Star Wars Imagines

Poe Dameron - Little Shining Galaxies

Poe Dameron had never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

You had been assigned by General Organa to help Poe update the hyperdrive schematics on his T-70 X-wing fighter. Before meeting you, Poe was skeptical, privately asking the General why he couldn't work on his ship with his own hands. The General had only winked at him and told him that he'd soon find out why.

Well, he did find out.

The clever programmer doubled as an electrical technician. You needed no assistance as you fussed with countless wires and input new lines of code using an old-fashioned pin-and-stick system, all the while having an intellectual conversation with BB-8. Your hair was pulled out of your face by tons of tiny braids ending in a thick ponytail that stuck to your neck with sweat. You were so focused that he couldn't help but watch you with just as much focus. To put it lightly, Poe was in awe.

"Commander Dameron?"

Poe snapped out of his trance. He had been daydreaming about you, and he had the most horrible feeling that you could tell by the blush dusting his cheeks. Now, you stood in front of him in all of your ethereal beauty. He swore that he could see galaxies in your eyes. "Sorry, what?"

You grinned, raising a slenderly arched eyebrow in a bold manner. "I said I finished updating the hyperdrive schematics, but your life support system could use some repairs. I just need a new carbon dioxide filter and a gas clamp before I can get to work."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Poe asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. He had nothing better to do, and if it meant he got to spend more time with you...

You shrugged. "Sure."

You lead Poe to wherever you two were going to find the parts you needed, and he walked through a handful of hallways and shortcuts that he didn't know existed. The walls and even the people he passed were unfamiliar. He could only watch your ponytail swing back and forth with every step you took.

Eventually, you came to a screeching halt next to an old swinging door with a brass handle. "Would you mind holding the door open, Commander Dameron? This corridor is rather drafty, so the pesky thing likes to shut and lock itself whenever it feels so inclined, and I'm going to need both hands to grab the filter."

"I don't mind at all." Poe smiled and reached for the knob. It was cool in his hands as he opened the door. The closet was the smallest thing he'd ever seen. There was little to no standing room with all three walls packed tight with shelves of parts and parts upon parts.

You reached up towards the top of the furthest back shelf, but you couldn't reach the box you needed. You even stretched up onto your tiptoes and swung your fingertips wildly at the edge. A band of skin around your waistband peeked out from under your jacket. Still, you couldn't reach it.

Poe let go of the door and stepped inside to help you with the box.

The door slammed shut with a bang, hitting Poe on the ass.

And the room was dark.

"Commander Dameron?"

Your bodies were pressed snugly together. Poe decided then that he liked his name on your lips.

"Yes?"

You shifted against him a small bit.

"Do you mind if I turn around?"

"No," he said shakily.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke up again. "Someone will notice that we're gone eventually, right?"

Poe coughed anxiously. "I hope so."

He swore that those galaxies in your eyes were shining.