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He launched the data pad against the wall, bits and pieces of machinery shattering and scattering upon impact. You didn't flinch, used to the outbursts by now and guilty of more than a few of your own. This dance was familiar and you squared your shoulders in anticipation.
Poe had always been a tidal wave, cresting and crashing and pulling you under at his whim. He was magnetic and you had loved him before you had any idea of what that really meant, burned to ash for him and expected nothing in return. He was beautiful and cocky and sure of himself, his abilities speaking for themselves and getting him out of whatever trouble his mouth would inevitably land him in. You never doubted that he was a good man, you knew he was, he was just also an asshole sometimes. And as selfish as it was you couldn't stand never knowing where the two of you stood, even in the midst of a war. You were desperate for some kind of stability, your survival instincts in overdrive, and you just couldn't keep asking him to give that to you.
"So that's it? It's just...over?" His voice cut you, broken glass and sharp edges, and twisted into something ugly as the hurt set in.
"There's nothing to even end, Poe!" You shouted, no longer able to reach that reserve of calm you clung to. "This is just for fun, right? Well, it isn't fun anymore!" Your voice rose, and you flexed your hands to avoid curling them into fists.
"Oh, that's bullshit and you know it." He flew out of his chair, his finger in your face and you slapped at him, shoving against his chest. He grabbed at your arms, shaking you and your teeth clicked together under the force of the motion. "Don't give me that shit, you're just as selfish as I am."
You pulled back at his accusation, hissing at his words even as the truth of them sunk deep. You knew what you were, what you'd done and who you'd become to survive the hell of war. Whatever Poe was guilty of, you were just as bad. This had been your life for years; running and hiding and striking and surviving. You kept a tight lid on the panic that consumed you in the dark, letting him bury himself within you to chase away those demons. You leveled him with a glare, heat climbing up your neck and cheeks as he looked you up and down, took in your heaving chest and parted lips and fisted hands. He sidled close, pressing into your space as that wicked grin tugged at his mouth. He knew he had you. He reached up, brushing a fallen strand of hair from your face. You jerked away as if you'd been burned, baring your teeth at his affection, but he wasn't bothered. He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against your cheek and cupping your jaw in one large hand.
"Come on, sweetheart, it's always so good with you and me", he purred and you went soft in his arms, the need to claw and scratch and fight settling into something less angry and more intimate.
He was right, it was good. That tether that bound you to him pulled taut and sparked wild whenever he was close like this. You reached up, burying your fingers in his curls and crushed his lips to yours, nipping and biting and pressing forward. You pushed him backwards, aiming for the chair he had vacated but he anticipated and spun you towards your bunk. Your knees hit the bed and you buckled, sitting down hard before he pushed you back and covered your frame with his. His weight was comfortable and familiar as he slid his thigh between your legs and thrust his hips forward. You moaned at the contact, rubbing against him like some needy thing.
"That's it, baby. You take what you need", he murmured against the shell of your ear and you obeyed, rubbing your center against his muscular thigh. You were desperate for friction as you grasped at the zipper in his flight suit, pulling it back and pushing it off of his shoulders. He rose up, divesting himself of the tangle of clothes before pulling off your leggings and dropping his weight back on you. His fingers found your folds immediately, teasing and stroking and pressing but you needed more. You bit him on the shoulder and he took the hint, pushing two fingers deep as he brushed his thumb over your clit. Your back arched off the thin mattress as Poe leaned in for a kiss, licking at the seam of your lips. You opened for him, swallowing his moan as you took his length in hand and stroked him firmly. He thrust into your fist, small, jerky movements of his hips and your belly went tight at the needy sounds that fell from his mouth.
"Please", he pleaded, somewhere between a whimper and a whisper, and you never did have it in you to deny him. You kissed him, sweet and sugar and all the nice things you weren't anymore, as he buried himself inside of you. He was thick and you moaned at the stretch, never quite used to how full he made you feel. His thrusts were slow, as if he had all the time in the world and you brushed back an errant curl that had fallen across his forehead. He leaned down, planting kisses like moon flowers across your neck and collarbone as he cradled your head in his hands.
You fought and you fucked, but this was the Poe you were always desperate to get back to. You knew what the two of you hid behind your bullshit and bravado, but here you could just be; damaged and broken and whatever else had forced its way inside of you while you simply tried to stay alive.
"I love you. I'm sorry." He repeated it like a mantra as his hips sped up, one hand snaking down between your bodies to rub small circles against your clit. Your body went taut, pulled too tight between his words and his fingers. You shattered beneath him, starlight and lightning and all of the pretty things you find out in space. He held you tight, burying his face in your neck as he followed you over the edge. He panted and moaned, your name falling from his mouth and he filled you up. After a moment he pushed up to his forearms, the look in his eyes soft and scared as you brushed that same curl away again.
"Say it back", he said, quiet but firm, and you knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. You thought about waiting it out, pushing him back to anger and further away from you, but you knew there was no point in lying anymore.
"I love you."