Fly-Boy (A Poe Dameron and Holdo starwarstopgun crossover romance)

by Hellyjellybean

'Mr Dameron, you need my recommendation before you can return to work.' 'I don't need anyone's permission.' Poe said leaning forward. 'I belong in the skies.' She met his eyes then and saw the fear that resided there. For all his bravado, Poe was just a frightened little boy on the inside. Afraid he would never be good enough and afraid she would let him try to be.

2. Chapter 2

Poe had lingered on her porch for sometime before knocking, wondering if he had made the right decision. He had prepared a rather lengthy speech on why he deserved to be cleared for duty but when she opened the door he just couldn't get the words out. It was clear she wasn't expecting visitors, she was wearing a pair of silk lounge pants and a loose top which hung off her right shoulder. The smell of vanilla was stronger now, and he found himself wondering if she had recently showered.

She looked so...different. Softer. He wondered what it would be like to run his hand over her exposed shoulder...fuck. He had lost it.

He hadn't been sure she was going to let him in, so his grateful smile at being permitted entry had been genuine. Her house was amazing. All cream with accents of gold and silver. He couldn't help but stare. When she put her hands on her hips and berated him, he almost laughed at how adorable she looked.

He had hoped she would be more open to listening to him in a more relaxed setting and for a moment she had looked almost tempted by his offer, as if there was something she wanted from him. It was... intriguing...then she had to spoil it by reverting to type almost instantly. He had been seconds away from heading for the door, when she said his name. No big deal, she said his name all the time but the way she had said it...the way she had exhaled the word, then lightly stroked his arm, he had never felt more turned on. She has barely touched him, and all he could think about was her body underneath his, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her eyes begging him to give her what she craved. He wanted to hear her say his name again. He wanted his name to burn on her lips as she arched against him and he realised then that he had lost the fight. He couldn't deny her anything in that moment so he had agreed to try things her way and the look of joy on her face made him feel good about the decision.

Poe dug his hands into his jeans pockets as the cold night air hit him. He resolved to play nice from now on, focus his efforts on getting back into the air and trying to learn all he could about Amilyn Holdo in the process.