When Poe Dameron comes back from the dead, everyone in the Resistance is elated. But Rey’s joy is tempered when she realizes he doesn’t remember her.
NC-17 for Explicit Sexual Content
Damerey Creations Week Day Five
Prompt: Presumed Dead (and Amnesia, which was yesterday's prompt)
“Poe’s back!”
Never had two simple words made Rey’s internal world turn to complete chaos as those two words, spoken by one of the mechs as she was stepping down the Falcon’s ramp. Without even glancing back at BB8 and Chewie, who were following behind her, she took off for the Command Center, her heart racing.
Three weeks ago, Commander Poe Dameron, second in command of the resurrected Resistance, set out on a simple reconnaissance mission in a recently refurbished X-Wing, BB8 in the droid socket as usual. Two days later, search teams set out to try and find out why he hadn’t returned. They eventually found the X-Wing, severely damaged, on the planet Belinde. BB8, also damaged, was unmoving in the droid socket. Poe was nowhere to be found.
His droid was recovered and brought back to base where Rey and Rose worked to revive him. Once the little ball droid was powered up once more, he told the harrowing story of being ambushed by at least a dozen unidentified starfighters. Poe had put up a good fight, his droid told them, but he was heavily outnumbered, and finally did his best to retreat. He told his droid he was planning a ‘controlled crash’ on the planet below just as BB8 was nicked by a laser blast. It was the last thing the droid could remember.
Search teams continued to scour the planet, searching for any clue as to what happened to the Commander. Their best guess was that, wounded and disoriented, he had wandered off into the heavily forested landscape, which was dotted with rock formations and cliffs. After two more weeks, though officially listed as MIA, most believed Poe Dameron to be dead.
Most didn’t include Rey.
She had informed Leia, in no uncertain terms, that she believed Poe was still alive. She would feel it in the Force if he was dead. Leia hadn’t questioned why Rey believed this, but her expression said enough. Speculation mixed with hope.
Less than a week later, Rey, along with BB8 and Chewie, had taken the Falcon on a mission to the Quardrate Sector, where it was believed the pirates that had attacked Poe were from. They wanted to hear directly from the people who were in charge of the Sector that Poe wasn’t a prisoner somewhere close by. Not only had the regional government denied they knew anything about Poe’s whereabouts, but they denied knowing anything about the suspected pirates that roamed their sector. Rey had left frustrated and discouraged.
Until they arrived back on base.
She rushed into the Command Center, but didn’t see Leia anywhere. Kaydell looked up, wide-eyed. “They’re in the infirmary,” she told Rey without her having said anything. Rey quickly exited the area and started running across the rough ground toward the building they had built for the medical staff. She slipped in the door and immediately saw Finn, who was pacing outside the room set up for hospitalized patients.
“Finn!” she gasped as she rushed over to him.
He smiled and turned toward her, grasping her shoulders lightly. “They found Poe!”
“Where? How?” Rey glanced over at the closed door, wanting desperately to go inside and see him. “Is he okay?”
Finn answered her last question first. “Physically he’s fine,” he told her. “We got a call from a friend of the General’s on Yavin IV, who just happens to be Poe’s father. Apparently, Poe was able to get a hold of him and since Leia always makes sure Kes has a way to contact her, he let her know where Poe was. He was with a group on Polaris V, so we went and got him.”
Rey was now focused on Finn’s words. “Wait, why did he have to contact us through his father?”
Finn took a deep breath and stepped back. “Because he can’t remember.”
“What?” Rey frowned.
“He doesn’t remember waking up after the crash. A group of hunters from Polaris found him passed out in the forest, nowhere near the crash, and took care of him. When he woke up, he couldn’t remember anything, so they took him with them when they left. He managed to regain most of his memories as he recovered, but nothing recent, so he didn’t know how to find Leia or the Resistance. He did know how to contact his father, though.”
“Nothing recent?”
“He doesn’t remember anything from the last two years or so,” Finn responded. “Which means he doesn’t remember us.”
Rey’s heart clenched. Poe didn’t remember her or Finn? Poe didn’t remember everything that had happened to them these last several months, everything that had happened that had brought the three of them together?
Poe didn’t remember that just three short months ago they had become lovers?
“Hey!” Finn said with a smile. “He’ll remember eventually. The important thing is that he’s okay!”
Rey nodded and gave him a tight smile. Of course, that was the important thing. And she had to have faith he would remember her, would remember them. But she couldn’t say anything about it, even to Finn, because no one else knew. She had made Poe promise to keep their fledgling relationship a secret. Only BB8 knew, and Poe had made him vow not to say anything to anyone. Rey had been trying to come to terms with the fact that she was absolutely, desperately in love with the pilot, and that she shouldn’t be; Jedi were not supposed to attach themselves to others so strongly. Or so she had read. Poe had managed to wiggle his way into her affections on day one of their acquaintance, and he had yet to wiggle out.
The door to the room opened and Leia and Snap walked out, smiles on their faces. Both were people Poe would remember, Rey thought. “He’s going to be fine,” Leia told them. “Harter wants to keep him overnight for observation, but he seems to be healing wonderfully.” She tilted her head, her eyes still glowing from happiness and relief. Leia had lost so much in her life, and her joy that Poe was going to be okay was evident. “Why don’t the two of you have a visit?” she continued. “Maybe seeing you together will help jog those missing pieces of his memory loose.”
Finn nodded enthusiastically and Rey swallowed nervously. Together, they headed into the room.
Poe was sitting up on one of the three permanent beds, the only person in the room. He smiled at them, but it was a polite smile, one he reserved for strangers, not friends. He gestured at Finn. “You’re Finn, right?” he said. “You were with the group that picked me up.”
Finn nodded. “Yeah.” He grinned. “And you better know that you gave me that name.”
Poe tilted his head in confusion. “What?”
“Finn was a stormtrooper when you met him,” Rey explained. “You helped him defect from the First Order and he helped you escape from them. His designation was FN-2187.”
“FN. Finn.” Poe nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like me,” he laughed. He focused on Rey. “And you?”
Her heart racing, Rey blinked. “I’m Rey,” she said softly.
His eyebrows shot up. “Rey? You’re the Jedi!”
Immediately, Rey shook her head in denial. “I’m not a Jedi.” It was her one excuse to herself when she had become Poe’s lover. She wasn’t really a Jedi. Not yet.
“I don’t know,” Poe shook his head, giving her a wry smile. “The way I hear people talk about you... Even my dad knows who you are.”
Rey felt her face heat.
Poe shrugged a bit self-consciously. “So, I guess I don’t remember anything about our friendship, but I’m glad you both are on my side,” he said softly. “Doctor says I could remember everything at any time. She says there’s also a chance I won’t ever remember. Either way, I’m glad I’m back with all of you.”
“Me, too, man,” Finn responded. “We should probably let you rest so you can start getting back into a routine tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Rey agreed, suddenly desperate to get away from this stranger she loved. “We’re really glad you’re okay, Poe,” she mumbled, fighting the sudden tears forming in her eyes. She was glad. More than glad. Then why was she about to cry?
Poe was looking at her with narrowed eyes, and she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job hiding her disquiet. “Thank you,” he said. “I’ll see you both tomorrow?”
“Of course!” Finn smiled, taking Rey’s elbow and giving it a light squeeze.
She nodded, not trusting herself to say anything, then gave Poe a brief wave as Finn led her out of the room. Once outside with the door shut, her friend turned to her with a concerned expression.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, blinking back her tears and smiling at him. “Yeah, just tired. And relieved.”
“Yeah,” Finn breathed, still looking troubled.
“I’m going to go meditate for a while,” she said, turning just as BB8 rolled up, chirping excitedly. She couldn’t help but smile as the droid beeped at the door controls, then rolled in without giving them a second glance. She turned away as she heard Poe’s enthusiastic greeting. She rushed out of the building, still trying to keep her tears from falling, but failing.
As she strode into the jungle, she told herself that it was for the best. Their relationship had been foolish. The wanton behavior she had exhibited when she was alone with him improper. Unbecoming of a Jedi, she thought. It had been a fling, one she wouldn’t regret, but one that couldn’t have continued even if he did remember her. This was the best way to end it, with no hard feelings between them, and no one else ever knowing about it.
If only it didn’t feel as if her heart was being torn to shreds.
******
Poe sat at the table in the mess area, his eyes casually looking at all the faces around him. A great many of them were familiar, but most were still strangers to him. It felt very surreal, coming back into this Resistance, seeing how much it had changed. How much Leia had changed.
He looked at the faces of those he could remember, noticing the extra strain, the fact that every one of them looked far older than two years should allow. Whatever had gone down in the last year or so, and nobody would tell him any details in hopes he would remember on his own, it hadn’t been good. He knew it was bad simply because he knew they were currently in hiding. The New Republic had been decimated and the First Order was taking over the galaxy. These facts he had gathered just by talking to people. The friends he remembered, like Snap, Karè, Iolo, Surlalinda. And the friends he couldn’t remember, like Kaydell, Beaumont, and Finn. Just knowing how he had met Finn told him that he had been a prisoner of the First Order not so long ago, and he couldn’t imagine that had been pleasant.
He had spent most of the last three days with Finn, finding the younger man extremely likable. He had been told by Leia that he spent most of his free time with the former stormtrooper. And Rey, though he found that difficult to believe. His eyes found the beautiful young Jedi as she sat a bit further down the table he was sitting at. He thought it was his imagination that she had been avoiding him since his return, but Finn’s apology to him about her this morning had told him it wasn’t. “I don’t know why she’s so distant,” Finn said. “She was so worried about you when you were gone. You know, she was the only one who really believed you weren’t dead.”
Maybe he had said something to her right before he left on that reconnaissance mission that made her mad, he thought. Either way, he hoped she would warm up to him, because he really wanted to get to know her. Again.
After the evening meal, he went back to his quarters with the intent to read up on some of the most recent news headlines, but ended up feeling far too sleepy to read. He had been told by Harter that he was still healing from the head injury, and that he should let himself sleep when his body told him to. Leia was not going to let him back in the cockpit until she was sure he was fully recovered, even if that meant he never remembered the last two years. So, he let himself sleep.
And he dreamed.
In his dream, he was naked and lying on his side. Lying in front of him was the warm, soft body of a woman, equally naked. Her back was pressed up against his front, and his aching cock was hard as a rock against the curve of her ass. His arm was around her, pulling her close, as she lifted her leg and curved it behind her, hooking her ankle behind his knee. With ease, he slid inside her hot, wet pussy. Her groan echoed his.
In this dream, he realized he couldn’t see his lover’s face. Her hair was long and dark, her body slim and fit, her voice breathy and soft. Her scent unique and sweet. He grabbed her breast in one hand, squeezing firmly as he started pumping his hips slowly and steadily.
She whined. “Poe!”
He brought his lips to her ear. “Shhhhh…” His thrusts became faster.
At her soft, barely whispered, “Kriff!” he smiled. Then he grabbed her ear gently in his teeth, letting his tongue run along the lobe.
All too soon, his arousal became overwhelming. His hips snapped harshly into her, and he reveled at the sounds she made with every thrust. He saw her drop her hand down to her clit. He reached down and pushed her hand away, using his fingers to find what she had been looking for. She squealed when he found it.
“Shhhhh…” he hissed again, but then his own grunts became uncontrollable. Damned if he cared if their secret got out.
He felt the tightening in his lower back just as her cunt contracted around him. She cried out, the sound muffled as if she had bitten her lower lip, trying to quiet herself. Moving his hand up to grip her hip tightly, he thrust almost violently, his own release imminent.
Poe woke, sitting up in his bed, panting, his cock hard and painful. He was alone.
He closed his eyes and started counting backwards. In Sullestese.
When his body was once more under control, he opened his eyes. That hadn’t been a dream, he thought. That had been a memory. And it was recent, because it had taken place in this very room, on this very bed.
Poe was certain of several things. One was that this wasn’t the first time he had made love to this woman. Two, he knew they had to be extra quiet, because no one else could know he was making love to this woman. And three, he loved her with everything in him.
But he didn’t know who she was.
Why had whoever it was not come to him after his return? His heart clenched with the thought that maybe something had happened to her not long before he left on this last mission. Or maybe they had ‘broken up,’ this secrecy thing getting too hard for them. And while he was on the subject, why the secrecy? It wasn’t as if hooking up with people, either casually or seriously, was frowned upon here.
Taking a deep breath, he slid out of bed and made his way over to his droid, who was charging in his normal spot. He toed the ball gently. “BB8, wake up.”
The droid immediately roused, his photoreceptor focusing on his master. He chirped in inquiry.
Poe kneeled next to him. “Hey, I have a question for you,” he said. “Was I in a relationship before I disappeared?” he asked. “Like a serious relationship, not some fling?”
BB8 just stared at him. Unmoving. Silent.
Poe tilted his head. “BB8? Talk to me.”
BB8 began to rock back and forth ever so slightly, his photoreceptor still locked on Poe’s face, still silent.
Poe began to get very worried. “BB8?” he growled.
*I can’t tell you* the droid finally beeped.
Poe drew back. “You can’t tell me?” he asked, astonished. “Since when can’t you tell me something?”
*since you told me not to*
“Wait! What?”
*you made me vow to not say anything to anybody*
Poe sat back on his heels, his mind racing. Secrecy. He had sworn his droid to secrecy. Why was this relationship so hush-hush? He looked at BB8, a bit panicked. “She’s not married, is she?”
BB8 pulled back, squealing. *you would never!*
Poe nodded, sighing with relief. “Okay, just making sure.” He thought for a moment. “Then why would it be necessary to keep this a secret?” His mind wandered, thinking back on all the women he had seen these last few days, and he kept circling back to one in particular. He looked at his droid. “Jedi are supposed to be chaste, aren’t they?” he asked tentatively.
BB8 seemed to take his time answering. *legend has it many remained celibate so as to remain focused on their calling* He paused. *but you think that’s an outdated notion*
“I do, huh?” Poe asked, smirking. “And why would you know that?”
Once more, BB8 froze in place and remained silent.
Taking a deep breath, Poe stood. He looked at his chrono, then hurried to get dressed. It was time to get some answers.
******
Rey was walking toward the mess area after her shower, her training session this morning and her long run afterwards still not enough to quiet her mind or ease the ache in her heart. She was tempted to just grab some food and leave, but she knew she was already making people talk with her behavior. She needed to start treating Poe like the friend he had always been and stop ignoring him; she was just so worried she’d let something slip.
She looked up and stopped suddenly. He was right there in front of her, arms folded, eyeing her with suspicion. Kriff.
“Hi,” she said shortly.
“Can I have a word with you?” he asked gruffly. “In private.”
Rey could feel her heart start to thud against her chest. Had he remembered? Was he mad at her for not saying anything to him? “Sure,” she told him.
He moved toward her and grabbed her upper arm lightly, turning her toward the thick jungle that surrounded the base. The jungle. Where all but one of their trysts had taken place.
He hissed in a breath as they began to walk together, and Rey looked at him. His expression was pained.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, concerned about his head.
He glanced at her, and she could see anger in the look. “Your scent,” he told her. “I recognize it.”
Rey looked away quickly. Her soap. She had acquired it on Newton several months back. It was subtle, flowery, feminine. She was the only one who used that scent.
They reached the edge of the jungle and Poe let her go, but he continued to march onward. She followed, knowing from the tension in his back that he wasn’t happy. He may not remember everything, she thought, but he remembered enough. Just the fact that he was leading her directly to the spot they usually met told her so. Finally, he stopped and turned to face her.
“It’s you,” he accused. “I wasn’t completely sure until I smelled you.”
Rey played dumb. “It’s me what?”
He was silent for a moment. “That I was fucking in my dream last night.”
Rey took in a sharp breath and looked away at his callous words. She swallowed. “I don’t have control over your dreams,” she threw back.
“It was a memory, Rey,” he said harshly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
She looked at him again, only to see the anger in his eyes fading and a pleading expression replacing it. “It wasn’t going to last anyway, Poe,” she told him firmly. “I figured since I was the only one who even knew it had happened, I might as well forget it, too.”
“What do you mean, it wasn’t going to last?” he argued. “It felt like it was more than a fling to me.”
“Poe, I’m a Jedi,” she said. “Or at least I will be.”
“That’s not a good argument anymore,” he pushed.
Rey continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “I felt that if you came back to me without remembering me, then that was the Force’s way of telling me it wasn’t meant to be.”
“Sithspit!” Poe growled. He stepped closer. “If that was true, then why do I know I love you, even when I can’t remember anything about us?”
Rey gave him a startled look.
“What’s the Force saying there?” he asked, moving into her space. “Because it’s true. I can feel it even now. I would die for you, Rey,” he said softly as he moved in to brush his nose against hers. “But I would rather live for us.”
Rey felt tears fill her eyes. “Poe…”
“Do you love me?” he asked. “Or is that the real reason you didn’t tell me? It was your way out, because you don’t care about me like I care for you.”
She shook her head violently. “No!” she gasped. “I love you. Maybe too much.”
He shook his head. “No. Never too much. You will be an amazing Jedi, the Jedi we need. But the woman underneath is still there, and that’s who I need.”
Rey let her tears fall, then she closed her eyes and reached for his lips with her own.
He reacted immediately, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her back with enthusiasm. Rey stepped fully into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her fingers dive into his thick curls. His arms dropped to encircle her and he squeezed her tight. How could she have ever believed she could live without this, Rey thought? How could she have ever believed she could keep him in her life as just a friend after knowing this passion?
Suddenly, he pulled his face back, breathing heavily. “Make love to me, Rey,” he said harshly. “Help me remember.”
She smoothed her hands on his shoulders. “When you dreamed of me, where were we?”
He frowned. “In my room.” His brows furrowed even more and he tilted his head at her. “That’s not where we usually make love, is it?”
She shook her head, giving him a soft smile. “Too risky,” she said softly. “We only did it once. Because it was pouring rain out. And I couldn’t wait. You were leaving in the morning.”
“Leaving?” he asked. Then realization dawned on his face. “The recon mission. That was our last night together, wasn’t it?”
She nodded. “Usually, we come… here.” She pulled out of his embrace and turned to the grouping of trees and bushes behind her. Taking his hand, she led him around the trunk of the largest tree. There, hidden and safe, was a tiny little area with a moss and grass carpet; their own little haven. “You led us right to it,” she told him. “I think you remember a lot more than you realize.”
With a wicked smirk on his face, he stepped forward and cupped her cheek with one hand. “Everything important, I guess,” he told her, one eyebrow raised.
Rey turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand, then she backed away and began removing her holster and belt, keeping eye contact with him as she did so. The corner of his mouth quirked up, then he followed suit, removing his holster first. With growing urgency, they removed the rest of their clothing, breaking out in laughter when they both had trouble, Poe with his boots, Rey with her leggings. But the laughter died as Rey lay back on the soft turf, her legs spread in invitation. Hadn’t she just been chastising herself for how wanton she acted with him, she thought? This man turned her feral.
He slowly dropped down on his knees, maintaining eye contact with her, his pupils blown with desire. He brought his hand down to finger her pussy. She gasped and he groaned. “So wet,” he whispered. “You’re already so wet for me.”
Rey felt her face heat, not sure if she should be ashamed or proud that she was so ready for him so quickly.
“I was your first, wasn’t I?” he asked, his voice scratchy.
Rey nodded, biting her lower lip.
“So beautiful,” he continued as he shuffled forward on his knees. “So perfect. Too perfect for me.”
“Bantha shit,” Rey snapped back. He had always had a bad habit of disparaging himself when it came to their relationship. As if Rey was some supreme being, and he just a peon she was currently amusing herself with. “You’re perfect for me,” she told him. “You’re my equal in every respect, Commander, and don’t you forget it.”
His expression almost sad, he lowered his upper body over hers. “I’ll never forget you, Rey. I’ve proven that already, haven’t I?”
She gave him a soft smile, reaching up to touch is face. He hadn’t shaved that morning and his stubble was thick. The way she liked it. “Love me, Poe.”
Without any hesitation, he slid his cock in between her dripping wet folds, sinking himself deep inside her. She lifted her knees, reacting to the insane pressure with a gasp. He was not small, and it had been over a month since their last coupling. He lay still, letting her adjust, keeping his eyes focused on hers. Rey had learned as she had gotten to know this man that he was extremely tactile and used eye contact continuously in his every day actions. Those mannerisms were taken to the extreme when he had sex. She always had his full focus when he made love to her, knowing he was aware of everything she did, every sound she made, every part of her body that became tense or extra relaxed.
He could read her like nobody ever had.
He began thrusting, slowly and surely, and she couldn’t stop the sounds that came out of her mouth. He kissed her, over and over again, muffling her moans for a brief moment, but not trying to quiet her. There was no reason to be quiet out here. The movement of his hips was strong and deliberate, and she could feel her body responding almost immediately. She brought one hand up to grip his hair, and the other smoothed over his muscled back. He brought his head down, burying it in her neck, and she could tell he was concentrating on the pleasure they both were feeling. He continued with his steady pace, whispering softly, “So hot. So tight. Kriff, you feel amazing. No man should be able to survive the heat of your pussy. You take me so well.”
“Yes,” Rey gasped. She had learned not long after they became lovers that she loved when he talked to her. Praise turned her on, as did crude language. She became absolutely compliant when he became forceful, dominant. After spending her whole life depending on herself, being in control of her body and her well-being, she loved giving it all up to him.
The words combined with his steady, unwavering thrusts, brought her to orgasm embarrassingly fast. He lifted his upper body off of her, watching her intently as her thigh muscles tightened and her back arched. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling flow through her, and when she opened them, he was staring down at her.
Once more holding her gaze captive with his, he pushed himself up, his hips still moving, then sat back on his heels and began to thrust even harder. He brought his hand down to rest on her mound, letting his thumb press against her clit as he pumped in and out of her. She squealed at the sensations, arching her back and reaching above her head to grasp at the trunk of the tree that stood behind her.
“Look at you,” he growled, his hips snapping into her. “So kriffing desperate, so greedy for my cock. I can feel your pussy just pulling me in,” he continued. “You want to come again?”
“Yes,” Rey gasped softly.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes!” she cried. “Please, make me come again!”
The pressure from his thumb increased and he started pumping into her insanely fast. She cried out as her body convulsed once more. “Oh, Kriff, Poe!”
He slowed once more as she came down from her high, and when she was able to focus once more on him, she found him looking at her with wonder on his face. “You lifted rocks,” he said softly. “I’d been through so much shit,” he continued. “I was ready to give up, and there you were, lifting rocks. I fell in love with you then and there.”
Rey smiled, feeling tears in her eyes once more. He remembered.
He dropped down over her again, bracing himself above her so he could keep contact with her eyes. He continued thrusting, deep and long and hard. “I’m gonna come,” he told her, his look becoming almost desperate.
“Come in me,” she told him, gripping his shoulders tight. “Come in me, Poe!” As he started groaning, he dropped his head, burying his face in her neck. When she felt the warmth of his ejaculation fill her, her body convulsed one more time. “Ahhhh!” she cried, surprised and delighted by her third orgasm. “Awwww, feck!” she gasped.
She felt Poe smile against her neck, then felt his wet kiss before he lifted his head once more, his hips still pushing his cock softly in and out of her. “Three times?” he grinned. “That’s a record, isn’t it?”
Without missing a beat, she said, “And I’ll be expecting you to keep trying to top it in the future.”
“Game on.”
Rey started laughing, reaching up to stroke his scruff. “Welcome back, my love.”
THE END
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