They don’t talk about it. Poe thinks this is a good thing. It doesn’t need to be talked about. Talking about it would ruin it.
Sometimes, occasionally, he wants to say something, something like, “Admiral Holdo, I really admire your technique. I couldn’t sit in my cockpit for days after that. And that thing you used – where did you get that thing? Or, well, where could I get one of those things?” or “General, I really appreciated the opportunity to eat your cunt like I was starving. Should the opportunity arise again, I’d be happy to oblige.”
Poe pinches the bridge of his nose. He is an idiot and what’s more, he’s an idiot who’s going to fuck up his next assignment if he doesn’t stop zoning out like this in briefings just because he can’t stop fantasizing about licking his General’s boots. (Leia doesn’t usually wear boots, but if she did, Poe’s sure by now he would have started fantasizing about them.)
The meeting concludes with another “May the force be with you.” Everyone files out dutifully, but Poe feels slow to follow.
“Are you ok, Poe?” He starts at the sound of Leia so close to him. She sounds concerned and he hastens to assuage her.
“I’m fine, General. Ready to go,” he replies, turning to face her and brushing his hair back from his eyes with a sweep of his hand.
“Commander.” Leia’s voice is sharper now and it does things to him. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears. “You’ve been unfocused. You’ve failed to contribute in tactical meetings, and Admiral Holdo tells me you’ve been late for two rotations in the past two weeks.”
Poe frowns, he hasn’t been late to anything. If anything, it takes more effort to get him out of his cockpit than into it these days.
“I want you to report to my office this evening” Leia’s voice is harsh, but Poe would recognize that smirk from miles away.
FILL 4/4: Holdo/Leia/Poe, D/s
Sometimes, occasionally, he wants to say something, something like, “Admiral Holdo, I really admire your technique. I couldn’t sit in my cockpit for days after that. And that thing you used – where did you get that thing? Or, well, where could I get one of those things?” or “General, I really appreciated the opportunity to eat your cunt like I was starving. Should the opportunity arise again, I’d be happy to oblige.”
Poe pinches the bridge of his nose. He is an idiot and what’s more, he’s an idiot who’s going to fuck up his next assignment if he doesn’t stop zoning out like this in briefings just because he can’t stop fantasizing about licking his General’s boots. (Leia doesn’t usually wear boots, but if she did, Poe’s sure by now he would have started fantasizing about them.)
The meeting concludes with another “May the force be with you.” Everyone files out dutifully, but Poe feels slow to follow.
“Are you ok, Poe?” He starts at the sound of Leia so close to him. She sounds concerned and he hastens to assuage her.
“I’m fine, General. Ready to go,” he replies, turning to face her and brushing his hair back from his eyes with a sweep of his hand.
“Commander.” Leia’s voice is sharper now and it does things to him. He can feel his heartbeat in his ears. “You’ve been unfocused. You’ve failed to contribute in tactical meetings, and Admiral Holdo tells me you’ve been late for two rotations in the past two weeks.”
Poe frowns, he hasn’t been late to anything. If anything, it takes more effort to get him out of his cockpit than into it these days.
“I want you to report to my office this evening” Leia’s voice is harsh, but Poe would recognize that smirk from miles away.
“Come prepared to apologize.”
Poe can’t hide his smile.
“Yes, General.”