Here's where the smut begins. Sorry, not sorry.

Poe stared at his reflection in the mirror as he finished shaving, trying his best to not look over at the towel rack on the outside of the shower door, where Rey's panties and bra were hanging. Did she have another pair, he wondered again, in spite of himself? Not that it mattered, but the idea of her being commando under those cute little shorts she had come out of the bathroom wearing was more than a little titillating. Of course, he was gonna give as good as he got; before his shower, he had rinsed out his own boxers and they were hanging on the same rack. He knew he didn't have another pair, so the sweatpants he had pulled on were it.

He tore his eyes away from the damp underwear and rinsed his face, then shook his head at himself in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, he headed out of the bathroom.

Rey was sitting at the little pine table with their meal set out in front of her. She was taking a bite of her salad when her eyes focused on him. She paused, her glance both startled and admiring as she gave his bare chest and sweatpants a once-over. She completed her action, looking away a bit self-consciously as she chewed. He remembered again that she had written smut about him. Or one of his characters, anyway. He was super curious to see how she had described his body in those stories of hers.

He sat down across from her, noticing that she had already taken a few bites of her burger as well as the salad. He was about to make a joke about her not waiting for him, but decided any teasing before he ate his own meal probably wasn't a good idea; he was starving. Besides, he needed the energy if tonight was going to go as he planned. It had been a long few days, with the hard physical labor of hiking in rough country combined with irregular sleep taking their toll. But he was not going to let this one night of safety and privacy go to waste. Who knew what the next few days would bring?

They ate silently, and for the most part it was a comfortable silence, but as they both neared the end of their meals, Poe noticed Rey casting him nervous glances. She was already thinking ahead, and she didn't seem very confident about what might happen. Poe finished and leaned back in his chair, eyeing her calmly. She refused to look at him, restlessly putting together the containers and used napkins and other refuse from their meal into a neat little pile, then she picked it all up, stood, and dropped it into the garbage can behind her.

She turned back to the table, but didn't sit, and she still wouldn't look at him.

"What happened?" Poe asked softly.

She met his eyes this time, startled. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "Suddenly, you're acting like we just met again," he said. "Like we haven't been through hell and back together these past few days."

Rey hitched her shoulder up. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm…" She took a deep breath and looked at him.

Poe saw the fear in her eyes, but he also saw the hope. She still wanted this to happen, he thought. She was just thinking a little too much about it. Probably reminding herself who he was, and trying to convince herself it could never really happen.

"Hey!" he said suddenly, his voice bright. "How about dessert?"

He stood as Rey glanced about her, a confused look on her face. He hadn't ordered dessert.

He moved toward her, stopping in front of her and grinning. "It's not on the table," he said softly. "It'll be on the bed."

She focused on him, her eyes widening. "Oh…" she breathed. "That's… really cheesy."

They both laughed, and Poe could see her nerves ease. "I know," he told her, still grinning. "But I am very much looking forward to it," he continued. "If you still are."

Her smile faded, but she kept her eyes on his, nodding. "I am."

He moved in and took her lips with his, not giving her another second to stop and think. She responded as he had hoped, her mouth opening under his without hesitation, and once more the passion that they had found out on the trail just before they heard the plane was back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smoothing one of her hands along his bare shoulders, and he felt a shiver of anticipation. He wanted those hands all over his body, touching all of his skin.

But first he wanted his dessert.

He turned her and backed her toward one of the beds. When he felt her bump into it, he grasped her shoulders gently and pushed ever so slightly, backing away from her just enough to look at her. "Lay down," he told her. His voice was more forceful than he had intended, but by the look in her eye, she didn't mind. With a slight smirk on her lips, she sat down on the bed, scooching herself back a bit while keeping eye contact with him. Her immediate obedience sent a bit of a thrill through him; this was something he hoped they could experiment with more in the future. But for now…

He dropped down on his knees in front of her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her breathing began to come faster as she realized what he was planning to do. He reached for the waistband of her shorts, then started tugging on them. "Lift," he said, his voice gruff now. She did as he asked and he slid the shorts off of her and down her long legs, one glance telling him immediately that her only pair of panties were hanging in the bathroom. His cock surged to attention, but it would have to wait its turn.

Gently but firmly, he parted her knees, sliding his body in between her spread legs. He could smell her now, and he groaned at the deliciousness of it. If she tasted as good as she smelled… He looked up at her once more. She had dropped down to rest on her elbows and was watching him with what looked like total disbelief and wonder. Her eyes met his once more.

"This has to be a dream," she breathed out.

He shook his head. "No dream. This is absolute reality." He leaned forward, using his hands to push her knees apart even more, then began kissing up her inner thigh, reveling in the smooth, soft skin, licking it and sucking on it every few kisses. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he immediately nosed the top of her slit, pushing his way through the thin nest of dark hair guarding her sex, until he found her clit. Her body jerked in response and he smiled, then brought his mouth up so his tongue could play with the small, sensitive organ he was about to claim as his own.

Rey began to whimper and moan, and her noises only excited him further. While he had done this before, he wasn't as experienced as he knew his fans wanted to think he was, but he was determined to make sure this particular fan was absolutely, unquestionably satisfied.

He toyed with her clit for a while, then let his tongue and lips stray along her vulva, paying close attention to the way she moved, the sounds she made. A gasp here indicated a sharp jolt of pleasure. A moan there told him something felt really, really good. A whimper and a wriggle of her hips told him what he was doing was almost too much, but not so much she wanted him to stop.

He was aware of when she let her upper body fall back onto the bed, and her hips began a rolling motion at about the same time. Somehow, without any words being said, he understood, and he brought his hand up, bringing a finger to her now soaking pussy and sliding it in as he continued to lick and suck on her. Her loud moan told him he had guessed right, so he added another finger, curling them both upward, searching for that spot he had only ever read about.

She began panting, and suddenly one of her hands was gripping his hair. He pumped his fingers a couple of times, then curled them up once more, stroking the wall of her vagina as he sucked a bit harder on her clit.

Rey exploded. There was no other way to describe it. Her hips rose off the bed and she cried out sharply, her fingers tightening on his hair. He groaned, feeling his own arousal skyrocket. He kept his fingers and mouth working her until he felt her start to come down, her whole body tremoring. She released his hair but kept her hand on his head, gently pushing against him. He responded by slowly backing away from her, removing his fingers carefully, watching her intently as she continued to tremble. Her whole body was a rosy color, her neck and face especially bright. She was staring at the ceiling, blinking rapidly.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, bringing her hands up to cover her face for a moment, then she opened her eyes and lifted her head to look at him. "Holy hell," she whispered. "Do they teach that at Juilliard?"

Poe laughed. God, he loved this woman!

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