General Organa wasn't pleased with Dara going back to Coruscant, but she asked that Poe stay with her. The General wasn't going to order him to bring her daughter back to the Resistance base against her wishes. So Poe had to basically become her partner in whatever she was going to do. He had to watch a Jedi's back. He really hoped the jedi was going to have his back. Coruscant was a big planet that was complicated. And Dara was going to get involved in social intricacies. Poe didn't know how he was supposed to assimilate himself into that, or what role he was to play in all this. But he would do his utmost to help her. Setting down on Coruscant again, Poe wondered about that really decent hotel he had stayed at last time. He wondered if they had a room for him. Dara came to lean next to him as he landed gently. She seemed to have bit more confidence about her.
"We need a quick rundown before we go out there. On Coruscant, I'm a disgustingly wealthy diplomat. I'm popular. I attend society events. Whatever. You. You're going to be an interesting one to explain. I'm going to suggest to you, that you pretend to be my consort. You can live with me in my apartment, but you will have to go out and be seen with me in that capacity. Are you a good liar?"
"Of course I am!" he answered, automatically. Then he thought about what she had to say. She wanted him to pretend to be her fake boyfriend. "Oh please tell me I'm your trophy boyfriend! PLEASE! Tell me that's why we're dating." That got a bit of a smile out of her.
"Poe, I saw you, and thought you were the most handsome and impressive man I had ever met. So I introduced myself to you in a bar. We hung out for a while and fell madly in love. You fell in love with my money, and I fell in love with how I could show you off and make everyone jealous." Poe grinned.
"I like being a trophy wife." Poe felt a little bit smug. Dara wrapped her arms around him from behind, and kissed him on the cheek.
"I love my trophy wife. I'll have to get you some better clothes."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?!" She made to move away.
"A princess can't date a greaser. I have to class you up."
Poe stood up and followed her.
"So… What… Are you actually a Princess?!" BB-8 twittered at him to stop talking, that he was making a fool of himself.
"Princess Leia is my mother… That sort of thing runs in the family." They exited the ship together, bags in hand.
"So when I called you Princess and you said you weren't…"
"I just didn't think it was a good nickname. Kiss me." Poe didn't ask why. He stopped and turned to face her, as the wind rippled through his hair. He put a hand on the back of her neck and looked into her eyes. He leaned up to kiss her, very tenderly and lovingly. He felt as though she melted in his arms. He meant every second of that tender kiss. "Just… so… Our story seems credible." she said, breathlessly.
"What story?" he said, half sarcastically. He pulled her close and gave her a hug. "Let's go home, Princess." Her face looked like the image of adoration. They were meant to be together. They had to be. He couldn't imagine why they shouldn't be. He told himself he'd try his best to keep Dara happy. He'd try his best to make this work with her. If that was what she wanted. He didn't want to fight with her anymore. She was worth every effort he had in him and then some.
Poe twisted in front of a gilt, floor-length mirror, which he knew was antique.
"I hate it." he said, with a bit of a pout. Dara had stuffed him into a shirt, tight, creased pants, and a goddam blazer. He looked ridiculous. She'd even had the audacity to style his hair. "My ass looks humungous." Dara rolled her eyes, as she stalked around her bedroom in red glitzy heels, poking a heavily jewelled earring through her ear. Her dress was floor length cream chiffon, that floated around her like wisps.
"You've a wonderful behind. Come on. We're going to be late." Poe sulked a little in front of the mirror.
"You get to look like an angel, and I look like a booty dancer from Tattooine. Jabba would have had me on his pleasure barge, let me tell you." Dara was standing behind him now, supressing a laugh. She towered over him, but the sight of them together silenced him. Her hair was in an elegant updo. She was definitely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he looked right by her side.
"I prefer you looking like a pilot. Leather jacket and dirty hands. It's sexier." He turned around and held her by the waist looking up at her. "What are you doing.
"Getting into character." He leaned up again and kissed her. He was very glad he hadn't overstepped, and that she kissed him back. He didn't want to get too carried away, so he kept it gentle.
"We have a Gala ball to attend. Are you excited for your first Coruscant high class society event?"
"Ecstatic." he said sarcastically.