flightforfreedom: (silhouette)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-17 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It was, well, a mess. But Poe hadn’t actually looked yet, he head rolled back against the arm rest of the couch, eyes closed in perfect ecstasy. His fingers aimlessly brushed through Finn’s short hair, nails dragging, and he relaxed with a sigh as Finn climbed up his body.

He wrapped an arm loosely around Finn’s waist and pulled him in against him, taking a deep (if clumsy) kiss when he was close enough.
flightforfreedom: (bro)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-17 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe shifted to try to make more space, utterly exhausted and with every bone in his body feeling like liquid.

He chuckled when Finn spoke, ducking his head to press a clumsy kiss to the man’s forehead.

“If you don’t already know the answer to that, I’m not sure what I could possibly say to answer it more clearly,” he teased, low and quiet.
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[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-17 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
“Me too,” he murmured gently, laying still until he could feel Finn’s breathing slow, his heavy weight pressed warm and still against his side. Only then did Poe turn his head to look at the carnage. Wincing, he carefully - as quietly as he could and moving as little as he could manage - gestured to the mess, moving one object at a time back into its (mostly) proper place. That picture frame was toast forever, now, but otherwise he’d at least managed not to break anything.

Satisfied, he looped that arm gently around Finn, closed his eyes, and drifted off into a warm and dreamless sleep.
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[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-17 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe was making breakfast - eggs and bacon - and though he hadn’t said anything, the fact that he was nervous was probably apparent in just how quiet and focused he had gotten. He was spinning a spoon around in the air while he cooked, but he’d dropped it several times.

“I dunno,” he said wryly, flashing Finn a smirk. “I think we’re going to just have to keep practicing until I get the hang of it.”
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[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-18 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
“You have a very good point, Finn,” he murmured, smiling despite himself as nearly dropped the spoon again. He caught it out of the air before it fell.

He turned his head to smirk back at him.

“Were you hoping for a little practice along with your breakfast?”
flightforfreedom: (let me get this straight)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-19 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
He let out a breath, even the gentle kiss at his ear enough to make the spoon waver. He grabbed it out of the air.

“Well, keeping a piece of bacon from slapping you is pretty good incentive to pay attention,” he pointed out with a smirk. “But I guess I can understand if you wanted to eat it rather than chase after it.” He half turned in Finn’s arms, looping an arm around the man’s waist as he quickly leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Have to admit it would be a shame, though...”
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[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-19 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
It was hard to stay moody, with Finn looking at him like that. He was pretty sure that smile could distract anyone.

“I would have put it a little differently, maybe, but that about sums it up.” He smiled a little against Finn’s lips before he stole another kiss. He could hear the bacon sizzling behind him, but it could stand to wait a couple of minutes while if cooked anyway.

“Can you really blame me?” He asked, his voice softening. “I think I’d choose being with you over just about anything.”
flightforfreedom: (wtf)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-20 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
Poe felt a surge of protectiveness run through him at Finn’s honest surprise. No. That was wrong. Finn should have heard a hundred thousand sweeter things, should have always felt loved, always felt—

But then he was very effectively distracted, groaning a little into the kiss and leaning back to grip the counter to steady himself. God, Finn’s kisses made him weak in the knees...
flightforfreedom: (swipe right)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-05-20 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe let out a curse, immediately turning his attention to the bacon, waving a strip of it up into the air and then down onto a plate.

“Well, if the bacon’s burned anyway, I don’t see why we can’t entertain ourselves otherwise in the meantime...” He took the pan off the fire and turned off the stove.