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"Funny enough I'm not going to lie here-- I definitely saw your call but I'm going to decide whether or not to respond based on how interesting the message is. I'd make it good. Maybe I'll change your contact to 'Yeah, This is Worth Answering'."


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[flightforfreedom]

[He can feel his heart rate spike, his head pressed hard against the wall and he's very aware, suddenly, of her proximity. But his lips are still in a thin line.

He doesn't doubt for a second that she's stronger than him. After all, he's no god, he's not even really a soldier. He's a pilot. Even if she weren't a god, there's a good chance she could take him.

But he has a gun. And he's a good shot.

And he knows he could do it, whatever the hell that says about him.

But pinning her? Okay, might be a little more difficult in the moment.

He draws in a breath, the plan formulating in the same second that he enacts it - hands gripping the bench he's on as he kicks in his flying powers. The entire confessional rises sharply several feet into the air and then drops - jolting both of them inside, and at the same moment he throws all his weight forward into her to try to pin her to the floor of the booth.]

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[Luci, of course, has no flying powers. She's also never really paid much attention to anybody else's, so it's quite shocking when suddenly they-- hell the whole structure-- is suddenly airborne. Luci stares at Poe as they rise up, eyes wide in total shock, and before she realizes it they're falling and Poe is on top of her as the dust clears. She coughs, completely unhurt, and presses against Poe's hands in a soft effort to sit up.]

FUCK! Ow, get off!

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[His expression isn't amused, and he's got both hands on her shoulders, frowning down at her.]

I'm serious, Luci. [And he'll stay where he is for just long enough to make it clear that when he pulls back, it's not because she told him to. He's pretty sure it's a test, and he wants to pass. It's important. So when he sits up, it's to basically sit back on her thighs.]

No games, no jokes. I'm giving you a path of self determination, if you want one.

You tell me to, and I'll do it.

No questions asked.

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[Well shit, he is serious. Luci expected him to apologize and get off of her with all due haste if she threw one easy lie at him. That's the trouble with being worshiped-- none of these people want to hurt her. She has no idea how Inanna's brain worked when they went Imperial, she doesn't even want to know, but she knows that if she has the chance to lie, she will. They have to be ready for that.]

[She looks up at him, surprised again, and is still until he pulls back. Luci sits up slowly and props herself up with her hands behind her.] Yeah, I want it.

[After a moment she smirks a little and fixes Poe's ruffled hair.] You have more surprises up your sleeve than I gave you credit for.

[flightforfreedom]

[ In any other situation, had she done that, he would have been far too pleased. Would have given a cocky grin and wet his lips and been far too charming for his own good. But he couldn't. The problem was he didn't want to hurt her. And he certainly didn't want to kill her.

But he could. And if it saved her from herself - from everyone else - he would. Even if he never forgave himself for it. ]

What, you didn't think a flyboy could fly? [ He tries, at least, to make it sound like a joke. It comes out a little too dry. He's still sitting back on her thighs - he hasn't gone to move himself from her lap.]

I've got a few, but I'm not gonna play all my cards.

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Smart choice. You never know who's going to decide to stab you in the back one morning.

[Luci's usual grin fades in the face of his half-formed joke. She hates doing this, she really does-- she'd much rather see her people happy and fierce in the middle of their fight, not disheartened by something that Luci has unwillingly embraced, but embraced nonetheless.]

[She runs her hand down from his hair to cup his cheek, stroking her thumb over his quite sharp cheekbone and trying to get him to look at her.] Don't look so defeated, darling. If this happens, we'll laugh about it over drinks after the fact. I promise. This is nothing more than me asking you to fetch my smokes from the corner store. An errand.

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[It's not hard to get him to train his eyes on her, though he let's out a breath.]

Yeah. I know. We're all fucking immortal fireflies. [It's not sarcastic. He believes it, here. Number eleven will mean just as little as the last ten, probably.]

Just wish the bullshit would fall on the people who actually deserve it, sometime.

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Mm. [She moves her hand to the back of his neck, and takes a moment to make sure he isn't about to pull away or express an objection. It feels like the second they laid eyes on each other, they had some tension that Luci has wanted to relieve, but it's been a while. Things happen, people-- unlike her-- keep it to one partner sometimes.]

You don't deserve this, Poe. I tried to keep this from everyone, I much prefer seeing you all high as fuck. ...but even I can't convince myself that no one here would give a shit if I died, and not saying anything could put you all in a deadly position.

[She pulls him and leans forward until their foreheads are touching and she's breathing his air.] Do you want me to sing for you? Would that help?

[flightforfreedom]

[ The deal is sealed, and he has a plan of action. No matter how much he might hate it, he has one. At least as back up, if he can't figure out anything better. So he's relaxing, by degrees.

At least until she pulls up close to him and he's aware again, that almost nervous energy slipping back into his bones as he could feel her breath on his lips. He did not protest. It took effort, not to close the gap on instinct. ]

You don't deserve it either. [ His voice had dropped a few decibels, deepening even as the volume diminished. Other than pinning her, he still hadn't deliberately laid a hand on her, despite her manhandling him.

Probably because a part of him knew all too well how much he wanted to.

A month ago? He would have a hell of a lot more resistance to put up. But he's got nothing left, that way, and they're both going to die probably sooner rather than later, both here and in their own worlds.

And she's always been electricity, to him - jumping under his skin. So he lets out a long breath, lips parting ever so slightly as he tried to ignore the pulse in his throat. ]

That would get me pretty damn high, [ He admits. ]

But so does just being around you, period.

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You have no idea how much I didn't deserve any of this.

[The words are out of her mouth automatically and before she can think about them. But her mind had gone back to Eleanor Rigby, smoking out an open window and playing video games with Hazel. All of that was gone in a few seconds, and her life was cut impossibly short. In its place, she had this burning need to just be seen and heard as long as she possibly could. She'd started playing her part, convincing herself that she did deserve this shitty deal because she was a shitty god.]

[But the longer she spends living here, the harder it is to believe.]

[She grins-- there's a hot rebel on top of her, she can unpack all of this later.] I knew you were mine.

[Luci closes the distance this time, having had enough of the teasing, and kisses Poe sweet and deep.]

[flightforfreedom]

[He didn't, really. He thought he knew, and he knew enough - but if he fully understood the rage would be almost blinding. As it is, he's sees it at injustice. If he knew everything, he'd want to kill Ananke the second he saw her.

He's about to say something to that effect, but she grin at him and his train of thought dissolves utterly under its assault.]

Yeah that was never really in ques-- [But he's cut off as she takes the kiss that he half feels like has been owed her since the first time he ever even saw her, and his resolve crumbles. He lets out a low grown at the back of his throat and pressed forward into the kiss, letting her press it deeper.

His hands suddenly seem to remember their purpose, sliding onto her thighs as he gripped them.

Fuck, but he's wanted this for far, far too long.]

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[Bless this vocal, eager man. Luci needs a few moments away from all of this bullshit, where all she thinks about is Poe and making him groan like that for her again. Yeah, she probably knew deep down that Baal couldn't take any of her darlings from her, but in that same deep down place the Devil is insecure.]

[She hums at the squeeze on her thighs, her other hand pressing against his abs and dragging up to feel while she takes a quick breath and dives back in to kissing Poe senseless. She's good at it, warm and just the right amount of nibbling to give the impression of wanting to really devour him.]

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe was, by nature, a man governed far more by instinct than thought. In the cockpit, he had to be - thought took too long and got you killed. Instinct is what meant you shot the other guy before you even really knew he was there.

So he's not thinking about it, when he reacts to her hunger, he just does it - his own both an echo and an amplification. There no romance in it, really - despite the infatuation he's never quite managed to deny. She was the flame and he couldn't help but fly right into it. Instinct drawing him straight to the light, regardless of consequences.

He really wasn't thinking about consequences.

(Though when did he ever...)

His hands slid to her hips as he pulled himself further into her lap, pressing his body up against hers as he returned every hot kiss with as much - no, more - hunger than it was given.

She could devour him and he'd thank her for it.]

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[Luci has never been one to think of consequences either. She lives on impulse, and thinks about the fallout later. But this? This is nothing. This is for both of them, so Poe can feel a flare of life in her after that downer of a conversation. So Luci can feel a little less nervous that deep down, she's just a battery for her closest band of rebels. They care, for some reason they actually care.]

[That deserves her attention and affection.]

Come here, come here... [Luci leans back, her hand still behind Poe's neck, her other wandering one pushing at his jacket in a gentle suggestion that he take it off.]

[flightforfreedom]

[ It doesn't take very long for Poe to get the message, rolling a shoulder back to pull his arm free and then the other, shucking the jacket off to the side, the hand-sewn Rebellion insignia still visible on the shoulder where it lay. He wasn't paying it any attention. ]

Right here. [ His voice had dropped deeper, a husk to it that hadn't been there a few minutes ago, as his fingers reached out to tug at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up just a few inches so he could slide warm hands onto her bare sides as he pressed forward to take another kiss.]

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[Luci laughs, delighted by how all of this is playing out. She lays all the way back so she can admire Poe as he pulls off his jacket, and she eagerly welcomes him back as his hands go up her sides. She's warm too, of course, but she still shivers from the excitement. Truth be told, she's wanted this for a while too, even through the military-scare he'd put her through. Rebellion radiated off of him like a heavy perfume, and the scent was warm and familiar to her. She'd loved it immediately.]

[She sighs into Poe's mouth, running her fingers through his curls again before pulling her hands away to loosen the knot on her tie. In one motion, perhaps practiced, she lifts it over her head and without breaking their fervid kissing, drops it over his head and onto his neck. Grinning away, she tugs playfully on the tie.]

Too close, now I've got you~

[flightforfreedom]

[ An answering grin pulls at his lips, crinkling at the edge of his eyes as he arches an eyebrow. ]

Should probably warn you... [ He murmurs it against her lips as his hands run a little further up her sides, thumbs brushing over her ribs, completely ignoring the buttons as he just hikes the shirt up higher. ]

I really don't take to captivity well. I tend to fight my way out...

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Yeah? [Luci pulls on the tie a bit harder and arches up into his hands. If Poe was expecting some kind of sinful underwear choice, he may be a little surprised. It's a gray sportsbra. Not terribly racy, but it definitely suits her.]

[She raises one of her thighs in between Poe's legs and continues the teasing-- breathing against his lips as she answers.]

I think I'd love to see that.