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It had been an excruciatingly difficult day today. You and the fellow squadron members fought a fierce battle and ultimately emerged victorious with the least amount of casualties you have seen so far.
The attack was led by none other than Black-One, Poe Dameron himself. One cocky son of a bitch that man. But you’d be an idiot to not recognize his truly great effort and eloquent success of leading and piloting.
It’s not like you had much interaction with him outside of battles, you two bickered constantly and never saw eye to eye. You were just a lowly Red member and didn’t stand out too much from everyone aside from your ability to pilot as good as the esteemed Dameron.
You would never be recognized for that though. You didn’t crave the attention nor did you wish to draw such unnecessary attention to yourself.
You exit your X-wing, taking off your helmet as you step onto solid ground. With a victory like this you know everyone must be heading to the cantina to celebrate with drinks.
You’re exhausted and barely in the mood to party, but you really felt like you could use a drink.
Yeah one drink couldn’t hurt, right?
You follow the crowd into the building where they began to swarm the bar with orders and most seemed to be crowding around Poe. Many were cheering him on, congratulating him and even offering him drinks.
Drinks come out from behind the bar and you see as Poe smiles and converses with ease. You watch as he downs a shot and finally you snap back to reality.
You were here to drink not to stare aimlessly from across a crowded room at some boastful dick head.
You sigh to yourself as you make your way through the mess of people to the bar. You take one of the empty seats and plop into it. You ask for something strong and without any mixers, you want to drown out your heavy thoughts and quick.
As you await to be served you can’t help but overhear Dameron and his swarm of fans from a few feet away.
“You were amazing out there!”
“Yeah we couldn’t have won without your leadership. You are the greatest pilot and leader the resistance has seen by far.”
“Oh my stars! Tell me all the details, it must’ve been sooo scary for you.”
You roll your eyes and turn back to face the back of the bar, picking up the drink from the counter.
There was never a lack of appreciation for the man and there’s usually an even greater abundance of women that throw themselves at him. He had slept with so many women, never knowing their names and never caring.
He had everything going for him. He was charming, charismatic, confident and one hell of a pilot. It was never a wonder why they flocked to him like helpless dogs.
You begin to down the drink, you can’t stand to be here right now. It was nauseating the amount of attention the narcissistic dark haired male was getting. It was definitely strong, but expensive. So as you downed it at least it wasn’t burning your throat.
You feel the heat start to settle in your stomach, the usual side effect of consuming such a drink. You opt to order another. Fuck it, why remember the night at all.
And as you downed the second you realized why drinking is a bad idea for your light-weight ass. You can feel that you’ll be stumbling back to your room tonight.
And as you finish off this glass you feel a presence take a seat next to yours.
You glance over to see the familiar scruffy looking man in his orange jumpsuit uniform take his place right next to you.
And without a swarm of people at that.
You dart your eyes back down at your empty glass hoping he was just trying to catch a break.
“You were just as good as me out there, ya know?”
You hear the baritone voice emmit from your left, fuck he was talking to you now and you had no filter. The alcohol was working through your system quickly considering you haven’t eaten anything. This is not good. You can’t give this son of a bitch any material to mock you with, you have to keep cool.
“Whatever,” you mumble under your breath.
Why would he come speak to you? He revels in the attention he receives, building an ego so big that it could stretch across galaxies. He only ever thought of himself at the core, you know this.
“I mean that,” he says as he removes his eyes from you and glances around elsewhere. “You should be thanking me, it’s the highest praise coming from me.”
There it was. His ulterior motive to make this conversation about himself.
“Oh thanks Mr. High and Mighty, I’ll try to be more considerate next time you want to compliment someone just to circle back to talking about how great you are.”
“Okay, okay no need to be so aggressive,” he says putting his hands up in defense as if you could manage to put a dent in his ego. “I really mean it though. I know you hate my guts and all, but you’re just as good as piloting. I think you deserve more credit than you give yourself.”
There’s no way these words are coming from a sober Poe’s mouth. He’s definitely some semblance of intoxicated to be talking to you like this. To be talking to you at all in fact.
Especially considering the last conversation you two shared outside of a battle was you telling him to fuck off and never bring his “self-centered bitch ass” near you again.
“Well…” You pause. Even if he is drunk at least he’s not boasting right now, maybe he can be tolerable in this state. “Thanks.” Is what you finally settle on after a moment.
You finally look over at him and lock eyes. He gives you a small smile in return.
You feel heat rise up to your cheeks. Are you fucking blushing right now? Over his goofy ass smile? He hadn’t even said more than a few sentences to you, what is wrong with you?
Never drink in the general vicinity of this man again, noted.
“Y-you were good out there too,” you blurted out. “Not that you haven’t heard that a million times already,” you add in a defeated tone. You need to get up asap, you’re only going to embarrass yourself and regret it in the morning.
He lets out a small chuckle. Maker, his laugh is like butter. So smooth. He also smells so strongly, so intense, but in a good way. You were always filled with notes of coconut and cedar whenever you crossed paths with him and it was somewhat intoxicating.
“Well it’s different coming from you six,” he responds, bringing you out of your thoughts. “Can’t believe you’re tolerating me for this long.”
“It’s not like I hate you,” you responded just as quickly as he had finished. “You’re just…a dick head with an ego bigger than Coruscant and a fan base to tote. It’s hard to find you likable when there’s not a single modest bone in your body.”
See? No filter.
It falls silent between you two for a moment and you second guess what you had said. You didn’t have to be so unnecessarily mean.
You immediately feel terrible.
“I-”
He cuts you off.
“Well maybe you should get to know my arrogant ass, I’m sure you can find some likable part of me,” he begins. “Besides you said you don’t hate me so I know you like something about me,” he continues, giving you a wink at the completion of his sentence.
Your face must have burned ten shades darker. He is so effortless with his words, with the way he knowingly pulls at your heart strings. Does he know? Does he catch the stares you can’t help but give him? More importantly, does he stare back?
Nope. Nope. Nope. Abort. Now.
“I-uh,” you choke over your words. You clear your throat before beginning again. “I’ve really gotta go, too much to drink and all,” you say with a small awkward laugh.
Stars you sound so stupid right now.
Quickly you plant your feet on the ground, your legs feel like jelly at this point. The room is spinning and you realize your vision is compromised. You take one step away from the bar and it all hits you like a truck. How are you going to get back to your room in this state?
All the while Dameron watches your clumsy ass attempt to get your act together. He must be making fun of you in his mind. He’s probably gonna go back to his comrades and laugh about how irresponsibly wasted you are after only two measly glasses. Well that is if you're important enough for him to even speak about you.
After letting the feeling flood over you, you know you can at least make it to the flusher and take a brief shower to sober up. You get your legs to move and you make your way back through the crowd, this time less elegantly.
You don’t dare look back. You’ve embarrassed yourself enough.
Miraculously you make it and reach to the handle to turn the shower head on. Water begins to dispense and you quickly get out of your dingy orange jumpsuit.
Such an ugly color, you think to yourself.
Once all the articles of clothing on your body are removed you step into the freezing cold water. It sends a shock through your body as you stand shivering, your arms crossed over your chest to try and reserve heat.
At least you know it will be just you. Everyone is preoccupied with celebrating.
You look across you to the set of mirrors that lined the back wall of the showers. You stare intensely in the mirror, examining every part of your body. Criticizing yourself. Overthinking the interaction you just had. You wish to just forget it all.
You decide to cut the shower short a few minutes later, realizing maybe you need to stay at least a little drunk to offset whatever embarrassment you were bound to feel if you sobered up.
You wrap a towel tightly around yourself and collect your clothes from the ground. You figure you can just get dressed in your room and sleep off the night. That sounds good.
Then you can go back to hating Poe Dameron and avoiding him at all costs.
Yes, perfect.
But you’re definitely still very much drunk, you hadn’t been in the shower more than a few minutes so it didn’t really help your state. You’re pretty sure you can stumble your way to your room though, it can’t be that hard.
So there you went, tripping and dizzily walking around the dorms to find your room until you finally fell into yours.
Thank the stars you made it.
Lights would definitely cause a huge headache right now so you don’t bother with them and instead stagger drunkenly towards your bed on the bottom bunk. You drop your clothes at the foot of the bed and drop your towel as well.
Perfect.
The same old uncomfortable but reliable cot you had slept on for the past year. You maneuver yourself under the scratchy material of the blanket.
And then it hits you.
It’s…warm?
And in an instant your mind starts racing. You definitely hadn’t got your card out to unlock your door which you know was left locked at all times. So you needed to have unlocked your door to enter your room.
Yet you didn’t do that to get in. Had you even read the number correctly?
Shit.
“Uh…”
A familiar deep voice emits from beside you in the bed.
Fuuuuuck.
Poe Dameron’s room was right next to yours.
You jump out of bed and grab the towel from the ground to wrap yourself.
“Shit, shit, shit I’m sorry…Oh my maker. I’m such an idiot. Who just ends up in the wrong room? How dumb am I? Fuck,” you start rambling. You’re too embarrassed to move any further, you’re frozen.
Move. Move. Why can’t you just move? You need to run. You just worsened your already terrible night.
But why is he even in here? Shouldn’t he still be partying? What’s his deal?
You feel a hand grab your wrist from the bed followed by a small snicker.
“Come back, lay with me naked again,'' the voice teases. “Red six sneaking into my room? What’s with that, hm? I’d expect it from the other girls, but not you.”
“I-I-uh,” you stammer, still in shock of how you managed to make such a mistake.
You shake your wrist from his grip only to use it to facepalm yourself.
“L-look it honestly was a mistake...I live r-right next door...obviously. I’m too drunk for my own good right now," you sigh.
“Well maybe you can answer me this, why’d you leave so abruptly earlier?”
Is he really asking questions like this is a casual thing? Like you just stumble naked into his bed every night? Fucking jerk.
“I saw the way you were blushing. Do you think I was trying to flirt with you?” He’s egging you on, you know he wants to hear an answer to satisfy his narcissistic thoughts.
“N-no!” You shout. “I…just..um...y-you make me nervous,” you stutter out.
Nervous? Really? You didn't even have to give him an explaination yet you did anyways.
“Mhm…I just make you nervous?” He says, sounding doubtful at your flustered response.
He grabs your wrist and pulls you back to the edge of the bed. You fall back and end up settling on sitting as the room spun too much to continue to stand.
“Or do you subconsciously have some sadistic crush on me? You just love to hate me but deep down you daydream about me, I see the way you stare at me.”
Fuck and now he's admitting he's seen your creepy stares. He must think you're such a creep now and you shrink back down inside yourself. You can't even think to move right now as your embarrassment topples over your mind and cements you in place.
"So what is it?" His voice breaks through the silence and tears you from out of your mind.
"Do you like me or do you hate me?" He inquires as he reaches over to grab you by your chin and turns it to face him.
You can barely make out his face in the dark, but you know you must be facing him.
You hadn't said a word in minutes and you just wanted to run away, but you can't. You're stuck with this uneasy feeling and you know you need to say something. Anything.
You inhale sharply, trying to pull your thoughts together. Your mind feels sluggish and there's nothing you can do to stop the words that would come from your mouth next.
"I…like you," is what you land on. "I think you're arrogant and selfish, but you just–"
You pause for a moment to try and stop the words from falling aimlessly out of your mouth.
"I just what?" He asks and he actually sounds more humane than you've heard before. There's no catch in his voice, no sarcastic undertone. Just him at his core.
And then you can't help but go back to your ramblings.
"You just…have this charm about you I-I guess. You light up a room and everyone loves you. I admire you despite all the things I despise about you," you continue, wishing you could see his face and gauge how he's feeling.
Being in the dark like this sucks, you want to know what he's thinking. His face always gives it away.
Then you remember that you're in Damerons room, practically naked, sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but a towel and you feel heat rise back to your cheeks. Your hands feel clammy and you begin feeling even more uneasy as you await a response.
"Well you know I've always admired you. You're a force to be reckoned with in battle and quite beautiful as well."
As you process his response your heart drops and you feel as if your stomach is tied up in knots.
Why is he saying this? Complimenting you? He should be insulting you for how dumb you were tonight, for how much of a fool you had been to wander into someone elses room.
And yet he's not, he is being the kindest he has ever been towards you and doesn't show any sign of wishing to humiliate you.
This feels…different.
You feel different.
Before you can gather any of your thoughts you react without thinking, your arm reaching out to find his face so you could lean in. You touch your lips with his for a moment before quickly pulling away as your thoughts finally catch up to you.
What did you just do? Did you really just kiss the bastard? What are you thinking?
"I should uh…go," you say, beginning to stand. Before you could move you're met with Poe's hand grabbing your arm and pulling you back down.
"Please, don't." His voice is somber and low, it's unlike any other tone you had heard from him before. Nothing like the loud obnoxious pilot you were used to.
He lays back in the center of the bed, pulling you on top of him as he situated himself under you. You sit up, your legs straddling his hips.
"What are you doing?" You ask, but not in the normal offended way you normally would. No you were asking in a way that begged him for more, asking him to validate the suspicions you have about his intentions. Hoping that you were right about them.
"Well hopefully you," he responds, a small laugh escaping his mouth at the end.
You blush for what seems like the thousandth time this night. You really want this though, desperately.
You nod. "I suppose I can arrange that, hotshot."
He smirks at the pet name and wastes no moment hiking off your towel and tossing it to the ground. His actions were deliberate yet gentle and you anticipated his next moves like a puppy, longing for attention
You stare down at his face, stars he's beautiful.
You spit into your hand, finding your way to his cock which had already been pulled out from the waistband of his pants. You lean down to kiss him as your hand is reached around stroking him.
He groans a bit into the kiss as you work away.
Suddenly he grabs your hand, pinning it up against your back.
"I think it's wet enough," he grunts.
You swallow hard and nod, anticipating the pain you would inevitably feel. It was pretty big and you hadn't slept with anyone in maker knows how long.
You just prayed your pussy was wet enough to take his size in full.
He slowly glides it into you. He was being delicate with you.
"You okay?"
You grunt and nod, though your face definitely is telling a different story. He jerks his hips up and the rest of him is inside of you.
Oh fuck. This already feels good.
You had been longing for any semblance of attention, but you were too shy to seek anyone out. Now here you were with the cockiest man alive who could be sleeping with literally anyone right now, yet here he was with you.
It made you feel blissful, you can't believe it honestly.
He begins slowly, moving in and out of you to get a feel for it.
"Fuck baby you're so wet."
You respond with a moan as he thrusts his cock harder against your g-spot.
He picks up the pace, practically slamming in and out of you at this point.
You feel yourself grow wetter, dripping all down his dick.
You let out euphoric moans, it just feels so otherworldly. You get why everyone begs to sleep with this man, he's just that good.
"P-poe," you stammer out.
He raises his brow, bidding for an answer.
"I'm g-gonna…cum," you gasp out with him still bucking into you.
"Already?" He teases with a small laugh. He leans up into your ear. "Go ahead sweet girl."
You drop your head down to his neck, letting out a stream of moans as you relieve yourself onto him. In the midst of your orgasm you feel him pull out.
Confused, you look down to see his cum pooling into his hand. Oh damn.
You had forgotten you two hadn’t really planned to have sex so of cours eyou would forget protection. Though it’s also surprising that he came just as soon, you didn’t expect that from him.
You lean back up to meet his eyes. Sweat beads laid across his forehead, some streaming down the sides of his face. His hair was disheveled, but you liked him this way. It was a look you hadn’t seen from Dameron.
You were used to his messy and sweaty appearance after a long day of piloting, but this look was slightly different. He wasn’t flocked by tons of others boosting his ego, he wasn’t putting on a huge front, he was just here. He was just here showing you the most vulnerable state of himself.
You had most definitely overcome your drunkenness since you felt yourself realizing what had happened and a wave of emotions rushed over you.
How...what? No way.
Me and Dameron…just?
You stumbled off from top of him and sat quickly next to him.
In his bed, you realize again.
“I-uh,” You try speaking, but ultimately stop to keep yourself from slurring some incomprehensible sentence.
“Yeah sorry I didn’t expect to cum so soon either,” He speaks, his voice smooth as butter. “You were just so tight babe, I couldn’t help it,” He tacks on.
“No I…there’s no way we just..?”
He lets out a small laugh in response.
He then says your name and fuck it sounds so good coming from his mouth right now.
“Don’t act like you didn’t like it sweetheart. I knew you couldn’t pretend to hate me forever.”
Pretend?
Were you pretending?
Did you act this way to suppress your feelings?
Nope.He’s still an arrogant little shit. But maybe...you liked it? Liked the tension you two shared from being rivals?
“Fuck off,” is all you manage to say.
“C’mere,” He says, his arm stretching out to grab you by your shoulders and pull you into him. You sink into his side and lay your head upon his naked chest.
You trace circles on his chest and let out a small yawn.
“'M tired,” you mumble sleepily.
After that you couldn’t help yourself from drifting into sleep. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.