There was a chance, it seemed to the galaxy's most notorious man-child, that the all-powerful force had made a slight mistake. The ribbon of bond that connected both he and the strange "Rey from Nowhere" had slowed on it's consistent connections between the pair but they had yet to stop entirely. And at a point that he had begun to grow bored with the worn-through General Hux's report of an abandoned resistance base, a tremble caused his toes to curl and his legs to require support from the metal stabilizers in his suit. Now is really not a great time. He struggled to retain balance and choked out a dismissal to the red haired leader, who scampered from the room in the direction of a fresh troop.

The feeling consuming him forced him to stumble backwards into a chair, as it had broken his knees out from under him.

Sometimes these "visions" of sort began with what Rey was feeling, then switched over to her appearance and instant surrounding. But what in every star system had her this weak?

His chest beneath the black chest piece tingled and trembled unbearably. He met the dark material with a gloved hand, praying it would release the tension building beneath it. No relief came. Molten lava began to spill throughout his stomach, settling not uncomfortably in a more restricted area. He scanned the black material of his suit in hopes to find a demonstration of malfunction that had the ability to cause the rather pleasurable sensations. Nothing.

Something damp rubbed over his mouth and at that, the sensations stopped, only to be replaced with sound.

Poe, Poe, hell Poe, force almighty, Poe.

Before he could decode what he had just heard, the voice of the scavenger gave way to vision. And what a sight it was.

Spread over the walls of a rumpled quarters, was the desert rat herself. But only one of her arms was in contact with the wall, her fingers curled over the post of a metal headboard rung. The other was occupied by burying itself it the ruffled curls of his own mother's favored commander, who seemed rather busy with suckling her bare chest like a deprived babe.

They were both conjoined in the most intimate way possible, both glistening with sweat in the dim lighting of a makeshift solider's barrack. The muscles making up Leia's right hand man's back rippled with his thrusts, which were in no way gentle or slow paced.

Rey mumbled gibberish, her brows scrunched, often whimpering out her apparent lover's name.

It took only a few moments before Poe gave his final thrust and they both howled in release.

Really? That was it?

It occurred to him he probably wasn't in the position to judge, as he had neither seen how long their little escapade had been going and as a virgin himself, he doubted he would last much longer.

They were still connected and met lips a few times, whispering sweet nothings and overall taking comfort in each other.

It was then things got interesting.

The unnoticed door leading to the cramped quarters slid open to reveal a now shocked man. He looked uncannily similar to the stormtrooper that had gone rogue a few months prior. He stood, jaw dropped, in the presence of the two bare skinned rebels. Both said rebels chocked, and called out after the man who darted from the doorway. They met eyes again, laughed and then realized the severity of their compromising position to man who likely had a few questions. Poe unhooked his lover's leg from his waist and gathered an orange flight suit from the floor, pulling it hurriedly up his legs and tying the arms around his waist and after stealing another kiss from Rey, hurried out of the room after the man.

Rey herself leaned against the wall, laughing after Poe, wrapped arms crossed over her breasts.

Only when she turned to gather her scavenger attire from the floor did she see him.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. She crossed her legs to protect whatever dignity remained and glared at him.

"Get out."

With that he was forced from the vision, landing back into his personal office.

Yes, the force had made a rather uncomfortable mistake.