Great. Now he had to figure out how to get his lovers to the moon. He couldn't very well see the look on Rey's face and not take them to the moon, now could he??

She drew his hand to her lips and Poe felt his heart do a little lip, drawing closer as if incapable of escaping her gravity well. Gods, but he wanted to kiss her. He was so close - his lips parting slightly - but then he remembered the whole slow command and he stopped himself, tilting his chin so that instead his forehead just lightly bumped into the side of her head and then stayed there. He was so close that his breath was on her skin, but he resisted the urge to press his lips to it. It was intoxicating, being this close, and almost painfully bittersweet how badly he wanted to hold her and how much he had to hold himself back.

It only got worse.

I only need you two, she said, echoing words he'd said thousands of years ago without even realising it. When they were afraid that their union might bring the wrath of the other gods - that there might be 'rescues' to the underworld to come and bring Rey back to the light. He'd declared that it didn't matter - that if anyone tried to separate them, he'd burn the whole underworld to ash around them. That as long as they had each other, he would be whole.

And then she'd been torn from them.

He barely heard the talk about cell phones - though he vaguely knew what those were - he only came back out of his thoughts when she mentioned a tour.

Yes. Tour. Maybe she'd gain back more memories. Maybe then she'd want to be one with them again.

"Yes," he said, his voice strangely thick. "I'm still willing."