Part III
Paige Tico meets Poe Dameron for some shenanigans...and sex.
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Paige loved getting her snatch pounded by all the resistance fighters at the rebel base.
Which is why she was absolutely pissed when General Organa sent her with a skeleton crew to scout a nearby system for resources.
"This blockade runner reeks of tauntaun," Paige said to no one.
She worked on the coupler issue that had plagued her A-Wing for a couple of weeks now. Thankfully, she hadn't needed to use the craft since their last encounter with the First Order.
But it was still frustrating, working to fix something and having no way to relax off-duty. There was a reason they all fucked so much.
Otherwise, the stress would make someone take a trip out the airlock.
Paige continued working, replacing wiring that appeared charred. There were many redundancy systems in these fighters, and you only needed one to work properly. The remaining usually fell into some disrepair unless you had a lot of time on your hands.
She heard movement and some beeps. She turned her head to see a small droid rolling through the hangar. It was a spherical unit, a BB, with orange plating.
The droid peered around as it moved slowly. It appeared as though it were looking for something.
"Can I help you?" Paige asked, less annoyed and more excited to have someone to speak with.
The droid chirped quizzically, moving its head up and down. It let out a soft tone, which Paige interpreted as a sigh, before moving along.
Paige decided she was done messing around with the A-Wing. She crawled from underneath the ship. Her maintenance jacket was covered in grime from the hangar floor and, though she tried her hardest to avoid it, so were her arms.
Shower time, Paige mused.
She stalked the halls of the blockade runner, occasionally seeing others. She was a bit higher rank than most, being a pilot, and some even saluted her when they remembered that they all pretended to have some semblance of military hierarchy in the Resistance.
Paige laughed to herself and usually didn't bother to salute back. All that really mattered is that people did their jobs when the time came.
And that there are ways to de-stress when they aren't, Paige thought.
Not surprisingly, the showers were all empty. Paige stripped off her jumpsuit and stood naked in the ship's head, gazing at her figure in the mirror. She had received a few scars over the years but they in no way detracted from firm breasts and a tight ass.
A thin strip of hair marked her intimate region and upon further inspection, Paige realized that she needed to shave.
For what reason, she didn't really know, considering that no one on this ship seemed to be interested in sex in the least. It also didn't help that most of them were not her type.
Still, she decided to go ahead with trimming herself and set about looking for an discarded laser razor. She found one in an old locker, the powercell still functional.
She moved to stand in front of the mirror and placed one leg on a bench. Using gentle movements, Paige trimmed the hair above her snatch, being careful to maintain the small wedge. Men and women alike were pleased to see it when they had finally stripped off her clothes, usually after a couple Corellian ales or some boring ship maintenance.
Paige was almost finished tending to herself when the door slid open. A man walked in, dark haired and dark eyed.
He stared at her for a moment, taking in her nude body, and then, his eyes went to the mirror where he saw her work.
"Ah," he said, looking away. "I just needed to clean up as well. Don't mind me."
Paige saw the man out of the corner her eye. He went over to another bench and began stripping.
She was sure he was Poe Dameron, top pilot of the Resistance. He began undressing as well, slipping off his jacket and trousers.
He completely ignored Paige, so she finished shaving.
She walked into the shower and began to rinse off. The hot water washed away the grease and dirt and she loved the feel of the water warming her skin. Space ships were always too cold.
