A/N: Whelp! This is where the smut begins! For those that would rather not, best stop reading after Poe explains the ring to Rey. As for the rest of you filthy heathens, enjoy!

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The water was cool, but not cold, and it was so clear she could see the bottom of the pool. She walked out, getting deeper and deeper the closer she got to the waterfall. As soon as he was sure she was coming into the water, Poe had moved under the waterfall, using it as a natural shower. He stood under the veil of water, face tilted up, exposing his throat. She caught her breath at the sight. Okay, she'd never been turned on by a man's neck before, but then this wasn't just any man.

She stopped when the water was just above her waist, for the first time noticing that he had the bottle of soap in his hand. He stepped out from under the stream of water and poured a small amount of soap on his palm, then he tossed it to her before scrubbing what he had in his hand into his hair. "Come on," he told her, nodding toward the waterfall as he used both hands to wash his hair. "You shouldn't need too much to get your hair scrubbed if you want." He grinned. "I don't have conditioner, though."

Rey laughed. "Not worried about that right now," she told him honestly. Quickly, she undid the messy French braid that had been holding her hair in place since the day at the schoolhouse. Some strands were tangled and knotted where they had come out of the braid, but she didn't care; the idea of scrubbing her itchy scalp clean was too much to resist. Soon, she ducked under the waterfall, too, rinsing off. She and Poe handed the bottle back and forth as they continued to scrub themselves clean, Rey laughing as Poe scrubbed his beard last. Rey felt absolutely divine!

Finally, Poe tossed the almost empty bottle back onto the shore. "If I have my way, we'll be able to get a real shower tomorrow, but just in case…"

"Your friends in Ajara?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded. "The problem will be contacting them without getting noticed."

"How big is Ajara?" Rey asked. She knew there were very few actual 'cities' in Ajan Kloss.

"Not a whole lot bigger than the village we came from," Poe told her. "But it's got a big all-purpose store that most of the villages in the area use for supplies, so it's well known."

Rey nodded, her glance falling on the ring around his neck automatically. He saw where she was looking and picked it up, holding it carefully in his fingers. "It was my mother's," he told her. "My dad gave it to me after she died. Told me she would have wanted me to give it to my future spouse." He shrugged. "I almost didn't bring it with me, afraid I would lose it. But I couldn't stand the thought of not having it." He let it go and it settled back on his chest.

Rey couldn't deny the relief she felt at his explanation. She stepped forward and reached out to touch the ring, touching the skin of his chest as she did so. "It's lovely," she said. "And sweet," she added. "It's as if she's protecting you." She raised her eyes from the ring to his face and wasn't surprised to see his eyes had become hooded once more. It was a look she wanted to see more of. Often.

She stepped even closer, her heart thudding hard in her chest. She was positive he could feel it as she pressed her chest against his, her lips parting as she felt her nipples rub against him, uncaring that there was still a thin layer of material between them. She took in a deep breath as she felt his hands land on her hips, his fingers firm on the skin bared by her plain cotton hipsters. She felt a shiver run up her entire body as she brought her arms up around his neck. His eyes never left hers.

Finally, he closed the tiny distance between them, and she gave a little mewl as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue immediately dipping into her mouth. Her arms tightened as she brought her body flush against his, instinctively rubbing herself against him, reveling in the feel of his calloused hands as they ran over her buttocks and thighs, squeezing her gently from time to time. Without even realizing what she was doing, she hitched one of her legs up over his hip, opening herself up to him, recognizing and reacting to the hardness she could feel rubbing against her center.

"Gah!" Poe gasped as he pulled away from her, drawing in air like he was drowning. But it only took a second before he dived down to start licking and sucking on her neck, his fingers digging into her ass, pulling her into him. She started rocking her hips, feeling his hardness rubbing her through her panties. The feeling made her want to scream. Never had she managed to make herself feel this good. But as wonderful as it felt, she wanted more.

Using the buoyancy created by the water to help her, she brought her other leg up and hooked her ankles behind him, rubbing herself mercilessly along his length now, crying out at the sensations.

"Jesus, Rey!" he exclaimed, and she realized his own hips were working into her. His mouth moved back up to kiss her chin, then her cheek, moving to her ear, his beard burning across her skin with thrilling friction.

She needed the clothing that separated them gone! She needed him in her, now! "Please, Poe!" she gasped. "Make love to me!"

"Fuck!" he groaned. "I can't, sweetheart," he told her, bringing his face back to look at her. He brought one hand up from where he had been holding her and pushed wet strands of hair off of her face. "I don't have anything to protect you."

What? Her brain was fuzzy for a second. Oh! He meant a condom! She shook her head. "You don't need to protect me, Poe," she told him. "I want babies!"

He smiled, but there was pain it. "I do, too, honey," he told her. "But that's not what I'm talking about." She stopped moving, looking at him with wide eyes. "Rey, I've been here for over two years. I've…" he took a deep breath.

"You've been with other women," Rey finished for him.

He nodded. "Just two," he told her. "I had relationships with both. I cared for them." He paused. "We were careful most of the time, but I can't guarantee anything." He kissed her gently. "I'm not risking you that way."

Rey felt her heart drop. Here she was, mostly naked and clinging to him like a monkey in the middle of a jungle paradise, but it wasn't going to go farther than this?

He dropped his head forward and rested his forehead on hers. "I have an idea," he said softly. "Do you trust me?"

She brought a hand up to stroke his beard. "Of course, I do."

He gave her what she could only describe as a wicked smile and proceeded to wade through the water toward the shore, both hands on her butt again, not letting her go. He stepped onto the grass next to the pool and carried her over to his pack. He let her go and she obediently dropped her legs down, setting her feet back on the ground. He reached into his pack and pulled out one of his blankets, laying it down on the grass right at their feet. He looked at her, a flash of something naughty in his eye.

"Lay down," he told her, his voice quiet, but demanding.

Rey felt another chill as she kneeled down on the blanket, then sat, leaning back on her elbows. He smiled and got down on his knees next to her. He leaned over her, and she let herself drop onto her back as he kissed her, long and deep. Then he left her lips and started working his way down, sucking and licking as he went. First her chin, then her throat, then her collarbone. His lips hit the edge of her camisole, and she felt one of his hands touch her ribcage and work its way up, taking the cami with it. She felt the sultry air of the jungle on her bare breasts as he worked the material up and over them. Then his mouth was there, on her breasts, and she jumped at the sensation.

He looked up at her and smiled. "No bra?" he asked.

She raised her head to look at him. "Does it look like I need one?" she asked, unable to control her sarcasm even now. She wasn't at all large in that department.

He laughed and looked back down at her, and she felt his hand gently grasp one of breasts, his thumb flicking over her nipple. She gasped and arched her back. She had never really understood what the fuss was about; whenever she touched her own breasts, she felt only a vague sense of pleasure. Now she understood. "Oh, God!" she cried as he carefully squeezed her.

"So perfect," he said softly. "So sensitive." With another grin, he ducked his head and started licking her other breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple.

Rey felt her whole body jump and she squealed. "Oh, my God!" she cried as she felt a gush of wetness flood her core. She had never imagined it could feel this good! She brought her hand up to grab his hair, still wet from their bath. "Poe!" she cried as the licking became sucking, and her hips started rocking automatically, searching for more.

He noticed her movements and lifted his head from her breast. He looked at her, and once more his grin was devilish. "Looks like I'm wanted elsewhere," he said as he slid his body down hers. He kissed her belly button, then pushed himself up, kneeling next to her once more. He brought his fingers to the elastic band of her panties and looked at her. "May I?" he asked.

Rey swallowed and nodded, unable to speak. Was he really going to..?

He pulled off the panties, sliding them erotically down her legs, and tossed them over by his pack, then he shuffled over to grab her knees and started to gently pry her legs apart. She resisted, but only a bit, and he looked at her with a smirk, shaking his head. "Let me in, Angel," he demanded.

With a shudder, she did, feeling more vulnerable than she had ever been before as she watched him settle between her legs. He brought his arms up under her thighs and rested his hands on top of them, his fingers gripping her firmly. Her heart was about to thud out of her chest as she watched him, and she swore it skipped a beat when she felt the tickle of his beard on her inner thighs. He kissed her, open mouthed and wet, on that soft area of skin, then he worked his way toward her center. Her head dropped back as his mouth found her, and her hips jerked as she felt his tongue swipe up her slit. She began to whimper, her pelvis rocking into his mouth, her hands gripping the blanket underneath her.

She couldn't keep up with the sensations. He used his tongue, his lips, even his teeth, alternating between her pussy, her clit, and inner thighs, never staying too long in one spot. The intensity would build and grow and then he would suddenly change up what he was doing, and she would gasp, frustrated and yet so glad it wasn't over, yet. When he added a finger to the equation, she cried out so powerfully he jerked his head up to look at her.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

All she could do was nod.

"You let me know if I do anything you don't like, okay, Angel?"

She nodded again, thinking to herself that it was highly unlikely that would happen.

She dropped her head back again as he once more brought a finger to her entrance and slowly slid it inside. She moaned and rocked her hips into his hand. His fingers were not only bigger than her own, but he went in a lot deeper than she had ever been comfortable with. "Poe!" she gasped as she felt his tongue on her clit.

He looked up at her. "Yes, Rey?" His voice was unfairly calm.

She took a couple of deep breaths. "More!" she finally answered.

"Your wish is my command," he said with a smile, and she felt a second finger join the first.

Rey drew her lower lip into her mouth, biting down hard enough to make it hurt, trying to prevent more embarrassing noises from coming out. Poe noticed. "Don't be quiet, Angel," he told her. "I want to hear you." He started pumping his fingers in and out of her, and she did as he asked and stopped trying to prevent the cry that erupted from her. She started moving her hips, matching his rhythm, and when he once more brought his mouth to her, sucking on her clit, she felt the pressure rise to unbearable heights.

"Poe!" she cried.

"Let it go, sweetheart," he told her, and she felt his voice vibrate on her clit. "Come for me!"

The orgasm hit her and she screamed, feeling her whole body convulse. Without thought, one of her hands grabbed his hair, holding him to her as she arched up off of the ground. He continued to suck and pump, not stopping as wave after wave washed over her. Finally, panting, she felt herself go limp. His fingers left her, and she sobbed a bit at the loss of his touch.

Rey opened her eyes to see him getting up on his feet and walking over to his pack. He pulled out a handkerchief and walked over to the water, dipping the rag into the pool. Then he got up and walked back toward her. She couldn't help but notice his boxers were impressively tented. She leaned up on her elbows, feeling more than a bit shaky, as he once more kneeled down next to her. He looked her in the eye and gently began cleaning between her legs.

The act was strangely more intimate than what he had just done to her.

She swallowed. "What about you?" she asked, her voice gravely.

"Don't worry about me," he told her, leaning forward to kiss her. She was startled by the taste on his lips. It was a bit salty, different but not unpleasant. Her. She was tasting herself. "This was all about you."

"Poe?" She was ready to argue.

"Shhhh…" he told her, touching her lips with an index finger. Then he leaned back and gave her a soft smile. "That was the most incredible thing I have ever seen," he told her.

"I've never…" she started. "It's never felt like that before," she told him. "I never really understood why it was such a big deal," she laughed. "Now I do."

He grinned at her, then he sat up. She noticed he looked a bit more comfortable, now. "How 'bout we do a little laundry before nightfall?"

She furrowed her brows. "You can go from what you just did to me to laundry?"

He laughed. "Just trying to keep my mind and body under control, sweetheart," he told her with a wink.

He opened her pack and pulled out one of her blankets, handing it to her. "If we're going to get anything done, I'd appreciate not getting distracted." His eyes roamed her body, making her shiver.

"Oh, you want me to cover up?" she said with a grin.

"For now," he told her. "Just for now."

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