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Poe’s mind wandered to several hours earlier when he had you pressed against the wall, his mouth on the crook of your neck and hand between your thighs as your breathy moans filled the space between you when he should have been focused on steering himself out of an asteroid field.
Bb-8’s urgent beeps helped Poe regain enough control of his ship to narrowly miss colliding with the massive hunk of space rock and he hurtled forward in hot pursuit of the First Order scout he had been assigned to follow, catching up with the opposing ship and blasting it to smithereens.
With his mission completed, Poe flew back towards base to debrief his superiors on the assignment, but when he found your underwear in his pocket while changing out of his flight suit, Poe decided his report could wait to be delivered later…much later.