As Rey begins her journey teaching Jedi, she becomes unsettled by her new title.
Damerey Fic Challenge Short Short
Prompt: Master
A normal day at the Yavin IV Training Academy was very busy, but Poe Dameron, the head instructor for the Flight Training Program, and Rey Skywalker, the only instructor of the recently established Jedi Training Program, had made a deal to meet at the little house they shared on the edge of campus every day for the mid-day meal.
Today was no exception, but it was different because Poe noticed almost immediately how quiet and pensive Rey seemed when she arrived for their shared meal. Usually, they were both excited to take turns talking about their day.
When they were done eating, Poe asked her what was wrong.
After a slight pause, she replied. “One of my students called me Master Skywalker today.”
Poe frowned. “What do they normally call you?”
“Uhm… the younger ones usually just call me ‘Miss Rey,’ and the older ones ‘Teacher’.”
“And you don’t want to be called Master?” Poe pushed.
She shrugged. “I hear ‘Master Skywalker,’ and I think Luke. And Leia was also worthy of that title.” She looked at Poe, her eyes huge and uncertain. It was a rare thing to see uncertainty from this woman. “I don’t know that I’m deserving of it.”
Poe immediately stood and moved around the table, reaching his hand out to his love. She took it and stood, turning to face him. He cupped her face with his hands. “You are so deserving of it,” he told her vehemently. “You worked your ass off to get to where you felt comfortable teaching others how to use the Force, and they understand and respect that. You are the new Master Skywalker, and I will not be surprised if I hear that title all over this campus in the near future.”
Rey sighed. “It’ll be hard to get used to,” she whispered.
“But you will,” Poe nodded determinedly. He let his fingers leave her face and dropped them down to take hold of her hands. He squeezed gently.
A small smile appeared on her lips. “Will you be one of them calling me that?” she asked teasingly.
He smiled back. “If I am in front of your students or anyone else who should acknowledge you as such, you can bet I’ll call you Master Skywalker,” he said. “But I’m not going to do it when we’re alone.” He smirked and lowered his voice. “I wouldn’t be opposed to you calling me Master when it’s just us, though.”
Raising her eyebrows, she leaned forward. “In your dreams,” she said in a stage whisper.
Poe laughed and gave a one shouldered shrug. “It was worth a shot.”
Rey stepped into him more and brought her face close to his. “Not that I’m opposed to you taking charge when we’re alone, General,” she said seductively. “I certainly don’t mind when you get a little… commanding… in the bedroom. It’s nice letting someone I trust take control for a while.” She brought her lips to his. “Not to mention exciting.”
Their soft kiss quickly became heated, as it always did, and Poe felt that excitement his wife had just spoken of start to build. Suddenly, Rey’s commlink beeped. She pulled back with a regretful sigh.
“I’ve got to get back to class.”
Poe nodded. “I should be out of that meeting with the Constable from Rugosa by dinner,” he told her.
“I’ll see you then, General Dameron,” she told him, her eyes bright with humor.
“I look forward to it, Master Skywalker,” he replied, a soft smile on his lips.
With one last tender kiss, they parted ways, ready to focus on their respective jobs.
But a stimulating evening awaits.
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