“I'm telling you, you're looking too deeply into this,” Poe was saying as they walked through the halls of the Resistance base. “It's not nearly as bad as you're making it out to be. Penn and Fai are nothing like us. Tethras just took the situation and ran with it.”
“Really,” Finn said, in flat disbelief. “‘Penn’ and ‘Fai’ aren’t based on us?”
“Okay, so the names are similar, but anyone who knows us will realize they're completely diff --”
“Hey, Wildcat!” Jess said, clapping Poe on the shoulder as she passed by.
Poe gaped at her, then turned back to Finn. Finn smirked at him, smug.
“This has got to stop,” Poe said.
“Told you,” Finn said.
“I know exactly what we need to do,” Poe said, staring after Jessika, a thoughtful expression on his face that, for some reason, filled Finn with a vague sort of unease.
“Start a petition?” Finn said, hopefully.
**
“That was a terrible idea,” Finn shouted, from where he'd landed, half-under Poe’s X-Wing. “I told you sex in fighters wasn't possible!”
Poe popped up from the cockpit. His hair was a mess and he was grinning crazily. “It was an awesome idea.”
Finn found himself grinning back, in spite himself. Okay, so maybe there was something to those damn Tethras books, after all.
**
“I’m coming!” Penn shouted, cock pulsing long streaks of --”
“No, that’s no good.”
“I’m coming!” Penn screamed, his sublime erection jumping erratically as he spilled his loveseed across Fai’s chest.
Leia covered her grin with one hand and leaned back in her chair.
Poor Finn. She did sympathize; when she’d found the first book of The Smuggler and the Captive Princess, she'd also been horrified -- and then subsequently outraged when she learned just who was behind the books, stumbling in on Han grinning to himself over the manuscript in the Millennium Falcon. But Han had just laughed and, using all the charm he possessed, managed to convince her to help with a scene.
It got sort of out of control after that.
They'd spent hours in the Millennium Falcon, trying to outdo each other in ridiculous euphemisms and laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. And then the books had been wildly successful and they learned they could actually make money off of it and, well. The Smuggler and the Captive Princess series was born.
She would never write about Leah and Haaris again, but when Poe had described his harrowing escape from the Star Destroyer, eyes sparkling and hands waving expressively, inspiration had struck for the first time in decades. So she had written The Irresistible Rebel and sent it to her publisher. She hadn't thought about it too much afterwards; figuring Tethras wouldn't be that popular with this generation.
It had been more than a little surprising to learn they were more popular.
She had tried to make Penn and Fai unrecognizable from Poe and Finn; in retrospect, she probably should have chosen different names. Ah, well. All the money she made off it was at least going to the Resistance, and anyway book two was already halfway written.
Hm. Paradise in Jakku had a nice ring to it.
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Also here: href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/6145228, because I might poke at this universe more.
FILL: The Rebel and the Resistant Wildcat - COMPLETE
“Really,” Finn said, in flat disbelief. “‘Penn’ and ‘Fai’ aren’t based on us?”
“Okay, so the names are similar, but anyone who knows us will realize they're completely diff --”
“Hey, Wildcat!” Jess said, clapping Poe on the shoulder as she passed by.
Poe gaped at her, then turned back to Finn. Finn smirked at him, smug.
“This has got to stop,” Poe said.
“Told you,” Finn said.
“I know exactly what we need to do,” Poe said, staring after Jessika, a thoughtful expression on his face that, for some reason, filled Finn with a vague sort of unease.
“Start a petition?” Finn said, hopefully.
“That was a terrible idea,” Finn shouted, from where he'd landed, half-under Poe’s X-Wing. “I told you sex in fighters wasn't possible!”
Poe popped up from the cockpit. His hair was a mess and he was grinning crazily. “It was an awesome idea.”
Finn found himself grinning back, in spite himself. Okay, so maybe there was something to those damn Tethras books, after all.
“I’m coming!” Penn shouted, cock pulsing long streaks of --”
“No, that’s no good.”
“I’m coming!” Penn screamed, his sublime erection jumping erratically as he spilled his loveseed across Fai’s chest.
Leia covered her grin with one hand and leaned back in her chair.
Poor Finn. She did sympathize; when she’d found the first book of The Smuggler and the Captive Princess, she'd also been horrified -- and then subsequently outraged when she learned just who was behind the books, stumbling in on Han grinning to himself over the manuscript in the Millennium Falcon. But Han had just laughed and, using all the charm he possessed, managed to convince her to help with a scene.
It got sort of out of control after that.
They'd spent hours in the Millennium Falcon, trying to outdo each other in ridiculous euphemisms and laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. And then the books had been wildly successful and they learned they could actually make money off of it and, well. The Smuggler and the Captive Princess series was born.
She would never write about Leah and Haaris again, but when Poe had described his harrowing escape from the Star Destroyer, eyes sparkling and hands waving expressively, inspiration had struck for the first time in decades. So she had written The Irresistible Rebel and sent it to her publisher. She hadn't thought about it too much afterwards; figuring Tethras wouldn't be that popular with this generation.
It had been more than a little surprising to learn they were more popular.
She had tried to make Penn and Fai unrecognizable from Poe and Finn; in retrospect, she probably should have chosen different names. Ah, well. All the money she made off it was at least going to the Resistance, and anyway book two was already halfway written.
Hm. Paradise in Jakku had a nice ring to it.
--
Also here: href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/6145228, because I might poke at this universe more.