More drabbles using one word prompts given to me by my friend Rosalind's Ghost. Prompt is the title of the drabble.
Poe Dameron sat unmoving in the captain’s chair of the Millennium Falcon, staring out into nothing, the morass of feelings running through him overwhelming. Thoughts flitted unfiltered through his brain, excuses and reasons forming to try and explain why he felt the way he did.
Movement outside caught his attention and he focused his eyes on the young woman and droid walking into view on the tarmac beneath him. Rey was the cause of all the turmoil inside of him, and as he watched her smile at something BB-8 said, everything in him focused on one fact.
He loved her.
Poe remembered the first time he saw Rey. She was standing alone, a desolate expression on her face, watching as they took Finn away, her clothing dirty and her hair disheveled. She looked like a lost soul with a backdrop of the Millennium Falcon and the mountains of D’Qar.
It was in complete contrast to what he observed today. Rey was dressed in a cream-colored gown, with intricate gold beading up both the front and the back. Her hair was wavy and decorated with flowers. She was no longer a lost soul.
And she was about to become his wife.
He called her ‘sunshine.’
The first time he did, she thought it was just a common nickname, but when he used it a second time, she got curious.
She had been called things other than her given name before, but never with such affection, such warmth. Every time she heard him say it after that, her skin tingled and her breath caught. Nothing else made her feel so special.
If she was his sun, then he was her moon. He lit her way in the dark, he directed her path, and he even controlled her moods.
He was her ‘kuutamo.’
“Finn says it’s impossible.”
“And what do you think?”
Rey grinned. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“Well,” Poe responded with a grin of his own. “We have the will. So, let’s find a way.”
Together, they stepped out into the main room of the tapcafe. The crowd turned to look at them.
“You both have to get ten out of ten to win the bet,” Finn smirked. “And no using the Force, Rey.”
Rey stuck her tongue out at him, then looked at Poe. “Ready?”
He nodded. “Ladies first.”
Rey stepped up to the Bimini ring toss game.
Rey woke to a scratchy, prickly feeling on her neck, right underneath her ear.
She squealed and tried to move away, but a strong arm kept a tight hold around her waist.
She laughed and continued to struggle half-heartedly. The feeling moved to the back of her neck, but it was now combined with the feel of soft lips and a wet tongue.
She moaned softly. “Why I let a scruffy man in my bed, I’ll never know.”
“Because he’s been gone for four days and you don’t want him to waste time shaving before joining you,” Poe responded huskily.
Fun, Food, Woman
“Good food, good fun, and a good woman.”
Poe remembered back to Kes Dameron’s description of the best kind of Origin Day. Of course, as Poe got older, the ‘woman’ became subjective, and meant ‘whoever he was currently attracted to.’ Today, as he celebrated his 40th Origin Day, the phrase had come full circle. Only it wasn’t just a ‘woman’ completing it.
Like his mother, she was a pilot, a warrior, a leader, all qualities he had always been attracted to.
What he had not foreseen was the Jedi part. Now he couldn’t imagine his life without her.
His Rey.
Evil, Abandoned, Confidence
“How do you do it?”
Rey looked at Poe. “Do what?”
“I know you’ve faced down evil, and you are still one of the kindest people I know. Your history of being abandoned explains your strength, but not your compassion.”
Rey blushed. Since she had joined the Resistance, she had gotten many compliments, but these comments coming from this man were disconcerting. His words were encouraging, giving her confidence, but also embarrassing.
She shrugged. “I am who I am.”
“Well, I am very glad to know you, Rey.”
The warmth in his eyes gave her a feeling like no other.
Castle, Friendship, Ghost
Poe Dameron had always known his little girl Beatrice was special, so when she started talking about her new friendship with a woman in the old castle they were visiting in Ireland, he shouldn’t have been surprised to learn that the woman was a ghost.
However, he was more than a little shocked when he could not only see this ghost as Bea talked to it, but that the ghost was beautiful.
She looked at him with huge, luminous eyes as he entered the room, surprised when she realized he could see her, too.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Rey.”
Rey rushed along the path, anxious to get to the clearing where she knew Poe and the other pilots would be. It had been four days since she had seen him last and she missed him.
She dodged around a tree, exiting shadow, and the sun blinded her for a brief moment, making her slip on the wet grass. She caught herself and straightened, facing the group of Resistance pilots.
“Well, if isn’t the Jedi, keeper of peace and justice,” Poe quipped. “Quite the entrance, Sunshine.”
“Shut up, Flyboy,” Rey said with a smile, then walked into his open arms.
A little sequel to Caer del Cielo
How do you define success?
Most people would say plenty of money, fame, a big house.
As Poe sat in the living room of his house in Jackson Hole this snowy afternoon, he looked around. The dogs were lying in front of the fireplace, the cat was perched on the bookcase, and Rey was comfortably reading on the sofa, her pregnant belly tucked under a blanket.
In his own lap sat their three-year-old daughter, and he watched as she flipped through a picture book about horses.
Fame, fortune, property. He had it.
But he’d give it all up for this.
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