That was the only real description for it. His emotions were haywire and contradictory, and he had way, way too much energy all tied up in his chest. He couldn't decide if he never wanted to leave Finn's side again or if he couldn't bear to be anywhere near him. Things weren't supposed to work like this. Things were supposed to end - whether amicably or badly wasn't really the point. Relationships weren't supposed to be in full swing and then just vanish.
And be forgotten.
The problem was that he couldn't forget, as much as he tried. As much as he kept chastising his own heart for the way it skipped a beat every time Finn turned his head in a certain way, the muscle straining. Or every time he caught himself looking at those lips that were altogether too familiar and completely alien at once.
He had decided not to say anything - at least for now - but it hadn't even been a full day and Poe was at the end of his rope, his mind churning in circles. So as he walked Finn to the man's new unit, he felt his pulse start to race. It was as if his body had decided what to do even before his head got the memo. So even after he'd said goodnight and nearly turned away, Poe's hand was suddenly reaching out and grasping Finn's sleeve.
"Sorry," he mumbled, pulling Finn a little closer. "You can punch me after but I can't--"
Whatever the end to that sentence may have been, it was lost as Poe surged forward, pressing a hard, desperate kiss to Finn's lips.
MoM AU First Night
That was the only real description for it. His emotions were haywire and contradictory, and he had way, way too much energy all tied up in his chest. He couldn't decide if he never wanted to leave Finn's side again or if he couldn't bear to be anywhere near him. Things weren't supposed to work like this. Things were supposed to end - whether amicably or badly wasn't really the point. Relationships weren't supposed to be in full swing and then just vanish.
And be forgotten.
The problem was that he couldn't forget, as much as he tried. As much as he kept chastising his own heart for the way it skipped a beat every time Finn turned his head in a certain way, the muscle straining. Or every time he caught himself looking at those lips that were altogether too familiar and completely alien at once.
He had decided not to say anything - at least for now - but it hadn't even been a full day and Poe was at the end of his rope, his mind churning in circles. So as he walked Finn to the man's new unit, he felt his pulse start to race. It was as if his body had decided what to do even before his head got the memo. So even after he'd said goodnight and nearly turned away, Poe's hand was suddenly reaching out and grasping Finn's sleeve.
"Sorry," he mumbled, pulling Finn a little closer. "You can punch me after but I can't--"
Whatever the end to that sentence may have been, it was lost as Poe surged forward, pressing a hard, desperate kiss to Finn's lips.