A/N Mind the rating change!
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Rey not only let him kiss her, but was immediately and embarrassingly turned on by his forcefulness. Poe had never been a shy man when it came to sex, which was a good thing, as he was her first and only lover, but he had never been overly aggressive with her, either. It wasn't his nature. However, his anger, which she had felt simmering underneath his calm demeanor since she had gotten off the shuttle, was pushing him to act out of character.
And she couldn't say she didn't like it.
She brought her arms up around his neck, pressing herself against him, matching his passion with her own anger and frustration. Of course, he hadn't had sex with this Mikaela, she thought. He would never be unfaithful to her; once his loyalty was given, it was forever. She had known this about him before she had even admitted she was attracted to him. Which meant he had been without for all these long months, just as she had.
His mouth left her lips and moved to her neck, nuzzling her behind her ear and then moving downward. He lightly bit the tendon in her neck and she gasped. He proceeded to work that spot with his mouth, and she knew he was marking her. She grabbed the back of his head with one hand and held him there, throwing her own head back, wanting more than anything to carry visible proof that she still belonged to him. He brought his mouth back to hers and pushed her backwards. She felt her butt hit the desk behind her, and he brought up his hands along her sides and up under her arms, lifting her just enough for her to be able to sit on the edge of the desk. She immediately opened her legs and he stepped in between them, grinding himself against her core. His hands moved to her front and cupped her breasts. She groaned through his kiss, both in pleasure and in pain. He realized how tender her breasts were and left them, instead wrapping his arms around her, one hand firmly holding her steady at the small of her back as he began to thrust into her. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes heavy lidded and almost black with his pupils dilated with passion.
She leaned her forehead against his, keeping eye contact with him as he continued to drive his hips into her, his thrusts getting faster and faster, his hardness rubbing her in all the right places even through their clothing. She felt her body start to spasm and could no longer keep her eyes open, throwing her head back and crying out as she came hard. She fell against him, holding him tight as his hips slowed and she felt herself gradually come back to her senses. He stepped back just a bit, breathing hard, and she lifted her head to look at him. His eyes no longer held any anger, but only wonder and amazement. She felt herself shudder with emotion.
"I felt that," he whispered. "I felt you."
Rey swallowed. "Somehow, she's been blocking our connection," Rey told him softly. "I had to work to feel you." She swallowed. "The longer I touch you, the more I…"
"The more you push her out with your light," he finished. "Kriff, Rey. How could I have been so blind?"
She shook her head. "Because, I was pushing you away even before the war started," she told him. "She was manipulating my dreams. She had a dark side connection with that guapa statue Finn got on Kef Bir. She had this all planned, pulling both our strings from the beginning." Rey shook her head. "What better way to destroy the last Jedi than destroy her happiness? Ruin her marriage? Take everything good and pure and right away from her?" Rey felt a tear slide down her cheek.
Poe moved in and kissed it away. "Well, she didn't succeed," he whispered. "I love you, Rey. What I said, what I did, back on Yavin…" He lowered his head. "I'm so sorry."
She shook her head at him again. "You weren't yourself. I know that, now. I should have known it then and fought for you sooner." She smiled. "But I was right in the fact that your mind is too complex for someone to control completely; she could make you jealous and angry, but you're still winning this war and you still found your way back to me."
He moved forward again to kiss her, but before he reached her lips, BB-8 sailed back into the room. Rey was a bit startled to realize they had been making out in the droid lab with the door wide open; anyone could have seen them! Then she realized she didn't care.
BB-8 stopped short upon seeing them and managed his own version of a raspberry, taught to him by none other than R2-D2. Rey and Poe both laughed at the droid. "Hey!" Poe argued. "It's been a while for us, okay?"
BB-8 argued that it didn't matter, Dean had spotted him and was coming this way.
Poe stepped back and Rey hopped down off the desk, unconsciously smoothing her clothing and hair. Poe also had to adjust some things. Rey couldn't help but giggle, and Poe grinned at her. "You owe me," he told her.
"I'll pay you back," she told him smoothly.
"Promises, promises."
Then they both turned to face Mikaela Dean as she entered the room.
Rey tried not to let herself feel envy when she saw the woman for the first time face to face. She was beautiful and tiny and feminine to the extreme. But Poe had refused her, she thought with a small smile.
"Poe!" Dean said upon entering the room, glancing at her and then BB-8. "Your droid! He's fixed!"
"Yep," Poe said with a smile. "Thanks to my wife." He looked at Rey.
Dean looked at her, a smile on her face. At first glance, it looked genuine, but Rey could see the anger in the woman's eyes. "So, you're Rey?" she asked. "I've heard so much about you, from several of the Resistance crew members." But not Poe, was the unspoken comment.
"And I had never heard your name until today," Rey told her, knowing her own smile was less than pleasant. "But I've known of you for a long time, now. I'm very sad it's taken me this long to meet you in person."
"Of me?" Dean asked. "What do you mean?"
"How are you connected to the Sith?" Rey asked conversationally. "You're not at all strong with the Force, just enough that you can use objects already imbued with the dark side to help you do what you want to do." Rey's eyes spotted the necklace Dean wore. She reached out and using the Force grabbed the necklace and pulled in easily off of Dean's neck. "Like this," she said as Dean gasped. "Another Sith artifact. Just like the guapa figurine that's been in my," she glanced at Poe. "In our bedroom these last few months."
Dean was starting to look panicked. "I… I don't know what you mean!"
"How long have you been giving the Traagmol information, Mik?" Poe asked her. "Since you came on board? Or did you wait until you were sure everyone here liked you? Trusted you?"
Dean shook her head, but her eyes were beginning to show her anger. "Poe?" she breathed. "It's not like that! They like you! They respect you! You could have a place of honor among them!"
Poe laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I'd die first," he told her.
Dean stood straight and lifted her chin in defiance. "That would be too easy," she said with a growl. Suddenly, she reached forward and pulled the necklace out of Rey's hand, then brought her other hand up toward Poe's head. Immediately, Poe fell to his knees, grabbing his head and screaming in agony.
"No!" Rey shouted, shoving Dean back with the Force, throwing her hard against the back wall, knocking her out. BB-8 screamed as both he and Rey rushed to Poe's side. "What did she do to you?" Rey cried, bringing her hands up to his as they cradled his head. He was still in horrible pain. Rey grabbed her commlink from her belt. "Medical to the droid lab, immediately!" she shouted into it. "The General is down! Bring security!"
She felt tears trail down her cheeks as she tried to get Poe to look at her. "Please," she begged him. "Let me see you." She pushed his hands away so she was touching his head directly with her hands. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the waves of pain coming from him. It was too much like some of her nightmares. She focused on him, sinking her energy into his head. Into his brain. Pushing past where his natural barriers were supposed to be but weren't because they were no longer working, into his memories, which were jumbled up and unrecognizable. Neural pathways were broken. Brain matter was inflamed. Dean had tried to destroy him without actually killing him. She began to push as much Force energy as she could into his brain, activating the healing that she had been gifted with. Praying it would be enough.
Rey heard people rush in the door behind her. She heard BB-8 chitter and beep, explaining to them as much as he could understand, but Rey doubted many could understand him. She kept pushing, letting her energy flow into every nook and cranny she could find, trying to undo damage she might not be seeing. Everything around her turned bright. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the glow. She felt more power flowing through her than she had ever felt before. She remembered Luke's words about love and the Force, and she realized with joy where her power was coming from. It wasn't just hers. It was Poe's as well.
Suddenly, strong hands grabbed her wrists firmly. "Rey?"
She pulled back and opened her eyes, finding Poe's beautiful brown eyes looking back at her, full of that same love she had been feeling. "Hi," she whispered, letting her hands slide down off of his head.
He let his own hands slide down from her wrists until they were grasping her hands. "Hi," he smiled. "That was kind of scary," he told her. "The first part, anyway. That last part was kinda beautiful."
Rey smiled back.
"General?" D'Acy spoke from behind Rey. Poe looked up and past her, then he looked off to the side, where medical was already seeing to Dean, who was still unconscious, not realizing it had been Poe Rey had called them for.
"Security," Poe said. "Arrest Mikaela Dean."
"What?" D'Acy asked.
"Arrest her for treason," Poe continued. "She's our spy." He looked at Rey. "Among other things."
Rey looked at them. "And watch her. She has limited Force powers." She stood suddenly, moving over to the woman's prone form and grabbing up the necklace. "As long as she doesn't have a conduit to the dark side, I don't think she can do much, but best be cautious, anyway."
"She's the real reason you came, isn't she?" D'Acy asked.
Rey smiled and shook her head. "No. Poe was the reason I came," she said, looking at her husband, who was standing from his kneeling position. "BB-8 and this spy were only icing on the cake," she said with a smile.
Poe snorted in humor.
"General!"
Connix's shout suddenly came over his comm.
With a grimace, Poe took it from his belt. "Yes, Commander?"
"The Traagmol are on the move. They're heading for Naboo!"
"Kriff," Poe mumbled. "Are Rapier and Rogue squadrons back, yet?"
"No, sir," Kaydel told him, her voice stressed. "They're at least thirty minutes out."
Poe looked at Rey. "That's more than half of our fighters," he groused. "I really wasn't expecting them to come at us this quick."
Rey glanced at Dean, who was being moved onto a stretcher. "How much you want to bet she contacted them as soon as she realized I was on board?"
"Damn it," Poe swore. "I should be out there in my X-Wing," he told her.
"General!" Da'cy began to argue.
Rey stepped up to him and put her hand on his arm. "You can't," she told him. "You're needed here." She paused. "But I can."
Poe stared at her, and she stared right back, trying her best to give him reassurance through the Force. "Let me help, Poe."
There was another long pause as his jaw hardened, but at last he spoke. "You know where she is," he told her, speaking of his X-Wing. "Take BB-8."
Rey smiled and grabbed the back of his head, giving him a quick kiss. She turned immediately to run out of the lab and toward the hanger bay. "Come on, BB-8!"
The little droid rushed after her as she heard Poe's voice on the ship's speaker. "All hands to battle stations! All pilots to your ships! This is the real deal, people! Let's end this today!"
Rey made it to the pilot's ready room and found Poe's locker, quickly removing her wraps so she could slip into his flight suit. Though she and Poe were of similar height, he was much broader than her, and her lean form was swallowed in the suit, but she didn't care. She pulled her hair out of its bun and swept it under her collar, knowing the helmet wouldn't fit over the up-do.
She rushed out to Poe's X-Wing, quickly climbing the service ladder where Coleman, one of the mechanics, was grinning at her. "'bout time we got you in one of these!"
"Hey, I've got an X-Wing of my own, you know."
"Not like this one," he told her. "I have a feeling you'll handle her just fine."
Rey hopped into the cockpit, glancing back at BB-8, who was already in his socket, beeping at her happily. He apparently loved the idea of flying with her. She grinned and settled down into the seat, pulling on the helmet. Suddenly, memories of the last time she was in this very cockpit overwhelmed her, and she felt desire shoot through her. The night she had helped one of Poe's fantasies come true was a night to remember.
"Uh, Rey?" Poe's voice suddenly came through the headset inside her helmet. "Please focus." His voice sounded strained, and she suddenly realized that she was inadvertently sharing her memory with him.
"Oops," she said without real remorse. "Sorry." She laughed.
"No, you're not," he told her, and she could hear the grin in his voice. "Just come back safe, Sandstorm One," giving her a callsign.
She liked it. "I will, General. I owe you, and I always pay my debts."
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