This was the conclusion that Poe had come to, when he nearly walked into the fourth person that night. He wasn't sure why the suit was having this effect on him, other than that Finn just looked impossibly good in it. The yearning longing that he so often felt whenever Finn was in visual range was amplified, and his heart was pumping three times too fast every time he brushed by him.
Sure, 622 had given him basic permission to express his feelings outside their direct relationship, but he hadn't actually tried it, because every time he went to try to talk to Finn about it, his heart ended up a fluttering mess in his throat and he lost the ability to make coherent sentences about it. He was nervous. And he was nervous because of how much Finn meant to him - the idea of risking their friendship just because Poe wanted more felt weird and selfish. So he kept pushing it back. It was fine. Finn didn't seem to want to push for more, either, so this was-- this was messy, but it was fine.
Until tonight.
Poe peeled off at some point to force himself to breathe, stepping into what he thought was an empty bathroom and bending over the sink to run the water.
"Just calm down, Dameron," he muttered to himself. "Just because you've got feelings doesn't mean you have to bother him with them. Even if he - even he looks insanely good in that suit. And even if every time he smiles like that it makes your chest feel too small for your heart." He sighed and splashed some water on his face.
"Just - just calm down. What would a best friend do if he wasn't pining ridiculously? Just tell him he looks good and don't be weird about it. Maybe ask if he needs a snack? Go to the buffet? Fuck, you're an idiot, Poe, you're the biggest idiot this side of the galaxy."
Sexy Outfit AU
This was the conclusion that Poe had come to, when he nearly walked into the fourth person that night. He wasn't sure why the suit was having this effect on him, other than that Finn just looked impossibly good in it. The yearning longing that he so often felt whenever Finn was in visual range was amplified, and his heart was pumping three times too fast every time he brushed by him.
Sure, 622 had given him basic permission to express his feelings outside their direct relationship, but he hadn't actually tried it, because every time he went to try to talk to Finn about it, his heart ended up a fluttering mess in his throat and he lost the ability to make coherent sentences about it. He was nervous. And he was nervous because of how much Finn meant to him - the idea of risking their friendship just because Poe wanted more felt weird and selfish. So he kept pushing it back. It was fine. Finn didn't seem to want to push for more, either, so this was-- this was messy, but it was fine.
Until tonight.
Poe peeled off at some point to force himself to breathe, stepping into what he thought was an empty bathroom and bending over the sink to run the water.
"Just calm down, Dameron," he muttered to himself. "Just because you've got feelings doesn't mean you have to bother him with them. Even if he - even he looks insanely good in that suit. And even if every time he smiles like that it makes your chest feel too small for your heart." He sighed and splashed some water on his face.
"Just - just calm down. What would a best friend do if he wasn't pining ridiculously? Just tell him he looks good and don't be weird about it. Maybe ask if he needs a snack? Go to the buffet? Fuck, you're an idiot, Poe, you're the biggest idiot this side of the galaxy."