Poe "Fite Me" Dameron (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
flightforfreedom) wrote2016-01-24 07:12 pm
flightforfreedom) wrote2016-01-24 07:12 pmA stupid post for stupid threads
don't look at me like that just tag me dammit
flightforfreedom) wrote2016-01-24 07:12 pm
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His expression soften, tea utterly forgotten between his hands.
"... Yeah." He said, the warmth in his voice unmistakable. "As long as it's what you want, Finn, I don't mind if the whole galaxy knows."
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He just smiled back for a long moment, no blushing or any hint of embarrassment or guilt. Just contentment. There'd be whistles and comments from the other pilots and his own troops, and that's fine. They'd be no investigations, no demands from up top it stop or it would be taken care of. If his old squadmates in the Order had any idea what the galaxy was like, outside of that horrific mindset...
He sipped his tea and relaxed in his chair.
"I want it."
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His chest - and his face, though he didn't know it - glowed. He hadn't thought Finn would disagree - they'd spent the last few weeks in close quarters - but there had always been a chance. Always been that slight edge that hinted that things might not be the same, when they got back on base. That all the words exchanged, though still felt, would stay here. Off duty.
So the smile widened into a grin, before he leaned around the table to steal a kiss.
"Perfect." He murmured. "I was afraid I was going to have to pitch a tent outside your door and wax on with terrible poetry."
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"That still an option?"
Damn, the idea of holding out doing something he wanted for greater reward hadn't come to mind. He'd have to put that piece of information away in the future. Even if it was just building up good behavior from the pilot, instead of over the top acts of...whatever that plan fell under.
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He stole another kiss before leaning back into his own chair, still grinning.
"Oh distant fateful star, whose light is all that guides, reflecting dimly in his eyes--" He really wasn't a poet, and he couldn't keep a straight face. "Something, something, you really should see him with his shirt off--"
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Finn burst out laughing, head tipping back as Poe finished with his grand shirt off line. Perfect man. Infuriating, stubborn, suicidal, and perfect man.
"Alright, alright. Stop before I start thinking about this too hard and realize how insane I really must be."
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"What? Have you seen your chest, lately? Pure poetry," Poe said, still grinning. He was sitting back, but he couldn't help the impulse to touch him, so he reached out and slid a hand over Finn's wrist.
"And 'pretty insane' is probably the answer you're looking for. By the way."
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"Sounds like an understatement."
Don't let him die alone. The smile doesn't falter, but he tugs the hand Poe has on his wrist up to him to place a kiss on the back of his hand. Very gentleman like, or so some of the terrible holovids involving pilots winning the lady fair had taught him in the past couple months.
"But I've been called worse. Guess I'll live."