Star Wars Smut

Fly Boy on Deck (Poe Dameron) - Part 3

                                                                                 - Next day -

You had been successfully avoiding Poe all day. If someone asked for you to get him, you sent someone else. Anything to prep for missions that you would usually do together, you went in early and did it without him. You just couldn't face him, you felt ashamed for liking what you saw. You felt like you had taken advantage of him somehow; and you felt dirty for even thinking about your friend like that.

He was probably furious with you about you walking in on him and ruining what he had going on. Every time you heard his voice or saw him off in the distance you would hide as fast as possible. You eventually decided to hide out in the flight deck. The previous mission you had gone on ended up with you in a broken x-wing with a missing droid. You needed to be more productive than you currently were at that moment.

You sat underneath your jet as you began making minor repairs on it. You watched out of the corner of your eye as BB-8 rolled around the wing. You didn't pay much attention to it, believing That BB was You were so far away in your own mind that you hadn't noticed when something grasped your ankles firmly until you were being yanked out from under your ship. You let out a loud squeal and began tossing your body around to make whoever was grabbing you release their grip.

Your eyes hadn't adjusted to the sudden exposure to the bright lights of the wing, when you were suddenly lifted from the ground and your body clashed into a firm chest. You clashed against the person trying to get free. You heard a familiar chuckle as your eyes adjusted to the bright light.

"Poe Dameron! You scared the fuck out of me!" You cried out as you slapped his chest harshly. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack from how scared you were.

"Ouch! Hey! Heyy! I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd freak out like that..." He could feel the rapid beating of your heart against him, he couldn't help but press himself against you a little more. His breath fanned across your face slightly. He smelled like a mixture of cinnamon and cologne, it was captivating, but you were afraid that it was envelope you and completely consume you.

"...But it was also kinda funny." He snickered out a smug look plastered across his beautiful face. Smacking him once more, you sighed and tried to get out of his warm and homely embrace, not truly wanting to, but knowing that you needed to. His smirk faltered when you pulled yourself away from him, turning your back to him.

"You've been avoiding me." His voice sounded a little hurt as he watched you begin to fidget with the wing of your ship.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've been... occupied..." You mumbled lowly, picking at the peeling paint on your ship; trying to do anything you could to not look at him. The feeling of warm breathing on the back of your neck made you jump, you tried to turn around, but Poe pinned you to the jet. 

Part 4 coming soon...