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Rey was startled up from her bed, heart pounding. The details were fuzzy already, too distracted by the intense throbbing coming from in between her thighs. It had been happening too often lately, the barely remembered dreams awakening her from a deep sleep, leaving her frustrated. Her life had always been spent focusing on survival, even before joining the Resistance. But since the war’s end, something had awakened in her. Some long-dormant need that urged to be satiated now that she finally had some sort of stability in her life.
She let out a groan, flopping back down on the mattress. Clenching her thighs together did nothing, the throbbing only increasing in intensity. She knew it was useless, she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again, sliding one hand down between her legs as she parted them. She let one finger trail through the slippery wetness she found, knowing it would never satisfy her. She’d heard others talking, whispers of how much they liked to be touched, how amazing it felt. But whenever she tried to touch herself, she just gave up, feeling even more frustrated than before.
She let her fingers continue the motions, kicking off the scratchy blanket. It felt good, but not. She couldn’t quite reach where she wanted, she could never quite hit that high people spoke of. Her mind would wander to other things as she waited for something that just never came. She pushed herself to keep going, the frustration already building. There was something she was missing, some part of her that made her different than everyone else. The Jedi part of her, her mind whispered.
She let out a growl, grabbing the first item within reach, and throwing it at the wall. The lack of sleep was getting to her. Completely unaided by the confined space of the Falcon for days on end. With her now second biggest annoyance. She would have preferred Finn coming with her for this mission, but he had insisted Poe was the better choice. The politicians and diplomats they were meeting would prefer to meet with the General who had not been raised by the First Order. Poe had haltingly agreed. So, the mission had left them together for far too long. And far too alone.
She was about to give up, her exploration sessions never lasting long when the door slammed open, Poe darting in with his blaster raised. Her legs snapped shut, leaving her floundering to find the blanket to cover herself. The embarrassment transferred to rage almost instantly.
“What are you doing in my room?” she yelled.
Poe’s half-awake mind, still reeling from his rude awakening, stopped short. He’d expected a mechanical problem or maybe a nightmare. Or the worst case, pirates had managed to board the ship. But not his fantasy literally spread out before him. Rey was flushed, nipples pebbled, one delicate finger probing herself. It took a moment for her yell to register, his mind fixated on her glistening core.
“What?” he finally choked out.
Rey had tugged her blanket back on, covering herself up to her neck. “What are you doing in my room, Poe?” she screamed again.
“I thought you were in trouble!”
“Oh, that’s bantha poodoo!” she replied, still yelling.
“I heard a loud bang!” he insisted. “Sorry for caring! I didn’t think I’d walk into you doing …”
He ducked his head down; he could already feel himself overheating, hoping to pass the flush off as anger. But the image was burned into his brain and he was honest enough to admit he would be spending some time alone with that thought later. Taking a quick peek back up, he was startled by Rey being right in front of him.
The shirt she was wearing barely grazed her thighs, giving him even more to imagine. His eyes finally drifted up, the soft swell of her breasts, her pebbled nipples poking through the material. He could feel his own body reacting, shifting his blaster to hide himself poorly. But the anger on her face would surely deflate him.
It didn’t take long for her dream to come back to her, the hazy figure looming over her doing … something. The image seemed to become sharper as she approached Poe. Her embarrassment hadn’t let her notice his own state until now. The normally perfect hair was dishevelled, and he was only wearing a pair of tight underwear. Underwear that showed a large bulge that made the throbbing at her core increase. But he was embarrassed too, something she’d rarely seen him be.
The blanket wrapped around her felt stifling all of the sudden, her earlier activity still far too much in the forefront of her mind. She let it drop back to the bed, marching towards him; wanting to punch him quickly became the last thing on her mind. Poe was older than her, her mind whispered again. He must have experience with this. The thought made the throbbing almost unbearable. He was looking at her; a slow appraisal that left her feeling wanted for one of the first times in her life. She let him look, biting her lip as she tried to get a read on him. But his emotions were too scattered, too unfocused.
“Doing what?” she asked, her voice sounding strange to her own ears. Soft but husky.
Poe looked into her eyes, his own almost black in the dull light from the corridor. He had always been a talker, so the shake of his head surprised her. “I should go,” he answered instead. “We … we can just pretend this never happened.”
He turned to leave, her hand reaching out to stop him. “I can’t do that,” the not quite normal voice replied.
Far too many of their conversations had been intense. Bickering, bonding over torture, discussing battle plans; none of those seemed to match the look of ardency on his face. “What do you want?” Poe whispered, his voice raspy.
“Help me.”
The groan he let out was involuntary, stepping towards her, finally letting the door shut with a hiss. The room was pitch black, but he felt her hand reach for his, fingers brushing against his cock accidentally as she took the blaster. She pulled him towards the bed, the sudden burst of light blinding him, only to see her draped over the mattress with her hair splayed out. His blaster was nowhere in sight, as the same hand reached back between her thighs, one finger pumping into her slowly.
Too entranced by the sight, he missed her other hand reaching for him, tugging him towards the mattress. He groaned again, adjusting himself to sit down near the foot of the bed, between her spread legs. “What do you need?” he asked, too afraid to do anything that would jeopardize this moment. “You have to tell me.”
Rey’s hips jerked slightly, letting out a frustrated moan. “I need … I want it to feel right,” she pleaded. “I can never make it feel right.”
He reached out towards her slowly, pulling her hand away from her centre. “Let me,” he whispered. “Please, Rey let me make you come.”
Rey wasn’t sure what he meant, but nodded anyway, the feeling becoming almost unbearable. But Poe didn’t touch her immediately, settling himself again to sit closer, forcing her thighs to open wider. Clutching the bedsheets, she was waiting for him to do something, anything, the throbbing becoming almost unbearable. Poe finally moved, both hands coming up to cup her knees, leaving her to let out a frustrated growl.
He looked away from her core, the hint of a smile on his face. “Trust me.”
She wanted to argue but was too scared he’d leave. Poe would help with this just like he helped her with everything else. She nodded again, closing her eyes in hopes it would relax her. At the first touch of his calloused hands sliding up her thighs, she jumped, letting out a hiss.
“Relax,” he urged, thumbs rubbing circles on her skin.
She settled back down, trying to heed his advice as he continued, going slower this time. He repeated the motion, hands going back and forth until she was sure he was just trying to drive her insane. Her hips began rocking, searching for something, but not entirely sure of what. Her eyes opened, preparing to yell at him again when on the upward stroke, one hand finally continued up to brush across her centre. Her hips jerked again, chasing his hand as it moved slowly up to touch a spot that made her yelp.
She refused to look at him, letting him do whatever he wanted when he brushed the same spot again on the way back down. She had never made a sound when she’d tried this herself, but Poe’s thick finger entering her caused a long, drawn-out moan as he pumped into her. Her hips rocked into the digit, meeting his every thrust as it glided in and out repeatedly.
Rey let out a whine when he removed his finger, ignoring the throb of his cock. This was about her, he wanted her to feel good, he wanted to be the one to make it happen. She was wet and slick, letting him finally do what he wanted and concentrate on her clit. He spread her wetness and rubbed tight circles around it, enjoying every little sound she made. Rey was flushed and panting, letting out little gasps every now and then as he tried different ways to make her lose control. It was one of the most incredible sights he was sure he’d ever seen. Even including the destruction of Starkiller base.
Her hips were still rocking like she was searching for something to fill her up. The throbbing from his cock was almost unbearable, but he knew they were already pushing their boundaries. He removed the temptation to stroke himself, taking his free hand to slide two fingers into her.
Rey felt herself tense, almost screaming in relief at the feel of being stretched out. But Poe paused. “Faster,” she breathed, looking at him directly.
He complied, thick fingers pumping into her. Whatever she had been missing felt closer than ever, chasing the feeling. She was probably babbling, not making any sense as she whined out for more. She groaned when he added a third finger, thrusting them in over and over as she felt herself tense. The explosion came out of nowhere, her whole body going rigid, the intense pleasure flooding her as she screamed again.
She was certain she had blacked out, coming back to herself with muscles that seemed to want to refuse her commands. She finally managed to glance over at Poe, eyes still dark as he watched her. The look of satisfaction on his face must have rivalled her own. She could finally understand those whispered conversations; she felt boneless and relaxed, but with a soreness that felt incredible at the same time.
Poe rose from the bed, his smile dimming. “You should get yourself cleaned up before you fall asleep,” he stated, a hint of sadness in his tone.
She managed to make her muscles cooperate, sitting up to look at him. She didn’t know much about this, but the tenting in his underwear was obvious. She couldn’t help but look, her body responding, even after the pleasure he had just given her. Pulling her eyes away, she noticed the smirk, faint as it was before he turned to walk away.
She wasn’t sure what the protocol was for this. They were friends. Usually anyway. But what were they now? Lovers? She needed to know. Poe had reached the door but hadn’t opened it yet when she called out to him.
“Wait.”
Poe froze, his hand hovering above the door release. His cock spasmed at her words; she couldn’t know what she was saying. The erection was bordering on painful; he wanted nothing but to go back to his bunk and relive this moment as he stroked himself. Or change it, replacing his fingers for his cock, sliding into her again and again, feeling that tight squeeze around him …
He turned his head, hands fisted at his sides so he wouldn’t be able to palm himself like he wanted. “What is it, Rey?”
He heard more than saw Rey rising from the bed to stand behind him. She was quiet, making the throb seem impossible to ignore. “Can I … do you need help?” she finally uttered. “Like you helped me?”
The groan escaped him, turning on his heel to pull her into his arms. Their lips met, none of the finesse he was rumoured to have, kissing her hungrily like he was a man starved. He explored her mouth, absorbing every gasp and whimper until he needed to pull back and breathe. Rey looked a little stunned, hand hovering over her lips.
He wanted her. He had wanted her from the moment he’d seen her lifting those boulders with just a wave of her hand. She was the most magnificent person he’d ever laid eyes on in his life. But he refused to let this moment of lust get out of hand. Well, more than it already had.
He leaned forward again, bypassing her lips to kiss her cheek. “Not tonight,” he replied as delicately as he could. They already had too many misunderstandings between them.
Rey opened her mouth, the argument already forming on her lips. “If you still want this in a day or two, come find me,” he promised. “I want to do this right next time.”
Her eyes widened, but they were still mostly black instead of the hazel he was used to. Rey swallowed thickly. But more importantly, she nodded. Maybe he hadn’t blown everything. Maybe he did stand a chance with her.