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Trying to keep your relationship with Poe Dameron on the down low was proving to be much more difficult than you anticipated. You’d been caught leaving his room in the early hours of the morning by two different people, both of which you had to make up excuses to. You thanked the stars every day you were a decent liar. Not only that, but the other women in the Resistance would hit on your lover, unaware of his feelings for you. He had turned down practically every woman (and a few men) in the base.
It was true, you and Poe had something very special, yet unofficial. Neither of you wanted to label it, you were simply together. When you were certain you were alone, you would sneak the chastest of kisses, the briefest of whispers. It was agitating that you couldn’t scream from the rooftops that you were in love with (and most definitely banging) Poe Dameron, but you loved your little rendezvous too much to spoil it all. It only made it much more worth while to sneak into his quarters in the middle of the night and be enveloped by his affection.
The two of you decided to keep your affairs a secret, the threat of losing your jobs ever present. Though it wasn’t against the rules, you knew it would cause problems somewhere, somehow. It usually does when it comes to being as romantically involved as you were.
“Y/N, how are you?” Poe said, temporarily breaking you out of your paperwork induced trance. You had been at it all morning, and it was growing increasingly mundane. The moment you caught a glimpse of the familiar orange flight suit, tousled amber hair and crooked smile, your mood changed from fatigued to upbeat.
“I’m okay,” you replied. He took note of the deep violet circles that had made a home under your waterline, your disheveled hair, and the mile high tower of papers.
“Did you sleep last night?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously.
“You know I can’t sleep when I have a lot on my mind,” you confessed quietly before returning your attention to the stack of papers in front of you.
“Tell me,” he said, his expression changing from skeptical to uneasy.
“It doesn’t matter, Poe,” you responded, “Please don’t worry about it like you always do.”
“You know I fly better knowing you’re okay,” he smiled, half mocking your previous statement. You glanced up at him under your lashes, catching a glimpse of that damned half smile. His eyes were soft, caring, and genuine. It made you weak in the knees, and you were suddenly very grateful you were sitting down.
“I’m just worried about your trip is all,” you admitted finally. No use in hiding things from Poe, he’d pry it out of you eventually.
When he realized that you were worried about him, he felt his heart ache in the worst way. His smile fell and he nodded, reaching out and taking your meager hand in his. He was trying to be subtle should anyone burst in unexpectedly, but he really didn’t want to be. He wanted you to know that he cared.
“I’ll come back, I promise, Y/N,” he swore, his words bringing you little comfort.
“What if you don’t?” you questioned, squeezing his hand in yours. Your felt his grip tighten, but not enough to be painful.
“I don’t want you to think about that,” he said. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand, a gesture he knew always calmed you down.
“Will you at least try not to get yourself blown out of the sky?” you asked, humor evident in your voice. Poe snickered, lowering his eyes and shifting his weight.
“I will try,” he said, meeting your eyes again and knowing he hadn’t convinced you in the slightest, “I am the best pilot in the Resistance, after all.”
“Y’know, it’s gonna suck for you when one day some amateur is recruited and shows up your egotistic ass,” you taunted him.
“Hey, quit thinking about my ass,” he said, acting shocked at your remark.
“I simply can’t help myself,” you smirked, then winked at him. Poe chuckled once more before leaning forward and pressing brisk kisses to your neck, holding himself up on the desk. You laughed and attempted to push him away playfully, but he had latched on like a leech, peppering kisses to any and all exposed skin on your neck.
“Hey, come on, I have to finish this,” you said, laughter in your words. Smiling against your neck, he pressed one final kiss against your lips, applying a bit more pressure than he did on the others. You lingered there, probably longer than you should have. When the fear of someone walking in washed over you, you broke the kiss, smiling up at the handsome pilot.
“One more,” he breathed, his lips ghosting over yours and sending a shudder down your spine. You couldn’t stop yourself from shivering in delight as you looked into his half lidded eyes. You hated when he gave you bedroom eyes, it always caused a familiar ache to pool in your core. He was practically undressing you with his eyes, his lips millimeters from yours.
“I can’t focus when you’re eye-fucking me, Dameron,” you whispered, locking eyes with him.
“I’d much rather be actually fucking you,” he teased. He was still leaning over your desk, one of his hands tracing patterns on the skin covering your collarbone deliciously. “I think that’s what you’d rather be doing right now. Maybe we can sneak out to my X-wing right now and have a little fun in there for a while,” his hand began trailing lower and lower down to toy with the collar of your shirt, his fingers brushing your skin delicately, his mouth coming closer and closer to your ear, “You’d have to be quiet though, and I know you have a hard time keeping quiet when I’m pounding-”
“I’d rather you fuck me when I know we can be alone,” you interrupted him. His words were definitely turning you on, but that wasn’t what you needed right now. This caused him to pout, his lower lip sticking out in defeat. “Stop,” you pushed, kissing him once more and moving away from him before you lost control and took him right there on your desk.
“Fine, your loss, Y/L/N,” he sighed, striding away from your desk and sauntering toward the exit, “I guess I’ll just have to have a little fun in my ship by myself.”
“Think of me,” you said in a sing-song voice.
“You know I will be,” he winked before exiting your office. That man would be the death of you.