A/N: Not sure this is really D/s enough but hopefully you like it anon.
“Come in.”
Poe enters the General’s new makeshift quarters with trepidation. He can hear from her tone of voice that she hasn’t forgotten the mutiny. They may have all escaped with their lives — Poe still hasn’t heard the details of how Holdo managed that — but he knew it would take time to rebuild the General’s trust in him.
For a moment Poe looks up to meet the General’s eyes, but all he finds in her gaze is flint and steel, a naked disappointment that makes his face burn with shame. His eyes flick down to stare instead at the fraying edges of carpeting that surround her desk. He would give anything to replace that look on her face, to make her proud of him again, if only she would give him the chance.
“Do you know why you’re here, Commander Dameron?” She offers extra emphasis on his title, reminding him that just because she’s reinstated it, doesn’t mean she demote him again if needed.
Before he can think to reply her words cut across him again, “You will look at me when I am speaking Commander.”
His head snaps up. He meets her eyes with as much bravado as he can muster. She always did like him when he was a little cocky.
He can see her gaze soften momentarily and then sharpen into a smirk that sends chills down his spine. He can’t stop staring at her mouth, her lips pursed and twisted as though she’s just tasted something so sweet that she’s going to suck it of every last drop of flavor.
It’s taken less than a minute and his heart is racing like he has two TIE fighters following his every swerve.
“No, I don’t.” His mouth feels dry as he speaks. At her raised eyebrow he quickly adds, “General.”
She moves from her chair to stand in front of him, her arms crossed, leaning back against her desk. It’s uncanny how a woman so short still manages to tower over him.
“Your actions in the mutiny undermined cohesion and morale within the Resistance at a critical moment.” Poe can feel her words hit like stones: he’s bludgeoned with the weight of them, weighed down and beaten and yet light-headed and dazed.
“When you should have been supporting your superior officer, you instead flouted the chain of command once again and allowed two inferior officers to leave the ship and put themselves in great danger.” He can feel himself shrinking before her. He can’t help himself, he’s knees buckle and he falls to kneel in front of her, his eyes never leaving her.
She’s gorgeous even now — especially now. The dim light in her office has her face partially in shadow, her hair glinting like burnished, sculpted silver.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Commander?”
“General Organa, I thought—“ he rarely stutters, but he can’t seem to find the words, “I thought I was doing the right thing, but I know now, that I should have – that my actions undermined not just Admiral Holdo, but you as well and I’ll never forgive myself-“
Leia steps forward and reaches out to card through his hair with her fingers tugging his curls sharply, “Poe!” The pain grounds and soothes him. When he opens his eyes again he’s surprised to find warmth in her gazing down at him.
“I’m so sorry.” The hand not slowly weaving through his curls falls to caress his cheek and he leans into it like sunlight in the vacuum of space.
“I forgive you.” She says it so simply that he’s momentarily shocked. He leans into her, feeling her hand pet his curls with slow soothing strokes. Everything around him slows and softens, like breathing underwater, cocooned in Leia’s presence.
Poe hears the door open as though muffled from in the distance and knows that someone must have joined them, but he can’t bring himself to move from her embrace.
“But I know you, Poe,” she’s speaking to him again, “And I asked you here because we want to help you forgive yourself.”
He looks up then and basks in the warmth of their smiles, his General and his Admiral beside her, offering him redemption.
“Would you like that Poe?” Leia asks.
Poe offers her the same answer he’s given her a thousand times.
FILL 1/4: Holdo/Leia/Poe, D/s
“Come in.”
Poe enters the General’s new makeshift quarters with trepidation. He can hear from her tone of voice that she hasn’t forgotten the mutiny. They may have all escaped with their lives — Poe still hasn’t heard the details of how Holdo managed that — but he knew it would take time to rebuild the General’s trust in him.
For a moment Poe looks up to meet the General’s eyes, but all he finds in her gaze is flint and steel, a naked disappointment that makes his face burn with shame. His eyes flick down to stare instead at the fraying edges of carpeting that surround her desk. He would give anything to replace that look on her face, to make her proud of him again, if only she would give him the chance.
“Do you know why you’re here, Commander Dameron?” She offers extra emphasis on his title, reminding him that just because she’s reinstated it, doesn’t mean she demote him again if needed.
Before he can think to reply her words cut across him again, “You will look at me when I am speaking Commander.”
His head snaps up. He meets her eyes with as much bravado as he can muster. She always did like him when he was a little cocky.
He can see her gaze soften momentarily and then sharpen into a smirk that sends chills down his spine. He can’t stop staring at her mouth, her lips pursed and twisted as though she’s just tasted something so sweet that she’s going to suck it of every last drop of flavor.
It’s taken less than a minute and his heart is racing like he has two TIE fighters following his every swerve.
“No, I don’t.” His mouth feels dry as he speaks. At her raised eyebrow he quickly adds, “General.”
She moves from her chair to stand in front of him, her arms crossed, leaning back against her desk. It’s uncanny how a woman so short still manages to tower over him.
“Your actions in the mutiny undermined cohesion and morale within the Resistance at a critical moment.” Poe can feel her words hit like stones: he’s bludgeoned with the weight of them, weighed down and beaten and yet light-headed and dazed.
“When you should have been supporting your superior officer, you instead flouted the chain of command once again and allowed two inferior officers to leave the ship and put themselves in great danger.” He can feel himself shrinking before her. He can’t help himself, he’s knees buckle and he falls to kneel in front of her, his eyes never leaving her.
She’s gorgeous even now — especially now. The dim light in her office has her face partially in shadow, her hair glinting like burnished, sculpted silver.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Commander?”
“General Organa, I thought—“ he rarely stutters, but he can’t seem to find the words, “I thought I was doing the right thing, but I know now, that I should have – that my actions undermined not just Admiral Holdo, but you as well and I’ll never forgive myself-“
Leia steps forward and reaches out to card through his hair with her fingers tugging his curls sharply, “Poe!” The pain grounds and soothes him. When he opens his eyes again he’s surprised to find warmth in her gazing down at him.
“I’m so sorry.” The hand not slowly weaving through his curls falls to caress his cheek and he leans into it like sunlight in the vacuum of space.
“I forgive you.” She says it so simply that he’s momentarily shocked. He leans into her, feeling her hand pet his curls with slow soothing strokes. Everything around him slows and softens, like breathing underwater, cocooned in Leia’s presence.
Poe hears the door open as though muffled from in the distance and knows that someone must have joined them, but he can’t bring himself to move from her embrace.
“But I know you, Poe,” she’s speaking to him again, “And I asked you here because we want to help you forgive yourself.”
He looks up then and basks in the warmth of their smiles, his General and his Admiral beside her, offering him redemption.
“Would you like that Poe?” Leia asks.
Poe offers her the same answer he’s given her a thousand times.
“Yes, General.”