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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"If I only get to pick based on who's gonna live the longest? I'm taking BB-8. That guy's invisible."
It was a surreal feeling, being the one making off hand comments in a conversation with Poe. But Poe was just so certain that, instead of breaking his heart like Finn had the vague feeling a real person might respond to, Poe's argument just made the man...irresistible. Perfect, the way he'd always been. For being a selfish, self-sacrificing moron to make up for Finn being a selfish, blind idiot.
"Out of the three of us, Poe, the foot soldier dies first. Until then, just let me live a little. How I want to."
With you. He didn't say it, but he hoped it was at least implied by the kiss he pressed to Poe's forehead.
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He couldn't help it, the snorting laugh taking him before he could stop it, even though the jerking motion just made everything else feel worse.
Then Finn kept speaking and all of Poe's carefully built defenses broke. He had absolutely no argument, for that. Absolutely none. How could he possibly deny that request?
His eyes closed as Finn's lips met his forehead.
"... How am I supposed to argue that," He complained, a small, wry smile coming to his lips, but it was warm. Warm, and fond.
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"You don't."
Easy enough. After the unexpected difficulty in talking Poe into maybe giving him another chance, Finn decides against trying to absolutely confirm. He was considering them good, and if he didn't ask Poe didn't have a new way to try and twist out of it. Perfect plan.
Rey would be a whole different issue for a whole different time.
"What you do is accept you're grounded for the next month, at least."
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Were his eyes wet? Definitely not. Certainly not. He wasn't getting misty while smiling up at Finn, gripping his hand tightly.
"Yes, sir," He replied, hoarse and slightly sarcastic, but fond. Always fond.
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"Finally."
What he wanted to do was just curl up around Poe, fall into their normal position of sleeping on the couch after a 'teaching Finn about important media' marathon. But there were the damn wires and injuries and all the other things he hated, yet on some level had to appreciate because they'd finally shaken him awake. Maybe he'd have to step back from leadership roles for a while, but the General might just understand. Of anything, she understood being emotionally compromised during the mission. They'd adjust, work through it. Instead of just turning and running because it was more difficult than he'd thought it should be.
So in the end he leaned in for one soft, chaste, actual kiss, then returned to his chair. After pulling it close enough he could keep one hand around Poe's and a leg tossed up onto the bed, of course.
"Maybe you'll listen to me every once in a while now."
He grinned as he said it, all affection. Of course Poe did listen to him- too well in the case. Finn was just usually all to eager to give in to Poe's argument instead.