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Fic: Who I Am With You (M)

Author's note: Damerey Creations Week day 3 contribution! Special shout out to @olpgurl for the inspiration for this fic. (And no, I did not intend for every fic this week to feature smut; it just happened.)

Summary: After helping the team's resident assassin, Rey Solana, out of a sticky spot on a mission, the Man Out of Time, Poe Dameron, wonders if his feelings for her are as obvious as he fears.

AO3

Who I Am With You

“Alright, people. Check in.”

“Jeez, Cap, you sound like such a dad right now.”

Poe took a deep breath before responding. Finn seemed to enjoy getting on his nerves, even more than Beaumont. At least Beaumont had the excuse of his massive ego; Finn just liked needling people. And he’d chosen Poe as his target. “Well, I am old enough to be your grandfather,” he shot back. “Maybe it’s just the old man in me.”

“I think you’re very spry for an old guy,” came Rey’s accented voice. And suddenly Poe was very glad she wasn’t in his line of sight because she would tease him mercilessly for just how pink his cheeks became. He was so getting her back for that later.

“Can we focus?” Poe asked over the comm. “We are on a mission, you know.”

“Yes, Dad,” Finn said. This was their best chance to infiltrate the First Order’s hideout in months; there was no telling when they would get another opportunity.

“Movement, one o’clock.” Poe glanced in the direction Rey indicated; he saw it too. Tree branches swishing too quickly for it to be the wind.

“Alright, everyone stick to their…” But he never got to finish his sentence because some sort of glowing missile sailed over his head. The explosion was deafening; Poe was momentarily disoriented. He saw Beaumont go flying overhead in his armor; it looked like the fight was starting without him. Poe tightened his shield on his arm and leaped from his hiding spot, running through the forest toward where the missile had come from. First Order scouts spotted him; Poe heard the bullets just in time. He flung the shield up to cover his head, but he kept running, his serum enhanced body closing the gap quickly. He got there at the same time the guns needed to be reloaded; Poe brought the shield down hard on the hot metal. The barrel snapped in half with a loud crack. The First Order goons fumbled for their pistols, but Poe knocked them out efficiently with a combination of the shield and his fists.

He could hear other segments of the battle through the comms; he focused his attention on the missile launcher. The missile itself was powered by tech he’d never seen before, but the design of the missile launcher was straight out of the Empire’s playbook.

“Cap, quit playing with that thing and give us a hand!” Beaumont yelled over the comm.

“What’s going on?”

“Solana’s pinned down in the southeast corner; she’s the one with codes, remember?”

Later, Poe would recall the crackle of fear that slid down his spine, but in the moment, he focused on the mission. In a flash, he jumped down from the gun emplacement and sprinted across the clearing that had become a battlefield. Each First Order trooper that materialized in his path was quickly dispatched; his body moved on autopilot. His mind focused on one goal: get to Rey. She’d drawn the short straw; it was her job to use the stolen codes to shut down the First Order’s weapons of mass destruction.

They should have had someone watching her back.

She’d flay him alive for even thinking that. Rey Solana was one of the most feared assassins in the world; she’d been trained from childhood by her grandfather. It was a twist of fate that she’d had a change of heart and switched sides to the good guys. In the brief time Poe knew her, she’d more than proven herself as a teammate, as a hero, as a person. Rey prided herself in holding her own with her more powerful comrades. The guys learned early on not to coddle her, because Rey always made them pay. Maybe not during a mission, but she was the queen of the more subtle forms of vengeance and retaliation. Poe liked her because she didn’t treat him like a historical display; he respected her because she was damn good at her job. She reminded him a lot of someone else he knew long ago.

Poe spotted her a hundred yards away; she was nearly surrounded by First Order troopers. She used a large boulder for cover, reaching around to shoot her pistols. But that would only keep the troopers at bay for so long. Poe skidded to a stop a hundred feet away and wound his body to fling his shield into the mass of troopers. The vibranium made a series of dull thumps as it struck nearly a dozen troopers, knocking them to the ground. Poe started running; when the shield finally reached a tree, it bounced back to him. He jumped into the swell where Rey was stuck, quickly smashing through weapons and troopers.

“Duck!” Rey yelled.

Poe did so instinctively; he felt Rey’s boots on his back as she leaped over him and flung one of her batons into the trees. Poe watched as it struck a shooter twenty feet above their heads, electrocuting him instantly. “Nice throw.”

Rey nodded at the shield. “You too.” She trotted over to grab her fallen baton and slid it into the holster on her back. “I had things under control, you know.”

“It’s not a crime to ask for help now and then, Solana,” Poe replied with a grin.

“Yeah, but I didn’t ask.”

“Can you two flirt later?” Finn complained. “Kinda busy here!”

Poe flushed bright red; he wasn’t sure if Finn was teasing or not. “Come on, let’s get this done.”

Rey mock saluted him. “You’re the Captain. I just work here.”

He suppressed a grin and started running, Rey on his heels. He led the way like a bulldozer, knocking troopers and bullets out of their path. When they got to the entrance to the bunker, Poe destroyed the lock with the edge of his shield, causing the door to hiss open. “Which way?”

Rey nodded to the right. “That way.”

“What’d you do? Memorize the schematic?”

Her smile was brilliant. “You didn’t, Mr. Super Soldier?” Before Poe could reply, she was running down the hallway, forcing Poe to follow her and cover her back. The diversion outside cleared much of the bunker; most of the troopers were outside fighting the rest of the team.

“How’re we doing in there?” Beaumont asked.

“We’re nearly there,” Poe replied. “Two minutes.”

“Uh, Cap, you might want to make it quick because there’s a very large gun they’re juicing up out here!”

“Shit.”

“You kiss your mama with that mouth?” Finn yelled into the comm.

Poe groaned. “I was in the Army, remember?”

“You two kids can have this out later,” Rey said shortly. They got to the last door; Poe kicked it open with a loud crash. The room had a half dozen troopers; Rey dashed for the console, while Poe took them out. Rey’s fingers flew over the console, imputing the codes to shut down the device. The incessant beeping from the surrounding monitors ceased; the threat was over.

Rey slumped into the nearest seat. “Well, that was fun.”

Poe walked over to where his shield lay on the ground, stomping on the edge and flipping it back on his arm. “You have a strange idea of fun, Solana.”

“Not all of us are good at pinochle, Dameron.”

“And what are you good at?”

She shot him a knowing smirk; once again, he was very glad they were alone. “Maybe I’ll show you later.”

He opened his mouth to respond when Beaumont interrupted to scold them for slacking. There were still pockets of First Order resistance outside the base; they needed to get the place mopped up before the authorities arrived. “We’re on our way,” he said.

“Last one out there does the dishes for a week!” Rey cried, flashing him a grin before taking off. Poe was stunned into speechlessness for a few seconds; he wondered if he would ever fully get used to Rey’s constant need to torment him. She seemed to take great joy in her little barbs and jokes; he liked seeing her smile. He grinned to himself as he followed her; this was one competition he didn’t intend to lose.

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Rey wrapped her arms around her middle as she moved through the halls; she probably should have worn a sweater. Though if she played her cards right, she probably wouldn’t be cold for long. When she reached the right door, she knocked. “Come in.”

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “How’d you know it was me?”

Poe continued to stare out the window. He must have showered already; his curls were still damp. Not to mention he was shirtless, and his sleep pants hung low on his hips. “You’re the only one that knocks.”

Rey’s brows shot up in surprise. “That a guy thing?”

Poe chuckled. “You’d think so. I think they just weren’t raised right.”

Rey giggled. “Parenting was different during the Great Depression, Poe.”

“Don’t remind me.”

She closed the space between them and slipped her arms around his waist. “You’re not still sore about that old man joke, are you?”

“You make those jokes about ten times a day, Sunshine. Besides, it’s not like you’re wrong.”

She smiled and rested her cheek on his warm back. She secretly really loved the little nickname he had for her; he was careful not to use it in front of the others. Rey knew people well enough to know that some of their teammates suspected there was something going on between the super soldier and the spy. Finn definitely did. He was her best friend, but she still hadn’t confided in him. For once, she was enjoying something that was completely hers. She savored these quiet moments with Poe; she hoped she brought him the same comfort. “Well, you are spry for an old guy,” she murmured.

“Finn knows,” Poe said softly.

The way he said it made her nervous. “I didn’t…”

“I don’t think you needed to, though I am kinda wondering why you haven’ttold him yet. Ashamed of being with someone more than three times your age?”

Rey let go, frowning. “Poe, where the hell is this coming from?”

Poe turned to face her; his handsome face was unreadable. Which was quite a feat because she usually read him so well. “That came out harsher than I intended. I know we haven’t talked about telling people, but he’s your best friend and I guess I just assumed…”

Rey came up short before she said something she regretted. Poe had been frozen for seventy years; he was from a different era. While he adapted remarkably well, he was still old fashioned in so many ways. “Finn can think whatever he wants,” she said finally. “He’s not my minder. And for the record, I’m not ashamed of you. That’s just patently ridiculous. For once, I have something that’s only mineand I guess I wasn’t ready to share it with anyone else yet.”

Poe felt like a first-class jerk. “I’m sorry, Rey. I guess I’m still figuring all this out.” Prior to the serum, women never looked twice at him. After, there was only one he wanted, but she was gone. Now he was in a different time and the rules were different. He needed to get it together.

Rey laid her hand on his chest. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re just two dysfunctional people figuring things out together.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that.” Ever since he woke up, he felt discombobulated, almost uncomfortable in his own skin. But Rey never looked at him like he was a science experiment or a freak. It was refreshing. It was also one of the reasons he was drawn to her.

“I do too.” She stood up on her toes and gently brushed her lips to his. She meant it to be a soft peck, but Poe chased her lips and pulled her against him. Rey let out a little sigh as he kissed her again and slid his tongue into her mouth. Poe had been a bit shy when they first started doing this all those months ago, but now he knew what he wanted, and she was a very willing partner in his sexual education.

She let out a yelp as he scooped her up and carried her to his favorite chair. She expected to be straddling his lap (one of her favorite places to be), but instead, he sat her down and kneeled in front of her. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with a hungry kiss. She mewled and wove her fingers into his curls, spreading her legs so he could get closer. His scruff abraded her pale skin as he kissed a path down her throat; she arched into him as his lips caressed the swells of her breasts. He pulled the tank top down with his teeth; she moaned loudly as the fabric shredded. It was no match for his enhanced strength. “Fuck, Poe.”

“I’ll get you new ones,” he growled before taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking. Rey keened and arched, wetness flooding her core. She recognized the desire and need in his eyes; when they first started this, Rey admitted a bit of curiosity on her part. Poe was from a different time; social mores had changed a lot. She hadn’t expected him to take to this sort of…relationship? Fling? Whatever they were, with such gusto. That first time was equal parts fumbling and sweet; she cherished it. But she quickly realized she’d unlocked something in him that he kept close to the vest; she was the only one who got to experience this Poe Dameron. It was equal parts humbling, intoxicating and delicious.

Poe made quick work of her sleep clothes; she hadn’t even bothered with panties, something that earned her an appreciative grunt, just before he lowered his head to her slit. They learned weeks ago that the walls in the tower were soundproof; she could scream as loud as she wanted. Poe seemed to like driving her slowly insane with want. She wasn’t even sitting properly in the chair; her ass hung off the edge and her shoulders pressed awkwardly into the padded back. None of that mattered as he diligently tongued her to the stars and back. Rey hung onto the back of the chair for dear life as she climaxed, his name a prayer on her lips.

Poe brushed a kiss to her clit as she panted for air; he thoroughly enjoyed being the one to make her come undone. Rey was like him in so many ways; they both presented a certain mask to the world. They were measured and controlled; cool and collected in a crisis. Here they could let all that go and just be.He hadn’t realized how much he needed that until the first time she kissed him.

“That…all you got…soldier?” she breathed, her chest still heaving.

Poe’s eyes narrowed; his cock twitched. He secretly loved that she challenged him like this. Not just in here, but out there too. She was an enigma he was forever trying to unravel. “You should be careful what you wish for, Sunshine.”

Rey shivered; she knew Poe would never hurt her, but she couldn’t deny that tone was a turn on. “That’s all I get? One measly orgasm?”

Poe’s eyebrows shot up. Oh no, she didn’t. “Now I’m going to make you beg for it,” he growled. He was hard as a rock, but he had a will of iron, as Rey knew well.

“Promises, promises.” She squealed as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She pretended to struggle, but it did give her a spectacular view of his ass. And it was the perfect ass. Round and full, she loved the feel of it in her hands. Poe threw her down on his bed with a bounce, his brown eyes burned with lust. It was quite heady making the super soldier burn like this. She expected him to simply pounce on her, but he surprised her by reaching into a drawer. He pulled out a long scarf; Rey swallowed hard. “What are you gonna do with that?”

“What do you think?” Poe knelt on the bed and twisted the scarf in his hands. “Now I know you could probably get out of this, but I was hoping you’d indulge me?”

She smirked up at him. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” She held out her wrists; her core throbbed with need as he deftly wrapped the cloth around them. Then he tied her to the headboard, just tight enough that she’d have to work to get away. Not that she wanted to.

“Still good?”

She looked up at him; his voice was gentle despite the fire she saw in those bottomless brown eyes. “Do your worst, Captain.”

He grinned evilly and made her watch as he stripped out his sweats. The thin material did nothing to hide his massive erection anyway, but she still wet her lips when she saw his cock bob proudly against his stomach. She itched to touch him, to just mount him and ride them both into oblivion, but she was too curious about what he would do to her.

He stood there unashamed as she ogled him, slowly stroking himself. He knew she liked that. “Beg.”

“No.”

“Fine, have it your way.” He laid out beside her and drank in the miles of mostly smooth pale flesh. Unlike him, she carried a few scars on her body. He’d long since memorized every single one. But he started there, brushing kisses to her skin, remapping her body with his lips and hands. He touched her everywhere except where she needed him most, causing her to whimper and squirm. Every time the scarf caught, she whined, fresh need rushing to her core. Poe’s slow exploration of her body was very intimate and intense in a way she didn’t expect. His touch was filled with reverence and possession; licks of fire skittered across her skin. After what felt like an eternity, he wrapped his lips around a nipple and sucked; Rey keened and arched, but it wasn’t quite enough to make her come.

Poe slipped his hand between her thighs; his fingers came away slippery. “Ready to beg yet, sweetheart?”

“Nope.”

“Okay.” This time he simply stared at her, observing every minute sigh and twitch as he slowly fingered her aching core. He was painstaking about it, working her with a single digit, slowly adding a second and a third. Rey tugged on her bonds as she bucked and writhed; he knew exactly how to keep her hovering on the edge of bliss. She lost track of how many times she almost climaxed; Poe would just pull his hand away and brush tender kisses to her belly.

Finally, she couldn’t stand it any longer. “Fine! Please! Please fuck me! Fuck, I just need to come. Please!”

Poe grinned wolfishly. “That’s my girl.” He licked his fingers clean and moved between her spread legs. She hoped he would just take her, but Poe had other ideas. He flipped her over—still tied to the bed—and raised her up on her knees. He palmed her ass just before sliding inside her. Poe was already big, but he felt even larger like this as she stretched to take him. It was the perfect thick slide and she climaxed almost instantly. A long thin wail fell from her lips as her body trembled and shook; Poe remained still as she rode it out.

Rey whined, still breathless for her high, wiggling against him. She wasn’t done yet. “Poe…move. Please.”

He did as she asked, drawing back slowly, her walls still fluttering around him. He coiled a bit of her hair around his fingers, gently holding her head up as he rocked into her over and over. Rey hummed approvingly, thankful for the delicious friction. Poe bent over and pressed kisses to the back of her neck. “Feels so good, sweetheart. So slick and tight around me. Always want this, Sunshine. Need you so much.”

Rey bit her lip; Poe didn’t talk much when they did this, but she loved when he did. She braced herself on her elbows and thrust backward, meeting him halfway. Poe groaned and jerked, his hand squeezing her hip. “Let me do the work for a while,” she murmured. Poe leaned back, watching in fascination as she rolled her hips over his shaft, impaling herself again and again on his cock. He always loved watching her move; fighting, fucking, dancing, it didn’t matter. He thought she was perfect, just as she was.

“Rey,” he gasped, his control slowly starting to fray. “Fucking hell.”

“God yes,” she panted, another high coiling in her belly. “Need you.”

Poe bent over her and hastily untied the scarf. He might have ripped it a little, but he didn’t care. He hauled Rey into his lap, still impaled on his cock, and held her against his chest as he rutted into her hard and fast. She cried out, the angle just right to hit her most sensitive spot. Within seconds, she spiraled into another orgasm, her walls gripping him like a vice. Poe grunted and rode her through it, finally giving into the pleasure of his own climax.

They collapsed onto the bed in a heap; Poe kept her close, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. She shivered as his lips brushed her skin; she loved this warm cocoon a little too much. She liked him a little too much, but it was too late now.

Poe lightly stroked the skin of her hip; he wondered if she would stay. She hardly ever did; he learned to be okay with that. But each time, he held on to hope. “Bathroom?”

“Sorry.”

“Go.” She was a little wobbly when she stood; Poe smothered a grin. Instead, he stripped the bed down to the last sheet and found a spare blanket in the closet. When she returned from his bathroom, he took his turn. He was pleasantly surprised when he discovered she was still there. “Hanging around?”

“Hmm, for a little while. That okay?”

“Sure.” She hadn’t bothered to dress; Poe slid into the bed beside her, laying on his side to face her. “Good day?”

She giggled. “That all you have to say after mind blowing sex?”

He flushed. “That good, huh?”

She leaned in and kissed his lips. “You, sir, are a very quick study.”

“I had a good teacher.”

She shivered. “I didn’t teach you that.”

“You didn’t teach me this either.” He leaned in and kissed her again, sliding his tongue along the seam of her lips. She opened for him automatically; she made no protest when he pulled her into his arms. “Stay,” he murmured between kisses. “Stay with me.”

“Poe…”

“You said you weren’t ashamed.”

“I’m not.” But then she looked at things from his perspective. She managed to pretend not to see the faint hurt in his eyes every time she left in the middle of the night. Or when they had to break apart before their friends and teammates could see. She honestly hadn’t expected this to go on for so long, but Poe was becoming more than her friend. No, he already was. She cared about him; he cared about her. They shouldn’t hide how they felt, should they? She touched his cheek. “Okay. I’ll stay. Though you owe me some clothes, buster.”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something.” His grin was incandescent as he pulled her in for another kiss; she felt completely content for the first time in months. Possibly years.

The next morning when they appeared for breakfast, Finn shot Beaumont a look. “You owe me, Kim. I told you they were a thing!”

Poe blinked. “You bet on us?”

“Please. It’s the easiest hundred bucks I ever made! You two were painfully obvious.” He held his hand. “Pony up, rich man!”

Rey’s laughter was contagious; Poe found himself laughing too. If he got to wake up with Rey every morning, he could take a little ribbing from their teammates. She was worth it.

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