31 ABY

"So, we good, sweetheart?" Poe asked earnestly when their laughs died away.

She smiled at him. Not one induced by alcohol or one meant to tease him; a good, real smile. He really liked her smile. "Yeah, we're good. . . Poe." She had been tempted to call him 'commander' but the last time she had called him that was in bed, and he had seemed to like it a little too much.

Poe had been expecting to hear the title, too. And even though he liked hearing his name roll off her tongue, he missed hearing 'commander' from her too. Just thinking about it made him antsy and warm again, so he looked away from her with a nod, cleared his throat, and started towards the door, trying to shove aside his intrusive thoughts of them being alone in a storage unit.

Karena had felt his flush of emotions through the Force and felt the need to be rash again. Without thinking, she called out, "Commander." His hand stilled over the button to unlock the door, and he glanced back at her. Karena grabbed his arm and pulled him to her, leaning up to kiss him.

Poe responded immediately, setting his hands on her hips and holding her against him. She laced her fingers up into his curls. They had both missed the feel of each other's lips on theirs, soft and needy and warm.

The kiss didn't last long, just a few seconds.

When Karena pulled out of the lip lock, Poe tore his hands from her hips and grabbed her hands, taking them away from his hair and holding them. "Okay, now I'm really confused," he said with a low voice, setting his forehead against hers. "I mean, go ahead and do that any time you want, but also, still confused. Didn't we just say we were good?"

She looked at his lips again. "We are good, an-and you're good, and I hope I'm good?" She bit her bottom lip to get herself to stop talking.

"Oh, hell yeah, you're good," he muttered.

"Then let's do that again." Karena looked into his eyes. "No feelings?"

Poe nodded in agreement. "No feelings," he repeated.

"Just sex."

"Just sex. And maybe some cuddling?"

Karena chuckled at his request. Of course, he'd ask for that. "And maybe some cuddling." She looked him over with a smirk. "So, are you going to kiss me or do I need to be the one to initiate it again?"

"You don't have to tell me twice, sweetheart," Poe assured. He dipped his head lower to capture her lips with his in a sweet kiss before quickly moving on down her throat.

She leaned her head back with a quiet moan at the warmth spreading across her skin. "How much time do you think we have before someone starts looking for one of us?"

"Maybe ten, fifteen minutes," Poe mumbled against her skin, latching on to a sensitive spot beneath her jaw.

Karena tugged on his hair as she felt the bruise begin to form under his lips. "Then let's make them count." She ground her hips against him and he quietly groaned, growing hard beneath his flight suit. Running her hands down the back of his neck and to his chest, she began undoing the zipper. "Let's get this ridiculous thing off."

Poe chuckled and asked, "Did you just call my flight suit ridiculous?"

"It's bright orange. Of course it's ridiculous." Karena reached under the orange jumpsuit, feeling his firm chest beneath the regulation tank top.

He smirked and bit his lip, taking a second to look her up and down before spinning her around so her back was pressed against him. "It's as ridiculous as you still wearing pants," Poe muttered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe then grazing his teeth along her neck. His hands trailed over her body from the underside of her breasts to the top of her thighs. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as his hands roamed.

Poe reached around to the button of her pants and undid them, pulling them down to her knees. Setting a hand above her underwear, he said, "You know you'll have to be quiet for me, right? This isn't what the storage closet is for."

"You better make it challenging for me then." Karena pressed her ass back against his bulge, her cunt getting wetter by the second with anticipation.

"I will." With that promise, Poe slid his hands beneath the fabric and rubbed against her clit. A small moan escaped her and she leaned her head back onto his shoulder, biting her lip to stay quiet. Poe increased his pace on her clit then went further down, brushing a finger against her hole, feeling how wet she was between her legs. "Kriff, someone is excited."

Karena clenched a fist in his hair. "Don't tease me, Poe. We don't have time for that."

"What happened to 'Commander?' I think I prefer that."

She rolled her eyes but smirked, amused at him showing a slight authority-kink. "Fuck me hard, Commander."

"Gladly." Poe turned and pushed her face-first against the door.

Karena quietly gasped at the sudden coldness of the metal contrasting with her scorching hot skin. Poe leaned back, rubbing his hands over her ass then undoing his flight suit further to lower his underwear and pull out his cock. He pulled down her underwear, grabbed his shaft, and rubbed the tip against her soaked cunt lips.

"How badly do you want it?" he asked.

"I will kick your ass, Dameron. Just fuck me already."

He chuckled darkly. "So needy, sweetheart."

"Yeah, well, trying to avoid you for so long made me relive the night over and over again which didn't exactly help my needs." Karena pushed back against him, but he recoiled just enough to keep the tip from going in, making her more frustrated. "Kriff, please."

"That's all I wanted to hear since you ran away from me." Poe set his hands on her hips and slowly slid into her.

Karena bit her lip hard to keep her moaning to a minimum as his cock deliciously stretched out her walls. Her cunt gripped him tight, and she pushed against him, but his strong hands kept her from moving.

As he moved in and out of her, slowly picking up the pace, one of his hands found its way into her hair and tugged on it, bringing her upper body off the door and against him. She accidentally let out a louder moan and he brought his hand to her mouth, covering it and continuing to thrust into her faster. The only thing they could hear in the storage room was the sounds of their bodies colliding with each stroke.

With each thrust he filled her up, ramming into her hard and fast. His hand muffled most of her moans and whimpers as he used his other hand to rub her clit and moaned in her ear.

The coil in her stomach wound tighter, aching with need to be released. Her toes curled and her legs started to quiver. She struggled to stay upright as he plunged the hard shaft deep into her soaking wet cunt as fast as he could go until it finally drove her over the edge.

Karena squealed under Poe's hand, muffling her cries as she came undone on his cock. Poe rubbed her clit as she rode out her orgasm, wetness dripping on his cock and onto her thighs. Her back arched and her cunt clenched around him. It took all his concentration not to cum in her right then and there. He pounded into her as she grew limp in his arms, leaning back against his chest.

Poe slowed his thrusting and rubbing to a stop, kissing beneath her ear. "Think you have another in you?" he asked with a smug grin and extracting his hand from her mouth. His cock twitched inside her, wanting to move, but he held out.

"We're supposed to be quick," Karena reminded, playing with his curls on the back of his head. "I don't think we have enough time for that."

He hummed against her skin, slowly going in and out of her. "Doesn't hurt to ask. Where do you want it?"

"Just keep going. Cum in me." She leaned forward at the waist, putting her hands on the door.

The thought of maybe he shouldn't briefly crossed his mind, but she ground her ass against him, and all logical reasoning was suspended.

Poe set both hands on her hips, pulled out of her slowly, then thrust forward hard. She slapped a hand over her mouth to mute her cries as he continued the deep pounding, ramming into her hard and fast. Karena tried her best to muffle her own moans and screams, leaning against the door.

After a few more thrusts, he shoved himself as deep into her as he could, grunting quietly, and emptying him inside. His hot cum spilled into her and filled her up. Karena pushed herself up from the door, leaning against him. His arms relaxed, wrapping delicately around her waist while he came down from his high, his limp cock still nestled inside her.

Poe kissed her shoulder, as affectionate as always. "I really don't want to go work now."

"As sexy as standing here with your cock in me is, I really need to fix up Gray." Karena gently pulled out of his embrace and began fixing her clothing. She immediately missed the feeling of his cock stuffed in her. The tops of her thighs were sticky, so she didn't like pulling up her pants over it, but she just had to make it back to her ship. "And shower."

Poe carefully put his sensitive, wet cock back into his underwear and zipped up his flight suit. "What happened to Gray?"

"He got hit by a pipe," she explained, straightening her hair so it wasn't completely obvious what she had just done. "Knocked some of his circuitry out of place. It's a quick fix, but he keeps flying into things, so I had to leave him on my ship."

He looked at her with his signature smug grin. "Well, if you find yourself feeling lonely, you can always come find me, sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes and turned around, inching towards the door. Not sensing anyone in the hall, she looked back at Poe and said, "See you around, Commander," then opened the door and left the storage closet.