A/N: Mind the "M" rating again!
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In the end, it was determined that at least 80% of the Traagmol fleet had been destroyed before they finally retreated. Even after all the Republic fighters had been recalled, Poe and his senior officers had to brief Chancellor Leeway and the council, shuttling down to Naboo to do so. Rey debriefed with the other pilots, grabbed something to eat from the mess, then she and BB-8 made their way back to Poe's stateroom, where she settled in for what would probably be a long wait. BB-8 eventually made his way to the droid pool to charge; there were no droid charging stations in the staterooms.
It was indeed several hours before she sensed his presence outside the door. She stood quickly from where she had been sitting cross-legged on the bed. He walked in and she could see his exhaustion in the way he moved. His eyes, however, lit up when they saw her, almost as if he hadn't expected her to be here waiting for him. As if she would just leave after all that had happened.
He stopped just inside the door, and as it automatically slid shut behind him, he deliberately reached over to the control panel and locked it. She felt the corner of her mouth lift in response, recognizing his act for what it was; he was not going to let anything or anyone disturb them. Her expression became serious again as he started walking toward her. Stalking toward her, actually, his eyes dark and dangerous looking. She felt no fear, though, because the man coming towards her was emitting a familiar brilliant white-blue light through the Force. This was her husband, and his expression was one she welcomed.
He stopped inches in front of her. She actually had to look up a bit, as she was barefoot and he was still in uniform, and that small fact made her feel vulnerable, a feeling she had felt far too often these past few months. But there was a difference this time. This time, she knew Poe would take care of her.
Slowly, she reached up to his chest and began to push his uniform jacket, which was already unbuttoned and unbelted, off of his shoulders. He helped by shrugging a bit and soon it slid off and fell to the floor behind him. Before it even hit the ground, Rey was unbuttoning his shirt. She could hear his heartbeat. It matched her own, and it was getting faster. Pounding harder. Her knuckles grazed his bared abdomen as she pulled open his shirt, pulling the tail from his pants, and he sucked in a sharp breath. She reached up to push that off his shoulders, too.
As soon as his hands were free of his shirt sleeves, he reached for the hem of her tunic. Rey had already removed her lightsaber, belt, and wraps along with her boots earlier, so when Poe pulled off her top, she also became naked from the waist up. His hands immediately went to her breasts, which were still tender; it had been less than a week since she had quit feeding Skyler. He seemed to remember her discomfort during their earlier encounter and so was very careful as he cupped her and gently brushed his thumbs over her. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped, and it wasn't from pain.
He lowered his mouth to hers and she greedily accepted his kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a dance she had been craving for months. She felt him gently push into her and backed up willingly, knowing exactly where they were headed. When she felt the bed behind her knees, she let herself drop back on to it. He brought his hand to her back, easing her down, but once she was there, he lost no time in undoing the clasp to her leggings and pulling them and her underwear off. She scooted back on the bed, watching avidly as he removed his holster, then his boots. He shucked off his trousers and underwear with much less grace than he had removed hers, speed more important to him now than style.
He moved forward, his eyes glued to hers, the intensity in his gaze exciting and arousing. As he kneeled on the bed, she expected him to lower himself down upon her, or perhaps next to her, and she reached for him. But he didn't come to her. At least, not all the way. Instead, he stayed at the foot of the bunk and settled between her legs, carefully spreading her thighs apart. He was still looking her in the eye when he began kissing her stomach, right at her belly button, and she knew where he was going to go next.
"You don't have to do that," she told him, her voice shaky. She was ready for him. She didn't need any preparation.
"You don't seem to realize how much I missed this," he told her, his voice rough. "How much I love this." He continued kissing her, moving downward. "Your smell," he whispered between kisses. "Your taste."
Rey's back bowed as he reached his destination and she bit her lip, trying not to scream. She couldn't, however, prevent any noise.
"And the sounds you make," Poe said, and she could feel his smile, as well as the roughness of his day-old beard rubbing against her inner thighs. She knew her skin would be red there now, and that only excited her more. She burrowed her fingers in his thick hair, watching him through half-lidded eyes, her moans only getting louder, her breathing harder.
She was too close! "Poe!" she breathed, tugging on his hair now. "Stop! I'm not doing this alone again! Not this time!"
He understood her desperation and respected her demands, quickly moving up her body and pushing himself into her with barely any effort. Rey threw her head back on the pillow, reveling in the familiar feel of him and the way he filled her. She wrapped her legs tight around him, locking her ankles behind his back. "Mine!" she told him. He responded by kissing her, first on the lips, then on her neck. She felt his tongue lave the mark he had left on her earlier, and she felt the apology in the act. She brought her hand up to again run her fingers through the silken strands of his hair, briefly thinking how happy she was it had grown out from the almost shaved clip he had had when he left to fight this war four long months ago.
"Yours," he whispered as he began to move, slowly but with steady deliberateness, and then continued kissing her neck and collarbone with wet, open-mouthed kisses. She shivered at the coarseness of his beard. He felt her reaction. "I should have shaved," he mumbled.
She smiled. Their connection was back. He was feeling what she was feeling. "I don't mind," she told him. "I'll have to interrogate Dean tomorrow, anyway," she told him wryly.
He stopped moving, making her whimper, and leaned up and away from her a bit to look at her. "Why you little minx," he told her, laughter in his eyes. "I never knew you were so vindictive."
Rey looked him in the eyes, her face serious, now. "She will go to prison knowing you are mine," she told him. "And only mine." She tightened her legs, and he groaned. She felt his desire spike both at her words and her actions.
He held her gaze and began moving again, and as he did so she opened herself up completely to him through the Force. His eyes widened and he quickened his pace. She matched him, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in. "Rey?" he groaned, panting. "There's something you should know."
"Hmmm?" She could feel it coming. So good. So powerful. She felt her eyes drifting shut.
"You're mine, Mesh-la!" he told her, sharply. "Just as much as I'm yours."
"Yes!" she smiled. It was the first time he had called her by that name since the day he left Yavin. "Always!" Then she gasped as the first wave hit them. She had no idea if it emanated from him or her, and it didn't matter as the second one hit them shortly after. She felt another scream bubble up inside her, but tried her best to stifle it; the walls on this ship were not soundproof. When she felt a third wave, even more powerful than the first two, she was startled and couldn't stop the scream. Poe's own cry joined hers.
That wave seemed to go on forever, ebbing and flowing and slowly bringing them back down to the bed. And Rey suddenly realized that that was exactly what was happening. Somewhere along this erotic journey together, she had begun levitating a few inches off of the bed, taking Poe with her. "Kriff!" she heard Poe gasp in her ear as he realized the same thing. She gasped herself when the aftershocks hit. Again, she didn't know if they came from him or her, and she didn't care. She just held on tight, and let them come.
Finally, she began to feel the softness of the bed under her and the weight of the man on top of her. Still, she was slow to unlock her arms and legs from him as he slowly pulled away from her and rolled to his side. He kept an arm around her abdomen, one leg entwined with hers, his rough chin resting on her shoulder. "Well, that never happened before," he said, his voice dry.
Rey started laughing and she could feel his body shake as he joined her. "That was crazy!" she told him. "I don't know what that was!"
He lifted his head and looked at her. "I know what it was," he told her, his smile fading. "It was us being separate for four months, not just in body but in spirit." He brought his hand up to move sweaty strands of hair out of her face. "It's not our natural state of being," he told her softly. "It was killing us."
Rey looked at him, her eyes welling with unshed tears. "I was beginning to worry that the old Jedi Code was right, and forming attachments should be forbidden," she told him. "I've never felt so weak as when I thought I lost you." Poe opened his mouth, but she put a finger up to his lips to stop him. "It's not true, though," she told him. "It hurt. Horribly. But I could have carried on if I had to. Without you." She paused. "But having you by my side, knowing you love me, knowing you support me… that has made me a better Jedi, a better person, than I could have ever become alone." She brought her forehead in to touch his. "I am so sorry for pushing you away when I needed you the most," she told him. "If I had let you in, told you about my dreams and insecurities, this might never have happened."
"She might have gone after someone else, then," Poe told her. "And that someone else wouldn't have had you coming to fight for him." He sighed. "Sometimes, even bad things happen for a good reason." He shifted his body closer to hers. "But let's not keep things from each other ever again, okay? As embarrassing or annoying or degrading as it might be, no more secrets. Deal?"
"Deal," she whispered. Then she frowned.
Poe lifted his head again. "What?" he demanded.
"I, uh," she started. "I haven't had a depo shot since before I got pregnant," she told him. "And I stopped feeding Skyler almost a week ago."
Poe was quiet for a moment, and she could see him put things together in his head. "So, we could have conceived with this little Force act?"
"Little?!" Rey exclaimed.
He grinned. "Okay, not so little." Then he looked at her seriously. "How do you feel about that?"
She sighed. "I actually don't think I would mind," she told him. It wasn't something she would have chosen, becoming pregnant so soon after having Skyler, but it wasn't something that upset her, either.
"Me, either," Poe whispered. "We must be nuts."
Rey giggled. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see," she told him. "We'll let the Force decide this time."
He gazed at her, his brown eyes soft. "I am so ready to leave this place, Rey," he told her, his exhaustion once again creeping to the fore. "I think maybe you and I and the babies need to head to Kennera for a while."
Rey nodded. "Most definitely." Kennera, the place where Rey felt the Light shined brighter than any other place in the galaxy, would help them heal. "In the meantime," she whispered, turning to face away from him, but scooting her body back so it was flush against his front, "we need to sleep."
He wrapped an arm and a leg around her, locking her against him as she had done to him during their coupling, burying his face in her hair. "And not dream," he added.
"Unless it's one we share," she said with a soft smile.
She felt him nod. "Yeah," he whispered. "I like those." With that, he drifted off to sleep and she quickly followed.
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A/N: Thank you all so much for coming on this journey with me! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you so much for reading. I'll post the epilogue on Friday!
