A/N: Okay, my darling readers! This is where the smut begins!

For those of you who don't want to read it, please stop when Rey removes her dress, but make sure you jump to the very last line so you can mentally prepare for the next chapter!

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What the hell was going on?

Rey felt like she was literally on the edge of her seat as Poe continued to drive them silently to the cabin. She was pretty sure that's where they were going, anyway. And she didn't understand at all what he hoped to accomplish by doing this. Was he trying to make her feel better after her confession earlier? Knowing she never did like big parties and crowds, did he think avoiding this last event would make her happy? More likely he was trying to ensure she wouldn't take the job in California and leave Aldera. She closed her eyes. No. Poe may be blind to a lot of things, but he wasn't that selfish, was he?

As her mind raced through the possible reasons he had for stealing her away, they came to the turn for the cabin. It was still light out, as the sun didn't set until almost nine o'clock this time of year, but the shadows created by the trees along the short gravel drive reminded her how late in the evening it was. They pulled up to the cabin and parked.

Rey watched as Poe exited the car and walked around to open her door. She took his proffered hand if only because she needed his assistance to get out with the full skirt she was wearing, but she pulled away as soon as she was standing. He grimaced, but said nothing as they walked up the steps to the porch and to the front door. She glanced around, making note that there were no other vehicles in the vicinity. Still, she stopped at the door as he unlocked it and looked at him accusingly.

"There's not going to a be a crowd of people in there yelling 'surprise' when you open the door, is there?"

Poe looked horrified. "Of course not!" he exclaimed. "I would never do that to you!" He opened the door and stepped aside to let her pass him.

She stepped in, stopped, and stared.

"Surprise!" Poe said softly in her ear from behind her, making her shiver.

The main room of the cabin had been transformed. The table in the dining area had been pushed up to the counter and the furniture in the living area had all been moved into the corner, leaving the floor completely open. Balloons and streamers in pearlescent blue, purple, and dark pink dotted the ceiling, and strings of white LED Christmas lights hung on the wall, circling the entire room. White pearlescent butterflies dangled from the balloons and lights and the late evening sun shining through the west windows made everything glow. Rey's eyes were drawn to the sign hanging over the fireplace: Iridescence.

It was a recreation of her Senior Prom.

Poe closed the door behind them and moved quickly across the room to the fireplace. He picked up the ipod sitting on the mantle and fiddled with it. 'Only You Can Love Me This Way' by Keith Urban began playing from the speakers sitting on either side of the fireplace. He walked back toward Rey, who had not moved from where she had stopped inside the door, and looked at her with trepidation.

"I had Finn fix this up," he told her. "It's from his memory of that night, so anything he got wrong, you can blame him."

Rey just blinked at him, stunned.

Poe licked his lips. "I was told tonight that you had a horrible Prom, and I was told that it was my fault." He shrugged. "I know this won't make up for that night. But I really needed to get your attention, and I thought maybe this would be the way to do it."

Rey tried to collect herself, trying not to let her emotions take over. "Did Finn tell you about that night?" she asked. Why would Finn have even noticed her heartbrokenness?

Poe shook his head. "Rose did."

Rey closed her eyes. How much had Rose told him? She couldn't be mad at her friend. After all, she had made Rose promise not to tell Poe she loved him, but Rey had already done that. Rose had no more secrets to keep. She opened her eyes as she heard Poe move closer. He was holding out his hand.

"Dance with me?" he asked.

Taking a deep breath, she took his hand and let him lead her to the center of the room. She let him pull her in close, placing her left hand on his shoulder, but she still didn't look directly at him. She couldn't. She was afraid if she did, she would start crying. Hadn't she promised herself she wouldn't cry anymore? But the setting. The song. The man. It was too much.

As the song ended, she cleared her throat and finally met his gaze. His eyes were intense and focused solely on her, and she felt a bit unnerved by his scrutiny. "So," she started. "You have my attention."

A new song started up, and she and Poe stared at each other for a moment as Kelly Clarkson began singing 'My Life Would Suck Without You.' Poe started laughing and Rey couldn't help but smile. Poe shook his head and stepped back away from Rey, keeping her hand in his, then pulled her back into him, spinning her around to the faster beat. Rey rolled her eyes, but didn't fight him, and soon found herself following his lead as he continued to dance to the song, his eyes bright and his smile beautiful. Rey was very aware of the way her skirt swished around them as they moved, and though she felt a little uncoordinated moving so quickly while wearing four-inch heels, Poe's secure hold on her kept her vertical.

By the time the song ended, they were both laughing and breathless. Rey was leaning on Poe when the next song began. Her smile faded as she realized what it was and she straightened up and tried to back away, but Poe wasn't letting her go. He kept his arm tight around her waist, grabbing up her right hand and tucking it close to his chest. Bruno Mars had always been one of Rey's favorite artists, and when his 'Just the Way You Are' began playing, her heart refused to slow its pace.

Though the beat of the song was fairly fast, Poe continued to hold her tight and he watched her closely, as if he knew exactly the effect this song was having on her. She found that she couldn't look away.

"Poe?" she whispered.

"Do you know why I didn't show up that night?"

Grimacing, Rey looked away for a moment, but she brought her eyes back to his as she answered. "Because Qi'ra and alcohol were more important?"

Poe shook his head. "Because I was scared," he told her.

"Of what?"

"You," he said simply. Then he rolled his eyes. "And your father."

Rey was shocked. "My father?"

"I knew that I would not be able to resist you, all dressed up and beautiful. I wouldn't be able to keep looking at you as if you were my best bud. My confidant. My sister." He shook his head. "I knew I wouldn't be able to deny how much I wanted you. And if I gave in, if I danced with you and told you how I really felt, not only would you hate me, but your father would kill me."

Rey frowned. "Poe, I don't understand."

"Rey, I loved you," he told her, his expression almost pained. "I was in love with you. But I had been told over and over again by your father that I couldn't love you that way. That I would never be good enough for you. So, I wouldn't let myself love you. I kept telling myself that you could never love me back, so why bother?" He had stopped dancing and he had pulled away from Rey a bit. "I spent over ten years telling myself these things. Trying to find what I wanted in other women, knowing deep down they could never compare to you." He shook his head and gave a self-depreciating laugh. "I thought I was protecting you. Making sure you had the freedom to find your happiness, and instead I just kept hurting you. Over and over again."

Bruno had stopped singing. Lifehouse's classic 'You and Me' started.

"I love you, Rey," Poe whispered harshly. "I always have. And I always will." He took in a deep, shuddering breath and blinked rapidly, as if he was fighting tears. "I'm not going to ask you to stay. I've already asked too much of you. But you need to know that I don't want to give up on this marriage. That I want to make it real. That I want to spend the rest of my life making up for the last ten years."

Rey was trembling. This, she had not expected. She had expected him to use their friendship, their bond, to encourage her to stay. That he was telling her he loved her… it was a dream come true. A decade long fantasy being fulfilled, right here on a fake dance floor in the middle of a mountain cabin.

She wanted to laugh. To cry. To run. To hug him. To hit him. To tell him she loved him again. To tell him to go to hell.

She had made up her mind. She saw her future and he wasn't a part of it. Why did he have to do this now? Why, when she had finally broken free from him?

Because, she hadn't. She knew she hadn't. And maybe she never would.

"Rey?"

His whispered plea tugged at her. She knew what she had to do. But maybe, just maybe, she could live this fantasy just a little longer.

With a soft cry, she moved forward, taking his face in between her hands and kissing him. There was no shyness, no hesitation. Though he seemed startled by her onslaught, he responded quickly enough. His arms wrapping around her, his lips parting, his tongue meeting hers with vigor. She threw her arms around his neck, bringing one hand up to burrow in his hair.

With Lifehouse still playing, she pulled away slowly, then with a small smile, she backed up. She grabbed his hand in hers and turned toward the steps that led to the bedrooms. He followed, his eyes wide. Lifting her skirts, she stepped up the stairs, then turned toward the bedroom Poe always used when they stayed, the one with the larger bed. The room was dusky, the late evening light turning it a pinkish color as the sun began to set, still providing enough illumination to keep it from being dark. She dropped Poe's hand and stepped toward the middle of the room. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him.

He was watching her warily now, his expression uncertain. She had to fix that. Without breaking eye contact with him, she casually untied the sash-like belt that was cinched around her waist, then let it drop to the floor. She reached behind her and pulled down the short zipper along the small of her back, then she reached up behind her neck, finding the two tiny hook-and-eye fasteners and undoing them. She watched as Poe's expression changed, as he realized what she was doing. She looked directly into his eyes and slowly brought the front of her dress down, exposing her bare breasts. She could tell he was having a very hard time keeping eye contact with her, and his breathing quickened. She smiled and continued to let the dress fall over her hips. The only thing she was wearing underneath were her favorite pair of pink silk panties, a garter belt, and stockings. As the dress dropped down to her feet, or as far as the full skirts would allow, she held out her hand to him.

"A little help?" she said brazenly.

She saw him swallow and step forward to take her hand. Using his support, she stepped out of the dress. His eyes raked her from head to toe and he took a shuddering breath as he did so. Her own body felt overheated and she knew she was probably blushing; she blushed so easily. She released his hand and bent to retrieve the dress off the floor.

"Since only you and Rose have seen me in this, I guess I can wear it again someday," she teased, tossing it gently over the back of the chair in the corner. Then she turned toward Poe again.

He had collected himself somewhat, and his dark eyes were once more focused on her face. He stepped toward her, moving into her space without touching her. "You always wear stockings, don't you," he murmured. "I never see panty hose hanging on your shower rod."

"I hate panty hose," she said softly. "Too restricting. Makes me feel like I'm suffocating."

"I used to wonder," he continued. She could feel his breath on her cheek. "Whenever I saw you in a dress, if you were wearing this underneath." He reached out with both hands and touched the straps of the garter belt with the tips of his fingers. "Then I would force myself to stop thinking things like that. Not about you. Not about my Rey."

Rey was trembling now, wanting his touch as badly as she wanted her next breath. "Poe?" she whispered. "Please?"

"Please what?" he breathed against her lips.

"Please?" she gasped. She moved her lips forward that last centimeter, and felt him respond immediately, kissing her hard. He suddenly stepped into her, making her back up. Her legs hit the edge of the bed and she let herself fall back onto it. Instead of following her down, he grabbed her under her arms and lifted her, pushing her back even more, placing one knee on the bed between her legs. She gasped, more than a little surprised by the ease in which he lifted and moved her. He made eye contact with her and gave her what could only be described as a devilish smile, then he lowered himself down between her legs.

She watched as he focused on the straps of the garter belt, easily detaching them from her stockings. Once all four were undone, he grabbed the elastic of her panties, looking at her once more, asking silently for not only her permission, but her assistance. With a sigh, she lay back and lifted her hips. He pulled off her underwear and tossed them over his shoulder with a smile. Her resulting laughter turned into another gasp as he gently spread her thighs. He began kissing the inside of her right thigh, moving up quickly until his lips had reached her core. She began whimpering as his tongue carefully began to explore her folds. She felt a rush of moisture flow from her, and his resulting growl made her arch her back, pushing herself closer. Shuddering, she grabbed his hair with one hand, tangling her fingers in his soft curls. She had only ever had a man go down on her twice before, and both times Ben had seemed uncomfortable doing it, making Rey just as uncomfortable. There was no awkwardness from Poe, no uncertainty. His lips and tongue played her like an instrument, and the sensations were absolutely magical. She couldn't stop the noises that emanated from her, the gasps and moans and cries. She arched upward again, only to have him bring his arms around her hips, his hands on her belly, lacing his fingers together and holding her down. He continued the assault on her senses, his tongue strumming her clit with precision. Finally, she could take no more. Her vision blurred and she felt tears seep from the corners of her eyes as her orgasm took control. She cried out, loud and long, as he continued to work her through it.

Her body became limp, her thighs quivering, as she took in large gulps of air. Eventually she became aware of one of her stockings being pulled gently down her leg, her shoes already gone. She opened her eyes and watched as Poe removed the other one, then reached for the clasp on the garter belt, removing it as well. She felt shock roll through her as she gradually realized that he was still dressed in his tux, bow tie and all, and she was now completely naked.

"Why am I not surprised that you're really good at that?" she said, her voice rough.

He smiled wickedly at her. "Why am I not surprised that you taste like ambrosia?" He leaned down over her, taking her lips with his, and she tasted what he spoke of. He straightened up and began to tug at his tie.

Rey sat up and pushed herself further back onto the bed, never taking her eyes from him as he slowly undressed. He took far less care with his tuxedo than she had her dress, and it didn't take long for him divest himself of everything until he was as naked as she. She let her gaze roam his form; it was familiar to her, as she had seen him more than once in nothing but swim trunks or boxers, but her eyes were immediately drawn to the one feature she had yet to see, though she had imagined it often enough.

It didn't disappoint. A little more than average in length, he was thick, and he was very aroused. She couldn't help licking her lips, anxious to return the favor he had just given her.

He seemed to know what she was thinking. "Not right now," he told her, his voice deep and slightly strained. "Later." He crawled onto the bed and over her, sliding effortlessly between her spread thighs. He kissed her again, and she felt the weight of his arousal against her pelvis. She arched up into him and he brought his lips down to her neck, then her upper chest, then her breast, teasing her there with his teeth. Suddenly, he pushed himself up and spread his knees, positioning himself at her entrance, grabbing her thighs and stretching them open even more. He looked at her, a question in his eye.

She nodded. She knew that he knew she was on the pill; she kept the case in his medicine cabinet, after all. And she knew they were both clean, having both been tested before their wedding.

Still, Poe hesitated. He looked at her, his brow furrowed. "Do you know how many times I've imagined this?" he asked in a harsh whisper.

Rey felt tears once more form in her eyes at his question. Why, she thought? Why had they waited so long?

Clenching his jaw, Poe pushed forward, his cock sliding effortlessly inside her soaked pussy.

"Oh, my God," Rey moaned. The pressure, the fullness, it felt so good! She had expected it to be at least slightly uncomfortable; it had been a few years since Ben, and he had been her only lover. But this… this just felt right.

Poe was watching her with hooded eyes, pushing in until he couldn't any more, holding her thighs almost perpendicular to her body. She felt exposed like never before, and she reveled in it. When he began to move, she closed her eyes and tried to absorb the sensations.

"Fuck," she heard him say. "You're so tight!" He began to move faster. "Please tell me I'm not hurting you."

She huffed a laugh and opened her eyes to look at him. "Oh, God, no!" she exclaimed. "So good! Oh, God, Poe, it's so good!"

"Stop feeding my ego by calling me God," he told her with a mischievous grin. His hips started moving faster, his thrusts harder.

Rey's laugh turned into a moan as the pressure inside her built. She arched her back and the change in angle caused her to squeal. "Oh, shit!" she said.

Poe noticed and adjusted his own angle. "Right there?" he asked.

Rey nodded. "Yeah!" she breathed.

His thrusts quickened even more and Rey felt another orgasm within reach. She touched his hands where they were holding her thighs and slid her own hands up to grasp his wrists, raising her upper body off the bed slightly. "More!" she breathed. "More!"

He drove into her faster and faster, and soon she felt her body convulse. As she closed her eyes, absorbed by the feeling, she heard Poe grunt and a warmth filled her. Her orgasm flared up in response to his ejaculation and she cried out, opening her eyes to see his own rapturous expression. She smiled, joy filling her. That they could find such ecstasy with each other, just this once…

Before she said goodbye.

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