#commander dameron

“Damn it.” You said, leaning into the cockpit of your X-wing.

You heard your BB unit chirping away underneath you.

“Yes, get in there and see if you can figure it out, Otto.” You said to him before reattaching a wire that had been disconnected during your most recent battle.

“Hey!” You heard behind you.

You jumped. Normally you were sturdy on your ladder. Loud noises happened all the time and you were never so clumsy as to fall, but not today. Today the Maker blessed you with the clumsiness of a toddler and immediately you felt yourself falling backward.

“Oh shit!” You yelled as the ladder tipped, and you lost your footing.

You tried to grab onto something on the way down, but there was nothing. You were up high, and expected to hit the ground and have the wind knocked out of you, but instead your fall was much softer. You smiled, realizing that you were ok. That was close, that would’ve really hurt, you thought, letting out a breath. Otto started rolling over to you and chattering wildly, and you noticed BB-8 rolling over with him. That’s when you realized who had called to you, and that’s when you felt his body rustling underneath you.

“C-Commander Dameron!” You jumped up quickly and saw him lying on the ground, groaning.

“I’m…I’m fine.” He grunted, trying to sit up, “nope, nevermind I’m not fine.”

There was blood trickling down his face from his nostrils, and you noticed that he was favoring his arm. You’d really done some damage to him. You held the communicator on your wrist up to your mouth quickly. Panic was spilling out in your tone.

“We need medical over to hangar 2-C, Commander Dameron is hurt!” You knelt down next to him. You had a clean shop towel in your pocket that you pulled out and used to pinch his nostrils. “Are you ok?”

His eyes remained closed, “I hurt…a lot.”

Your heart was racing, “ok, ok well, just wait here, the medical team is coming to get you.”

“Why did you…couldn’t you find something to hang on to?” He asked, keeping his eyes still closed.

“You jumped me! Maybe don’t sneak up on people while they’re on a ladder!” You defended, but you still felt really bad. “I’m really sorry I…I’m not usually that clumsy.”

He finally opened those brilliant eyes. Having a crush on your superior was hard. Knowing that you’d probably broken his nose and he was going to hate you forever now was even harder. Internally you were yelling at the medical team for not being there yet to break the awkwardness by now.

Finally, a team of officers charged in with a stretcher and some supplies ready to help Commander Dameron get to the med bay. You moved out of the way quickly. They took over and checked him over.

“Yep, I think my arm’s broken!” Poe whined from where they were hoisting him up.

You saw through their bodies the dark eyed glare he sent you. Even if it wasn’t entirely your fault, he was going to make you feel bad. Commander Dameron had a tendency to be tough as nails in the field, but when it came to the common cold or a minor injury, he acted like death was at his door. You were sure he did it sometimes to get out of boring and mundane tasks.

“What happened?” The woman you recognized as the head of the medical team, Avra, said as they loaded Poe onto the stretcher.

“He jumped me while I was on my ladder and I fell back and landed on him.” You said. “It was an accident.”

She rolled her eyes, “He should know better.” She was used to Poe’s shenanigans by now.

“Is he going to be ok?” You asked as she started to walk away.

“It’s Poe, nothing can keep that idiot down for long.” She smirked before turning away and heading toward the med bay.

You stood there with a pit in your stomach. You’d injured the Commander. He couldn’t even move when you stood up. What was he doing scaring me like that anyway? You thought. It’s his own fault, right? It didn’t matter, if it was the Maker’s fault, you felt guilty, and you wanted to make it up to him.

He’d always been so kind to you. He was always willing to work with you when you were slow to learn something new, he always made well, and poorly, timed jokes to cheer you up when you were feeling down, and most of all he was a great leader. Even when things felt hopeless, he was there to give everyone hope.

“Hey!” You turned and saw your friend Arla coming your way.

Her smile was infectious, inspiring your own. You waved to her as she approached before putting your hands in your pockets and exhaling a deep sigh.

“What’d you do to the Commander?” She asked, nodding in the direction of the med bay.

You looked over there, feeling a pang in your stomach, a heavy reminder that you would be feeling guilty about this for months. You turned back to look at her.

“I fell on him. From that ladder.” You pointed to the metal apparatus that sat toppled over beneath your ship. “Think I broke his nose, and maybe his arm.”

She giggled, “y-you broke his nose?” Her small giggle turned into an eruption of laughter. You nervously wrapped your arms around yourself, hoping no one was paying attention. “That is too good. Prettyboy Poe Dameron with a broken nose.” She wiped a stray tear.

“I mean, it was an accident.” You said, walking back over to your X-wing and picking up the ladder. Arla followed after you.

Otto chirped away, rolling over to the ship to join you.

“No, I think we’re done for the day.” You said to him.

You were grateful when she decided to change the subject. “So, got any plans for Valentine’s Day?” She leaned against the ladder.

Your blood went cold. It was Valentine’s Day… You’d completely forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day, which made the fact that you’d injured Poe even worse. What if he had a date? What if his date never forgave him for not showing up for their plans and it was all your fault? The thought that you may have single handedly ruined Commander Dameron’s night and potential love life rendered you frozen in place with your friend snapping her fingers in your face.

“Hello…are you listening to me?” She sounded annoyed.

“I ruined his whole life.” You said vacantly.

“You wha-oh, Maker, that’s enough, you’re being foolish.” She patted you on the shoulder. “Just go check on him in a bit. I’m sure the guy is fine, it’s not the first time he’s been beat up.”

That’s just what you did. You waited until you were sure no one else was around and the medical tent had settled before you stepped in timidly to check on the banged up pilot. His arm was in a sling, but you were sure he would forgive you for that, it was his face you were worried about. Commander Dameron was attractive, everyone liked him. He had charisma, good looks, and charm that could kill.

You’d worked under him for a long time. In fact, he was the one who taught you how to fly. When you first joined you were a terrible pilot, able to get from point A to point B, but never much further. He’d seen to it that you were skilled enough to assist him in nearly any scenario, and you were proud to fight by his side. He probably hated you now, he probably wouldn’t want to see your face, but you had to apologize.

“Are you gonna come in or just stand there like a weirdo?” He asked, lips curling up at the sides in a smirk.

You jumped, not realizing he’d seen you, “I’m sorry!” You rushed into the room quickly so you didn’t continue to seem odd. “How are you feeling?”

He groaned, using his good arm to sit up further on the bed.

“Well, nose is busted, clearly, and I have a sprain in my arm, but nothing serious. Should be all fixed up in no time!” He didn’t seem upset at all which took you by surprise.

“I am so so sorry.” You shook your head. “I really didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, you should be. I'll never emotionally recover from that violent attack.” He said, chuckling. “It probably didn’t help that I jumped one of my pilots while she was several feet in the air on a rickety ladder, but…”

“Is there anything I can do for you, Commander Dameron?” You asked, hoping there was some magic task he could give you that would make everything better.

“I’ve told you a hundred times to call me Poe. And actually, yeah, if you could go talk to Alex in inventory and grab a card for Valentine’s Day, I need one.” He said.

“Oh! For your Valentine.” You saw him struggling to reach for some water. “Let me help.” You rushed over and grabbed the cup. “Here.”

When you brought the cup to his soft lips you felt your heart stop when his hand reached up and touched yours gently. He just needs to stabilize himself, don’t read into it, you said to yourself. He just told you that he needed you to grab a Valentine’s Day card for him, remember? He already has someone he’s interested in, and it’s not you. Calm down.

No matter what you said to yourself, it didn’t stop you from feeling a bit jealous when you left the medical tent that you were running a romantic errand for Poe’s date. He didn’t owe you any loyalty, it’s not like he was your boyfriend, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the smallest bit heartbroken over the reckless Resistance pilot. He was gorgeous, yes, but he was also funny, kind, and loyal, everything someone could ask for in a partner.

You shook the thoughts from your mind while you approached the inventory counter. You had to stop thinking like that, he was never going to be your boyfriend, he clearly already had someone in mind. Alex, the bubbly man that kept track of everything coming into and going out of the Resistance base lit up when he saw you.

He said your name, “...how are you darling?”

“I’m good.” You smiled, unable to keep your sour face with Alex’s cheerful personality in your vicinity. “Um, I actually need a Valentine’s Day card.” You leaned on the counter.

“Oh?” He pulled out a box from below the counter, opening it to reveal an array of paper cards for any occasion. “You have a special person in mind?” He looked at you with a sly smirk.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, “no, it’s not for me. Commander Dameron asked for it.”

He pulled out the Valentine’s Day cards from the box and put them on the table.

“Why didn’t he come get it himself?” He asked you.

You shrugged, “um, I think he was busy.” You lied, you didn’t feel like explaining to everyone in the Resistance that you’d broken his nose and sprained his arm. “What card would you get for a date? I don’t know what he wants, he didn’t specify.”

“Why don’t you pick one that you might like?” He suggested.

You shuffled through them at least three times before choosing the one that you felt would’ve best suited you if you were the recipient. Whoever got the card was going to be so happy. Imagining the smile on their face at first made you smirk, but then you felt that stab in your gut when you remembered that you didn’t have anyone getting you a card like this for Valentine’s Day and your smile subsided.

“Whoever he’s giving that to, I’m sure she’ll love it.” Alex said, putting the unchosen cards back in the box.

“Yeah…I think so too,” you said, “thanks Alex.”

“No problem darling,” he winked as you departed, heading back for the tent.

When you went back into the medical tent, Poe was shirtless while a nurse looked him over. You felt a lump in your throat and thought for a second that maybe you should turn away, but he beckoned you over as soon as he saw you.

“They were just finishing up.” He said, nodding at the nurse.

She gave you a kind smile as she left the private area of the tent the two of you were in.

“Oh, here you go.” You walked over and handed him the card.

“Thank you.” He set it down on the table at his bedside. “Would you be able to do me one more big favor?

You were glad that he was asking you for help. The truth was that it helped ease the guilt you had for falling over and hurting him. If you had been paying more attention, or at least not so clumsy, then he wouldn’t be in this situation. The least you could do was help him make his Valentine happy, since you likely ruined her evening too.

“Sure, anything.” You said all too eagerly.

“Could you go out into the woods and see what you can find for flowers? She likes the purple ones that turn more blue toward the center. Know what I mean?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah!” You chuckled, “funny, those are my favorite! I know exactly which ones you’re talking about.” You left the tent all smiles, ready to help him in any way you could once more.

One of the best things about D’qar was its beautiful landscape. The forest was filled with lush greenery and trees taller than any you’d seen on any other planet. It also had those beautiful pale purple flowers that you loved so much. It wasn’t their smell that captivated you. While the scent was lovely, it was the mauve hue that shifted into a deep blue that really made you smile. They were just so beautiful.

When you found one, you walked over to it and knelt to the ground. You touched one of the soft petals in your hand. It was a breathtaking plant. It sort of hurt to cut it from the ground the way you did, but you did it anyway, pulling your knife from your pocket and slicing the stem.

You found several others like that, and by the time you were done you’d collected at least eight. You found some other small white flowers to arrange with the bouquet that you’d made. Whoever this woman was would be so happy when she finally got to see what Poe had planned for her. Jealousy tore through you once again as you got closer to the medical tent with your floral collection.

You and Poe had been friends for some time. After spending a while teaching you how to fly, he also spent a significant amount of time teaching you about basic ship repairs and techniques with a blaster. He had been on dates since you’d known him, but none seemed to stick. While you felt a little envious of the Valentine’s Day mystery woman, you hoped that this one made him happier than the others.

Even with a broken nose, his appearance took your breath away. He was so handsome. Dark curls in disarray from the fall, smooth skin that begged to be touched, and eyebrows that always seemed to sit perfectly without need for plucking. You were squeezing the bouquet in your hand and Poe was looking out through an opening in the tent from his bed. You were sure being in the darkness on such a beautiful day was frustrating for him. Something else to feel guilty about.

“Do you want me to open a curtain for you?” You asked, placing the flowers on his bedside table.

He reached out and grabbed your hand, caressing your fingertips with his thumbs and flashing you a brilliant smile. Be still your beating heart.

“Thanks for grabbing those. That would be awesome. Dark as hell in here.” He said in his deep, sultry voice.

You felt your stomach drop. You wished he wouldn’t touch you like that. It only added to the sickly feeling that came with running Valentine’s Day errands for him and his mystery date. You gulped harshly and pulled your hand away, walking over to the tent flap and pulling it aside. You secured it with a string.

“How’s that?” You asked, turning back to look at him.

He was staring right at you with a soft, hooded gaze, “beautiful.”

You sucked in a breath, “ok, well if that’s everything…” You started to walk away.

“Wait!” He called to you, you turned back around. “One more thing, can you run to the kitchens and see if they have any wine? The pink kind, please?”

This woman had good taste, whoever she was. She liked the same kind of flowers as you and the same kind of wine. You nodded before leaving the tent once more. You wished he’d had you get everything all at once. You felt like that would’ve been so much easier, but instead you were running around back and forth, and your eagerness to help him was waning with every task you completed. Your jealousy was rising slowly, and you felt bad for that in addition to breaking his face.

When you got to the kitchen, it was easy to find anything. You had a friend in almost every part of the Resistance. It made it easy to get what you needed when you asked for something like pink moscato on Valentine’s Day.

“There’s only one bottle left, and it’s for Commander Dameron.” Koline said, shrugging. “Sorry.”

“That’s who I’m grabbing it for. He…he’s busy and said he needed it for his date tonight.” You were still trying to avoid admitting that you’d broken his nose and busted up his shoulder.

Your eyes were begging for her to trust you. Koline groaned and opened the fridge before turning and handing you the pink glass bottle.

“If that goes to the wrong place, he’s gonna have a fit. You know how he can get, so I’m trusting you with this.”

You nodded, “I’ll make sure it gets to him.”

You had every intention to bring him the wine. Walking was something you could safely say you were good at. One step in front of the other. How hard could it be? Apparently it was very, very difficult on this day. You found yourself tripping over quite possibly nothing, the ground coming closer to your face. You managed to stop yourself from getting hurt, save for a scrape on your arm, but the bottle of wine was a different story.

Liquid soaked into the soil of D’qar, and glass glittered everywhere. You immediately wished you could be like the wine, soaking into the dirt where no one could see you and witness your shame. You lay there on the ground for a minute, looking up at the sky, wishing you were anyone else. Not only had you totally ruined Poe’s day by destroying him physically, you now couldn’t even properly deliver his Valentine’s Day items he’d so kindly requested from you.

Before anyone had seen you, you got up and brushed yourself off. You sulked into the medical tent where Poe was laying right as you’d left him. You crossed your arms over your chest and wished you could disappear inside of yourself when his beautiful brown eyes locked on to yours. You noticed the flowers in a vase of water now at his bedside. The nurse must’ve taken care of them.

“Did you drink all the wine on your way here?” He asked, smirking at you.

“Commander I-”

“Poe.” He corrected you.

“Poe…I dropped it and it shattered.” You groaned, “it was an accident. I'm so, so sorry. I’m just so clumsy and stupid…” You let out a heavy sigh. “I just feel so bad. Like, I should’ve been more careful on that ladder, and now you have a date and I’ve completely ruined it twice!” You ran your hands down over your face, still thinking of how you wanted to disappear.

“Well, I wouldn’t say you’re especially clumsy. But dumb…?” He went to shrug but then winced.

Now he was just being hurtful.

“Ok, you don’t have to be rude-”

“Who else do you know in the Resistance who is as obsessed with these flowers and that wine?” He stared at you, waiting for an answer.

You gulped, “it’s one of the most common flowers on D’qar, and I’m sure the reason there was only one bottle left wasn’t due to lack of popularity.”

Poe pursed his lips in defeat, “Ok, fair…but…” he let out a heavy sigh. “Can you actually come here and help me?”

You stepped closer, “help you with what?” You asked.

“No, come here.” He beckoned you over with his good arm. “Stand next to me.” You walked over and stood at his side, and he grabbed your wrist. “I have to tell you something private, come down.”

You leaned over and then he grabbed your shirt collar and pulled your lips to his. You sucked in a breath of surprise before melting into it. It would seem that maybe you were, as he’d so kindly put it, an idiot. He’d been sending you around gathering all of those supplies for…you. You were Commander Poe Dameron’s Valentine. When the kiss broke, you felt like a pile of mush.

“It was all for me?” You asked, still unable to believe it.

“Of course it was.” He smiled at you.

You noticed blood trickling down his nose again through the bandage.

“Shit.” You scrambled to find a towel. When you did, you pressed it to his nose delicately. “I can’t even kiss right.”

“Oh, baby, that might be the thing you’re the best at, been waiting a long time for it.” His eyes looked like they were twinkling, and you were wondering if maybe when you used him as a cushion, you hit him a little too hard.

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Poe had been reading an old book he’d found, but upon hearing you nervously waiting at the entrance door, he had stopped and tried his best to calm his heartbeat in time for you to join him. Your presence was something that he looked forward too, and frankly, it was something he found himself thinking about more and more. You’d not made any label for your relationship, but he rather liked the idea that it was you and only you who had this sort of effect on him— the nervous, stuttering, shaking effect he had cursed until you had said it was cute one day. 

“Hey there, Commander.” You hummed, resting against the back of his chair. He spun in his seat and faced you, making you slip a little. You recovered, but you weren’t prepared to be pulled into his lap. The chair for the pilots seat was massive— something your father had probably modified so he could get more comfortable on long trips like this one. It was big enough for you to settle your knees on either side of Poe’s hips, and you relished in the fact that you were so close to him. 

“Hey, Princess.” He smirked— he’d called you ‘Princess’ ever since he had found out that you were Leia’s daughter, and as much as you told him you hated it, you really couldn’t find the will to. 

“How’s my favourite hot shot?” You replied, feeling remarkably satisfied that he himself turned pink. He cleared his throat and placed his hands n your waist, thumbing light circles into the soft fabric of your casual dress clothes. 

“Better now that you’re here.” He hummed and you rolled your eyes, muttering something about him being a cheeseball before leaning in and kissing him lightly on the lips. You pulled away quickly, making him chase after you for a succession of deeper, longer kisses. 

Your tongues melded together lazily— no rush to get anywhere. Your body pressed itself closer to him, and he hummed when you wiggled closer, slotting your leg between his and straddling his left thigh. It was almost instinct for your hips to roll against it, and you moaned slightly at the feeling of his tough pant rubbing against the thin fabric made for the hot weather of the moon the rebellion was stationed at. 

He pulled away at your first moan and you flushed red, making to get off of him. You hadn’t done anything sexual with him quite yet, and hadn’t meant to grind on him— it had just been a natural instinct. 

Instead of disgust, however, Poe was wearing an expression that you didn’t quite recognize. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“Do it again.” He commanded, the familiar tone of ‘Commander’ ringing through the room. You choked on your breath and flushed red, but rolled your hips against his thigh regardless, feeling your eyelids flutter with pleasure at the pressure between your legs. 

He watched your eyes shut closed, and let his hand pull your hips towards him again, watching as the blush on your cheeks drifted down to your neck and beneath the hem of your shirt. He guided your hips against him, enthralled with the idea of you using him for pleasure. 

“So pretty like this.” He whispered, leaning forward to kiss you and settling back when you followed him. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair and the fabric of his shirt, rocking yourself harder on him and muffling the sounds you wanted to make in his neck. 

“Poe.” You breathed, breath floating across his neck and making goosebumps erupt across his body. Gods, the way you said his name when you were feeling this good had him wanting to fall on his knees for you. He moved your hips faster, pulling you harder down on him and making you shiver and bite your lip. 

“You want to use me?” He smirked, coaxing your o open your eyes and look down at him. Your eyes were blown out with pleasure, and the sight went straight to his dick, making his pants impossibly tight. “Come all over my thigh? Say my name again.” He begged. 

“Poe, I want to— oh, heavens.” You cursed, listening to him obediently and not letting yourself close your eyes or fall into his shoulder. Instead, you looked into his deep brown eyes as your mouth popped open, and your brow furrowed the closer you got to your release. 

“Come for me, Princess. Be my good girl and come.” He crooned, working your hips harder against him. He looked down and moaned a the sight of a slight wet spot on his dark pants— you’d soaked through your own pants, and bat he way your fingers dug into his shoulders, you were close. 

“Come on, Sweetheart.” He nodded, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You let out a small squeak of a moan as you came on his thigh, and he made his work on your neck, licking and kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. 

Once your high had ended, and your body stopped jolting, you looked down at him with sheepish eyes. 

“I’m sorr—“

“Don’t you dare apologize. That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while, okay? Fuck, Princess. You on my thigh using me for your own pleasure? Best thing that could have happened to me today, honestly.” He praised you and you snorted, kissing him and pulling the small lever not he side of the chair, reclining a bit so you could half-lay on his chest. 

“We should change.” He said after a few moments, and you only nuzzled your nose tighter into his neck. Maker, you hadn’t felt this satisfied or relaxed in…. You couldn’t even remember how long. 

He solemnly watched you go through the tools bit by bit and getting out the little compartment from BB8‘s metal torso. You had the patience and precision of a monk. He would‘ve gone crazy if this had happened on the other side of the galaxy. He loved his little buddy, but fixing him was a pain in the ass that he would rather see other people do. You typed the serial code of the part into the surface next to you, „Should be available and ready to install in a week.“ *A WEEK?* A loud beeping came at you. „Buddy, calm down.“ You heard the man across from you chuckle at his little companion. „Oh, wait. Let me fix your antenna real quick.“ You got BB‘s antenna and pushed it back into its usual form. „There you go, BB. Is there anything else that your old man did with you?“ You smiled and got a little happy roll back. *Chipped my painting on my head.* He beeped. „Excuse me? That was the First Order idiot, not me.“ Came back offended. *Well, you let it happen.* He beeped back and turned away from both of you. „I have your paint here, BB8.“ You giggled at the both of them talking like an old couple.

You got out the specific white paint and a heating tool to work it in with. Painting over a chipped piece wasn‘t as easy as painting a whole droid, it took a while of standing, heating, painting and heating again. „Sooo, do you get much traffic here?“ You heard from the commander. „Actually, not as much as I expected when I took the job.“ You smiled, heating BB‘s head piece again. „Well, the resistance doesn‘t have as many droids as anyone would expect them to have.“ He chuckled, his skin glowing in the overhead light. „Yeah, but the ones we have are cute little helpers, like you BB.“ You cooed down at the droid and got a happy beep back. „Don‘t make him too happy. Don‘t want him hurting himself on purpose just to come here.“ You both chuckled as you put the heating tool on one last time.

After a while of silence your curiosity got the best of you. „Is flying in a fighter fun?“ You looked up as you set the tools aside. „Depends on your definition of fun.“ He smirked at you and you felt heat rising in you. „Well, it sounds like it‘s fun unless you‘re being attacked.“ You shrugged, trying to come off as nonchalantly as possible. „I mean, we could take you on a flight someday.“ He suggested almost a little nervous. Was Commander Poe Dameron flirting with you? The man that just destroyed his second Dreadnought in the same month? There was a suggestive sequence of beeps emitting between the two of you and you snapped out of it and continued putting away your tools. „I mean, I‘d love to. But with our current luck, we‘d probably be attacked mid-flight.“ You smiled, reaching up to put the last box away. *She‘s right.* BB8 beeped. „I know, buddy. But what else am I supposed to do?“ The later part was very quiet and not meant for your ears. *Use your brain.* Quiet beeps came back. „Fine. If I really have to.“ He tried to sound annoyed.

You let BB8 off the table and had him roll around you with happy beeps. „So, uh, what‘s your name?“ Commander Dameron asked scratching his neck. „Y/N.“ You smiled at him and got a soft smile back. „Call me Poe. We should meet up once you‘re free and I‘m not blowing shit up.“ He smiled down at you. „Well, I‘m free now. Where are we going?“ You smirked up at him. „Could fly you down to the other city. Heard they have sandwiches with some weird seaweed there.“ He suggested and shrugged. „Something that isn‘t basic rations sounds really good right now.“ „Well then. Buddy, get my fighter ready!“ He looked down at his BB unit. You heard happy beeps leave your proximity. Poe looked after him before he snapped his head back to you, „You‘re THE Y/N? The girl that fixed that super old base we occupied?“ „Yeah.“ You scratched your arm bashfully, „I mean, you‘re THE Commander Dameron that just fucked up a second Dreadnought.“ „Guess it‘s meant to be.“ He smirked all cocky. „Watch it!“ You rolled your eyes smiling.

Guess your day will end with a flight in a fighter and sandwiches shared with a hot pilot.