tros fix it drabbles â 1/? written under the assumption that ben defects in the first part of the film and joins up with team resistanceÂ
âYou remember the last time we were on Kijimi?â
Ben says nothing, but the tops of his cheeks go red.
âYour dad brought us,â Poe continues. âLeft us alone on the Falcon for the night.âÂ
The cart theyâre hiding behind jostles unexpectedly. It sends Rey bumping up against his back and Ben colliding with Poe, who is subsequently pressed further into the hidey-hole. Ben has to place a hand on the wall near Poeâs head to steady himself.Â
His breath hitches just a little. Itâs not unpleasant to be pressed between Rey and Poe, but the situation isnât exactly comfortable, either.Â
âYeah,â Poeâs jaw angles upward. Thereâs a smirk on his lips that Ben would very much like to smack off. âIt was a lot like this.âÂ
Reyâs breath is hot on his shoulder even through the layers of his tunic. âWhat is he talking about?â
âNothing,â Ben tosses her way, nearly a hiss. His eyes narrow. âHe needs to shut up.â
âHe,â Poe clearly doesnât appreciate being discussed as if he is not there, âis simply reminiscing on pleasant past memories.âÂ
Poe shifts just so as another faction of troopers stalk by. Rey presses tighter to avoid their gaze and Ben... Well, Benâs counting backwards from a thousand in Alderaanian in a desperate attempt to distract his mind and his body.
âWe shouldâŚâ His tongue feels dry. He canât move, sandwiched between them as he is, with Rey thinking about how good he smells, how soft his hair is and how she wants to tangle her fingers in it, with Poe thinking very loudly about exactly what they did on the Falcon, the way Benâs hands felt, the way his mouth felt â
His face goes redder when Poe shifts again.
âBen?â Rey whispers. Her lips skim the ribbed, black fabric that covers the expanse of his back.Â
Ben. Right. Heâs Ben. He should answer. Or try to focus on anything but the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears and the flash of desire reverberating in his skull.
Poeâs brows lift. The smirk is much bigger now. âYou okay there, buddy?âÂ
Benâs eyes close. Thereâs a tick in his jaw as he breathes. In through his nose. Out through his mouth. An old habit he canât shake from his days as a padawan, but still useful. Especially when heâs...excited. Distracted. Thinking about things he shouldnât be thinking about when thereâs a bounty on their heads and there are stormtroopers waiting to drag them all back to a star destroyer.Â
Another beat and heâs untangling himself from his place between them. His entire body mourns the loss of their closeness.Â
âCome on,â he beckons with the crook of two fingers, ducking into another dark alleyway. âBabu Frickâs shop should be just around the corner.â
