A little cock-warming, a little cockpit action, and definitely not an appropriate use of work-time.
34 ABY
Poe, as he was passing by one of the hangars, ducked his head in to see if his favorite scout ship was in. It had become a habit to check each hangar as he passed by, and that day was no different. Well, one thing was different: the ship was there. That meant Karena had returned from her most recent mission to Cato Neimodia acquiring information on the Trade Federation's possible dealings with the First Order. Poe bit back a broad grin and, with a small spring in his step, he made his way over to the ship
Maneuvering around a few Resistance personnel moving large crates, Poe went around the ship and saw the blonde he had been hoping for. With her hair pulled back and an annoyed yet focused expression, she was on top of the wing and working on the wiring in the laser cannon with the access panel completely taken off. What was left of it, at least. The metal sheet looked charred beyond recognition.
She didn't seem to notice him staring up at her from the ground, but he didn't mind. He could stare at her for hours. And sometimes he did, but he would never tell her that. On the nights they were together and he couldn't sleep, he'd watch her. Something about it relaxed him, knowing she was right there and not off somewhere in the galaxy getting into trouble.
"Sometimes I think you love your ship more than me," Poe teased, leaning against a fuel tank.
Karena briefly bit her lip to keep herself from smiling. "That would be an accurate assessment, flyboy," she replied, not looking up from her work.
"Need a hand?"
Karena leaned back on her feet and took a good look at the pilot down below. He had an easy-going grin plastered on his face, as he usually did, that made her secretly want to kiss him. She made a small gesture for him to join her on top of the ship.
He hopped up from his spot and climbed up the ladder. Taking a seat on the edge, he scooted closer then tucked his leg under his other. "What happened?" he asked.
She got back to work on the wiring job. "Some nerf-herder got a good hit."
Poe raised an eyebrow while staring at her. He knew there was more to it. "What did you do?"
Karena looked indignantly up at him. "Excuse me? What makes you think I did something?"
"I dunno, your general, sparkling personality?" he retorted, leaning on his knee. "Come on, out with it. Did you say something? Shoot someone?"
Twirling the pliers in her hand, she conceded, "I may have stolen a few crates of high-quality blasters from a First Order shipment."
"May have?" Poe repeated.
"Alright, I did. You're no fun."
"I'm actually a lot of fun, and you know that very well." He gave her a cheeky grin. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the laser cannon, but she couldn't help the small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth which he didn't miss. "So, any plans for tonight?"
Karena paused in her work, looking back at him. "No, why? Got something in mind?"
"Perhaps. Hangar Bay 6, twenty-three thirty. See you later, sweetheart." Poe glanced around the hangar and saw no one else in sight, so he leaned in, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then climbed down the ladder.
Gently shaking her head in amusement, she watched him as he left the hangar. What was she going to do with him?
That night, Karena made her way across the tarmac over to Hangar Bay 6 as the time neared twenty-three thirty, or 11:30. The base had winded down for the evening, leaving the graveyard shifts up and about, but she didn't see anyone else as she entered the hangar. The ships housed in the hangar were locked down for the night as the hangar was largely used for storing ships in need of repairs. Which was precisely why Poe's precious X-wing, Black One, was stored in there.
Why he was in his full flight suit and leaning on the ladder hooked up to the cockpit, Karena had no clue.
She raised a skeptical brow as she walked over to him. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she stopped in front of him.
"Going on patrol," he replied. "And you're coming with me."
Putting aside the mildly incredulous point of her going with him on patrol, Karena was happy to hear his ship was up and running again. It had taken far too long, but he didn't exactly have a lot of free time on his hands, and rather than staying up later to work on the X-wing, he spent a good chunk of his nights with her.
"So you've got her all fixed up then?"
Poe's head tilted to the side as he donned a pained expression. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" Karena repeated. Sometimes she couldn't believe him.
He shrugged as if unworried. "Well, she's gotta have a test run. Care to join me?" His happy-go-lucky grin was easing her into it, as skeptical as she was.
"You know that there's barely enough room in the cockpit for one person, right? Let alone two?"
"That's the point." Poe stepped away from the ladder and took her hands in his. "So, what'll it be, sweetheart? You gonna stay on base or fly away with me?"
Kriff, she could stare into his eyes for hours. They made her feel safe and comforted and at home. And don't even get her started on the 'fly away with me.' So she had no issue nodding and loving the large grin that spread across his face immediately after.
"Brilliant." He pulled her with him toward the ladder, and he climbed up first, getting himself situated in the pilot seat once inside. He also made sure to put on the helmet lest he forget once Karena was sitting on his lap.
Karena followed up after and made sure to unhook the ladder before Poe pulled her onto his lap and closed the hatch. The space was just as small as she had said it would be. She barely had enough room to turn so she was facing the side rather than the front, hardly keeping her ass on his lap. She wanted him to actually be able to see and fly, of course, and she had a feeling she was going to feel sore later from the cramped space.
The starfighter lifted off the ground and before long, they were flying over the vast green jungle of D'Qar.
Poe muted his comms so the night shift in the Command Center wouldn't be able to hear him talking to Karena. He did not feel like getting reprimanded by Leia in the morning. "What're you thinking about, sweetheart?" he asked after watching Karena's soft gaze looking out over the jungle for at least ten minutes. The silence had been peaceful and comfortable, but he was curious as to what was going through her mind.
"Home," she answered quietly then turned to look at Poe, carefully lacing her arm behind him to be able to sit comfortably. "So, why did you bring me up here?"
"Maybe I wanted to go for a flight with you. Does everything have to have a reason?"
"With you? Yes."
That got him to laugh. "Would you believe me if I told you I just wanted to be alone with you?"
"The moment you'd finish up patrol, you would've found me anyway," she pointed out. "So, no, I don't believe you." Karena's thumb rubbed over the skin on the back of his neck. "What's the real reason?"
He debated telling her in his head. "You'll laugh."
"No, I won't."
"Yes, you will." He couldn't say it with warmth creeping up his neck and cheeks.
Karena spotted the deep blush darkening his skin and a thought occurred to her. Adjusting herself on his lap, she noticed him tense ever so slightly which only fuelled her realization. Every starfighter pilot's secret dream: to have sex in the cockpit. And it was only holding him up because it was a private thought even if many pilots shared the same dream. She couldn't think of any other reason to have her up in the sky with him.
Setting a romantic mood by flying over the jungle at night with the stars twinkling above them? Check. The two of them alone? Check. A confined space? Check. Her nestled on his lap? Check.
He had likely planned on teasing her into it rather than her blatantly bringing it up.
"Alright, flyboy, keep your secrets," she said and turned around on his lap, fully facing the front of the cockpit to watch the trees and hills zoom past them. While settling, she made sure to rub her ass on his lap as much as she could.
Poe huffed and set his chin on her shoulder so he could still see and fly. "You love to torture me."
"I do." Karena took a glance at him. "And you enjoy it." He had barely noticed himself growing hard under her, but she could feel it perfectly. She playfully smirked at him. "So are you going to tell me why you really wanted me up here?"
"You've already figured it out."
Karena turned her head and nuzzled his cheek with her nose. "Maybe I want to hear you say it, Commander."
His cock twitched in his flight suit. "Hmm." Poe moved one of his hands from the controls to rest it on her thigh, tracing random patterns over the leggings with his fingers. "Shouldn't say things like that when we're flying thousands of feet in the air."
"You're the one who dragged me up here, so I could sit on your cock while you fly."
"Actually, I was hoping you'd fly."
She blinked a few times. "Really?"
"While you sit on my cock."
"There it is." She looked at him for a moment, then slapped his hand away from the controls before shooting the X-wing forward at maximum atmospheric speed.
Poe's hands snapped to her waist at the sudden jolt of the starfighter. "For kriff's sake."
Karena ignored him as she weaved the ship through the high mountain passes with a large grin spreading from ear to ear. She hadn't sat in the cockpit of an X-wing since she had last flown her father's ship at least seven years prior. She'd be damned if she wasn't going to take advantage of Poe letting her fly his personal fighter. And from the looks of the power levels, he had fixed her back up perfectly. Then she noticed a difference compared to the old T-65b she had grown used to when she was younger.
"You have mag-pulse warheads?" She snapped her head toward him. "Seriously?"
He smirked at her. "Jealous?" He heard a quiet grumble from her which only made him smile. "You are." Instead of answering, she sharply swerved the ship without warning, and he jumped at her narrowly missing the summit of a mountain. "I just fixed her back up. Can you try not to break her?"
"No promises."
He gaped at her as though she had just insulted BB-8.
"Maybe if you distract me, I'll have to slow down," she said cheekily as she skimmed a waterfall.
"Or if I distract you, you will actually crash her. I'd rather have an in-tact ship than have my cock inside you."
She wiggled in his lap. "Really?"
"I hate you." But he ran his hands along her torso and kissed her shoulder anyway.
"You love me," she countered and slowed the starfighter down to a more reasonable patrol speed.
I do, he thought to himself. I really do. But he didn't think she hadn't meant it that way. "I can show you just how much," Poe did say, slowly moving his hands down to the inside of her thighs. "I did notice that you aren't wearing your usual layers upon layers. Any reason for that?"
Okay, so maybe she did have a slight feeling that they were going to have sex somewhere that wasn't her ship, but she in no way thought she would go on patrol with him and sit on his lap during the flight. She was thinking perhaps some sneaking around an empty hangar bay or climbing up the top of a hangar to be alone under the stars. Or maybe even going to his own quarters for once even though he hated how uncomfortable his bed was compared to hers. Literally anything other than what he truly had planned.
"I was cold."
Poe laughed. "And your solution was to wear less clothing than usual? A tunic does nothing." He dipped his hands underneath the tunic and slid them up her stomach, feeling the scarred skin as he moved upward to her breasts. He pinched her nipples gently, feeling them harden under the pads of his fingers. Her thighs involuntarily closed a little at the sensation, but he moved a hand back down to pry them open. "Nuh, uh, no. Keep those legs open for me, okay, sweetheart? And try not to crash the ship."
He kissed her neck and sorely wished he could take the helmet off to show her even more attention with his mouth since it was obstructing some of his mobility and how close he could get to her, but he needed to keep it on in case someone in Command started speaking. The only downside to taking her on patrol.
Rubbing her nipple with his fingers, the pleasure went straight to her cunt. Poe's other hand began searching out her lower lips as he dipped inside her bottoms. A quiet gasp escaped, and he loved the little sound from her. He circled around her clit, the soft button protruding prominently at her arousal, and he could already feel the wetness accumulating just a little further down.
His middle finger went searching for her entrance while his thumb continued to play with her clit. Then he plunged his finger inside her. Her cunt clenched around the single-digit and she moaned.
It had been a few weeks since he was last inside her with any part of his body. His cock, his fingers, or his tongue. Every bit of him missed it. And every part of her missed the feeling of his long fingers expertly bringing her intense pleasure. Caressing her skin. Massaging the most sensitive parts of her body. Moving in and out of her.
"Think you can cum on my hand without killing us both?" Poe whispered in her ear as he began increasing the pace of his fingers, adding another one to the one going in and out of her.
Karena's toes curled in her boots as the pleasure only continued to build. She had to fight herself to not instinctually close her eyes. She needed to focus on the horizon, but he was making it extremely difficult for her.
"Poe, I-" She gasped then bit her bottom lip with a whine when his fingers brushed over a sensitive spot inside her.
"What was that?" he asked, nipping at her ear. He heard an attempt at her biting back a moan as he slowly eased a third finger inside her and still continued firmly rubbing her clit.
"I-I need-" She cut her own self off with a whimper as her orgasm began nearing the surface.
"Yeah, what do you need, sweetheart? Tell me what you need." Poe picked up the pace of his fingers again, watching her dissolve in his lap.
"Make me cum," Karena managed to say. "Ah!" She cried out in the small cockpit as she came on his fingers. Poe had to take his hand from her breast to steady the flight controls while she quivered in place and threw her head back onto his shoulder, muttering every curse she could manage.
Poe tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. "Beautiful." As she started to come down from her high, he slowed his fingers and pulled them out of her, lazily circling them around the soaked lips. "Want to take something a bit bigger than some fingers?"
Karena rolled her eyes with a content grin. "Let's see if you can last until your patrol is over."
"Sit on it and find out."
"I am sitting on it."
"You know what I mean."
Poe busied himself with flying the starfighter and weaving through some of the hills while Karena unzipped his flight suit as best she could in the small space with limited movement and having to go around the vest to open it up all the way to his groin. When she reached his crotch, she reached into the flight suit and pulled his cock out through the hole in the underwear, and he inhaled sharply at the skin on skin contact. Then she faced the front again, pulled down her leggings to her knees, and eased the thick, hard cock into her sopping wet cunt.
Poe groaned as his cock entered the warmth, and Karena pushed herself back on it until it was fully sheathed inside her and deliciously stretching her open. The walls of her cunt gripped him tight, but she didn't move for a few minutes, instead resting back against his chest.
He wanted little more than to move in her torturously wet cunt, but she stayed firmly still on his lap until he could take it anymore and shifted as much as he could. "Please move," he said. "You're killing me."
"No."
"Oh, blast, sweetheart. Why not?"
"I'm not moving until we land."
Groaning in disappointment, his eyes shut briefly before he continued watching the horizon from over her shoulder. "Now I definitely hate you."
"Mhmm."
The corner of her mouth that he couldn't see twitched up in a satisfied smirk, but even without seeing her smirking, Poe knew she was smug at the situation. He grumbled a bit but resolved himself to simply focus on his patrol despite him wanting to grab her by the hips and force her to move.
A few minutes later, he felt her cunt tighten and release his cock, and he wanted to curse up a storm. He didn't though. He wouldn't play her game. She wanted to get a rise out of him, and he wouldn't let it work. But it continued for a while. Tiny, minuscule movements on her part, whether it was the walls of her cunt flexing around him or her just barely grinding against him or even her reaching up to caress the stubble along his jaw so softly he could hardly feel her fingers, he was dying by the time his patrol finished and he started the landing cycle.
The moment the landing cycle finished in the abandoned hangar, Poe tore off his helmet, pried open the hatch, and picked her up off of him.
Karena did little more than smirk and let him move her.
Poe leaned her over the side of the cockpit and picked up her tunic, setting it across her back. She was expecting him to unceremoniously ram his cock into her, but he surprised her by kneeling and taking a long swipe along her lower lips with his tongue. His fingers dug into her ass as he licked her up and down with his tongue and suckled her clit with his lips.
She gasped and gripped the opening of the cockpit then whimpered as he flicked his tongue across it.
As much as he wanted to continue eating her out, the cunt pressed against his mouth had been torturing his cock for too long sitting there in that cockpit, so after a few more swipes of his tongue, Poe stood, tugged down his underwear, lined his cock up at her entrance, then pushed inside, sliding completely in with one thrust. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out at the sudden intrusion.
With unrelenting precision, Poe slid in and out of her with hard thrusts, taking her breath away. She could hear his quiet grunts with each push and she wanted to cry out his name as loud as she can, but they couldn't. They couldn't risk drawing attention to their actions in the hangar bay.
Each time he rammed into her, he grew more fervent, more desperate, more impassioned, and Karena was right there with him. They both needed to cum.
Poe reached around her, feeling for the small nub between her legs, and rubbed it while thrusting into her as hard as he could still standing in the cockpit with nothing but her body keeping him steady.
"I'm gonna-" she tried to say, and he got the gist of it.
"Almost there. Cum on my cock, sweetheart. Come on."
Her muscles tensed, her legs quivered, and a shudder wracked her spine as her orgasm tore through her body. Her cunt gripped his cock with so much force, he couldn't take it anymore, and his own climax joined hers.
Poe continued pounding into her as they rode out the immeasurable pleasure together then slowly came to a stop. He didn't want to pull out of her, loving the little spasms of her cunt around him, but the sensation was getting to him and he made himself pull out his cock. The cold night air made him flinch, so he quickly put his cock back into his underwear.
Meanwhile, Karena was still leaning over the side of the X-wing, her ass and cunt exposed with both his and her cum dripping out. Her fingers were still twitching as her heartbeat started to decrease to the normal pace.
"Karena?" Poe asked quietly, running his hand tenderly up her back.
"Give me a second," she said, closing her eyes while releasing a slow exhale.
Poe couldn't help but grin to himself and rub his hands over her ass cheeks. He could never choose his favorite part of her body, at least that's what he told himself, but he knew her ass was a strong contender. He loved the perfect globes, especially as his hands held them tightly.
Chuckling as she pushed herself up into a standing position, Karena looked back at Poe standing behind her. "Enjoying yourself?"
"Very much."
She turned around, leaning back on the edge of the cockpit, and grabbed him by the flight vest, pulling him closer to her. His arms wrapped around her waist as their lips met.
"Maybe I should fly away with you again," she whispered against his lips.
"Not if you're going to torture me."
"I'll torture you anyway."
Poe laughed and set his forehead on hers. "I'm counting on it."
