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Good point.
Maybe kissing can be an exception?

you tell me
it's your rule, after all

[ about as close as dutch ever comes to giving up control ]

We can start there anyway.

[ To be fair these are only rules in the loosest possible definition of the word. ]

Your place or mine?

promising
mine

Yours is better than mine.

Just tell me when and I'm there.

how's now for you?

[ no time like the present ]

I can do now.

[ She doesn't have to ask him twice. ]

See you in a minute then. I'll keep my clothes on until I get there.

so long as you don't expect to keep them on long once you're here

I wasn't planning on it.

[ As promised, he'll arrive at her door sooner rather than later. He considered dropping by his own bunk to change out of the flight suit he's wearing, one that's nearly identical to the one he left behind, but that would have been wasted time. And anyway it offers the interesting question of what he is, or isn't, wearing underneath it.

Not that he expects it to take her long to figure it out. She seems eager, and honestly so is he. Even more so now that they're free to do what they want here on the ship, versus having to deal with the constant prying of the Sarano that they had last time. ]

[ he shows up wearing a flight suit and that's familiar. he's there, and that's familiar, too. but the familiarity and recognition that used to be in his gaze isn't there.

dutch doesn't linger on it. instead, she lifts the bottle of spacerum she's long liberated from the bar, wiggling it a little so the liquid inside sloshes against the sides. ]

I kept up my end of the deal.

[ stepping aside to let him in, her gaze lingering. dutch has never been shy and she isn't now, stepping into his space once the door's slid shut behind him. ]

Hi.

[ Poe's had to deal with a lot of odd, lingering looks because of previous meetings that he wasn't present for, and while most of them haven't been too hard to work past he's appreciative of the fact that Dutch isn't dwelling on it too much despite that history. It just makes sense to move forward, and right now especially they both have better things to linger on than the past.

Like the fact that they're alone and she's close enough that he can practically feel her warmth even through the fabric of his suit, he's almost trapped between her and the closed door. But is it really a trap if he wants to be in it? ]

Hey.

[ He's not shy either, which is why he's casually slipping a hand up to her cheek, his fingertips grazing over her skin and toward her hair. She did mention being partial to kissing, and it doesn't seem like a bad way to greet her at the door. Maybe it's impulsive, he's been in that kind of mood lately, but somehow he doubts that she'll mind, not with the way she's already right here. ]

[ she doesn't mind. she whatever the opposite of minds is, instead. and so when his fingers curl over her jaw, she tips her head back and fits herself even more deliberately in his space, one leg between his and their chests touching. ]

Hey yourself, flyboy.

[ gonna kiss her, poe? if he won't, she will. dutch has never minded being the aggressor in these sorts of scenarios (or many others). there's something about control, about setting the pace and the tone.

there's also something to be said for the give and take of a partner she's on even footing with, she's come to learn. ]

[ He's definitely kissing her, and with plenty of enthusiasm. It's hard to tell exactly who got to it first since she's right there too, but the details in how they got here don't matter so much when his mouth is on hers and he's slipping his other arm low around her back, tugging her in even closer, if she's not already pressed fully against him. And even if she is the effort isn't wasted, there are plenty of ways for them to move against each other that make for some very enjoyable friction.

Give and take works for him, it's just naturally how he settles into these things. It's never as much fun with a partner who won't challenge him, and he already knew that Dutch would do exactly that. Not that he has a problem with letting her take the lead here, but he's just as likely to take it back when the opportunity presents itself.

While he breaks from the kiss to murmur a few words he's not pulling away, it's just a pause long enough to take in a breath and chuckle. ]

It'll be a while before we get to those drinks at this rate.

[ Which clearly isn't a complaint. If she would rather indulge in more kisses and some grinding up against this door, regardless of what it leads to? He's good with that too. ]

[ if there was any space left between their bodies, it disappears when he tugs her closer, arm firm around her lower back, and dutch breaks the kiss long enough to grin up at him, something sharp and fierce, while very deliberately rolling her hips against his.

it isn't always zero to hundred in no time with her, but-- it often is. why play coy when they both know this is where it's going? and he gives as good as he takes, which she appreciates. ]

That doesn't seem like a problem.

[ He was already in a mood before he arrived at her door, and even if he hadn't, it wouldn't have taken this much to get him going, not from her. She's completely encouraging every impulsive move on his part, which means that that the first suggestive roll of his hips against hers turns into a very purposeful grind that's only making things feel even tighter and more restrictive.

At some point he'll have to slide back, if just enough for them to strip out of clothes - or at least hastily unfasten buttons and zippers until they're out of the way. Right now though he getting a lot just out of pounding her against the back of the door as if he was already fucking her. ]

It's not.

[ It's probably a minor miracle that either of them is getting out a coherent thought when as soon as the words as out his mouth is right back on hers. But this time with more teeth and tongue than anything else. ]

[ it turns from a suggestive roll of his hips to a purposeful grind that is only going to lead both of them further down this path. it's enough friction that she thinks she could get off from this if they keep it up long enough, that she could come against him just from this.

she doesn't bother responding to the words. why would she, when she could kiss him back instead, when she can nip at his lower lip, draw it in before soothing her tongue over it, when she can reach for one of his hands and drag it between their bodies to palm one of her breasts. ]

[ Poe's more than happy to let her have her way with his mouth like this, as much as he's realizing that he really likes kissing her there are several other things they can do with their lips and tongues that she's evoking so effortlessly. And while she's doing that it's equally easy for him to follow her unsubtle nudging and squeeze the soft curve of her breast against his palm, purposely seeking out the taut catch of her nipple, even if it's still clothed, and deliberately rubbing his thumb over it until it's even more pronounced.

And obviously there hasn't been much of a hitch in the grind that they've slotted themselves into, where he's purposely rubbing the hard length of his own arousal right where she wants that friction the most. He can feel her warmth even through their clothes, and it's absolutley encouraging him.

But it won't be long before he's tugging away from her mouth, not because he doesn't like what she's doing with it, it's just too tempting to kiss and bite along the curve of her neck and throat while he slips his hand over to work on her other nipple instead. ]

[ his cock nestled between her legs gives her something to rub against, the friction perfect even through the layers of their clothing, and with the way he's teasing her breasts, giving her dual points of focus, dutch gives herself a moment to just feel, head hitting the door as she lets it drop back, moaning at the sensation.

she's wet, soaking up her underwear, and he's so close-- it'd be easy to reach between them, to undo their trousers and push them out of the way. to have him push into her, fuck her like this until they both come.

dutch sees nothing wrong with that plan, actually, so she drops her hands down between their bodies to get on just that. (it's fast, maybe too fast, but dutch has never been a patient woman.) ]

[ It is fast, but she's in the mood for it and so is Poe. He's seen more than his fair share of impulsive flings, sometimes with even less in the way of introductions, it's just been a while. Even then though it's rare that he strikes such an intense, mutual chord with someone like this, like they've tapped into some raw compatibility that no one could have seen coming. It's all heat and want and he's overwhelmed, maybe just as much as he's overwhelming her.

If tugging clothes just out of the way is the name of the game, it's one he can play too. While she's unfastening buttons and zippers he's pushing her shirt up, nudging all of the fabric out of the way until she's almost bare-chested, though he has to take a brief detour from exploring that to help her with the situation from the waist down. Not that she needs help getting his cock to the right place, obviously.

He's muffling a groan at her throat as he sinks into that slick heat, as he rocks his hips to eagerly work his way in, not that it's difficult when she's already so aroused and he's so hard. It's almost a shame to rush it — almost — but there's no patience left between the two of them here. ]

[ it's all heat and barely undone buttons and zippers, clothes pushed out of the way but not really taken off entirely-- and then he's sinking into her, a wet slide in until she's filled, the sensation of it leaving her breathless and a little wild, a little desperate. she clenches around him, a challenge in the curve of her jaw but ease in the lines of her body, in the way she meets him and urges him on. ]

Yeah, c'mon, like that. [ mindless noise more than actual words, really. ]

[ He likes those breathless noises, whether or not they're actual words, which is more than a good enough reason for him to keep his attention on her neck for for the moment, alternating between heated, soft kisses that contrast against the pounding rhythm of his hips and sharp nips of his teeth. Some of them might leave marks, though that not his intention - yet. If she encourages him some of those temporary red spots might turn into places where he sucks a more prominent bruise.

None of this is drawing on coherent thoughts, it's all need and heat and tension coiling up in all the right places for once. She challenges him and he has to respond, it's a thrill that drives him on even more, so much so that all he's focused on is fucking her until she's coming for him, preferably with his name on her lips. ]

You've been thinking about this, haven't you.

[ His own words are distracted, punctuated with grunts and louder groans when he hits a particularly good, deep spot for both of them, though there's also something like pleased amusement threading through it. How could he not be pleased at the prospect of her having filthy thoughts about him? ]

Don't let it get to your head. [ that's as much of a confirmation that yes, she's been thinking about this as he'll get. she has been thinking about this-- about the fact that he was gone, that he's back, that he doesn't remember. memories are not something dutch takes lightly; how could she, when khlyen has held hers and aneela's hostage, pieces of her he'd held back? --but about how his cock feels buried inside her, how she likes his shoulders and the stubble at his jaw, the darkness of his gaze, the roughness of his voice.

how he responds to each challenge she issues, meeting her thrust for thrust.

he hits a particularly good spot and dutch's head hits the wall, but she's barely aware of the momentary sting of it, too focused on how bloody good it feels. ] Yeah, like that--

[ She warns him, and all Poe manages in response is a low, rough chuckle against her throat that's interrupted with another groan when she's abruptly arching into him even more. He could tell that he's right where he needs to be even without the help of the empathy bond still giving him very intensely intimate feedback on every subtle shift and thrust, and it wouldn't have changed the way it hits a new note of urgency with him too, because now that he's right there? He's just going to take full, shameless advantage of it, because at this point he's too wrapped up in this, and her, to do anything less. Especially not now that he's feeling that tension building up toward an inevitable peak.

But he won't let himself go until he's sure that she'll be right there with him. He's stubborn like that. ]

You feel so good right now.

[ He's not thinking about it, the words are just rushed out with a heated breath, one that's immediately followed up by another messy, hungry kiss. He has to arch himself a bit more to make it work without interrupting the demanding rhythm those thrusts have hit, but it's not a problem, he's fairly flexible and definitely not lacking in determination. ]

[ dutch tends to hold things back from the empathy bond as much as she can, some of her feelings not for public consumption, but at times like these, when all she feels is pleasure and need, there's no reason to hold anything back, nothing to guard from. this is something she'll gladly share and feeling the answering sense of urgency from him, the need and rising tension, only makes the heat flare up higher inside her, too. ]

Fuck, Poe--

[ the kiss is messy, hungry, sloppy with their need to break it off to drag in panted breaths. dutch keeps moving with him, rolling her hips just so when he's buried inside her at the end of each thrust to rub her clit against his pubic bone and it's perfect, she's not going to last, doesn't want to last.

for a moment, she's suspended at the edge of a cliff, body all taut lines, and then pleasure crashed over her, washing everything away and whitening out her world for several long beats while she's clenching around him. she's making noise, probably, but she isn't really aware of it. ]

[ It was probably inevitable that once one of them tipped over that edge then they'd both be falling apart, and Poe wouldn't have been able to say who hit it first if his life depended on it, not that he would have been wondering at that specific moment. He's not thinking about anything, he's just feeling — the actions come purely on instinct. She clenches around him while he's buried deep, and suddenly those thrusts change from a rhythmic motion to one that presses his cock deeper without rolling back at all between them. All he wants is to be as deeply and thoroughly wrapped around her as he can get.

And that's definitely what this is. He's sure he's never felt as close to anyone as he feels to her in the wake of that orgasm that seems to shake him to his very core, which might come up later in his coherent thoughts but for now it's just what it is, all he's aware of is that everything feels amazing and her heavy breaths are mingled with his own as he grips her tight. ]

I didn't know it would feel like that.

[ It's not so much an attempt at saying something seductive, murmured sensually at her lips, they're just the words that escape on a breath with the kind of exhiliration that he could only compare to what he feels after he's pulled off some extremely dangerous and brilliantly successful stunt while flying. ]

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