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Penn looked down at the controls. He was so close to freedom he could taste it!

“Penn,” Fai’s deep voice commanded. “I have a control stick that needs attention.”

Finn groaned in secondhand embarrassment, covering his face with his hand. He didn’t know who he was more embarrassed for: himself, or the depiction of himself. He’d picked up the holobook again, thinking maybe there had to be something he was missing if everyone else liked them so much, but no. Just -- no.

Penn unbuckled the straps and crawled over the seats to sit on Fai’s strong thighs. There was something better than freedom he had to taste.

Finn had to close his eyes for a moment, before he read on, grimly determined.

Penn flicked the pointy tip of his tongue over the slit of Fai’s cockhead, tasting the sweet ambrosia that beaded at the tip, and then slid his lips all the way down the magnificent velvet staff. Tears of bliss sparkled at the corners of his eyes.

“Yes, suck my pole, take me all the way in,” Fai demanded, sinking his fingers into Penn’s silky black curls. His hips were like a wild thing, thrusting into Penn’s insatiable mouth, filling him with something more satisfying than a three course meal.

Penn reached back to finger the fluttery petals of his own hungry hole --

“I can't,” Finn said, disgusted, and flung the holobook down. It landed by a pair of shiny black boots, which happened to be worn by a surprised looking General Organa.

“General Organa,” Finn said, aghast. “I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there.”

“I don't know how many times I need to ask you to call me Leila,” General Organa -- Leia -- crouched down, picking up the holonovel. “I see Tethras is at it again.”

“You know about Tethras?” Finn said, disbelieving.

“Unfortunately. I’m sure you’ve heard of Leah and Haaris?” Leia said, eyebrows raised.

It clicked. Finn had been so caught up in the travesty of The Rebel and the Resistant Wildcat that he hadn't even considered its predecessor. “You and Han.”

Leia scrolled to the beginning of the holonovel, lips twitching in a mix of amusement and bittersweet reminiscence. One of the men on the cover, Fai, Finn presumed, was in something that vaguely passed as Stormtrooper gear, sans helmet, except it was molded to his frankly ridiculous muscles, including what appeared to be an eight pack. He was clutching a man who looked entirely unlike Poe, who was wearing the bootie shorts version of the standard orange flight suit.

“I hated these books. Han thought they were hilarious and wanted to reenact --” Leia was saying, but then she remembered herself, glancing up and into at Finn's wide eyes. She cleared her throat and held out the holobook. “Anyway, don't let it get to you too much.”

“They're awful,” Finn said, passionately.

“I know,” Leia said, patting his shoulder comfortingly.

“Doesn't Tethras realized how cramped TIE Fighters are? It's just not logical. There's no way someone can go scrambling around in the cockpit like that, much less suck any --” It was Finn's turn to remember himself when he realized Leia was watching him, lips twitching like she couldn't help herself

“Uh,” he said, clutching the holobook to his chest. “I'm just going to --” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, feebly.

“Of course,” Leia said, and he could hear the laughter in her voice.

Finn absolutely did not run away. He walked in a very sedate manner. In the opposite direction. Fast.

Poor Finn. <3

SWEET AMBROSIA
SUCK MY POLE
FLUTTERY PETALS

L M A O

Has anyone started a betting pool on the author's identity yet? I'm putting my money on Chewbacca.

I'm still betting on Luke!

I mean the writer went underground for years and now just came back???

Coincidence, I think not!

So Luke wrote a long-running smut series about his sister? I mean, it's a step up from making out with her, but only barely, and that step is on an escalator of dysfunction ever-descending towards the dank basement of hilarious awkwardness. So I'm not opposed...

However, according to my research *brandishes unrelated papers, subtly closes wookieepedia tab* the Wookiees have 150 words for WOOD, which means they would have a natural aptitude for terrible erection allusions, and indeed the entire romance genre!

*SLAMS MONEY ON THE TABLE* Put it all on Tall, Dark and Hairy.

DA

I'm hedging my bets and I'm throwing in two potential names for the pool: Lando or Wedge Antilles.

Both have ties to the Rebellion/Resistance; Lando pretty much is the Varric of Star Wars (charming, smooth-talking "businessman" who's also an underestimated badass) and I would not be surprised that he would write terrible romance novels about his friends and his friends' protegees because it would be HILARIOUS (also, good way to make some money on the side); and Wedge, as especially seen in the X-Wing Series books from the old EU, can totally keep a straight face while trolling the hell out of his friends (see: Wes Janson and the Lieutenant Ketch incident, and certain events during Starfights of Adumar). Would also not be surprised to find out if Wes and/or Hobbie were beta reading for Wedge and possibly making the books even more ridiculously over-the-top, because they would.

...I am thinking a little too much about who Varric Tethras is in this fill, apparently.

Anyway, FIFTY ON LANDO AND ANOTHER FIFTY ON WEDGE.

But it's not really Leia, just like these characters act nothing like Poe and Finn thought? Maybe Luke just really like Princess/pirate tropes and was bored.

"the bootie shorts version of the standard orange flight suit"

Why is this not a real thing? The Resistance has to have bases on tropical planets sometimes, this should totally be an alternative environment flight suit.

“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.

--

Also here: href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/6145228, because I might poke at this universe more.

AHAHAHA! Of course, the smut was coming from inside the Millennium Falcon -- in more ways than one.

DAMMIT, I was so close with my Chewbacca bet.

Chewie is totally her editor.

Well I was one twin off, but I knew it had to be a Skywalker!

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