《Star Wars: Imagines, X-Readers, One shots, Etc. REQUESTS CLOSED》Poe Dameron
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Poe and I have been dating for a couple of months, and things couldn't get any better. I loved him a lot. I was a mechanic for the Resistance, and that's how Poe and I first met. He happened to be hurt, and couldn't fix his X-Wing, and he asked me if I could do it.
At first I wasn't very fond of him, yeah he was cute, but he flirted with all of the Medics, or any woman for that matter. But he soon swept me off of my feet, and continually asked me,
"Y/N, will you go out with me?" And I simply would reply, "No."
After asking for the 5 millionth time, I finally said yes, and here we are now.
To be honest, I've never actually flew an X- wing.. I fix 'em, I don't fly 'em.
I was lying on my bed, usually Poe would sleep right next to me, but we both had a lot of things to do tomorrow. So we thought it would be better if we slept in our own rooms, otherwise, we wouldnt be sleeping. We would be talking to one another all night long, and that's not a good thing.
I heard a slight knock on the door, and I opened it.
"Poe? What are you doing here? Its literally midnight." I say, and his lips instantly met mine.
His hands end up on my hips, and his lips never leaving mine, he pushes the door shut behind me, and I take my lips off his. "Did you really come here just to make out?" I ask and he has a big smirk on his face.
"No, but I kinda got distracted by your beautiful face." He said, and he began to kiss me again.
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I pull back, "I'm curious, what were you here for?" I Say, and wrap my arms around him.
"Well, I was thinking that if you wanted to... That we could go fly my X-Wing." He said, with a smile.
"Wait, I thought you were only suppose to fly them, when you need or have to." I say, and he grins,
"I have my ways... But We have to be quiet." He said, and I grinned.
I put some clothes on, and put a pair of shoes on.
We started walking down the corridors, trying to be as quiet as possible.
We made it to his X-Wing, and started climbing up the ladder, and BB-8 was already there in his spot.
He got in, and then motioned me to climb up.
I walked up, but I noticed that there was no where to sit, "Babe, uh, where am I going to sit?" I asked, and he chuckled.
He patted his lap, and gave me a smile, "Is that safe, Poe?"
"You're talking to one of the best pilots in the Resistance. It'll be okay, doll." He said, and I got in.
"Alright BB-8, get her started." He said, and the top began to close, and we slowly started to lift up in the air.
We were soon out in space, and the stars were beautiful. "Are you having fun?" He asked, and put the X-Wing on manual fly.
"Yeah. It's so beautiful." I say and lean back onto him, and he kissed my lips.
We sat there for awhile in silence, and he held my hand, "I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Poe." I say, and kiss him.
"Do you want to fly her home?" He asked, and I turned towards him with a smile on my face.
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"The Poe Dameron, is letting me fly his X-Wing?" I say and he smiled,
"Alright BB-8 turn of Manual mode, and let's let Y/N take control." He said and BB-8 started beeping, and I understood him, "Are you crazy?! You're letting her take control?? She'll kill us!"
Poe laughed, "BB-8, I promise that she won't kill us... I hope."
I turned around and playfully punched his shoulder, and he kissed my cheek.
After we landed back at base, Poe helped me get out of the X-Wing.
"Thank you, Poe. That was amazing, I love you so much." I said when we got back to my room.
"You were great. You're a natural pilot, and not to mention it was kinda hot. Well, really hot." He chuckles, "I love you too, Y/N."
He kissed me and ended up staying in my room that night.
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