#firstorder!reader

 He needed to find somewhere to hide, but he had no idea, where he even was or where did he leave his ship. Iremia wasn't exactly one of his favourite planets - there were literally only a few buildings, left there by its inhabitants who ran away or were killed during the war and Poe found it really difficult to decide where should he take shelter.

 He really couldn't explain why, but he could feel her getting closer and closer, her giggle echoing in his ears. Why the fuck didn't Leia tell him that Kylo wasn't the only force-sensitive bastard in the First Order?

 Poe suddenly stopped and looked around. Breathing heavily, his heart calmed a little, when he noticed there was no one close to him - he decided to make a run for it, moving into the direction of an old, abandoned house. He hid inside, behind solid stairs and pulled out his blaster, gripping it tightly, so his hand would stop shaking.

 Quiet, soft steps could be heard in the emptiness of where Poe was and breath hitched in his throat. He pressed his back against the cold, rock wall, desperately trying to remember, where the fuck did he leave his ship? Think, you idiot, think.

 He almost jumped out of his skin the second he heard something break just a few meters away from him. Squinting, he looked around, searching for any sign of her presence.

 ,,If you want me," he panted. ,,Come and get me."

 Not really the smartest thing to say when you're about to get killed by your arch-enemy, but then again, this was how Poe always acted.

 There was a soft blow of air and a distant hum, before he saw her. Her dark cloak floated around her like it had a mind and body of its own and while he hated himself for it - there was a strange feeling in his stomach, when he saw her and it certainly wasn't hate or pure rage. She stood in front of him, her lips quirked into an amused smirk as she looked him up and down. The slight wave of her hand went unnoticed by Poe, but he certainly felt when his blaster just flew out of his hand and into the furthest corner of the house. She stepped closer and languidly swept a hand under his chin, making him look at her.

 ,,Want you in which way, darling? Don't get me wrong, both involve ropes, but it's an important decision to make before we proceed."

 And fuck, Poe really didn't know if it was her and the Force taking control of his brain, but he suddenly could feel himself getting hot all over at her words. Her lips parted, when she brought her face so close to his, that her warm breath ghosted over his cheeks. y/n's hands slid down to his chest and he actually gasped when her fingers touched the skin under his shirt.

 ,,I could kill you right now. I should kill you." she murmured, her lips almost brushing his as she spoke. Poe still couldn't move, trapped under her spell. ,,One Resistance idiot less."

 y/n pulled back suddenly, leaving Poe breathing heavily, with red cheeks and lips parted. There was a happy glint in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side. She didn't even so much as touch the lightsaber strapped to her waist, or any other weapon he was sure she hid somewhere in her dark uniform.

 ,,But I won't. For now, at least. You're too pretty to die, I'd say," she shrugged, taking a few steps back. ,,Who knows, maybe when this is all over, you'll join me? Promise you'll have lots of fun by my side." the girl winked, a giggle leaving her lips.

 ,,Never." Poe rasped, finally managing to find his voice. ,,Go to hell."

 ,,I'll think about it. And about you." y/n crossed her arms over her chest and Poe's eyes drifted down to her torso for a second, before he heard her laugh and straightened his back, looking ahead. ,,See you soon, Commander Dameron."

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