Star Wars Oneshots

POE - Nights Out

Fluff Oneshot of Poe x Wife!Reader

Summary: After the war, you and Poe go out and try to have a nice meal, emphasis on 'try to'.

Think of that vine with Zayn Malik and the spaghetti dog - those are the vibes for this one. Honestly, it's just pure fluff so bon appetit my munchkins.

Word Count: 1.3k

You hadn't thought this far ahead when you signed up to the Resistance, when you defeated the First Order or when you said yes to Poe. For the most part, you had expected to be dead by now, or driven insane by the reckless pilots that frequented your medbay. Luckily, neither of those predictions transpired and now you were sat with Poe in a restaurant on Cantonica.

The war was over and it was won, something which had previously seemed impossible. You and Poe were no longer separated by long shifts or off-world missions. Instead, you both tried to spend as much time in the presence of each other, making up for lost moments and a lack of memories.

Events like these were commonplace nowadays, but you rarely attended the fancy dinners and conferences held for distinguished Resistance members like yourselves. Polite conversation was never your strong suit and Poe's attention span didn't last long unless he was in an X-Wing, or with you.

Poe normally was the one against attending lavish events, feeling more comfortable at a local cantina or small-town bar. And although you did agree, unlike him you hadn't seen a lot of the galaxy and you were eager to visit different planets and cultures.

But when just the two of you were given the chance to go to the nicest restaurant on Cantonica for your wedding anniversary, you didn't turn it down. It would be an experience, as Poe had admitted beforehand. You had smiled and agreed with him. He was happy enough wearing a suit but you had to convince him not to bring BB-8.

"The freshers here have golden faucets. I think that's a new level of fancy." Poe professed as he sat back down opposite you, wiping his hands on a napkin as he returned from the bathroom.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they served us food on diamond platters." You laughed back at him; eyebrows raised. The hair he had tried to control with gel had already escaped into a curly mess and revealed the couple of silver strands that were peeking through.

The waiter had kindly sat you at a small table near to the balcony. It was a completely clear night, meaning the inky expanse of the sky and glow of the stars were right next to you. Peeling your gaze away from the assortment of constellations, you met the intent stare of your husband.

Despite being married for some time now, you couldn't help but feel heat rush to your cheeks at the sight of his dark eyes locked onto your own, pupils barely visible in the dim candlelight.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked hesitantly, unable to stop the slight smile that crept onto your features.

No one else got to see this side of Poe; the gentle, sentimental romantic. Perhaps Leia had seen some of it in him, had recognised his capacity for love, and that was why she had regarded him so highly as a commander, despite his impulsive tendencies. But this side of Poe, when he would regard you so softly and seem to forget everything else, this was reserved for you, his utter weakness.

"There is actually." He smirked at you, something playful in his tone, "I think it's beauty."

You blushed even harder, eyes darting to the table in front of you and where your hands were folded neatly in your lap. "Are you always this cheesy, Mr. Dameron?"

"Only for you, Mrs. Dameron."

"Possessive now, are we?"

"Oh of course. Every lifeform in the galaxy should know you're mine." He quipped back.

"How will every lifeform know that?"

"I'll write it in the sky with my X-Wing." He gave you a sly grin. Maker, how did this man still give you butterflies?

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Sure thing, flyboy."

The waiter walked up to your table before Poe could answer and he was only able to respond with a knowing smirk.

"Are you ready to order?"

Poe turned his attention to the waiter. "Yes, yes we are." He looked back at the menu. "Can I get the, erm, Thak... Thakolito?"

The waiter, holopad in hand, looked at Poe confusedly. "I'm not sure I got that?"

"The - the Thalito? Thakokito?" He stumbled over the name; eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his mouth hung open slightly.

"Ah, the Thakitillo?"

You tried not to snort at the look on Poe's face as the waiter pronounced the dish perfectly.

"Yes, that please. Can we also have the..." He paused and you thought you heard him swear under his breath. "...the Xermooc?"

"Xermooc?"

"The Xermic?" Poe repeated back slowly.

The waiter smiled slightly, "Do you mean the Xermaauc?"

Poe only hummed in confirmation with a slight redness on his cheeks but from the upwards curve of his lips, you guessed he found it as amusing as you did.

The waiter turned to you. "Anything for you Miss?"

"The Eggmilk Stew please."

Poe nudged your foot under the table as you chose arguably the easiest to pronounce meal from the menu.

"Any drinks?"

Opening his mouth, Poe faltered slightly before sighing, "Just two spicebrews, thank you." The waiter gave you both a small nod before departing, leaving you and Poe sat in silence.

You let out a snort once they were away from earshot. "I'm sure I've heard General Ematt use 'Xermooc' as an insult before."

"Alright, alright, I get it." Poe smiled sheepishly without breaking eye contact with you.

"If Finn had been here, he would have wet himself."

"Well," Poe leant over the table with a mischievous glint in this eye, "Finn isn't here, so you're just going to have to keep your pretty mouth shut when we get back."

You accepted defeat with an exhale, "Fine, Commander, no one will know of your poor pronunciation skills."

He stretched his arm across the table with his calloused palm upturned expectantly. You reached over and slotted you hand into his, fingers intertwining gently. Poe smiled at you as he ran his thumb over the ring on your finger, his mother's ring which he had given to you.

"I hope you're not embarrassed with me."

You waited to see if he would elaborate, but from the look in his eyes you knew he was serious. "Why would I be Poe?"

"Because I'm a 'military man'. I'm a bit useless at things like this."

Sighing, you placed your other hand on top of his, stilling his thumb's movement as he peered up at you. "But that's what I love about you, you're my Poe. Would you be embarrassed if I started dissecting my food because I'm a medic?"

He looked down at your hands and smiled dreamily, shaking his head. Slowly he set his free hand over both of yours, encompassing them. "As long as you don't try to stitch the meat, no."

You both laughed quietly, trapped in your own small world. The noise of the restaurant, glasses clinking and murmured conversations, as well as the distant buzz of the planet outside filled the beat of stillness that passed between you two.

Poe muttered your name, causing you to look up into his gaze. "You're my favourite person in the galaxy, do you know that?"

Trying not to melt, you added, "Do you love me more than your X-Wing?"

"Yes, but it's close so don't break my heart." He warned you.

Poe brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing his lips to your knuckles gently. You let your eyes flutter close and sighed in contentment.

"Of course not, flyboy."