she was completely naked and the two men stood straight, both moving in front of her, both looking at her with hot eyes.

“Perfect,” Poe whispered.

“Kriffing beautiful,” Finn agreed.

Rey felt her whole body heat and knew her skin, so much paler than either of them, was turning bright red in various locations.

Poe smiled again, warm and inviting. “Why don’t you lay down on the bed, Rey?”

Taking a deep breath, Rey did as he asked, her legs still shaking. She crawled to the middle of the big bed, then lay down on her back, bracing herself on her elbows as she watched the men in front of her work at removing their boots and trousers. They were so different, she thought. The way they looked, the way they moved, the way they spoke. And yet, their hearts were almost identical. She felt tears form in her eyes as they gave each other a sweet kiss, suddenly knowing that was why she loved them both. They were both so very good, two extraordinarily kind people who had lived very hard lives and were now ready to live their happily ever after.

And they wanted her to be a part of it.

Her eyes were drawn downward as they turned to face her once more. Again, they were very different from each other, but both were rather intimidating. While she may have never had intercourse before, she wasn’t unfamiliar with male human anatomy, and both of these specimens were impressive. Finn’s was a bit longer, she thought, and the head was larger, but Poe’s was overall thicker. Finn was already almost fully erect, his dark cock standing stiffly out from a thin nest of black hair. Poe had more hair, and he was still only at half-mast. He gripped himself as she watched, running his hand along his length, and she knew it was age and experience that made him seem more relaxed, not lack of desire. She felt her pussy leak and she moaned softly, her hips rocking unconsciously.

Poe gave her a wicked smile and moved to the side of the bed on her right, still stroking himself. “Mmmmm,” he hummed. “You smell that, Finn?”

“Frick, yes!” Finn exclaimed, moving toward the opposite side of her.

They both climbed on the bed, stretching out on either side of her. “Let’s give her the perfect first time,” Poe whispered. Rey let herself fall back completely on the bed, and Poe followed her, taking her mouth with his once more and kissing her like there was no tomorrow. She felt Finn’s hand on her breast, and then his mouth. She arched her back and moaned into Poe’s mouth. She felt a hand, she wasn’t sure whose, gently grab her left wrist and direct her to Finn’s cock. She wrapped her hand around him, and as she did so the person directing her, Poe she determined, took her other wrist and directed it to his cock. Then he left her lips and moved down to mouth her other breast. She cried out, her hips jerking upward as they both began to suckle on her gently, her hands tightening on their cocks. “Oh, my stars!” she cried, as even more wetness leaked from her pussy.

Poe’s fingers found their way down her belly and were soon delving between her legs. “Shit, Finn!” he cried softly, lifting his head from Rey’s breast to look at his partner. “She’s so fucking wet!”

Rey watched as Finn brought his hand down to join Poe’s, and she almost began crying as they both fingered her, touching her where nobody but herself had ever been. “Oh, please!” she cried, tears leaking from her eyes.

“I want to taste!” Finn said, his voice rough. “If she tastes half as good as she smells…”

“Rey?” Poe was looking at her, one eyebrow arched. Asking for permission. At this point, she was quite sure she would deny him nothing.

“Please! Yes, please!”

Both men smiled and glanced at each other before sliding down the sheets. Rey automatically lifted her legs, spreading them wide, and they easily slipped underneath, placing her ankles on their shoulders, holding her open.

“Fuck, Poe! Look at her!”

“She’s dripping! All for us, Finn!”

Rey cried out, arching her hips up toward them, her heels digging into their shoulders, uncaring how desperate she seemed.

They heeded her unspoken request and dropped their heads, lips and tongues and teeth attacking her center. Her inner thighs, the super sensitive area between the crease of her thigh and the edge of her pussy, the lips of her pussy, her clit. They never stilled, working her over as she never, ever dreamed she would enjoy. As Finn toyed with her clit with his tongue, Poe inserted a finger into her cunt. She rocked against it, shocked how much she loved the intrusion and how much she wanted more. Soon, another thick finger joined the first, and Finn began sucking gently on her clit. She felt her body quicken shockingly fast, and the explosion took her by surprise. Her vision flashed white and she screamed, her hands coming down on top of the heads of her tormentors. She gripped Poe’s thick hair and her fingers tightened along the curved braids along Finn’s skull.

She felt her body go limp and she dropped her hands, opening her eyes to see both men smiling at her, almost giddy. “Told ya,” Poe said smugly.

Rey laughed, her body still trembling.

Poe turned to Finn and the two kissed, sharing her juices between them. Rey moaned at the sight, shocked that she could get so turned on again so fast. Poe pulled back first. “Keep her wet down here,” he told Finn. “I’m going in.”

Finn grinned. “Yes, sir.” Rey shifted, hoping she was ready for whatever Poe had planned. It was apparent as she watched them together that while she suspected Finn topped when they had sex, Poe was still in charge. She had to admit, she liked having him in charge.

He slid up to lie next to her again, then gently pulled her right arm upwards. “Lay on your side,” he said softly. As she did so, he positioned himself behind her and then reached down to pull her right leg up. She didn’t resist, but then whimpered as Finn immediately dived in to start licking her wide open pussy once more. “We want you wet and loose,” Poe whispered in her ear. He nipped her lobe, which sent a whole new batch of shivers up her spine. “No pain today. Not if I can help it.” As he spoke, he let her leg down to rest over his hip and he used his hand to direct his cock up to her weeping hole.

She felt him slide inside with no resistance whatsoever, the pressure was intense and amazing. “Oh, my Force!” she cried. “Oh, yes!” She felt Poe smile against the back of her jaw where his face was resting, and then his hips were moving. Back and forth he moved, sliding in and out of her. Finn continued to tongue her clit and she closed her eyes, so absorbed by the pleasure she was feeling that she felt as if she were floating.

“Oh Kriff!” she heard Finn mutter.

“Stay with us, Rey,” Poe growled in her ear.

She opened her eyes and realized she was floating. Not very high, but high enough her boys were having a tough time finishing what they started. She gasped a laugh and dropped back to the bed. “Sorry,” she huffed.

Poe chuckled, and she could feel it as well as hear it with his chest pressed against her back once more. “I’m taking it as a compliment. How about you, Finn?”

“Hell, yeah,” her best friend uttered as he continued his ministrations between her legs.

Poe’s thrusts got a bit harder and Rey could feel her body climbing once more, this time a little slower. But not much. She reached for her release this time, knowing exactly what awaited her and craving it. Her body spasmed even harder, and Poe’s arm tightened around her middle, holding her close to him until she came back to herself. It was an amazing, comforting feeling. She brought up her right hand to lace her fingers with his where they rested on her belly. She used her other hand to push gently on Finn’s head, asking him to stop, as Poe slid out of her.

Finn moved up again so that they lay face to face, and she smiled softly at him. He stroked her cheek gently, then moved in to kiss her. He tasted salty and a bit sweet. He tasted of her.

They lay there together for a long moment, letting Rey rest, but soon she became aware of Poe’s still hard cock poking her buttock, and Finn’s was bobbing gently between them. She looked him in the eye. “I want you, now.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his dark eyes gentle but excited. She felt another gush of wetness between her legs at his husky voice.

“Oh, yes.”

Immediately, Poe moved away from her, gently pushing on her shoulder so that she once more lay on her back. Finn moved to Rey, his muscular body seeming huge as he kneeled between her legs and lowered himself over her. He settled on his elbows as Poe demanded softly, “Lift your knees, Rey.”

She did as asked, and felt the tip of Finn’s cock brush up against her clit. She arched up and cried out.

“You want me inside you?” Finn asked, his voice rough, his jaw tight.

“Yes!” she almost shouted. “Please, Finn!”

“Listen to your Jedi Master, Finn,” Poe grumbled, his expression almost wild.

Finn groaned and used his hand to aid in his entrance, then he slid in just as easily as Poe had. Instinctively, Rey brought her legs up further so she could wrap her ankles around his thighs as he began to thrust. She gasped and threw her head back on the pillow, closing her eyes. How did she never know how good this could be?

She opened her eyes to see Poe’s face next to hers. “You like that?” he asked, his eyes dark, his pupils dilated in excitement. “You like Finn fucking you?”

“Yes!” she groaned, then reached for him, grabbing him by the back of the head and pulling him down for a kiss. He devoured her mouth as Finn started thrusting harder. Rey once more felt her body ignite and knew what was coming. She pulled back, shouting “Yes!” into Poe’s mouth.

“Come again, Sunshine!” Poe demanded. “Come again for us!”

And she did.

******

Poe was the one who got up to get them some water a short time later.

She watched as he walked naked across the room, his penis still erect, the head red and weeping. She looked down at Finn’s cock as she sat up, realizing that he was still hard, too. As Poe brought back a large glass of water, Rey looked back and forth between them. “Are you..” She cleared her throat. “Are you going to… come?”

Poe just smiled at her as he sat on the edge of the bed, handing her the water. “Well, I would like to at some point,” he said, his voice teasing. “I’m sure Finn would, too.” Finn nodded his head vigorously. “I guess the question is where do you want us to come? On you, on each other, or in you?”

“In me!” Rey exclaimed without hesitation, then she looked down, embarrassed, as she took a sip of water.

Poe’s smile just got bigger. “I was hoping you’d say that. You’re up to date on your contraception shots, I assume?”

Rey nodded, looking up at him again, then looking at Finn as she handed him the glass.

Finn grinned as he accepted the water. “It’s gonna get messy,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“It’s already messy,” Poe argued. “Have you seen what this woman is doing to our bed?”

Rey reached over and slapped his chest lightly with the back of her hand. “And whose fault is that?”

The three of them laughed as they passed the glass around, finishing the water. Rey noticed that their erections had softened a bit during their rest, but Poe had a solution for that.

He lay on his back and patted his thighs. “Ride me, Rey,” he told her.

She straddled his thighs and watched as Finn sidled up next to them, laying half on his side facing them. He and Poe kissed before Poe looked at Rey once more. “Take us both in hand,” he said. “You’ve got two of them for a reason.”

Rey giggled and rolled her eyes. “Very funny,” she said as she took him in her left hand and Finn in her right. She began to slide her hands up and down their cocks, her breathing quickening once more. She could feel them get stiffer in her hands, and she was not surprised when her body responded with even more moisture.

“There you go, Sunshine,” Poe said softly. She was already dripping on his thigh. “Now, when you’re ready, mount me.”

She nodded, let go of Finn, then shuffled forward and up, slowly impaling herself on Poe’s cock. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned. This position was different, but felt just as good.

“Good girl,” Poe said, and Rey felt her breath catch.

“Hmmm, she likes that,” Finn growled. They had both noticed her reaction to Poe’s praise.

Poe grinned. “Just like you like being told what a good boy you are?”

Rey looked at Finn who looked moderately embarrassed. He sat up a bit and leaned toward her. “I guess we’re both lucky we found our Dom, huh, Rey?”

Rey nodded, not really wanting to contemplate the fact that she liked being told what to do. But only by Poe.

“So, does that mean you’re going to keep doing what I tell you, Rey?” Poe asked, one eyebrow raised.

Remembering what Finn had said to him earlier, Rey bobbed her head. “Yes, sir.”

Poe nodded, then shifted his hips, making Rey gasp. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. “Now, lean over and put Finn’s cock in your mouth.”

Rey’s eyes immediately turned to the cock in question, then she looked upward to see Finn, an excited look on his face, lay back down, scooching up a bit so she had easier access to him. Licking her lips, she grabbed his once more fully erect penis and bent over it. Carefully, she wrapped her lips around the large head, curiosity and desire driving her on. Poe was rocking his hips up into her steadily, and as she tasted Finn for the first time, she felt another wave of immense pleasure wash over her. She began to rock her own hips to meet Poe’s thrusts and matched the movement with her hand on the base of Finn’s cock, squeezing him as she sucked on his tip.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” she heard Finn groan, and she looked up to see him lean over and kiss Poe. “This is a kriffing dream come true,” he said, breathing hard against Poe’s mouth.

Poe groaned and closed his eyes. “If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up!”

His hips increased their pace and Rey couldn’t concentrate on Finn anymore. She sat up, her hands on Poe’s belly, rocking against him, seeking that amazing high she knew existed now. She reached for Finn’s cock again, trying hard to focus on him as well as her own pleasure, but the feelings were too intense. “Oh!” she cried. This felt different. Less like an explosion and more like a tidal wave. Her thighs started to tremor uncontrollably and she felt as if she was falling. “Finn!” she cried as she reached for him.

He sat up and pulled her into his arms. “Let go!” he told her. She did, letting the wave take over and crying out into Finn’s shoulder. She looked at Poe as she slowly came down, wondering if he had felt the same intensity she had.

He was looking at her with wide eyes. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said gruffly.

She started to back off of him, only to realize he was still hard. “Poe,” she said as Finn let her go. “You didn’t come.”

He smiled. “I will, Sunshine,” he told her. “But I want Finn to claim you first.”

Finn’s expression was startled. “Poe?”

“You found her first,” Poe said with a soft smile. He pushed back and sat up. “But you better hurry. I’m not going to wait for my turn forever.” He gripped his cock, running his thumb over the tip and the bead of precum that sat there.

Finn looked at Rey. “Okay.”

Rey nodded. “Okay.” She bit her lip. “How..?”

“Can I..?”

“Oh, just take her from behind,” Poe interrupted. “You know you want to.”

Rey grinned at Poe’s outburst, then she softened her smile for Finn before turning her back on him, spreading her legs and leaning down to brace herself off of her elbows. She looked back at him over her shoulder. “Come on, General. Give it to me.”

As Finn groaned, Poe shook his head. “Oh, Kriff! We created a monster.” He shoved Finn’s shoulder. “Hurry up and fuck her!”

Finn did as told, moving up behind Rey and pushing into her in one smooth motion. Rey gasped, once again startled and pleased all at the same time by the different feel these different positions gave her. He was so deep like this. And he was so hard!

“I’m not gonna last long,” he huffed as he began to thrust.

Rey couldn’t form any words as the slap of his hips against her ass got louder and faster. Kriff! She wasn’t, either! His hands gripped her hard, his fingers biting into the flesh of her waist. He moved one, placing it flat against her back in between her shoulder blades, but he didn’t put much pressure on her. It was almost as if he was bracing himself, so he wouldn’t fall over onto her. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets tight.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming,” he began to chant.

“Give it to her, baby!” Poe growled.

Poe’s exclamation was all it took for Rey to feel her body overload once more. It wasn’t as strong as before, but it felt amazing, especially when combined with the feel of Finn’s release inside of her. She could almost imagine his hot seed coating her insides. As she suspected, he fell onto her, but not heavily, catching himself before his full weight came upon her. He kissed her shoulder blade wetly, then turned to Poe, who was laughing joyfully. They kissed, then Poe leaned down to kiss her as well. “I can’t even explain to you how beautiful you two look together,” he said, his eyes huge.

Finn backed up, pulling out and pushing himself up to the head of the bed, falling back onto the pillows. “Your turn, General.”

Poe looked at him, then looked at Rey. For the first time that night, there seemed to be some uncertainty in his expression, and Rey remembered that they had not asked her if she wanted this sooner because Poe believed Rey didn’t love him the way she loved Finn. She smiled and turned over onto her back, keeping eye contact with him. She spread her legs wide, grasping herself under the knees, holding herself open.

“Your turn, General,” she repeated Finn’s words.

His chest heaving, his cock now rock hard, he moved to kneel between her thighs. He placed his hands gently under her knees, pushing hers away, holding her open himself now. Still looking her in the eye, he moved forward and slid into her without any assistance. Rey was super sensitive now after literally being fucked over and over again by these men and coming… five times now? But she wanted this. She wanted him. All of him.

“You feeling my cum in there, Poe?” Finn said with a grin. “Got’cha a little extra lube this time. Not that you need it with how much she wants you.” His voice had gotten deep and lazy as Poe started driving in and out of Rey. Long, slow thrusts. Finn’s words combined with Poe’s intense look was too much!

Rey threw her head back. “Oh, please! Fuck me! Give it to me!”

With a soft roar, Poe obeyed and began thrusting hard. The slap of their skin, the squelching sound of his entry into her now saturated pussy, the grunts as he worked his hips into her… “Ahhhhhh! Poe!” Rey screamed, coming hard, her body spasming. She reached for Finn and he grabbed her hand, hanging on tight.

Poe’s body seized up as he began to fill her with his seed, his hips pulsing a few more times as he emptied himself. Rey fell limp. She let go of Finn’s hand and brought both of hers up to her face, rubbing against her eyes as she felt the tears come, overwhelmed.

She felt Poe slowly back out of her, but his fingers were up against her pussy immediately. “None of that!” he said huskily. “You stay in there were you belong,” he said as he pushed into her sensitive hole. He was pushing his and Finn’s combined cum back into her. Finn moved to help him and the two grinned at each other, kissing as they fondled her sore pussy gently. She giggled, knowing they were intentionally making her laugh, doing their best to keep her from becoming too emotional.

They looked at her, and their expressions made her want to cry again. It was a combination of love and awe, and she knew exactly how they felt.

Poe cleared his throat. “Come on,” he told her, moving to help her sit up and move back up to the head of the bed. Finn jumped off and headed for the ‘fresher, bringing back a couple of wet washcloths. Together, they cleaned up Rey and each other before settling on either side of her.

Rey was so, so tired, but even as sated as she was, she couldn’t help wondering if they expected her to leave and go back to her own apartment for the rest of the night. Force knows she didn’t want to.

As if he was reading her mind, Poe’s voice broke the silence.

“Move in here with us, Rey.”

For a moment, Rey truly believed she was imagining things, that her hopes and wishes were just manifesting themselves through dreams.

“You don’t have to,” Poe continued, his voice nervous now. “I mean, you’re used to living alone. Having your own space. I get it.”

Rey lifted her head and looked at Finn. “Do you want me to move in?”

He smiled and touched her cheek. “Yeah. But we’re not going to pressure you. We know it will probably cause a lot of gossip if you do.”

She scoffed. “As if I’m not already the brunt of gossip around here. Besides, we won’t be here much longer.” She looked at Poe. “Right? We’re still going to Yavin IV when things here are settled?”

Poe blinked quickly, and Rey could see the tears in his eyes. “Yeah, Sunshine. As soon as we can.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

“I love you, Rey,” he said softly.

She reached up and ran her hand along his beard stubble. “I love you, Poe.” She turned to Finn. “And you, Finn. You both mean so much to me.”

“I love you, Rey,” Finn told her, his eyes shining now. He looked up and over her head at Poe. “And I love you, Moof Milker.”

Poe leaned over Rey and pushed his hand into Finn’s face. “I love you, too, Fart Face!”

Rey started giggling madly as she started tickling Poe.

He jerked back. “Hey! No fair!” He started tickling her back. Finn joined in and they wrestled with each other for a moment, but exhaustion soon overtook them all.

Curled up between her boys, it didn’t take long for Rey to fall asleep, knowing that whatever the future threw at her, she had finally found her happily ever after.

THE END

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