Ah, there it was. That familiar feeling of his heart dropping into his
stomach - though it didn't break his smile. But there was the unnatural
stillness, the uncertain edge. That gentle voice somewhere in the back of
his mind: Shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answer to.
But it wasn't a real answer, and it didn't satisfy. His hand slipped lower,
pressed against Finn's sternum as he shifted his weight backward a little
so he could meet Finn's gaze.
"I think you underestimate my competitive streak," He said wryly, with a
smirk. But then the smirk faded slightly. Time to cut through the bullshit.
"Come on, Finn. You can talk to me."
He hadn't meant for it to come out that uncertain sounding, but he couldn't
help swallowing down the unsettled feeling in his stomach. So now here they
are.
He thinks he wants to stay. He knew he shouldn't, knew Poe probably knew
that too based on last time. But history showed he wasn't much good at
following what was smart when Poe wanted otherwise.
The tightness in his chest relaxed a little, reflecting in his expression.
"Yeah," He answered, honestly, his voice warm.
He knew it was a bad idea, too. Or at least, part of him knew. But there
was another part of him - a loud, newborn part of him - that wanted to
shoot anything in the universe that would keep him from Finn. That would
take on an entire fleet, single handed.
He wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.
He said it like it was simple, as easy as reaching up to pull Poe close enough to kiss again was.
In some ways, it was. He wasn't going to just shoot Poe down, not when he'd just gotten him back. Tomorrow would be a time for the rest. Like actually getting to the Starkiller base had been the time to figure out how to lower the shield. The people he cared about came first, dealing with the consequences of that fact came later.
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Ah, there it was. That familiar feeling of his heart dropping into his stomach - though it didn't break his smile. But there was the unnatural stillness, the uncertain edge. That gentle voice somewhere in the back of his mind: Shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answer to.
But it wasn't a real answer, and it didn't satisfy. His hand slipped lower, pressed against Finn's sternum as he shifted his weight backward a little so he could meet Finn's gaze.
"I think you underestimate my competitive streak," He said wryly, with a smirk. But then the smirk faded slightly. Time to cut through the bullshit. "Come on, Finn. You can talk to me."
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"You want me to stay?"
He hadn't meant for it to come out that uncertain sounding, but he couldn't help swallowing down the unsettled feeling in his stomach. So now here they are.
He thinks he wants to stay. He knew he shouldn't, knew Poe probably knew that too based on last time. But history showed he wasn't much good at following what was smart when Poe wanted otherwise.
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The tightness in his chest relaxed a little, reflecting in his expression.
"Yeah," He answered, honestly, his voice warm.
He knew it was a bad idea, too. Or at least, part of him knew. But there was another part of him - a loud, newborn part of him - that wanted to shoot anything in the universe that would keep him from Finn. That would take on an entire fleet, single handed.
He wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.
"I want you to stay."
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He said it like it was simple, as easy as reaching up to pull Poe close enough to kiss again was.
In some ways, it was. He wasn't going to just shoot Poe down, not when he'd just gotten him back. Tomorrow would be a time for the rest. Like actually getting to the Starkiller base had been the time to figure out how to lower the shield. The people he cared about came first, dealing with the consequences of that fact came later.