Poe could take a cue, on occasion, and between the gentle warning in his husband’s voice - (He could practically hear Finn saying ‘you’re going to scare her off, Poe’ ) - and the way she pulled away from him, he managed to take the hint. It wasn’t making the arousal any better, though. It was like getting a taste of something he’d been craving but then it being pulled from his mouth before he could swallow.

Damn it. Damn it.

“We don’t have any interest in doing anything you don’t want,” he forced himself to say, forcibly pulling himself away from her and laying back on the grass. Damn it.

He was too relieved that she was willing to stay to force the issue, though. He could be patient. Probably.

Might require Finn taking the edge off, later, though.

“You’ll get your memories back. I’m sure of it.” He finally remembered the flower in his hand, and reached out to slide it behind her ear before pulling his hand away.

Damn it, this was going to kill him.