One more chapter of bliss...

Three things came to Poe almost immediately as he woke the next morning. The first was that he had slept more deeply than he had done in months, if not years. The second was the feeling of the woman sleeping plastered against his back, the reason for his restful and stress-free sleep. He had never been the little spoon before, he thought with a smile. The third was that the sun was already up.

It was the third realization that made him jerk completely awake, pushing himself up on his elbow and reaching for his phone on the nightstand. It wasn't until he had grabbed it and turned it on that he saw it was Rey's. His own face looked back at him from the lockscreen, an older photo, and he frowned in confusion. Realization hit, and he started grinning.

"Whatimesit?" Rey mumbled from behind him, obviously having been wrenched from sleep by his sharp movement.

He looked at the time on the phone, his body relaxing. "It's only a quarter after seven," he told her. He shifted so that he was lying on his back, and Rey moved to accommodate him without leaving his personal space. He showed her the phone as she lay her head on his shoulder. "Ooops," she whispered and he chuckled.

"Want to check your messages?" he asked, noting there was a waiting text.

"It's not locked," she told him without lifting her head, her voice sleepy. "It's either from Finn, Rose, or Cal."

A warmth filled him at her trust in him, and he opened the text. "Cal will be here around ten to drive us to Pinedale. He says our luggage is there and we should have time to change clothes before the press conference scheduled for noon."

Rey raised her head, completely awake now. "Press conference?"

He smiled at her. "For me, mostly, although I think as many as the survivors that want to participate should. All of you are going to be pretty famous for a while."

He watched as panic flew across Rey's expression, and it worried him a bit. He was already envisioning a permanent relationship with this woman, but if that happened, she was going to have to get used to being in the public's eye.

She took a deep breath and glanced at him, giving him a soft smile. "Ten? That doesn't give us much time."

He frowned. "To get ready and have breakfast?" he asked. "How long does it take you to get ready in the 'real world'?"

She giggled. "I was thinking about time for other things before getting ready and getting breakfast." She started running her fingers along his chest, intentionally rubbing her thumb lightly over his nipple.

His body responded immediately. He cleared his throat. "Well, we could save time by showering together," he suggested.

She offered him one of her big, beautiful smiles. "I like the sound of that!"

Grinning back, he tossed the phone back on the nightstand and started sitting up.

"First one there gets to choose the water temperature," Rey sang as she threw off the covers and scooted off the bed.

Poe was momentarily distracted by her naked form, then had to untangle himself from the sheet as he pulled himself out of the opposite side of the bed. "No fair!" he called. "You're closer to the bathroom!"

She just giggled again as she disappeared inside the little room. When Poe got there, she had the light on and the water running. Her hand under the flow, she looked back at him with a smile. "Don't worry. I won't make it too hot."

He snorted and shook his head, then reached for her, wrapping his arms around her in a bear hug. "Make it cold," he told her as she squealed. "We'll be hot enough."

She pushed at him, laughing. "Stop being so cheesy!" she said. "Are you always like this without someone to write your lines?"

He howled with laughter, then put a hand under the water stream himself. "Perfect," he said, still chuckling, and stepped into the shower without letting go of Rey.

"Poe!" she squealed and laughed. The sound was like music to his ears. "Argh! It is cold!" Despite her protest, she turned her face into the water, ducking her head under the stream.

He grabbed up the small bottle of body wash and crowded her so he could get under the water as well. They continued to push each other playfully, trading the bottle of soap back and forth, scrubbing themselves and each other in turn. Poe spent a great deal of time on her breasts, lifting each in turn, squeezing them, rubbing his thumb over her nipples, and smiling at the sounds she was making. He started moaning as well when her small but strong hands reached his half-erect cock. She brought her lips to his neck and began to softly bite and suck on him as she ran her hands up and down his shaft.

Eventually, the washing and rinsing was forgotten as they began to kiss and fondle each other in earnest. Poe was thrilled to feel fresh slick between her legs, and she lifted her hips up when he touched her there, asking without words for more. He kissed her, taking his time letting his tongue explore her mouth, his hands sliding up and down her back and buttocks. He gently grabbed her thigh with his right hand and pulled on it. She allowed him to lift it so that she could wrap her leg around him, opening her core. She moved her hips, her slick center rubbing against his erection.

Being of similar height, Poe briefly thought about simply backing her against the wall and fucking her that way, but when he remembered her teasing him about her wanting him to be 'in charge' the night before, he decided he wanted to test just how far she would let him control things.

He backed away from her and she opened her eyes, surprise flashing across her face as her leg dropped back down. He stared at her intently for a moment, then said gruffly, "Turn around."

Her eyes widened at his command, but something wild and exciting flashed in her gaze at the same time. Then she did as he asked, turning her back on him. The water was hitting them from the side, which suited Poe perfectly for what he had in mind. He grabbed her hips firmly, then slid his foot between hers, using it to nudge her feet apart slightly, spreading her legs. He could see her breath quicken, and without any more encouragement she leaned forward, pressing her hands against the wall of the shower, essentially giving him permission. Offering herself to him.

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Good girl." She emitted a soft moan in reaction. Smiling, he ran a hand along her back, his fingers smoothing along the ridges of her spine. "You are so fucking beautiful," he told her, admiring how the spray of water splattered and glistened on her pale skin. She had freckles even on her back, he noted.

"Poe, please?" Her voice was trembling.

"Please what?" he asked as he let his fingertips glide lightly down along her sides. She shivered.

"Please… fuck me."

"I thought you'd never ask," he told her, gripping her hip with one hand, and grabbing his now fully erect cock with the other. As he lined himself up with her pussy, he continued talking to her. "So, so fucking good, Rey," he said as he slowly pushed himself in. "You're so wet, but so tight," he continued. "You fit me so perfect, I feel like you were made for just me." He pushed all the way in as she moaned, arching her back and rocking back into him. "Tell me what you're feeling, Rey."

"So full," she gasped. "So full."

"Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head vehemently. "No! I can't… I can't explain. It's… oh, God! It's perfect."

He slid out almost all of the way, then back in, reveling in how tight she was. "That's because you're perfect, Rey," he groaned. He pulled out again, then in, rocking his hips in a slow but firm motion.

She brought one of her hands back to grasp his wrist. "More," she breathed. "Please more. Harder."

He obliged, her begging turning him on more than he ever thought possible. "You like it like this?" he asked. "Being taken from behind?"

She cried out in response. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

"Have you ever written a scene like this in your stories?" he couldn't help but ask.

She choked out a laugh. "Actually, no," she shook her head, looking back at him for the first time since he turned her toward the wall. She grinned, then gasped as one of his thrusts hit a sensitive spot. "This is all new for me in every way."

He grinned back and picked up his pace, gripping her hips even harder, the sound of their bodies slapping wetly together increasing his arousal even more. She turned back toward the wall, a soft wail on her lips. "Oh, fuck! I'm close!"

He wasn't even touching her clit, he thought. Words. She was a writer. She wanted words. "You feel so damn good, Sunshine," he groaned. "I've never wanted anyone the way I want you. You're mine. Please say you're mine!"

"Oh, God, yes!" she cried, and he felt her body tighten everywhere. "I'm yours. Always yours!" She dropped her head, her fingers scrabbling at the wall, her back arching and her legs tremoring as she came.

Poe had no more control. He should pull out, he thought. It would be simple, easy. But something hedonistic and greedy inside him prevented him from doing so. He cried out, releasing himself inside her once more, claiming her, owning her.

Just as she already owned him.

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