Pilot's Chair: Poe Dameron x Reader

                                    

                                          
A/N: requested by blondebucky - sorry if the time line and things are completely messed up because i haven't watched the sequels in a hot second
Warnings: swearing sort of, fluffy mostly, too short but i like it anyway for once,
Word count: 899
You're in the hull, carefully labelling and organising the wires hidden under the Millennium Falcon's floor panels when you hear cursing from upstairs. Glancing up, you blow some hair out of your face and grin at the familiar sound of Poe's voice, wiping the oil off your hands onto your trousers and scrambling out into the corridor. Poking your head into the cockpit, you have to stifle a laugh at the sight that meets you.
'You okay there, Poe?'
He scowls at you, the epitome of indignance as he squirms in the pilot's seat, hands pressing down on the arm rests, his booted feet braced on the floor. Blowing back a black curl that's fallen perfectly across his forehead, he jerks his chin at you.
'Are you just going to stand there?'
You grin. 'Are you just going to sit there?'
'Can't really do anything else, can I?'
You smile impishly. 'No, not with your ass stuck in the pilot's chair.'
Walking over, you take a moment to appreciate him before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his cheek, feeling the scratch of his five o' clock shadow on your face as you pull away; but not before you card fingers through his curls. You lean against the dashboard, hands on your hips as he strains a little, trying to squeeze out of the chair, before he slumps back down with a huff, staring up at you with the look of a kicked akk puppy.
'Help me, please?'
You laugh. 'Only because you asked so nicely, flyboy. What would General Organa say if she saw you like this, unable to get out of your pilot's seat? Getting old, Dameron?'
He pouts, opening his mouth to protest, but you beat him to it and grab his hands, tugging him up out of the chair. Smiling like the loth cat which just got the cream, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair and kissing your forehead. Leaning against him, you close your eyes, hooking your arms around his neck and just enjoying his proximity for a moment before you pull back.
'You weren't really that stuck, were you?'
He grins. 'You needed a break anyway.'
You raise an eyebrow, fiddling with the chain of his necklace. 'I did, did I?'
He nods, but you can tell his mind is wandering because his eyes are fixed on your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. Running the tiny links of his necklace through your fingers, you grab it and use it to pull him forward, fitting your mouth to his. Sighing, he runs his hands down your back, pressing you closer to him, and you melt into his warm embrace, the sweet taste of him still on your tongue as he draws back, eyes bright as he grins at you. You flash him a devilish smirk before reaching around and squeezing his ass.
'Ass too fat, huh?'
He squawks in protest. 'Hey!'
You roll your eyes. 'Yeah, yeah, pretend you didn't like that.'
'Never said that,' he replies with a smirk.
Sweeping you up in his arms and over his shoulder, he strides out of the cockpit. You squirm against his grip, but he holds you fast before chucking you down onto the bed, giving you barely a moment to catch your breath before he jumps on top of you, squeezing the air out of your lungs as he tickles your ribs until you begin to wheeze.
Eventually, he rolls off you, and you rest your palms on his chest, manoeuvring yourself so you lie on top of him, your stomach pressed to his as you gaze up at him, chin on your forearms. He smiles fondly at you, and you turn your head to kiss his knuckles as he brushes them against your cheek. Reaching up, you begin to play with the chain around his neck again, fiddling with the ring strung onto it, and he sighs, resting his head back onto the pillows.
'You know, that ring was my mum's wedding ring.' He glances down at you. 'And one day, when all of this is over, I'm going to give it to you. We're going to get married, and we're going to live on some planet somewhere where we can have a family. We'll be happy.'
You feel your eyes start to prick with tears, and you grab his hand and squeeze his fingers, smiling at him as you kiss his knuckles again. Reaching up to cup his face, you swallow, your heart ready to burst with love for this man.
'I'll be happy wherever you are, Poe,' you whisper. 'I'll be happy as long as I'm yours, and you're mine.'
He dips his head. 'Forever.'
The two of you go silent as he pulls you closer to him, burying his face in your hair. Your body seems to fit exactly in his arms, and you close your eyes, just basking in his presence, just basking in the way that everything has fallen away until it's only you and him, the stars streaking past out in hyperspace.
After a while, you speak up. 'Do you know you're pretty, flyboy?'
'Now I do,' he smiles. 'Do you know you're pretty too, sweetheart?'
'Now I do,' you answer. 'And we'll get a new chair for that pretty ass of yours.'