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Blood and fluid trickles out of her, a hot ache at her core where Poe has just been. She scrambles over to where he lies, helps him roll to his back, watching as he gasps for air, face red, neck blossoming with bruises. As soon as Poe’s gaze clears, he chokes out a sob, turning away from her gaze. A wave of hot shame—she can feel it, emanating from him like warmth off an ember.

“No, shhh, no…” Rey caresses Poe’s face gently. “Shh, it’s all right, it’s over.”

“No…” Poe sobs brokenly. “No, you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t be comforting me.”

“What?”

Poe rolls back to face her, dark eyes wet, tears tracking down the dust on his cheeks. “I sh-should be the one comforting you, please, d-don’t—“

“I rather think we ought to be comforting each other, all things considered.” Rey gives him a little half-smile that hides a wince. “You didn’t want… that, any more than I did. But it’s over.”

Poe nods.

There’s a jolting scrape as the slot on the door is opened, a tray pushed through. The slot shuts with a rusty squeak, but Rey goes to the tray, finds plain rations besides a canister of water and a single folded cloth. It feels indulgent, to waste perfectly good water on cleaning herself up, but Rey can feel the slick-slide of Poe’s seed on her inner thighs, and she knows that it will just get more unbearable the longer she waits.

She reaches for the cloth.

“Can I…?” Poe asks, hands warm as they collide with hers, both reaching for the same thing. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you, just—“

“No, it’s okay.” Rey nods. Her hands, she can see, are shaking, so she lets them fall. Lets herself tip back on the spread-out clothing, barely a cushion on the hard floor. Knees up, spread slightly for him, Rey watches as he cleans her. His hands are shaking, too, but it’s as if they both need this. Her legs fall apart, and the cloth, rough though it is, does not harm her. Poe would never harm her—Rey knows this, feels the truth of this incongruity even as she winces from the rawness he left behind.

It doesn’t matter what he sees, now now, anyway.

“I’m so sorry.” He murmurs it, like a prayer.

“This wasn’t you.” Rey says. She pushes herself up, gathers up her own clothing and pulls it on, not caring if she’ll bleed again on the only pair of trousers she owns. “This wasn’t you. I believe that.”

But Poe is still slumped on the floor of the cell. He is wearing his jacket, a shirt, and nothing else; Rey can see that there’s a smear of blood—her blood—on his inner thigh, on his cock. It makes her shudder. She pulls on her shirt, and, reaching for the trailing end of her scarf, tore a strip free from the fragile fabric. The other cloth is too stained. And he deserves to be clean as much as she does.

“Let me.” She says, and Poe looks up at her as if she’s the most radiant creature in the galaxy.

He nods, then turns away as she wipes him clean. And the feelings coming from him—how can she bear to touch him, now, after what he’s done?—are as loud as if he was speaking them.

“He said we would be let go.” Poe says. They’re both clothed again, sitting on opposite sides of the cell. Almost as if none of this happened. “He said we were of no use.”

“I think he’ll find a use.”

Poe looks away from her, clearly shaken by the truth of her words. He knows as well as she that it’s the truth. A captor who demanded such a… display… could not a man of his word.

But there’s nothing else to say, after that. So they divide up the rations between them, a cold pottage of some kind of grain or coarse meal, a flatbread they tear in half, nothing she recognizes. It’s still fresher than any of the portions on Jakku, so at least that’s something.

A thought occurs to her. “Do you… do you have someone, a husband, a wife?”

Poe shakes his head. This, at least, makes Rey relax, although the reasoning behind it is absurd.

“Do you?” His voice is raw when he speaks.

“No.” She says. “There’s no one.”

Nobody comes for them. Before the final lights-out there’s a second tray that’s shoved on through the slot, but no words, no sign of their captor, or anyone. They eat what must be dinner in silence. And when the lights blink twice, and then go out entirely, Rey curls up against her cellmate, and tries not to feel his chest shaking with quiet tears.

She tries, too, not to acknowledge her own.

When the morning comes, though, the tears have dried. The door slides open again, and a pair of Stormtroopers motion for them to get up. Poe takes a step forward, but one of them grabs Rey, and the other aims his weapon at his chest.

“Where are you taking her?” Poe says. “Hey! I’m talking to you, where—“

The trooper raises his blaster, butting Poe in the side of the head with it, and the man goes down. He’s not unconscious, though—though hazy eyes he can see as they drag Rey from the cell. Although he struggles to reach for her, to get to his feet at all, the door slams shut, and she’s gone.

AAAAAAAAAHHH I'M SO EXCITED THAT YOU'RE CONTINUING WITH THIS FIC!!!!!

I can't wait to see where this goes. Post the next chapter NOW, please and thank you. Oh good my poor space babies.

I'M JUST EXCITED SOMEONE IS STILL READING THANK YOU and yes, there is more to come. Soon.

i just came back to reread this please update!!!! its so great.

Meeeetoooo.
I love this and would love more moaaaar!

I love this so much that I still check up on it to see if it ever updated lmao.

I'm so embarrassed about how much I love reading this. Bullet proof kink for sure but everything else too like helping to clean each other up. Ack I'm so glad you are still writing!

Thanks for sticking with it! You are definitely not alone in the kink factor there, let me tell u

Yesss, I've had this open for like three weeks hoping for an update, thank you so much, anon! So excited for more!

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