Kibo ✶ Poe Dameron x Reader

Chapter 23 - Fine

sorry it has come so late!!

Chapter 23

When morning came, everything felt like it was back to normal despite the hangovers some of us were sporting not-so-gracefully. Everything except the fact that today was the day that Rey and Chewie and Artoo would be leaving with the Falcon.

We know where Luke is and that's such a relief but knowing him as well as I do, he's stubborn and we have no idea how long it'll take for him to cave in and come back to what he does best.

Rey was silently shitting herself. It showed quite apparently in the many messages she had sent me through my hours of slumber. Whereas I slept in my room with Poe as it happens every night, she spent her first night on the base next to Finn's side.

The messages in question varied from: I can't do this, I'm not ready.

To: I'm the only person who can do this, right?

And it's true - she was the only person who could do this. In such a time like this when there is a literal war going on and the threat of attack around every corner now we have successfully destroyed the Star Killer base, no one else could possibly take the time to up and leave on such short notice. So, the best thing we could do was allow her to go with two others who would help convince Luke who also weren't a strict part of the Resistance.

Waking up felt strange. It felt like I should've felt differently, but it didn't. There was a cold space next to me - which earned a groan in response to my inability to snuggle into my own personal human heater. But the shower is on, he's not far.

Without much of a word being said, I get out of bed, go to the bathroom and simply get in the shower with him after taking off my - well, his - t-shirt that covered my body. The only sound surrounding the two of us as we exchange a good morning kiss and wash off the events of the last few days, taking extra care of my wounded shoulder, is the water hitting the floor and our skin and the gentle hum of an old song Poe is singing.

He gets out first, giving me a bit of peace I didn't realise I needed so badly until now. It's been months since I last had a nightmare of the night of the massacre. Although Kaiya's face is still burned into my mind, nothing as aggressive happens anymore. I guess I have Poe to thank for that - turns out that after years of medications, therapy and meditations, the only thing I really needed was for someone to come and sweep me off my feet.

Eventually finishing off cleaning myself, I get out and change into my normal base clothes.

"When do you think we will be back out flying?" I ask him as I put on a shirt, silently looking in the mirror and noticing how much weight I've lost over the last week or so.

"When we need to," he stands up from my bed and wraps his arms around my waist, leaning his chin in the crook of my neck as he presses a soft kiss to the skin behind my ear. "That's the life of a pilot, doll,"

"I know, I'm just getting antsy now it's been a while since being in my x-wing," I place my hand on his cheek, stroking his five o'clock shadow that tickles my collarbone. "I'd be thankful for a supply run at this point,"

"I want to fly a TIE again," he says bluntly as my face contorts into an expression of confusion.

"Babe, you almost died trying," I laugh in disbelief.

"But it would've been a cool way to go, let's be honest!" he exclaims in a very over-the-top manner. "I would've died a happy man: flying a cool ass ship, a hot babe and an awesome droid,"

"Ok, Cassanova," I pat his cheek with a wink as I put on Dad's jacket. "Let's go see Rey and my Uncle off,"

We walk down together. All the pilots are there looking over their own ships, others milling around doing whatever they have to. We approach the Falcon - a bittersweet sight - and see Mom giving her goodbyes to Rey and our favourite Wookie.