A Scavenger and a Pilot {Poe Dameron x Reader}

Chapter 10 - In the cell

Orphan. Scavenger. Street-rat. A long ringing noise was bothering your ears. You sat up, unable to ignore the throbbing pain in your head. Your throat was sore from the torture Kylo Ren had made you experience, and your wrists and ankles were red from how tight the interrogation chair's cuffs had held you in.

You looked around, realizing you were in a cell. Your stormtrooper uniform was nowhere to be found, and you were sitting in the corner against the wall, in nothing but a plain black tank and pants. A cold breeze crept in through the only window in the cell, surrounding you and causing you to shiver. Why don't you just strip me while you're at it too? You thought to yourself, trying to stay warm by wrapping your arms around your weak, aching body.  

You felt as if all the power and strength left in you had been sucked out by a vacuum, and all that was left was the crude matter of your body. It even hurt to move. Just as you were about to get up and look through the window, you heard a series of noises from outside the cell door. It burst open and two stormtroopers came in, dragging a limp body by the arms. The person seemed unable to fight against them, just like you felt at the moment.

Your heart stopped when they dropped the body in front of you. It was Poe. The sight was too much for you to bear. Poe seemed to be in extreme pain. His left eye was bruised and his face was dotted with scratches. His shirt was tore open to reveal his bare chest, which was painted with bloody red lashes, as if someone had been repeatedly whipping him. His arms had lashes as well.

You gasped. "Oh my god, Poe!" You practically threw yourself upon him, tightly wrapping your arms around him. Tears streamed down your eyes as you held on, not wanting to let go.

"Gently," Poe wheezed.

Your eyes filled with horror and sadness to see him in such an awful state. "How---I don't understand---" You ran your fingers through his messy curls as he looked at you. 

Slowly and shakily, granting him much pain, he raised his hand and to cup your face. He stilled managed to smile that smile he would always smile, and it made you smile. "I told ya I'd see you again, hotshot."

You giggled as tears dropped from your eyes onto his face. "Whoa, hotshot. Don't drown me here," he croaked.

"Even when you're in a state like this, you still manage to be a complete idiot," you told him, smiling.

He smiled back. "Only for you, hotshot."

"How did they find you?" You asked. 

Poe did his best to sit up against the wall, you helped him. "BB-8 and I, we were discovered by General Hux. He caught us in the power room trying to disable the force-field and he had us arrested." His eyes filled with concern. "What did they do to you?" He gently ran his thumb over a cut on your cheek.

"When I came to serve Kylo Ren his dinner, the strength of the Force within him was able to let him sense that it was me, so he tortured me. It was . . . painful," you replied.

Poe scoffed. "To say the least. They tortured the hell out of me too."

"Where's BB-8?" You asked, worried for the little droid.

"He was put into a cell with other captured droids," Poe answered. 

You reached your hand up to feel the cuts on Poe's head. As your fingers grazed his forehead, a warming urge caused your fingers to travel down to his cheek. You cupped his face. 

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. You watched as his teeth were tempted to bite his lip. "(Y/n)---" He took your hand in his. You felt his calloused fingers graze your smooth skin as he looked deep into your eyes.

"Yes?" You asked, returning the stare.

"We might not make it back alive," Poe continued, his fingers venturing up to your face. He caressed your face. 

"I know," you replied, tracing the lines on Poe's hand. 

Poe brought your face close to his, his hot breath against you. The feeling sent a warm current through your body. You allowed your body to rest against his, straddling him. He ran his hands down your legs. You cupped his face with both hands. 

"Where have you been my whole life?" He whispered into your ear. 

He pressed his warm lips against yours. He began kissing you gently, but became more intense. You felt his grip on your legs strengthen, trying to pull you as close as possible. You kissed him eagerly, urgently, passionately. You ran your fingers through his hair as his hands traveled up your back. You lift your arms to allow him to pull your tank off you, the only thing that was covering you. You would've felt exposed, naked, embarrassed. But not with Poe. He made you feel like no one ever had. He loved you like no one had ever loved you. The passion in his kisses made you shiver. He ran his hands down your body, and you began to take his shirt off.

"Owww," he groaned when you accidentally grazed one of the lashes on his chest.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't---" He cut you off and pulled you in, kissing you again. His kisses made their way from your lips, down your jawline, and to your neck. 

The still, hot air in the room made you begin to sweat, and him as well. You kissed his chest, then he put his hand under your chin to guide your mouth back up to his, and you continued to kiss each other. You took Poe's hand and placed it upon your breast, he caressed it 

Poe smirked. "You've got quite the heartbeat there, hotshot."

"And you're quite the kisser," you replied.

"Nah, that's all you," Poe said. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back in, ignoring the aching pain in your body. You didn't care at the moment. You had wanted this so badly, and now you were just letting go. 

Poe laid down against the floor, and you lied down on top of him. He ran his hand through your (h/c) hair. "You're so beautiful."

You stared at Poe, admiring every detail of his rugged yet sexy face. 

Poe raised a brow and smirked once again. "Ya know, you could keep kissing me if you want to. I wouldn't mind."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "You're an idiot, Poe Dameron."

"But I'm your idiot," Poe added.

You smiled. "Yes you are. You knew I couldn't bare to let a gorgeous guy like you out of my sight."

"That's just what I wanted to hear," Poe replied. And once more, the distance between the two of you closed off as your lips came down upon his. Time melted into nothing, and all you could feel was his lips against yours and his hands on your body. Nothing else mattered.

You were in the moment.

Whaddya think? Kind of a steamy chapter, huh? All your dreams have come true, Poe Dameron lovers! ;)