[ Oh. He's pretty sure he didn't take that one himself, let alone send it to anyone, but it's a flattering angle. And he can't say that he minds Finn looking at it. ]
Nothing you haven't seen before, right?
[ What's a little occasional, incidental nudity between friends and comrades? ]
When they're already close, yeah. Or if they want to be. Especially if it's a long distance thing, it's just another way to get in some quality time together.
[ He doesn't have to explain what 'quality time' means in this context, does he? ]
[ his brain just screeched to a halt because he doesn't know how poe got that from what he'd said, but thinking about it now... is that what he's saying? ]
[ Which sounds a lot like a dodge of an answer, but he doesn't want to make this awkward by taking it too seriously. He can imagine Finn going along with a lot just because he wanted to, and while that should be fine he just... can't be as casual with it as he's been with other people. ]
[ that's not a no either, he's just... surprised. surprised that this is happening so quickly and moving in a very specific direction and it feels like his thoughts are a whirlwind and he's just trying to keep up. which isn't to say he doesn't want to, more that he might be in need of some handholding here. ]
[ Now that he thinks about it, it's possible that some mixed signals are his fault. It's just been difficult coming in after someone else, and never knowing exactly where anyone's remembering him or, essentially, someone else. Usually he doesn't think about it too much and it works well enough, but it's one thing to casually flirt with someone new and something else altogether with Finn. ]
Honestly? Whenever you want to. I'm never too busy for you.
[ he doesn't leave any fault with poe for this; it's kind of like they've been starting over in more ways than one, and obviously he can't predict what's going to happen between the two of them now. then again, all he has to look back on are a handful of makeouts and one very nice morning cuddle, so it's not like anything else would be treading into previously explored territory.
but maybe... maybe he should go for this, before he loses his nerve. ]
Are you still in your bunk?
[ it suddenly occurs to him that this might be something they don't have complete privacy for, at least not on the ship. ]
Obviously someone might walk in on us, but there's nobody else around right now.
[ He's not all that concerned, since even if someone were to walk in, of the people who share the room he doubts that any would bother them, regardless of what they might get up to. Maybe it's not ideal, but its private enough for him honestly and he can't think of anywhere he'd rather do this given their options here. ]
[ part of him wishes there was a way to set up curtains or something, make it so that even if someone were to walk into the room, they would be mostly shielded from view — but he knows that this might be the best he can hope for in terms of anything resembling privacy. now he really is kicking himself for not having swiped one of those solo quarters when he had the chance. ]
Okay.
Stay where you are. I'm on my way.
[ he sends the message almost before he can talk himself out of it, and then he might be a little longer than that because he needs to give himself a few minutes to freak out about it, but eventually he does make his way through the ship, the short distance it takes him. he doesn't even need to knock; the door to poe's shared quarters hisses open and finn walks in cautiously, trying not to look like he's here to do exactly what they've just talked about. ]
[ Poe figured that this would be awkward in person. Honestly he's kind of feeling it too, despite having had plenty of experience with these things, often in very similar circumstances where he pulled someone into a conveniently empty bunk to sneak in some kisses or more before anyone found them. It's just not the same with Finn, not least of all because they're more than just friends and fellow soldiers. There's a bond between them, and also with Rey, that isn't quite like anything Poe's had before. And if it's new for him it's even more so for both of the others. Finn never had a chance to explore anything like this before.
At least before he landed with the Resistance, and now here on this ship, which is all still relatively new.
Poe's sitting up in his bunk, casually scrolling through a data pad when the door slides open. He greets Finn with a smile, and if he's feeling any weird, fluttering sensations in the general vicinity of his stomach, he's not showing it.
Of course that won't hold up to direct touch thanks to the nanites, but that's not a problem yet. ]
Hey.
[ He slides over a little further on the bunk, despite there being plenty of room already, pointedly leaving even more for Finn to sit beside him. Casual, right? ]
I was about to ask if you got lost on the way over.
[ The smile is familiar, no doubt, but it's been admittedly a lot rarer than it used to be. Things back with the Resistance have been tense, to say the least. ]
[ It might become very clear sooner rather than later that Finn has absolutely no idea what he's doing when it comes to... this, the possibility of intimacy with anyone. It's not even necessarily that it might be with Poe specifically, because the nerves would be present if it were Rey too, most of his self-consciousness dredged up in the fact that he's never done anything more than kiss either one of them before. Of course, he has very concrete memories of sharing a bed with Poe, not just on the Sarano world but on the ice planet before it — even if Poe doesn't remember that one, the morning he'd woken up with the other man's arms around him and they'd fallen into an exchange of lazy kisses that hadn't managed to build up into anything more. But he'd felt it then, the heat that had kindled low in his belly; it's the same heat he had felt looking at that image that had been sent to him, however inadvertently. He doesn't really know what to do with that, but the fact that it keeps happening is probably significant somehow.
He comes into the room, glancing around at the other bunks — empty right now, though that might not stay true depending on the time — and shuffles forward, his hands jammed in the pockets of his Danae-issued jumpsuit even though he's wearing a t-shirt on top with most of the jumpsuit hanging from his hips, long sleeves tied around his waist. ]
No, no, I'm... I knew where to go.
[ He looks at that open spot for a second and then drops down with a soft groan of effort, although he tries to keep to his own space so he's not necessarily encroaching on Poe's too much. Easier thought than done, though, when they're in a bunk that isn't really built for sleeping more than once person comfortably. ]
I don't have to keep what you sent me, you know. If you want me to erase it.
[ Poe's almost forgotten what it was like with someone who had literally never gone farther than a few stolen kisses of varying degrees of innocence. He was a fumbling but eager teenager himself once though, what feels like a lifetime ago, and he recognizes the kind of nervous fidgeting. There's differences too, just in that where he often threw himself into the unknown, confident in his ability to figure it out as he goes Finn is more cautious, always gentle in a way that most people never would have expected from a former stormtrooper. Poe wouldn't have either if he didn't know the man as well as he does. They've been through too much together for either of them to have hidden much at this point, even if they cared to.
Which is why this is both more and less complicated. That's new for him too, it's been a long time since he was intimate with someone he shared more than an easy friendship with, and maybe he's never gone that far with someone he felt such a deep bond with already. That's not to say that he hasn't felt things for people before, even his casual flings have some feelings attached to them, but this is different. Finn has to know that too, since given what he's heard about the way things go on this ship, it would be hard to stay naive about what people are doing with each other. Whether or not he decided to join in.
He waits until Finn's settled, and once he has there's definitely no space between them, since he's just going to nudge his shoulder lightly into Finn's, just something gentle and friendly to hopefully break the tension. ]
Like I said, it's fine. You should keep it as long as you want it. [ He wouldn't mind if anyone he was friendly with had it, but that's not the point. ] You don't have to just to avoid hurting my feelings. I'd get over it eventually.
[ That's not to say he hasn't been tempted, or at least curious; he's also not so sheltered that he doesn't know what happens on this ship sometimes, especially since his own bunk is pretty close to others and late at night, certain sounds can only usually ever mean one thing is going on, but he doesn't want it to be just something casual, built around the physical. Maybe that's why he's waited as long as he has, because for him, there are only two people he's ever seriously thought about doing that with, and one of them is sitting up in the bed next to him right now.
But this is different, something he doesn't want to rush into but at the same time, there's a rightness in it, and it's starting to provide context for all of the things he's been feeling since he first got on this ship. Obviously he doesn't expect all of the same from Poe either, since he didn't experience all of the same events, but maybe Finn's daring to let himself hope that that doesn't matter, especially now that he's here and Poe's signaled that he wants this to happen too. ]
What? No.
[ He shakes his head, manages a scoff, air through pursed lips, and then realizes his arms are folded across his chest before relaxing them, dropping his hands down — which means that his hand ends up resting on top of Poe's, that direct touch enough to activate the empathy bond, and Finn almost pulls away before he realizes this is what he wants to feel too, that reassurance. His own emotions are complicated — there's nervousness, sure, based in the fact that he doesn't know what he's doing and doesn't want to be disappointing, but there's also interest, admiration, attraction. It all threads through where they touch, and Finn glances down as he slowly, carefully interlocks their fingers, palm pressing against Poe's knuckles. ]
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Hey, so I think you might have sent me something by mistake.
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[ Oh. He's pretty sure he didn't take that one himself, let alone send it to anyone, but it's a flattering angle. And he can't say that he minds Finn looking at it. ]
Nothing you haven't seen before, right?
[ What's a little occasional, incidental nudity between friends and comrades? ]
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[ there's no real easy way for him to explain himself and he's still trying to ignore the temptation to look back at that image again. ]
But it's one thing if you actually wanted me to see that.
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If you were waiting on my official permission to look consider it granted.
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Is this something people do? Send each other pictures like that?
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[ He doesn't have to explain what 'quality time' means in this context, does he? ]
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[ he almost doesn't have the heart to point out now that technically, they're on the same ship. ]
Well, technically, we're on the same ship. [ never mind. ]
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[ Well. ]
Is this a roundabout way of saying that you'd like to do that with me?
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[ his brain just screeched to a halt because he doesn't know how poe got that from what he'd said, but thinking about it now... is that what he's saying? ]
I don't know. Do you want to do that? Together?
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If you wanted to.
[ Which sounds a lot like a dodge of an answer, but he doesn't want to make this awkward by taking it too seriously. He can imagine Finn going along with a lot just because he wanted to, and while that should be fine he just... can't be as casual with it as he's been with other people. ]
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[ he actually does take a steeling breath before sending the next part of this. ]
we could just do it in person.
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Do what in person? Observe naked bodies?
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[ only now he's starting to backpedal in his mind and wondering if he shouldn't have suggested that. ]
It wouldn't be just anyone.
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[ But he wanted to be sure? He's trying not to get ahead of himself. ]
You just want to look?
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[ maybe he can be honest about that, at least, even if he wouldn't know how to touch very specifically yet. ]
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And there's the fact that they've only gotten closer every day since they met. ]
That's fine with me.
We could do that now, if you're not busy.
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As in right now?
[ that's not a no either, he's just... surprised. surprised that this is happening so quickly and moving in a very specific direction and it feels like his thoughts are a whirlwind and he's just trying to keep up. which isn't to say he doesn't want to, more that he might be in need of some handholding here. ]
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Honestly? Whenever you want to. I'm never too busy for you.
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but maybe... maybe he should go for this, before he loses his nerve. ]
Are you still in your bunk?
[ it suddenly occurs to him that this might be something they don't have complete privacy for, at least not on the ship. ]
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Obviously someone might walk in on us, but there's nobody else around right now.
[ He's not all that concerned, since even if someone were to walk in, of the people who share the room he doubts that any would bother them, regardless of what they might get up to. Maybe it's not ideal, but its private enough for him honestly and he can't think of anywhere he'd rather do this given their options here. ]
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Okay.
Stay where you are. I'm on my way.
[ he sends the message almost before he can talk himself out of it, and then he might be a little longer than that because he needs to give himself a few minutes to freak out about it, but eventually he does make his way through the ship, the short distance it takes him. he doesn't even need to knock; the door to poe's shared quarters hisses open and finn walks in cautiously, trying not to look like he's here to do exactly what they've just talked about. ]
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At least before he landed with the Resistance, and now here on this ship, which is all still relatively new.
Poe's sitting up in his bunk, casually scrolling through a data pad when the door slides open. He greets Finn with a smile, and if he's feeling any weird, fluttering sensations in the general vicinity of his stomach, he's not showing it.
Of course that won't hold up to direct touch thanks to the nanites, but that's not a problem yet. ]
Hey.
[ He slides over a little further on the bunk, despite there being plenty of room already, pointedly leaving even more for Finn to sit beside him. Casual, right? ]
I was about to ask if you got lost on the way over.
[ The smile is familiar, no doubt, but it's been admittedly a lot rarer than it used to be. Things back with the Resistance have been tense, to say the least. ]
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He comes into the room, glancing around at the other bunks — empty right now, though that might not stay true depending on the time — and shuffles forward, his hands jammed in the pockets of his Danae-issued jumpsuit even though he's wearing a t-shirt on top with most of the jumpsuit hanging from his hips, long sleeves tied around his waist. ]
No, no, I'm... I knew where to go.
[ He looks at that open spot for a second and then drops down with a soft groan of effort, although he tries to keep to his own space so he's not necessarily encroaching on Poe's too much. Easier thought than done, though, when they're in a bunk that isn't really built for sleeping more than once person comfortably. ]
I don't have to keep what you sent me, you know. If you want me to erase it.
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Which is why this is both more and less complicated. That's new for him too, it's been a long time since he was intimate with someone he shared more than an easy friendship with, and maybe he's never gone that far with someone he felt such a deep bond with already. That's not to say that he hasn't felt things for people before, even his casual flings have some feelings attached to them, but this is different. Finn has to know that too, since given what he's heard about the way things go on this ship, it would be hard to stay naive about what people are doing with each other. Whether or not he decided to join in.
He waits until Finn's settled, and once he has there's definitely no space between them, since he's just going to nudge his shoulder lightly into Finn's, just something gentle and friendly to hopefully break the tension. ]
Like I said, it's fine. You should keep it as long as you want it. [ He wouldn't mind if anyone he was friendly with had it, but that's not the point. ] You don't have to just to avoid hurting my feelings. I'd get over it eventually.
[ But, more seriously — ]
This isn't too much, is it?
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But this is different, something he doesn't want to rush into but at the same time, there's a rightness in it, and it's starting to provide context for all of the things he's been feeling since he first got on this ship. Obviously he doesn't expect all of the same from Poe either, since he didn't experience all of the same events, but maybe Finn's daring to let himself hope that that doesn't matter, especially now that he's here and Poe's signaled that he wants this to happen too. ]
What? No.
[ He shakes his head, manages a scoff, air through pursed lips, and then realizes his arms are folded across his chest before relaxing them, dropping his hands down — which means that his hand ends up resting on top of Poe's, that direct touch enough to activate the empathy bond, and Finn almost pulls away before he realizes this is what he wants to feel too, that reassurance. His own emotions are complicated — there's nervousness, sure, based in the fact that he doesn't know what he's doing and doesn't want to be disappointing, but there's also interest, admiration, attraction. It all threads through where they touch, and Finn glances down as he slowly, carefully interlocks their fingers, palm pressing against Poe's knuckles. ]
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