[ Poe can only imagine how excited Finn must be to tell Rey everything, he has no idea exactly what Finn said, or didn't say to her before, but he is confident that it'll work out. Maybe he can't explain exactly why, it could just be that he's swept up in Finn's excitement and elation at everything settling into place, Finn does know Rey a lot better than he does, but he's not worried. Especially not now, after he's had some very intimate time with Rey himself, and that had been enlightening in a few ways, to say the least, none of which make him think that jealousy might linger in between any of them.
Still, he won't apologize for pulling Finn into one soft, lingering kiss after another, or for how those kisses wind into ones with even more heat, since each one leaves him wanting more. He can't help it. As much as this is about all three of them, it's about the two of them too, and just how much they've left unspoken over the past month or so since they tumbled into bed together that very first night. A lot of that is his fault, and he knows it. He was avoiding it, even when everything he might have asked, everything he might have said was always there all long.\
It's been there for a while. Longer than it took to tell Finn that he wanted him, in no uncertain terms. ]
Soon. [ It has the tone of a promise, even while his back has finally bumped into something solid, the doorframe leading back toward the office, in this case, as his hands slide down Finn's back and tug him in even closer, close enough that he can feel even more of the warmth gathering between them. The fact that Finn's sweaty and smudged is far from a problem. ] It's just...
[ As he licks his lips, tilting his head to regard Finn's face again, it's almost as if doing it for the first time even though he's learned every curve of it by heart. He knows those eyes, that voice, the smile. The way Finn's said his name, in so many different ways, but most fondly in how it's been whispered between them, like it's a secret that no one else knows. He reaches up with one hand, wiping away a smudge that's been smeared across Finn's jaw.
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Still, he won't apologize for pulling Finn into one soft, lingering kiss after another, or for how those kisses wind into ones with even more heat, since each one leaves him wanting more. He can't help it. As much as this is about all three of them, it's about the two of them too, and just how much they've left unspoken over the past month or so since they tumbled into bed together that very first night. A lot of that is his fault, and he knows it. He was avoiding it, even when everything he might have asked, everything he might have said was always there all long.\
It's been there for a while. Longer than it took to tell Finn that he wanted him, in no uncertain terms. ]
Soon. [ It has the tone of a promise, even while his back has finally bumped into something solid, the doorframe leading back toward the office, in this case, as his hands slide down Finn's back and tug him in even closer, close enough that he can feel even more of the warmth gathering between them. The fact that Finn's sweaty and smudged is far from a problem. ] It's just...
[ As he licks his lips, tilting his head to regard Finn's face again, it's almost as if doing it for the first time even though he's learned every curve of it by heart. He knows those eyes, that voice, the smile. The way Finn's said his name, in so many different ways, but most fondly in how it's been whispered between them, like it's a secret that no one else knows. He reaches up with one hand, wiping away a smudge that's been smeared across Finn's jaw.
It's "just" so many things. ]
I've never felt like this about anyone before.