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Poe "Fite Me" Dameron ([personal profile] flightforfreedom) wrote2016-01-24 07:12 pm

A stupid post for stupid threads

don't look at me like that just tag me dammit
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[personal profile] freedomflighter 2016-04-15 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
And that was that. Finn kept his nails short, military habit, and it's a damn fine thing because otherwise Poe'd have ten bleeding marks along his back and ass. As it is, there's going to be bruises. And probably gossip tomorrow, considering the shout that's torn from Finn's throat as he collapses back into the bed.
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[personal profile] freedomflighter 2016-04-15 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Finn manages a half-disbelieving laugh, one hand barely managing to stroke slowly along Poe's back as they both catch their breath.

"That was...that's."

Perfect with words as always. He tilts his head back just a little bit more on the pillow, eyes close.

"There's that."
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[personal profile] freedomflighter 2016-04-15 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm. Ask again in an hour. Annoyed...it's not on the list right now."

Tired, content, happy, all those good things. Annoyed and sore and the rest would have to wait. Along with need to shower and eat. Requirements that didn't exist in this moment.

"Accomplished all your mission objectives?"
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[personal profile] freedomflighter 2016-04-15 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I-"

He wants to be as smooth and confident as the other man, as he's seen Poe be time and again. As he sometimes is, when they're already laughing and the words are flowing more easily. Right now? Not happening. So a quick reply about how he's more of a hands on learner when it comes to new assignments doesn't come out. It just sticks in his throat until he turns to press a kiss into Poe's hair.

"Uh. We can....manage something. Like that."
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[personal profile] freedomflighter 2016-04-15 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
They were going to be glued together in a not really pleasant way in an hour or so, but Finn's not going to mention it. They'd already had the shower and all, and his head was too full of the next mission to bother with the flaw in that logic.

As Poe snuggled in, his hand slid lower to move in a soft line between his shoulder blades, more than content to be the pillow for the night. Less movement would probably be for the best, anyway.

"How 'about, ah, until war ends? After Starkiller, seems way further away than stars getting put out."