Chapter 3: Seduction

It was late at night when Poe returned from his mission. Rey was in the Falcon, preparing for bed and wearing a simple nightie. Ben had not contacted her through the Force Bond since their argument, and it was probably better that he didn't. Rey was confused enough as it was.

She could sense that she was not alone long before she turned around from her simple vanity. "You look beautiful."

She turned to see Poe leaning against the wall of the captain's quarters, admiring her, his eyes filled with hope. Instantly, her throat went dry, her mind flashing back to the kiss they had shared. "How... how was your flight?"

He shrugged and sauntered closer. "Can barely remember it. I couldn't stop thinking about you..."

He was much too close now, and Rey backed away until she was flat against the wall with nowhere to go.

"Poe... we need to talk." Her voice was too weak, and she wasn't sure if she could get out what needed to be said. What she had to say. Even then, she was rapidly questioning if she still wanted to.

"About what?" Poe murmured gently, reaching for her. "Why is it so bad?"

Rey couldn't bear to stare into his eyes. She averted her gaze. "You know why," she whispered.

He blinked. "No, I don't." His face was inches from hers when she dared to face him head-on again.

"Yes, you do. We both..."

And then their lips met, and Rey forgot everything she was going to say. Poe pressed himself tightly against her, his hands falling into the ringlets of her brown hair. Rey felt her arms wound about his shoulders almost involuntarily, and with a pleased groan, she gave in and kissed him back. "Mmmmmm..."

Encouraged that she wasn't pushing him away, Poe gently tugged Rey away from the wall, so that he could slip his arms about her slim waist. His big, calloused hands wasted no time in daring to grope lower, his fingers brushing along the curve of Rey's bum. The digits cupped the fleshy skin, gripping one cheek, then the other.

Rey let out a sharp gasp into Poe's mouth, then with one fluid motion, she brazenly raised her leg to Poe's waist, hooking the thigh around his torso so that their hips locked together. With a start, she realized she could feel his... oh, Force... it was a stiff, long, eager thing.

With admirable strength, Poe lifted Rey clean off her feet, so that she had no choice but to fold her limbs about him, the last of her uncertainty crumbling, willingly participating in her own seduction. Kissing furiously, the pair staggered over to Han's old bed, upon which Poe threw Rey down and moved to straddle her. Rey allowed him to nestle between her legs as he worked desperately to remove his trousers, nearly ripping them off. Rey felt his hands gingerly undo the wrap that served as her bra, revealing her tiny breasts to the world. Her pants soon followed.

The sharp stab of a man unifying with her arrived about a second earlier than she was expecting it to. Rey gasped, choking on the air she inhaled, her whimper soon cut off by Poe bending over her and kissing her deeply. She moaned a little as she rocked her hips into his, slowly learning what to do and Poe acting as her guide. The couple undulated in heat, groaning all the while, learning what their partner liked.

Unnoticed by either of them, a face floated on the edge of the room, brooding. It was the face of a man, with long black hair, unkempt. Green eyes.

A lightning scar on his forehead...