A/N: I hope this is close enough to what you asked for. Merry Christmas, Rammy. (And to everyone else who happens to read this.) :D

Mira Claims Poe:

D61/26 ABY, Takodana

Mira strolled into the tavern located near the front door of Maz Kanata's massive castle and scanned the assembled pilots, mechanics, lowlifes, and scumbags gathered there. The rich and pompous sponsors and spectators of the Tashtor Classic wouldn't be caught dead in such a place, so they were most likely all enjoying the free room service that came with their very expensive and richly appointed rooms. The HUD in her helmet found a multitude of concealed and not so concealed weapons, vastly varying degrees of body heat, and showed her a veritable rainbow of eye colour as the curious gazes of the assembled turned to look at her.

Being a shapely female, and one of the somewhat rare Mandalorian variety, most kept their attention on her as she sauntered confidently towards the bar and the tiny ancient woman behind it. Mira employed the 360 degree camera in her HUD to keep an eye on all of them. Violence was prohibited in Maz's castle, but there was a first time for everything. (And it wouldn't be the first time.) Not to mention that Mira tended to inspire males to do stupid things without even trying.

Before she could make it to the bar, a male Weequay of indeterminate age called out, "Hey! Mando Girl! Long time no see!"

Mira turned and looked at the Weequay. He was wearing a long red coat, goggles, and a hat that just screamed, 'I'm a pirate!' There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't remember ever meeting him. Then again, she'd met dozens of Weequays in the last few years - most of them as skeezy as rancid rancor meat - so he might just look like one of them. (They did kind of all look the same, after all.) "Pardon me?" she said coldly.

The Weequay put a hand over his heart as if she'd shot him there. "Oh, the pain! You have forgotten me already? After all the adventures we had together?"

He's nuts! "I'm sorry, you must be confusing me with someone else."

Mira moved on, but his next words had her turning around again and gawking at him in surprise as he approached her and grabbed her hand, raising it to his mouth to kiss – making her very grateful she was wearing gloves. "Oh, I think not. But if that's how you want to pretend it is, then I can also pretend that you're not married to one of my oldest and best friends."

What the hell!? Mira snatched her hand back and nearly decked him with it as she clenched it into a fist, but she remembered Maz's 'no violence' rule at the last moment. She settled for glaring at him through her helmet for a second before deciding that wasn't good enough and snatched it off so he could feel her ire properly. "Excuse me?!"

Mira had the pleasure of watching him scan her from head to toe and back again, and not because he was checking her out in sexual way, but because he looked just as shocked as she was a second ago.

"Oh dear," he finally said, taking his hat off and pressing it against his chest with every sign of sincerity. "Please forgive me. I had no idea so much time had passed that the tiny youngling I met last had grown into…" he gestured at her person helplessly before finishing with, "all that." Mira just blinked at him, sure her mouth was agape. "And please don't tell your parents I propositioned you. Or did I proposition your mother?" He blinked and put his hat back on. "Whatever. Either way, it would be best if you didn't."

"Who the kriff are you?!" she finally spat out after she remembered how to talk.

His eyes widened and his hand went to his chest again. "You really don't remember me? Your favourite uncle, Hondo? I'm hurt, Mira. Truly."

At the name, suddenly she did remember. Not just the countless stories about the pirate that her family liked to tell if they wanted something to laugh about, but a flash of real memory of this man tossing her in the air and then pretending to be a starfighter for her as he flew her around the room, nearly accurate engine noises and all. She gasped and then laughed. "Uncle Hondo! I do remember you! You were my favourite starfighter by far." He was grinning when she flung her free arm around him and hugged him.

Hondo Ohnaka hugged her back, kissed the top of her head, and then let her go. "It's good to see you, my dear. But come, come," he gestured to his table and she sat down across from him. "Tell me what are you doing here, so far from home?"

Mira put her helmet on the table and leaned on it. "Can you keep a secret?"

Hondo smirked, his leathery brown skin stretching around his mouth. "Can I keep… My dear, I know more secrets than the New Republic Security Bureau! And I've even kept most of them!" he added with a wink.

She laughed. "Okay, good enough. I'm sure you'll keep mine anyway, if you don't want me to tell my dad you hit on Mom, vicariously or not."

"I don't know what that means, but I get the point," he chuckled. "Your secret is safe with me. So what is it?"

"I'm here to claim my cyar'ika," she whispered conspiratorially. "And my parents don't know it. They think I'm on a mission to find a missing bad guy. Which I am, technically, but I'm making a little side trip first."

He beamed and leaned forward, copying her whisper. "What fun! Who is he?"

"Do you know the racer, Poe Dameron?"

Hondo laughed as he leaned back in his chair, taking a big gulp from his mug of ale. It touched the table again before he spoke. "Do I know Dameron? My dear, everyone knows Dameron. He has friends from one side of the galaxy to the other, I swear." Hondo's eyes narrowed. "He's also notoriously standoffish with the ladies. No one's seen him touch a female in years. There's even some speculation that he's in a 'special' relationship with his droid, if you know what I mean. Are you sure you want him?"

Contrary to what Hondo probably believed, that was news that made her heart sing. And she wasn't worried about Poe's affection for BB-8. "I'm sure."

Hondo shrugged. "All right. You would know better, I suppose. You a Jedi too, under that Mando suit?"

Mira laughed. "Yeah, I am. Got the lasersword and everything," she winked.

He grinned in return. "You must be hiding it."

"I am," she smirked. "Never hurts to have a trick up my theoretical sleeve."

"No, that it does not," he said with an approving nod.

Mira waved away a serving droid who'd finally showed up to take her order and focused on Hondo again. "I was going to ask Maz, but you probably know just as well. Where can I find Poe right now?"

After another glug of ale, he told her.

In the row of temporary hangars that had been erected for the racers near the castle, Poe was working on his X-Wing, finishing the last touchup details on his paint job for the race. His head bobbed to the throbbing bass of Motley Crue's song, The Dirt, that BB was playing for him and he sang along as he concentrated on outlining his soaring phoenix symbol in front of the cockpit in a sunny yellow that matched the large number 30 on either side of the midnight blue and dark purple body.

His starfighters had all found themselves subject to new paint jobs after he'd met a certain Mando Jedi girl and he tried to keep them as current as possible to her ever-changing colours… with a little help from an amused and horribly teasing Ben, since Poe had no other way of knowing if his dreams were accurate or not. But it was worth it to Poe because he won more races flying her colours than he ever had before. He was inspired.

Or maybe it was just a complete coincidence, but he didn't care.

They never found a way to break us down. That's why we're still around.

Gimme the dirt, just gimme the dirt. Just Gimme what I want till it hurts. Just gimme the dirt, gimme the dirt. Let's take it to the top and watch it burn.

He didn't care for a few parts of the song, but the chorus and some of the other lines really resonated with him so it had been part of his pre-race playlist for years.

Finished with the phoenix, Poe moved his ladder to the back of the fighter and climbed back up to repaint the 'Colossus Fuel Station' on top of either wing in the same bright yellow, replacing the neon green it had been previously.

Gimme the dirt, just gimme the dirt. Just Gimme what I want till it hurts. Just gimme the dirt, gimme the dirt. Let's take it to the top and watch it burn.

As he finished the last 'u' and the last chorus of the song, it suddenly stopped and a feminine voice that haunted him said laughingly, "Interesting song choice. I love that band, but I usually skip that song. Don't like some of the lyrics."

Poe froze for half a second to make sure he wasn't dreaming and then he whipped around on the ladder to look behind him, leaving a long streak of yellow across the back of the s-foils.

BB beeped out a laugh, making Poe look back at the fighter before he could fully appreciate the girl standing beside his droid. "Kriffing hell," he cursed under his breath when he saw what he'd done.

But then he was whipping back around on the ladder and all but falling down it as he stumbled down the steps, leaving the paint sprayer behind to deal with the mess later.

He came to a stop on the last step, just staring at the vision before him. One, because she was kriffing beautiful, and two, because she looked exactly the same as she had in his last dream a few nights ago before his imaginary self had stripped everything off of her body. And he hadn't asked Ben yet if he'd seen her lately to confirm the colour changes. The fact that his dreams were so accurate was a little frightening, but Ben had said they were probably connected through the Force, so it wasn't that unusual. Poe hadn't completely believed him until this very second.

She smiled up at him, expression warm but a little hesitant. "Hello, Poe. Do you remember me?"

Poe's shocked brain was still processing as he looked at her with starving eyes. Her armour and hair matched his X-Wing; midnight blue with yellow and purple highlights. Her face was every bit as beautiful as he remembered, framed on one side by her long tresses hanging over her shoulder in a thick braid. And her sparkling amber eyes were somehow even more captivating than he remembered. And because his brain was about a minute behind the times, what came out of his mouth was, "I don't really like some of the lyrics either, but the rest is some of my favourite music of all time."

As she smiled wider, Poe realized he hadn't answered her question and flushed in embarrassment. He rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. "And, uhhhh, yeah, I do remember you. Hi, Mira."

"Hi," she said softly back, her eyes trained on him as if she was memorizing his features just as much as he was hers. He belatedly realized that he was making her really crane her neck to look up at him so he took the last step down. Silence stretched between them for a minute or two while he felt as though his entire world had just been made right, until she eventually broke eye contact and bent to rub a hand over BB's dome in greeting, receiving a happy purr in return, and saying, "Home Sweet Home is my fav Motley Crue song."

It's mine now too, Poe thought through the daze that had overtaken his brain, only worsened by her action which put her prime arse on display beyond the modest jetpack attached to her back. He wanted to touch the perfect curves so much it nearly hurt. He peeled his eyes back up to her face just as she was straightening. "That's a great song too," he said belatedly. "Beautiful." Like you.

She blushed, eyes ducking shyly for a moment before she met his again. "Thank you. I think you're beautiful too."

She thinks I'm… Oh stars. Wait. I didn't… Poe's eyebrows rose and he shook his head. "Ummmm, I didn't say that out loud."

"You didn't?" she whispered.

"No," he whispered back, swallowing hard. He knew Jedi could read minds, but this seemed like more than that. She acted as though she was surprised by the fact that she had read his. Something Ben had said about his Force Bond with Rey resurfaced about how they shared thoughts without even trying. Is Ben right? Do Mira and I have a Force Bond too?

Mustering every ounce of courage he possessed, Poe asked, "Mira, do you… Do you have… dreams? About us? Is that why you're here?" Please say that's why you're here. Please.

Without taking her eyes off his face, Mira put her helmet on BB's dome and reached up to cup his jaw, her gloves rasping over his dark stubble that he really wished he'd shaved off this morning. Poe stopped breathing. "Yes, Poe Dameron, I have dreams. Hot, sweaty, naughty dreams." Her husky tone stopped his heart too. "That's why I'm here. I've come to claim my cyar'ika."

He raised his hands to rest over hers, holding her much smaller fingers with a butterfly touch. "I don't know what a cyar'ika is, but I sure hope it's me." His heart had refound its rhythm and was now pounding at roughly the speed of light.

"It is you."

I've never heard three better words in my life.

Mira tugged on his head gently and Poe groaned out, "Thank kriff," as he leaned down to kiss her.

When Mira had first walked in to the prefab hangar bay, she'd had to take a second to admire the gleaming X-Wing in its fresh paint job. Then it had dawned on her that it was painted the same colours she was and that if she thought back over the last few years, it wasn't the first time Poe's racers (he had three, the lucky nerf) had been painted the same as her.

Either Poe had been spying on her just as frequently as she'd been spying on him, or he was having dreams too.

She was betting on the later, considering how kriffing realistic they had been. Like they were actually interacting.

The next thing she'd registered was the heavy and almost angry beat of the song he was listening to. Being from one of the many bands that made it on to her playlist, she'd recognized it, but it wasn't one she particularly liked. But that didn't matter, because her helmet was picking up his voice above the music, and he seemed to be enjoying what he was singing with loud enthusiasm, so that had made her like it too.

She'd then walked around the X-Wing to get a better view of him and found herself looking up at a prime male arse in beige khakis as he painted the top of the s-foils. The rest of him was covered in a brown leather jacket, but it didn't disguise his broad shoulders or narrow waist in the slightest. And above that was the short dark brown locks that her fingers already knew were silky soft to the touch and perfect for burying in. She'd pulled off her helmet to get an even better view, breathing in the familiar scent of paint.

BB-8 had then nudged her leg, getting her attention. She'd smiled at the droid and made a cutting motion, and he'd bobbed his dome, indicating that he'd understood.

As the music stopped, she couldn't help commenting on it, and Poe's shock at her intrusion to his sanctuary was one of the best reactions she'd ever seen. Including messing up his meticulous paint job.

And when he'd walked down the ladder, well, let's just say her heart had forgotten how to work properly as it both raced and stuttered.

Because he was just as drop dead gorgeous as ever, and he'd looked at her as if he'd just caught a glimpse of Force Heaven.

She hadn't been expecting to be able to hear his thoughts, but it made perfect sense in hindsight; they were already telepathically connected. If he'd had even a quarter share of Force talent, he would have been able to hear her thoughts too.

It was probably best that he couldn't. Considering they were a jumble of fangirl-like simpering and things like, Force, this is actually happening.

And then he kissed her and everything in the galaxy seemed to stop and wait with baited breath for a moment before bursting into joyous fireworks as the Force sang and the bond between them thrummed with energy, which then resonated through her body in the most delicious way. She hoped he felt at least some of that as well, because her first kiss would live forever in her memory as one of the sweetest, most amazing experiences of her life.

It had been perfect. Like they'd already done it a thousand times. Possibly because they had, in their dreams.

When he pulled back to search her eyes with his shining chocolate ones, their fingers were intertwined and resting on his chest. She could feel the pounding of his heart through his black t-shirt. "Nothing has ever felt more right in my life," he said softly. "I'm pretty sure this feeling making my chest ache like I just crashed is called love, and I've never felt it like this before."

Mira melted at his words, bringing tears to her eyes. "That's what a cyar'ika is, Poe. You're my beloved soulmate and no one will ever compare to you. I love you too." His thumbs rubbed over the top of her hands and she cursed her gloves. Those are coming off as soon as I get my hands back.

So fast… She heard his thought before he voiced it. "How is this progressing so fast? Ben told me about Force Bonds, but he didn't mention the love at first sight thing."

She tugged her hands free and wrapped them around his neck as she stepped closer to him, thrilling as his arms came around her in return. And then she was cursing her jetpack. Force, I'm so overdressed. At least I can get rid of these. Her gloves were tugged off while behind his neck and tossed to the trampled grass underfoot. Her fingers immediately found sanctuary in the curls at the nape of his neck and it was just as soft as she expected it to be. "The Force bond is a first sight thing, usually. The love… that isn't. But we've been dreaming together for two years through the Force. Our souls have been in love for a long time."

He blinked a couple times as he processed that. "Oh. That makes sense." And then he was giving her that glorious white smile and bending down towards her again. (He was about ten centimetres taller than her.) "Can I kiss you again?" he whispered with his mouth all but touching hers already.

"I'd probably hurt you if you didn't," she whispered back, making him laugh and sending his warm breath over her face.

Then their mouths were fused again in a perfect blend of too much pressure and just enough, with each movement brushing his rough cheeks against hers and making it so much better. And oh, glorious day, he'd picked her up by the ass too, inspiring her to wrap her legs around his waist. She could feel every one of his fingers through her bodysuit and his heated kisses were sending her brain into orbit.

At some point, he tried to push her up against the side of the ladder, but it rolled away and they ended up falling to the grass in a surprised whoosh, but that somehow just made it better as his weight settled over her. After looking at each other with wide eyes for a second, the kissing had resumed, more frantic than ever and she didn't care one little bit that the jetpack was making her spine arch uncomfortably.

There was only one thought left in her brain and it went something like this:

Thank kriff neither Mom or Grandma is here, because his tongue in my mouth is kriffing amazing and I'd hate for one of them to cut it off.

But Poe was proving to be even smarter and more considerate in real life than he was in her dreams, because the next thing she knew, they were rolling over and she was on top of him.

And oh, she liked this so much better, she realized as she took over control of the kiss and took her turn exploring the textures and flavours of his mouth.

With his hands kneading her arse and the sexiest moans escaping his throat, she was fairly certain he didn't mind the shift of dominance either.

Around that time, a curious Weequay pirate cracked open the door to the hangar bay and peeked inside. He watched the entwined figures on the ground for a minute before he closed the door with a satisfied chuckle and then walked away. Ezra owes me a hundred credits. How he could bet against his Mando daughter not having Dameron pinned to the ground in half an hour or less is beyond me.

And… I maybe should have told the girl that I can't keep a secret if there's possible credits on the line.

Oh well. Maybe Ezra will be better at it than I am.