[ in the day-to-day of the resistance, in front of people that see her as a jedi and a counsel to the co-generals that made the decisions, rey was stubborn, steadfast. she was difficult to push or manipulate, a steel wall when she wanted to be. few people had ever seen her be dragged into anything she didn't want to do.
but those people hadn't seen the way rey melted under the right touch, how easily pulled and pushed she was when it was the right people doing the touching. when it's finn's hands on her body coaxing her forward, she's all too willing to move, sliding towards the edge of the seat nearly at the same time, as if some part of her anticipated the request before it was ever brought to light; when it's poe's hands against her jaw, rey leans in without resistance, far too eager to be kissed to complain. ]
Next time, maybe. See if you can keep quiet when it's two against one.
[ that appeals to her a lot more than being down there by herself. she doesn't have complaint with being the one on her knees, but there's something particularly enticing about the idea of torturing poe dameron with two pairs of hands and mouths in the middle of an otherwise crowded cantina. he might be able to resist one of them, but both? she wasn't so sure. ]
[ the truth is that ultimately, they're all going to be weak to resist each other. even in spite of the bickering and the protestations, most of which happens around him without necessarily getting him involved — as if they know he'd never really engage that way because that's just not his first instinct — there's something in how they always come together that just feels electric, and for all the joking about staying quiet sometimes words just aren't necessary at all.
like now, in how he leads her to shift toward the edge of the seat with hands on the outside of her thighs before parting the slit of her dress over both of them; he doesn't need to talk at all, partly because his mouth is going to be fully occupied in a moment, but he swallows down a soft grunt when he realizes he can smell how much she wants this already, the degree of her need, something that only spikes further when poe kisses her like that, readies her further for his mouth below.
he'll start slow, though, as he leans in, sticking out his tongue to drag it against her in long, even stripes, gauging how aroused she is by the sheer taste of her before he purposefully circles the tiny bud of her clit, palms resting on the inside of her thighs to keep her from closing her knees. ]
[ It's no secret that the three of them are together, not when anyone who's curious enough to pay attention would notice the sleeping arrangements of nothing else, but the way they actually come together when it's just about them is something else. Other people don't see just how easily they melt into each other, or how eager they are to touch and be touched in turn, that this is a treasured, private refuge between the three of them. This is as public as it ever gets, and even now a casual observer would only catch half of it, at best.
Poe's grinning at Rey's suggestion, his lips still close enough to brush against hers as he chuckles, since he's just going to kiss her again before he's responding to the blatant challenge. ]
Anytime you two want to try.
[ He can already sense Finn sliding in, pressing his face between her legs, and while he's keeping one hand on Rey's jaw, a steady touch to keep her tilted toward him, his other hand drifts down to settle on the back of Finn's neck, fingertips stroking lightly across his skin. Poe's never been any good at resisting the urge to touch either of them, its even better when he can touch both of them at once and he's not about to start restraining himself now. ]
I'd say we should try it on Finn but I don't think he'd stand a chance.
[ There's as much warm affection in his tone as there is in the slow kiss that follows it. He's not sure if Finn's really listening, but even if he isn't, Poe figures he'll probably know. He's getting used to the two of them being that perceptive. ]
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but those people hadn't seen the way rey melted under the right touch, how easily pulled and pushed she was when it was the right people doing the touching. when it's finn's hands on her body coaxing her forward, she's all too willing to move, sliding towards the edge of the seat nearly at the same time, as if some part of her anticipated the request before it was ever brought to light; when it's poe's hands against her jaw, rey leans in without resistance, far too eager to be kissed to complain. ]
Next time, maybe. See if you can keep quiet when it's two against one.
[ that appeals to her a lot more than being down there by herself. she doesn't have complaint with being the one on her knees, but there's something particularly enticing about the idea of torturing poe dameron with two pairs of hands and mouths in the middle of an otherwise crowded cantina. he might be able to resist one of them, but both? she wasn't so sure. ]
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like now, in how he leads her to shift toward the edge of the seat with hands on the outside of her thighs before parting the slit of her dress over both of them; he doesn't need to talk at all, partly because his mouth is going to be fully occupied in a moment, but he swallows down a soft grunt when he realizes he can smell how much she wants this already, the degree of her need, something that only spikes further when poe kisses her like that, readies her further for his mouth below.
he'll start slow, though, as he leans in, sticking out his tongue to drag it against her in long, even stripes, gauging how aroused she is by the sheer taste of her before he purposefully circles the tiny bud of her clit, palms resting on the inside of her thighs to keep her from closing her knees. ]
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Poe's grinning at Rey's suggestion, his lips still close enough to brush against hers as he chuckles, since he's just going to kiss her again before he's responding to the blatant challenge. ]
Anytime you two want to try.
[ He can already sense Finn sliding in, pressing his face between her legs, and while he's keeping one hand on Rey's jaw, a steady touch to keep her tilted toward him, his other hand drifts down to settle on the back of Finn's neck, fingertips stroking lightly across his skin. Poe's never been any good at resisting the urge to touch either of them, its even better when he can touch both of them at once and he's not about to start restraining himself now. ]
I'd say we should try it on Finn but I don't think he'd stand a chance.
[ There's as much warm affection in his tone as there is in the slow kiss that follows it. He's not sure if Finn's really listening, but even if he isn't, Poe figures he'll probably know. He's getting used to the two of them being that perceptive. ]