This is where my story decided it was bored and needed something more. I guess I just can't write multi-chapter fluff!
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The next three days were as perfect as any vacation could ever be.
Poe's decree that they put sex 'on hold a bit' only lasted until the next night, when he once more arrived at her bedroom door after dinner. This time there was no question that he wasn't just there to sleep. When Rey once more complained that the bed was too small for the both of them, he replied, "Yes, but this room is also farthest away from Kes' bedroom!"
They made sure to get out of the house during the day, taking long hikes through the jungle, doing whatever chores needed to be done around the farm, and talking. They talked about their childhood, about their adolescence, about their favorite meals and their favorite hobbies. For Rey, most of the latter two were things she was just discovering, not having much of either on Jakku. Poe showed her his favorite swimming hole, only to find out Rey really didn't know much about swimming. While he taught her, he also talked about the Anglers that sat on the rocky shore and how to avoid the Armored eels that hunted crabs (they were too small to be dangerous, but their bites hurt!) and of course he complained about the woolamanders that screamed at them from the treetops. Despite his grumbling, Poe admitted he was still fond of them, if only because they were part of his home.
Then there was the sex.
Poe had never felt this insatiable in his life. It didn't matter what they were doing or where they were, as long as they were alone, one meaningful glance was all it took before they were pawing at each other's clothing, either removing only what was necessary or when they felt they had time, stripping down completely. Poe had believed that the more they made love, the less powerful that electric feeling between them would be, but he was wrong. If anything, it seemed to get more intense every time they came together. It was as frightening as it was thrilling. He couldn't get enough of her and she seemed to be facing the same dilemma.
Three days after their first encounter under the tree, they made their way into the village for the first time since the night of the dance.
Poe found he was both nervous and excited about being seen in public as a couple. He really wanted to show off to whoever cared (especially Dar, he had to admit) that he and Rey were now together, but he was also a bit worried that this fantasy come to life would fall apart when exposed to 'reality.' Of course, it didn't. Rey kept hold of his hand as they walked down the boardwalk, heading for Poe's favorite diner, The Lotus, and she showed no inclination to let it go.
When they walked into the café, Poe was surprised to find it quite busy. The owner was another familiar face from his youth, and one of the few successful non-human business owners in the village. Zomnei Trabil was a Duros who had come to Yavin IV with her father over fifty years previously. They had lived in the jungle not far from the Grand Temple when the Rebellion had moved in, and both she and her father had helped the new residents become accustomed to the flora and fauna of the planet. When Wetyin's Colony had formed after the war, they had both moved into the village and opened The Lotus as the first public eating establishment. Her father had passed a few years later, while Poe was still in his teens, but Zomnei had kept the diner going. It was still Poe's favorite place to eat outside of his father's kitchen.
After they were seated at one of the few available tables and given menus, Poe saw Saramia and a man he didn't know enter. Saramia saw him and waved, then motioned toward her companion, her eyebrows raised in question. Poe looked at Rey, a bit worried about her reaction, but Rey, who had been following the silent conversation, just nodded an affirmative. Saramia and the man, a tall, skinny blonde with a crew-cut, made their way over to the table.
As they sat down, Saramia smiled at both Poe and Rey. "It's crazy in here today," she said. She acknowledged her companion, who was eyeing both Poe and Rey with a serious expression. Poe realized he recognized the man from Clint's the night he met up with Saramia and her friends; he had not been a part of their group, however. "This is Lun Hilt," Saramia said. "He's a local pilot that has agreed to fly me to Ryloth tomorrow." Poe knew the First Order had a large presence on Ryloth right now, but no one knew why. Apparently, Saramia wanted to find out. "This is my old friend Poe and his friend Rey."
Poe nodded at the man politely, but then felt Rey squeeze his thigh under the table. He looked at her, noticing that while her expression seemed pleasant, there was a definite coolness to her gaze as she looked at the pilot. Rey didn't trust him, and Poe trusted her instincts. He turned to Saramia, who was watching both Rey and Poe with narrowed eyes.
"You needed a pilot and didn't ask me?" His tone was teasing, though he felt more than a little anxiety thanks to Rey's distrust.
"You're on vacation, Poe," Saramia said with another smile. "One that is doing you wonders, from the looks of it." She looked at Rey, her smile genuine. As if she knew that Rey and Poe were now much more than friends. Hell, if Kes had come to town any time in the last couple of days, everyone probably knew.
The four of them ordered and ate their meals while chatting about nothing in particular. Hilt was silent for the most part, only really speaking when he was asked something directly. Rey never seemed to take her eyes off of him, though she kept up with the conversation going around the table. As soon as they were done eating, Hilt excused himself, telling them he would pay the bill for the table on his way out and he would see Saramia the next day at the public landing field.
"Be careful with him, Saramia," Rey said softly as the man left. "There's something 'off' about him."
Saramia nodded. "I could tell you were watching him awfully close. I'll check into him a bit more before tomorrow."
Rey seemed relieved by her response. The three of them stood and left the café, with Saramia turning to face them as Rey once more grasped Poe's hand in hers. "So, I see you two worked things out," she said with a smile.
Rey gave Poe a look of surprise. He shrugged. "After we stopped assuming certain things and actually talked, yeah." He cocked his head. "How did you know we needed to 'work things out'?"
"Poe, it was pretty obvious thanks to the heart eyes you had whenever you looked at her what you wanted," she grinned. "And Dar told me Rey wanted the same thing."
Poe looked at Rey. "Dar knew?"
Rey shrugged. "I had to tell him why I couldn't stay with him that night."
Saramia laughed. "Oh, you two were meant for each other."
Suddenly, Poe's commlink chirped. He pulled it out, knowing it had to be his father; nobody in the Resistance was close enough to activate it. "Yeah?"
"Poe, you have a message from your boss," Kes said without preamble. "She needs to talk to the two of you. She wants you to comm her back ASAP."
Poe glanced at Rey, then Saramia. "We're on our way." He nodded to Saramia. "Be careful with Hilt," he told her. "And we'll see you later?"
"Unless that was the message that ends your 'vacation'," she said, nodding at his commlink. "Then I'll see you when I see you."
Rey reached out to Saramia with her free hand, and the dark-skinned woman grabbed it with both of hers. "Thank you, Saramia."
"Be safe. The both of you."
Rey and Poe headed for Poe's speeder at a fast walk, then Poe raced as fast as was safe back to the Dameron homestead. Kes met them at the door, his face somber. "She want us back?" Poe asked as he headed for the comm station.
"Yes," Kes mumbled.
Poe frowned at him, then at Rey, before sitting down at the station and starting his transmission. Within seconds, Leia's image appeared before him in a hazy holo.
"Commander," she said, her expression serious.
"What's going on, General?" Poe asked as Rey leaned over next to him, her shoulder gently brushing his. "Do you need us back?"
"You need to leave Yavin IV. Immediately."
"Why?" Rey asked.
"We intercepted a garbled transmission from a First Order dispatch center. We couldn't hear the full message, but the words we did catch are worrisome." She took a deep breath. "The words were 'scavenger,' 'Supreme Leader,' and 'Yavin'. They know where you are."
"Hilt," Rey whispered. "I recognized him from the dance the other night."
"He was at Clint's, too," Poe nodded.
"But we can't leave," Rey told Leia.
Poe agreed. "Whoever is coming will find Kes."
"Bring him with you," Leia stated.
Poe heard his father snort in the background. "Even if I could convince him," Poe said, glancing back at the older man, "they would just go after others in the village. You know they would have no qualms about torturing and killing anybody or everybody."
"So, you're suggesting that you stay and fight?"
Poe looked at Rey. Her eyes were huge and worried, but he knew exactly what she was thinking. He looked back at Leia. "Yes."
Leia sighed, then shook her head. "We're on our way."
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