And we're back to some smut but mostly banter lol.


Shortly after lunch on a warm, sunny day, while most Resistance personnel were hard at work and trying not to sweat, Karena was intentionally sweating. She twirled the expandable batons in her hands, breathing heavily as she looked over the training dummy. Since she couldn't exactly train with her lightsabers out in the open and the cargo hold on her ship wasn't big enough to train in, the expandable batons in the training center were as close as she was going to get to lightsaber training.

She had to adjust to the shorter length of the batons, but other than that, the concept was exactly the same.

Poe found her not too long after she started, knowing she was on base and her preferred workout time, much like him, was right after lunch when the gym would be empty. He playfully whistled at her after watching her whack the face of the training dummy with one of the batons.

"Oh, shut up, Poe," she said, but her tone lacked any true frustration or annoyance. She was used to his teasing and often missed it when they weren't around. Then again, she wasn't surprised. She had come to terms with her feelings for him a while back. The only problem was not making sure they were completely obvious.

But Poe was oblivious to most things anyway. At least, not things directly related to piloting; otherwise, he wouldn't be 'the best pilot in the galaxy.' Never his own words.

He walked up behind her during her brief pause in fighting the dummy and wound his arms around her middle. "I think you've won, sweetheart," he teased. "I don't think he'll fight back anymore." He looked closely at the crooked training dummy head. She had hit it hard enough or often enough to dislodge.

Laughing a little, she twirled the batons in her hands again, something she did to ease her nerves, frustrations, and anxieties. "Yeah, you're probably right."

Poe dramatically gasped. "What? Did you just say I'm right?" She rolled her eyes. "Who are you and what have you done with the sexy as hell spy that never agrees with me on anything?"

"If I didn't agree with you on anything, you wouldn't still have your arms around me," Karena pointed out while raising an eyebrow.

"Is that your way of saying to let you go?"

"That's your prerogative."

Poe contemplated letting her go then abruptly lifted her off the ground with a large grin on his face.

"Poe!" she exclaimed but couldn't help but laugh as he carried her over to the training mat in the middle of the room.

He set her down in the center of the mat and moved to face her front. "Care for a spar?" Poe asked, setting his forehead against hers. His typically dark eyes seemed to darken even further.

"Your mouth says 'spar', but your eyes say 'sex', so which is it you're really asking for, Commander?"

"I don't think we'd get away with fucking in the middle of the training center."

She raised a brow again. "But?"

"But that doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you sitting on my cock and using the bench press bar as support to bounce up and down." A shiver ran down her spine as his words affected her, and his fingers dug into her waist to pull her body closer to his. "Or tying you up with the workout bands. Or fucking you on the mat in the middle of the room for just anyone to see when they walk in."

She could feel herself getting wetter in her pants just like she could feel him growing harder in his shorts.

"You know I came here to workout, right?"

He nodded with that sexy, smug smirk of his. "Oh, I know. I'm simply giving you something to think about before tonight. I can't have you leaving on a mission with getting a present goodbye first. What kind of person would that make me?"

"Normal," she answered then dropped the batons, hearing them bounce on the mat below. Karena reached up to Poe's hair and pulled his face closer to hers, kissing him as passionately as she could and flushing her body against his.

Karena loved the taste and smell of the man in her arms. He perpetually smelled like blasterfire, engine oil, and leather and tasted like a strange mixture of mint and whiskey, even though he didn't drink nearly as much as the residual taste made it seem like. She could kiss him for hours though, getting drunk off his touches. It almost made her want to tell him exactly how she felt about him.

Almost. But that would be breaking their agreement.

As they fervently kissed, Karena raked her nails down his chest, sending a shudder down Poe's torso until she reached her destination: his waistband. She dug into his shorts like a kid opening a present and wrapped her hand around his thick cock. While not the longest she'd ever had, it was certainly the thickest, and to her, that trumped length any day.

Karena stroked his cock and he quietly groaned into her mouth before pulling away to speak. "I thought we weren't going to have sex in the gym?" Poe asked. He had to ask, but he didn't mind her actions one bit. If she wanted to risk being caught, he was all for it. He was so close to outright bucking in her hand, it was crazy considering she hadn't even been holding him for even a full minute.

During his late nights all alone, when he was longing for her and had to get himself off, his course, rough hands weren't the same as her soft, smaller ones, even if they had their own fair share of scarring and calluses.

But they were so very her. And that's what mattered to him. He just wanted her. Anywhere and everywhere in every way she was willing to give.

Snap was already disappointed to know that he hadn't confessed his feelings yet, but Poe was in the same boat as Karena. Neither wanted to admit that they had broken their agreement for no feelings, only sex. And they were so far past feeling conflicted over it and were willing to take whatever they could get. Even if it was sneaking glances at each other in the halls, making out in dark corners of the base, keeping quiet in the middle of the night in her ship, and pretending to spar but really taking the opportunity to get a rise out of each other.

"Who said we were having sex?" Karena countered playfully.

For a moment, Poe was confused, but Karena then sunk to her knees in front of him and tugged down his bottoms to fully expose his ass and cock to the crisp air conditioning in the training center.

"Oh, Maker," he muttered as she licked the tip of his fully erect cock.

It wasn't often that he let her suck him off considering half the time they got right down to business with only the bare minimum of foreplay due to time constraints, and a quarter of the time he'd rather see her melt in front of him over letting her get one over on him, but he loved her mouth regardless. It was really more of a competitive issue than anything else considering she loved to be smug whenever she could get him off faster than he could get her off, so he avoided the competition whenever possible.

She took the head of his cock into her mouth, gently sucking on it and circling the tip with her tongue. Poe moaned and ran his hands through her hair. If he died right there, he'd be happy.

The head left her mouth and she lifted the cock to lick from the base up to the tip. Karena used her other hand to tenderly massage his balls as she took the cock back in her mouth and moaned. The cock twitched in her mouth at the vibration, and Poe's grip on her hair tightened. He tried not to thrust into her mouth and push her head down further but was finding it difficult to keep his resolve when she started slowly bobbing up and down, taking his cock further into her mouth right before it hit the back of her throat.

Poe's breathing started to pick up. "Kriff, sweetheart. Oh, your mouth feels amazing."

She'd never admit it, but she liked the little praises he gave occasionally, and if he wanted to fuck her mouth and throat in full-force, she would let him as long as she got to hear his breathless, groaning voice.

Her teeth just barely scraped along the veiny shaft and she felt pre-cum leak from the tip. "Yes," he breathed out, fingers twitching in her hair. Poe ever-so-slightly pushed on her head, unable to help it.

Karena then began picking up her pace. With a few moans and hums, massaging the base of his cock and his balls, and flicking her tongue occasionally over the tip, he was melting like putty in her hands. And when she started to feel his personal signs of edging toward a climax- his tightening grip, the beginning of bucking against her, breathing faster, and louder moans -she took his cock further into her mouth, it dipping into her throat.

He groaned and leaned his head back. "Oh, kriff, yes." Poe couldn't handle the sudden tightness of her throat tipping him over the edge of his climax, and his cum splattered in her throat.

She sucked him off until he had nothing more to give and swallowed every drop before leaning back on her heels and taking the cock out of her mouth. When she looked up, Poe's eyes were closed while the rise and fall of his chest slowed.

Picking herself off the floor, she ran her fingers up his abdomen and looked into his eyes. "How do you feel now, Commander?"

"You know exactly how I feel, sweetheart." Poe wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her against him, dipping his head to kiss alongside her throat.

"Still want to spar?"

Poe simply laughed.