The Sun and the Moon

Your perfect other. Your perfect opposite.

My last story in the July Kinks series. Prompt: Make-up sex. A bit of angst, a bit of sappiness, and of course some sex. NC-17 obviously.

Tell me the story..

About how the sun loved the moon so much..

That she died every night..

Just to let him breathe...

― Hanako Ishii

“When were you going to tell me?”

Poe tried to keep the question casual, but the anger he had immediately felt upon hearing the news seeped through in his tone. He watched as Rey gave him a confused look, but the shift in her eyes told him she knew exactly what he was asking about.

“Tell you what?” she responded.

“That you’re selling the Falcon?” His voice was hard. A bit sarcastic. He couldn’t help it.

He watched her swallow as she turned back to the data pad she had been using when he had asked the question. She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “I was going to let you know before we went out tonight.”

They had a reservation at The Vine. He was going to drop the girls off at Doneta’s this afternoon; it was supposed to be their first night to themselves since Tallie’s birth, a special night to celebrate his fortieth birthday. The plans had been made weeks ago.

Rey glanced at him. “The buyer wants to meet with us, so I invited him to join us for dinner.”

“Wait?” Poe was incredulous. “You invited him to dinner?” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m only learning all of this now?”

“I’ve been planning it for a while,” Rey said defensively. “We need the money, and it’s not like we use her anymore.” She gave him a frown. “Chewie is okay with it.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“That ship means a lot to me, too, you know,” he growled. “And as for money, we have other options. It’s not like we’re starving.” They may not be rich, as Poe was the only one that brought any income to the family, but it was a decent salary and the five of them had always been comfortable. Rey refused to charge her students families much, only asking enough to keep the school running and give the children healthy meals while in residence. Some families gave more, but most of Rey’s students came from modest means.

“I’m not going to the government,” Rey snapped. More than one person had told her if she went to the galactic government, they would almost certainly jump in to help out. But Rey believed they would not give money out of simple generosity; they would expect something in return.

Poe believed the same. And he knew Rey knew that. “I wasn’t going to suggest it!” he practically shouted. Again, he took a deep breath, rubbing his eyebrow. “I thought we told each other everything,” he said, recognizing the unconscious whine in his voice.

“I didn’t think this was something you needed to know,” she argued, her eyes flashing. “The Falcon is my ship, and this is my decision.”

Poe felt disbelief roll through him. Were they really having this discussion? After almost nine years of marriage, of sharing every dream, every decision, every secret? It hurt, he realized. This was important to both of them, yet she was leaving him out of it, as if his opinion wasn’t valuable.

He nodded slowly, biting his lip. “Well, then I think I’ll just bow out of tonight’s dinner,” he told her, his voice cold. “It’s obvious you don’t need me there.”

Her eyes flashed again, and Poe thought that it was a rare thing to see Rey angry these days, and even rarer that her anger was directed toward him. Yes, they still liked to argue, but there was never any malice in their bickering, with it being more teasing than anything. More often than not, the girls were watching, sometimes even getting involved by choosing sides, and laughter was almost always the end result. But he could tell Rey was really mad this time, her color high and her body tense.

Like he had earlier, she took a deep breath to center herself. “I would appreciate if you’d at least come and talk to the buyer,” she said, her voice tight. “Meet him. Maybe you won’t be so against this if you know where the ship is going.” She paused, looking into his eyes, her look intense. “You’ll understand why I’m doing this.”

He stared back at her for a moment. “I’ll meet him,” he finally said. “But then I’m leaving. I’ve got some work I need to do at the base.” He didn’t. But he would find something. If Rey was going to turn what was supposed to be his birthday dinner into a business meeting to sell her famous, classic freighter, then he didn’t want to be there.

He saw her blink a few times, and he tried to pretend he saw some hurt in her expression. “Fine,” she nodded. “The reservation is for nineteen hundred.”

He nodded back. “I’ll see you then.” He turned on his heel and left the bedroom. His three daughters were in the kitchen waiting for him. Both Leia and Shara were looking at him wide-eyed. They had heard the argument, and though Poe knew there had been no real shouting or outright anger, the girls were both very sensitive in the Force and obviously felt the negative tension between their parents. The baby was lying in the bassinet that sat between the kitchen and the front room. Tallie’s face was scrunched up as if she was about to cry. Or maybe she just needed a diaper change. Poe scooped her up and looked at the older girls.

“Let’s go,” he told them. He was doing office work this morning, and they often hung out with him when he wasn’t on patrol, giving Rey time to focus more on her job. Leia was one of her students now, but there were no classes today, and she had been excited to spend the day with her father, but now she didn’t look as enthused.

“Are you and Mama fighting?” she asked softly as she and her sister followed their father out of the house.

“Just a little bit,” Poe told her, trying not to grit his teeth. “It’ll be alright.”

He hoped he wasn’t lying to his oldest daughter.

*****

Poe managed to enjoy the morning with his daughters. The baby was just starting to laugh at things, and her big sisters both enjoyed being the ones that got her to smile. Poe loved watching them interact with each other, and stopped his not-so-very-important work to play with them more than once. It kept his mind occupied so he didn’t think about what had happened between him and Rey, which was still disturbing and confusing.

In the late afternoon, he locked up the office for the night and drove the girls to Doneta’s. Doneta’s daughter Miley was one of Rey’s students, and she often volunteered to assist Rey at the school, having been a teacher herself before realizing her baby girl could move things with her mind. The girls loved staying with her and Miley, and the only people Poe trusted more with his children were Rose and Finn. That couple had also made plans for tonight, so Leia, Shara, and Tallie were staying with Doneta.

Poe didn’t even bother going back to the house after dropping the girls off. His original intent of going home to shower and change wasn’t appealing now. Instead, he drove out to the orchard and took a walk, wasting the time remaining until he was supposed to meet Rey at the restaurant. The sun was setting when he finally drove back into town and parked just down from The Vine, which was the fanciest Wetyin’s Colony got when it came to eating establishments. He ran his hand over his face as he made his way toward the entrance, his fingers brushing against his beard stubble.

Upon entering the restaurant, his eyes searched the room, finding his wife quickly at a table toward the right. She was wearing a light green sleeveless tunic, and her hair was loose around her shoulders. She was laughing at something the man across from her had said, and she was beautiful. He focused on her companion and grimaced when he realized he was a young human male. Handsome, too. Of course, he was. Poe rubbed his eyes, anger growing again, this time at himself. Never once in his relationship with Rey had he felt jealousy, mostly because he trusted her. But after their spat this morning, knowing she had been doing something as important as planning the sale of the Millennium Falcon without letting him know…

He walked toward the table. Rey spotted him, and for a moment her smile grew, but then she seemed to catch herself and it faded. She looked at her companion. “Rory, my husband Poe.” She nodded toward him.

The man across from her turned and stood, holding his hand out for Poe to shake. “Rory Needas,” the man said, introducing himself. “It is so wonderful to finally meet you, General.”

Poe wanted to roll his eyes at the ‘General.’ While he still carried the title, it was rarely used here. Most of his pilots either called him by his first name or “Boss.”

“Please, have a seat,” Rory gestured to the chair next to Rey. “Rey tells me I need to tell you everything.”

Poe glanced at his wife who was watching him with a wary look on her face, then he turned to Rory again. “Yeah. You do.”

The man smiled. “I’m sure you know that a group of archeologists and archivists have been collecting artifacts and documents throughout the galaxy and storing them in the vaults beneath the Grand Temple?”

Poe did know this. His father had told him that a few collectors had asked to use the Temple shortly after the Battle of Endor to keep various precious antiquities that had been rescued from Imperial control safe. The collection had grown, as had the number of people helping to maintain it, for years. He nodded.

“Well,” Rory continued. “Myself and some others have invested time and money into helping the curators, and, with the Yavin government’s approval, we are turning the whole Temple into a museum.” He paused, glancing at Rey. “We want the Millennium Falcon to be the first thing guests see when they enter the building.”

Poe sat back in his chair, surprise filling him. He glanced at Rey, who was watching him expectantly. He looked back at Rory. “So, you approached Rey about buying the Falcon?”

Rory nodded excitedly. “She was actually ready to just donate the ship when she found out what we wanted to do with it, but I wasn’t going to leave her empty-handed. My fellow investors and I would like to buy her for five million credits.”

Poe’s mild surprise turned to shock. “Five million?”

“It’s too much,” Rey whispered, looking troubled.

“It’s not,” Rory argued. “She’s worth more, but I know you won’t take more.”

“Is the UPF funding this?” Poe asked. If the government, who had long been trying to establish an official connection to Rey’s school, was helping establish this museum, Poe didn’t trust it.

“No,” Rory said firmly. “I don’t think they even know what we’re doing. I’ve heard some people say they think we’re just building a little memorial for the Battle of Yavin, but it’s so much more than that!” He looked at Rey. “Please, let’s go over there so I can show you what we’re doing.”

“I’ve seen it, Poe,” Rey said softly. “It’s going to be so amazing when it’s done and the Falcon is in there.”

Poe nodded, curiosity taking over anger and resentment, and the three of them left the restaurant without ordering. At Rey’s suggestion, they took Poe’s speeder, and he drove them the kilometer distance to the Grand Temple. He was surprised to see a few speeders parked a short distance away, with what looked like even more parked back in the trees. The Temple itself was quiet, with a few security lights set up just outside the big doors that the Rebellion had built into the front to allow ships to fly in and out. Rory led them to the smaller door on the side. He opened it and gestured for them to enter.

Rey walked in, Poe close behind her, but as they entered, Rey stepped aside.

“Surprise!”

Poe stopped short, shock filling him as he realized the large hanger was filled with people. And not just any people, but people he called friends, including several he hadn’t seen in years! Chewie, Suralinda, Jess, Beau, Klaud, Kaydel. Finn and Rose were there, grinning slyly, with BB-8 doing spins at their feet. Even Doneta was there, holding Tallie, with Leia and Shara bouncing excitedly, clapping and laughing. “Happy birthday, Papa!” “It was a secret!” All of his pilots and several of Rey’s students and their families were there, too.

Poe looked over at Rey who was still standing next to the door, a small smile on her face. “Surprise,” she said softly enough he could barely hear her over the noise of the crowd in the room. She seemed subdued, but then her smile grew and she reached over to shove his arm lightly. “Happy birthday, General. Go visit with your guests.”

Still a bit stunned, he moved toward the crowd. Music started playing and his daughters ran up to him, each taking a hand and leading him toward a long table filled with food and drinks. “We didn’t even know!” “They didn’t tell us because they didn’t want us to tell you!” Poe laughed, his heart full.

The rest of the evening was spent catching up with his old friends, joking with those he saw every day, and dancing with his daughters. He ate, drank, danced, and even sang a bit. Finally, as Shara fell asleep on his shoulder, Doneta gave her farewell, taking the baby and giving her to Miley while she took Shara. Leia followed them sleepily, waving goodnight to both her parents as she left. They were still staying with Doneta for the night, Poe realized. Immediately, he began looking for his wife.

She was sitting at a table with Rose and Finn and Rory. Finn and Rose were just getting up to leave, so they stopped and said goodnight to Poe as he made his way to the table. After they left, Poe sat down across from his wife and Rory.

“So, this was all a set up?”

Rey shook her head slightly. “Well, not all of it,” she said, glancing at Rory. “Rory’s really buying the Falcon, and she’ll be on display here in this hanger. While I was making the deal with Rory, I happened to mention that I was planning a party for you, but was frustrated that there was no place in the village big enough to hold the number of people I knew were coming. It’s been so rainy lately I didn’t want to plan it outside. So, he offered this place.”

Poe nodded. While he was grateful for the gift of this party and had had a great night with his friends, he still felt a twinge of anger; Rey had still sold the Falcon without talking with him about it. He looked at Rory. “Well, thank you. And thank you for keeping the Falcon close. It will be good to see her safe in here.”

The man nodded. “I think so, too.” He smiled at Rey, then looked back at Poe. “I think it’s time I head out. If you both would be so kind as to ask Chewbacca to assist with bringing the Falcon here tomorrow, I would greatly appreciate it. He deserves to be with her as she settles in her new home.”

Rey nodded. “I’ve already mentioned it to him and he will meet us tomorrow at the noon hour.”

Rory smiled again as he stood. “Great! I’ll see you all then!” He shook Rey’s hand, then Poe’s, then he turned and left.

The giant room was fairly quiet, with only a handful of people still grouped about chatting. Poe focused on his wife, and she looked at him, her jewel-colored eyes serious.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Poe felt his body tense up. “For what?”

“For not telling you,” she answered. “For not including you on the decision to retire and sell the Falcon.” She sighed and looked at her hands on the table. She was playing with her fingers, something he knew she did when she was nervous or upset. “I was afraid…” She stopped, but didn’t look up.

“Afraid of what?” he asked softly.

She swallowed. “Afraid you would say no. That you would talk me out of it.” She finally looked up. “It was a decision I knew had to be made, but it was so hard. The Falcon feels like my only connection to Han. To Luke. Even to Leia, in a way. But she’s just going to rust sitting where she is now, and she’s too old to use all the time.” She bit her lower lip. “I was stubborn and stupid and I should have let you know what I wanted to do with her.”

He reached forward and put his hands over hers on the table. “I’m gonna admit, you hurt me,” he told her, knowing honesty was the best from both of them now. “I thought we were partners in everything. It makes me afraid there’s more you’re keeping from me.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, Force, no!” she exclaimed. “Now that this surprise party is over, there are no more secrets!”

He nodded, believing her. He picked up her left hand in both of his, running his fingers along the veins and tendons on the back, rubbing against his mother’s ring on her finger. “Good,” he breathed. He looked at her, frowning. “I just don’t know why you were afraid I’d talk you out of it.”

“Poe,” she said with a bit of exasperation. “You know very well you can talk me into - and out of - anything.”

He laughed softly as she smiled at him and brought her free hand up to cover their joined hands.

“I should have trusted that you would have understood why I was doing it and would be okay with where she would end up. I’m sorry I didn’t.” She shrugged.

One of the groups made their way toward them, and Poe stood to say goodbye to them and the last of the remaining partiers. Finally, he reached a hand out to his wife. “Let’s go home.”

She grasped his hand with a soft smile and they left the hanger and headed for Poe’s speeder, BB-8 rolling along behind them.

Home was close, but too far at the same time, and it seemed to take longer than normal to get there from the Temple. But finally, they were there. After entering their little abode, BB-8 immediately headed off to his charging port, where D-O and T-3, the utility droid they had ‘adopted’ a couple of years earlier, were already stationed. Rey slipped out of her shoes and walked to the bedroom. Poe followed after removing his boots. He closed the door of the bedroom behind him.

“Can I unwrap my present now?” he asked with a smirk.

Rey turned to look at him, honest confusion on her face. “What? Oh, Poe, I didn’t get you a present! I mean, the party was your present!”

He laughed. “That’s not what I meant.” He stepped up to her, reaching out to gently tug on the hem of her pretty green tunic.

“Oh!” Rey breathed, her cheeks turning pink ever so slightly. She was still so innocent sometimes, he thought. He prayed that never changed. She nodded. “I think I’d really love it if you unwrapped your present now,” she said. “But I hope it’s what you really want?”

He lifted a brow. “Why wouldn’t I want you?”

She shrugged. “I can be more than a little hard to deal with at times, I know,” she told him.

He nodded slowly. “Yes, sometimes the sun can hurt. It can burn if I’m not careful. But…” he pulled the tunic up and off over her head. “I would die without it.”

He stepped into her as she brought up her arms and wrapped them around his neck. “Kuutamo,” she whispered. “My moonlight. Who controls my moods with a silver string and warms my soul on the darkest night.”

“A moon can’t shine without the sun,” Poe responded with a wry smile.

Rey gave him a frustrated look. “Good thing you can,” she said with a lifted brow. “You don’t need me to shine bright.” Then she leaned in to kiss him.

He returned her kiss with enthusiasm. Within minutes, they had undressed completely and had climbed onto the bed. “No kids,” Poe mumbled against her mouth.

“All night long,” Rey responded.

“Is that a challenge?”

Rey just laughed.

Poe gently directed her onto her back and began to slide down her body, kissing her everywhere he went.

“Poe! It’s your birthday. Let me…”

“Let me have my present!” Poe interrupted her. He moved between her legs, his hands grasping her knees and spreading her open. He kept eye contact with her as he lowered himself down over her bared center. Her smell literally made his mouth water. When she let her head drop down to the pillow in defeat, he smiled, then looked down at his ‘gift.’ “What a pretty pussy,” he growled. “Already wet for me. Sweet and juicy.”

She whimpered. “Poe!” She loved it when he talked smutty to her.

He lowered his mouth, letting his tongue dive right in. He let go of her knees and brought his arms up under her thighs, bringing his hands up over her belly and lacing his fingers together. She covered his hands with one of her own, the other hand going to his head, where she buried her fingers in his hair. He settled in, more than content to stay in this position for the next long while.

He counted three orgasms before she started tugging roughly at his hair. “Poe!”

He lifted his head, looking up at her, feeling almost drunk on her essence.

“Please?” she begged him in a broken whisper. “I want all of you. Now.”

Smiling, he pushed himself up on his hands and knees, crawling up her body. “All of me? Are you sure about that?”

She stilled, her gaze becoming intense. “Absolutely.”

He nodded. “One condition.”

She cocked her head questioningly.

“I get all of you, too.”

Her beautiful smile bloomed. “Yes.” She lifted her knees up so that they rubbed against his hips and he felt her soaked pussy brush against his rock hard cock. He wouldn’t even have to direct himself inside her; he was already perfectly aligned. He lowered his head, and she met his mouth with her own, totally unconcerned his lips and lower face were still covered in her juices. Their tongues met and began to dance as he moved his hips forward and slid into her.

Their coupling was slow and rhythmic. There was no rush. No urgency. It was familiar, but always there was something new. A sound. A touch. A feeling. They kissed, then they focused on each other, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Poe felt the heady feeling of the Force surround them, a feeling that had become familiar even when he wasn’t in the presence of his wife, but was always more intense when she was with him. When her own extraordinary power was loosened and allowed to flow freely about them both. She had long ago learned to control her unconscious use of the Force during sex, but that energy was still there. He could almost see it swirling around them.

Eventually, need overtook their gentle pleasure and Poe’s hips began to thrust faster. Harder. Rey’s whimpers became louder with a desperate sound that only made Poe work harder, his own grunts becoming more intense.

“Oh, Force, Poe!” Rey cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He felt her cunt squeeze him as she came, her heels digging into the back of his thighs. He held himself still, watching her blissful expression as she let herself fall over the edge, waiting until her eyes opened once more, her body relaxing under his. When she looked at him, he began pumping hard, watching as her eyes widened.

“You’re not done coming until I say you are,” he told her gruffly, hoping his forceful voice would increase her arousal and push her to the edge once more. It worked as he felt her arch up and watched as she threw her head back against the pillow, a low keening sound coming from her throat as her cunt contracted around him once more. This time he followed her over, crying out as the intense pressure in his balls was eased and pleasure crashed through him.

With a groan he eased himself over to flop down on the bed next to her, breathing hard, his whole body vibrating. After a moment, she turned on her side to face him. They made eye contact and smiled.

All their experimenting through the years, all the different techniques and kinks and toys, and yet the simplest of positions was still as intense as their first time.

Poe reached for his wife, and she willingly moved to curl up against him, her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her to hold her close to him. “Force, I love you, Rey.”

“And I love you, Poe. So much.”

“Forever.”

THE END