[ At this point, Finn's feeling so many things that it's difficult for him to parse through them all, which means he doesn't necessarily know what's trickling over to Poe through the bond they share — but at the same time, it feels comfortable, calm, maybe a little anticipatory. Or maybe that's just him feeling what Poe's feeling on his end, that confidence permeating through the bond until it starts to affect him too, make him feel more at ease, make him want to be bolder.
That, or Poe could just be saying all the right things to help him here, because his thoughts are racing with the possibilities of what could change and what might have already now that they're not just talking about more but planning on doing it too, taking things in a decisive next step rather than simply waking up next to each other with arms and legs entwined — which is something that Poe doesn't even remember them doing before.
Regardless, this is all new, so new he's not even sure where to start, but Poe seems to have an idea, and Finn feels like his breath stops altogether when the other man reaches out to touch him, thumb trailing along his jaw in a way that makes his mouth run dry. ]
I know. You — you're always mine, too. Not — not mine like that, but... you know what I mean.
[ He swallows down a nervous chuckle, glancing at their shared grasp again, but then he's turned his head just enough so that he can lower his chin, pressing his mouth against the pad of Poe's thumb before he can second-guess himself. ]
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That, or Poe could just be saying all the right things to help him here, because his thoughts are racing with the possibilities of what could change and what might have already now that they're not just talking about more but planning on doing it too, taking things in a decisive next step rather than simply waking up next to each other with arms and legs entwined — which is something that Poe doesn't even remember them doing before.
Regardless, this is all new, so new he's not even sure where to start, but Poe seems to have an idea, and Finn feels like his breath stops altogether when the other man reaches out to touch him, thumb trailing along his jaw in a way that makes his mouth run dry. ]
I know. You — you're always mine, too. Not — not mine like that, but... you know what I mean.
[ He swallows down a nervous chuckle, glancing at their shared grasp again, but then he's turned his head just enough so that he can lower his chin, pressing his mouth against the pad of Poe's thumb before he can second-guess himself. ]