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rubynye's birthday! I’m writing Poe/Finn/Rey fic as a gift, but it isn’t done yet, so on your actual birthday, please enjoy this Poe/Finn snippet from the middle of the story.
Working title: Finn Doesn’t Know How Sex Works (Because Stormtrooper)
(I’ll come up with something snappier later, I promise!)
Spoilers for The Force Awakens!
Poe was on the first of two days of mandatory downtime between courier missions, so he didn't actually have any assigned tasks to do. Luckily, there was never a shortage of work for willing hands around the base. His security clearance promptly won him a spot helping to triage the messages flooding in for the general from all over the surviving worlds of the New Republic.
Poe had a knack for sizing people up. He'd known he could trust Finn practically the second he took his helmet off, and that had turned out--
No, he wasn't thinking about Finn right now.
He was working. He watched snippets of holo messages one after another, sorting them by level of urgency and trustworthiness of the sender. It was just like the secret missions the general had sent him on from time to time, except dozens in a row.
After a couple of hours of that he felt nearly as exhausted as if he'd been flying tight maneuvers the whole time. Everyone sending a message was desperate, even the liars. It wore on him, reminding him of everything and everyone he'd lost himself in the last few weeks.
The admiral caught Poe rubbing his eyes and bodily pulled him away from his console. "You're on rest rotation, Dameron. Go outside. Stop working."
Poe was just trying to think of a good way to say this is still more restful than worrying about having a date tonight (with someone who doesn't know it's a date) to have sex (that he doesn't know is sex), when Finn himself rushed in.
He grinned at the sight of Poe. "Hey! Can I borrow you for a minute?"
Poe glanced back at the admiral, who smiled slightly and gave Poe a little push in Finn's direction. Poe surrendered to the inevitable.
It wasn't until they were outside, heading down a path into the woods Poe had never actually traveled, that it occurred to him to ask. "Where are we going?"
Finn stopped, looking around the trees without meeting Poe's eyes. "Well, I'm not sure, that's why I brought you. Mina sent me out to gather Force berries."
Poe suppressed a wince, and wondered how he was going to explain it to Finn. "Oh. Well..."
"So I figure what we do is, we find the most poisonous thing that grows around here that won't kill us just by touching it," Finn went on, still looking around. "And then I can bring back a big armful and say, look! I found the Force berries! And they looked so tasty I ate a pound of 'em on my way back."
Poe was startled into an undiplomatic laugh, and Finn finally met his eyes, grinning. "Come on, man! You think we didn't have pranks?"
Poe shook his head, still laughing, full of so much pride and warmth and wanting--full of all the things he'd been trying so hard not to think about the last few hours. He couldn't hold it back anymore. He put both hands on Finn's shoulders and pressed a clumsy, hasty kiss to Finn's smiling mouth.
Finn went still under Poe's hands and lips, and Poe made himself be still too. He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking, Well, you had to tell him, you had to find out whether he wanted this.
But in that second while Poe was bracing himself to face the consequences, Finn's hands pressed against his sides, hot over his ribs and clinging. Finn's lips pushed back against his, returning the kiss even more clumsily than Poe had started it. Poe's heart was racing so frantically he had to pull back and look.
Finn was looking at him with something like wonder shining in his eyes. He didn't look confused at all, and Poe's mouth hung open, wondering if somehow it could be easy, if this was something Finn did know, just like he knew what it meant when someone sent you off on a made-up errand.
"That was--that was kissing, right?" Finn said. "I mean. Wow, that was a good kiss, Poe, I liked that. We should do that again. You wanna do that again?"
Yeah, Poe was not out of the woods yet.
rubynye's birthday! I’m writing Poe/Finn/Rey fic as a gift, but it isn’t done yet, so on your actual birthday, please enjoy this Poe/Finn snippet from the middle of the story. Working title: Finn Doesn’t Know How Sex Works (Because Stormtrooper)
(I’ll come up with something snappier later, I promise!)
Spoilers for The Force Awakens!
Poe was on the first of two days of mandatory downtime between courier missions, so he didn't actually have any assigned tasks to do. Luckily, there was never a shortage of work for willing hands around the base. His security clearance promptly won him a spot helping to triage the messages flooding in for the general from all over the surviving worlds of the New Republic.
Poe had a knack for sizing people up. He'd known he could trust Finn practically the second he took his helmet off, and that had turned out--
No, he wasn't thinking about Finn right now.
He was working. He watched snippets of holo messages one after another, sorting them by level of urgency and trustworthiness of the sender. It was just like the secret missions the general had sent him on from time to time, except dozens in a row.
After a couple of hours of that he felt nearly as exhausted as if he'd been flying tight maneuvers the whole time. Everyone sending a message was desperate, even the liars. It wore on him, reminding him of everything and everyone he'd lost himself in the last few weeks.
The admiral caught Poe rubbing his eyes and bodily pulled him away from his console. "You're on rest rotation, Dameron. Go outside. Stop working."
Poe was just trying to think of a good way to say this is still more restful than worrying about having a date tonight (with someone who doesn't know it's a date) to have sex (that he doesn't know is sex), when Finn himself rushed in.
He grinned at the sight of Poe. "Hey! Can I borrow you for a minute?"
Poe glanced back at the admiral, who smiled slightly and gave Poe a little push in Finn's direction. Poe surrendered to the inevitable.
It wasn't until they were outside, heading down a path into the woods Poe had never actually traveled, that it occurred to him to ask. "Where are we going?"
Finn stopped, looking around the trees without meeting Poe's eyes. "Well, I'm not sure, that's why I brought you. Mina sent me out to gather Force berries."
Poe suppressed a wince, and wondered how he was going to explain it to Finn. "Oh. Well..."
"So I figure what we do is, we find the most poisonous thing that grows around here that won't kill us just by touching it," Finn went on, still looking around. "And then I can bring back a big armful and say, look! I found the Force berries! And they looked so tasty I ate a pound of 'em on my way back."
Poe was startled into an undiplomatic laugh, and Finn finally met his eyes, grinning. "Come on, man! You think we didn't have pranks?"
Poe shook his head, still laughing, full of so much pride and warmth and wanting--full of all the things he'd been trying so hard not to think about the last few hours. He couldn't hold it back anymore. He put both hands on Finn's shoulders and pressed a clumsy, hasty kiss to Finn's smiling mouth.
Finn went still under Poe's hands and lips, and Poe made himself be still too. He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking, Well, you had to tell him, you had to find out whether he wanted this.
But in that second while Poe was bracing himself to face the consequences, Finn's hands pressed against his sides, hot over his ribs and clinging. Finn's lips pushed back against his, returning the kiss even more clumsily than Poe had started it. Poe's heart was racing so frantically he had to pull back and look.
Finn was looking at him with something like wonder shining in his eyes. He didn't look confused at all, and Poe's mouth hung open, wondering if somehow it could be easy, if this was something Finn did know, just like he knew what it meant when someone sent you off on a made-up errand.
"That was--that was kissing, right?" Finn said. "I mean. Wow, that was a good kiss, Poe, I liked that. We should do that again. You wanna do that again?"
Yeah, Poe was not out of the woods yet.