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Poe Dameron- Birthday Party

Part of a loose collection of stories, brief scenes of dating Poe Dameron (~900)

Contents: language, flirting, kissing, fluff

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Another day in the resistance

Your birthday. Which Poe is so excited by.

He's like a hound who can't contain himself and his little tail wiggles his huge butt and he causes absolute chaos with his enthusiasm.

You wish you could focus on that enthusiasm. Unfortunately, it is the chaos that has to be dealt with. He has laid absolute waste to the planning and maintenance schedule in favor of throwing you a birthday party.

Of course you've had a party before. A few. Before you were old enough to remember them. But none here in the Resistance. You'd kept things pretty professional until Poe had redefined the words 'personal boundary.'

And Poe is a man who loves an excuse to celebrate.

You don't have the heart to tell him that you don’t see the big deal. It’s just another day to you. Instead, you try to think of it as an opportunity to make Poe happy, and people could use the morale boost.

You carefully rework the maintenance schedule with your second in command, giving everyone at least an hour or two free. Poe takes the entire day off, which you've never seen him do before.

He will not let you help in any way and staying at work helps tamp down your nerves. All those people. All those hours of smiling, even among friends, takes a certain amount of bravery. You're not used to the spotlight like Poe is.

You finish logging a new shipment of parts at the very last second of your scheduled workday. You shut off your computer and wind your way back to the quarters you’ve shared with Poe for a handful of weeks now.

People smile at you in the hall and say happy birthday. That part is nice, relaxing almost, that even with all of the chaos that war brings, the Resistance is still about people. 

Then it occurs to you, will you have to make a speech? Oh fuck. Well, If Poe makes one, you're definitely not saying anything. The man's a born motivator and could charm the helmet off a Mandalorian.

Brain scrambling, you enter your quarters. It smells different, like this baked fruity cakey thing your mom used to make for your birthday. You recognize it anywhere, and it's there on the table where Poe's sitting. It instantly makes your mouth water and your heart ache.

Poe taps one boot impatiently, a huge grin on his face.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." He stands up abruptly and walks over, gathering you up for a kiss. Warm, soft, gently pulling your top lip into his mouth to tease it with his tongue. He remembered not to shave because you'd told him how much you love to feel the scruff on his chin and face rub over your skin. His hands pull you close, almost possessive if Poe were that type.

But it's more like it just wouldn't occur to him to kiss you any other way, kissing you like you exist only for him and he exists only for you. There is nothing else in the galaxy. It is absolutely, inarguably, some of his very best work.

When he breaks his lips away from yours, you're dazed. When you remember to you to open your eyes again, Poe’s face is serious, his eyes slowly scanning over your face as he traces his thumb over your bottom lip.

You smile slightly at him. "Isn't it rude to be late to your own party? Because this is how you make us late."

He kisses the tip of your nose. "You were right on time. This is it."

You tilt your head back to look at him, confused.

His lips press together briefly, he runs his hands up and down your back.

"I got carried away with the party thing. You were a little freaked out, I could tell."

"Oh, no,-" you start to lie. Poe lays his fingers over your mouth.

"Your birthday is about you. Not me. Not the Resistance," he says. "Besides, I had the mess hall make like, ten of these cakes so everyone will still get to eat it. And you and I get an entire one for ourselves.”

“You did so much planning, though,” you protest.

“And you got to watch me try to do a tenth of what you do on a daily basis and do it really poorly,” he laughs. “Is that enough of a birthday present?”

You smile. “When you put it like that, then, yes. You’re the only person I’ve ever seen who couldn’t figure out how to make a to-do list.”

He shrugs self-deprecatingly. “My job is to sit in an x-wing, have bb-8 punch some coordinates in, blow something up, and then I come home to you. Easy.”

“That part is easy, but you do so much more than that.”

He nuzzles his nose against your cheek. “Stop complimenting me. I’m trying to compliment you.”

He folds you into a hug.

“Thanks, Poe.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t feel bad about the party. This way, I get to have you all to myself.”

“Ah, an ulterior motive reveals itself.”

He nods, his dark curls nodding too. “You’ll still have to hear the speech I was going to make, though.”

“I knew you’d have something to say,” you say.

“Actually, that was what made me re-think the whole party. If I spoke, then you’d have to speak and you hate that kind of thing.”

You lean in and kiss him, tilting your head to get your lips between his, even though you’re still smiling. “You know me too well.”

He takes in a deep breath, hands wandering down your body. “Okay, I think I have to give you your present early,” he says, brown eyes wide. “Maybe a couple of them.”

“How many are there?”

He shrugs, all fake innocence. “I don’t know, how many do you think you can have in one night?”

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