"I don't think I could pry Finn from you if I tried, and I don't particularly want to try," He replied, a lopsided smile pulling at the edge of his lips. He didn't reach for Finn's hand but he did slide a leg in his direction, letting the man's finger tips brush his ankle.
"But I admit I would be... very interested in watching you make something. We don't tend to indulge in mortal food often on the surface. When we feast, we feast down here."
Sometimes there were souls involved? He decided not to mention that part.
He could feel that gentle curl of Rey's arousal in his gut, and a little relief slipped down his spine. She felt it too. She had to.
Finn felt her happiness and arousal, too, making his smile just that much wider. She was already so comfortable with them. Even if she didn't remember every detail, their Rey was with them now.
"You don't have to cook, but I'd love to learn from you if you want to. And-... Well, Poe isn't wrong. I also understand if you want a little time alone, though."
It would give them a chance to take Poe's edge off and talk about what he'd seen. He was still debating if he should mention it since it wasn't his to tell but... he had to.
Oh yes, she felt that, and felt it was starting to grow. It wouldn't be surprising to learn that Poe was a passionate lover. As much as he liked to rush things, he didn't rush love making, not unless the evening called for it. She'd get there soon enough. For now she was happy to simply be with them.
"I'd like that. I'm not a great cook, but I know what I'm doing--more or less. We could learn together." There were still a few things that she didn't know how to do, but it was all about experimenting and adding the right combination of flavors.
"I think some time alone would be fine. Shouldn't take more than hour to find what I'd need. If.." her gaze turned to Poe. "You wouldn't mind making the stairs for me to come and go." Because she honestly didn't know how she'd leave honestly. An hour for her to find what she'd need, and Poe could make time flow slowly here, enough time for him and Finn to do as they wished...
And fuck, her eyes drifted down to Poe's lips, wanting to feel them on her skin again. Fuck, damnit, bad mind! Bad Rey! She ducked her head slightly and began to climb out of bed to grab her clothes from her bag.
"I can make stairs for you whenever you wish," He replied, but he watched her gaze dip to his lips and he couldn't help but wet them when she did, his tongue running over his bottom lip. He felt a pulse of arousal down to his groin when he felt a spike of her own arousal. Torture. Torture? This was torture. It was delicious torture but still torture.
When she went past him, he reached out just enough to let his fingers graze over her thigh as she moved, almost as if by accident.
"We could, of course, just all stay here," He said, a little leisurely, the hint of a smile pulling at his lips. "Food can always wait."
Finn wasn't sure if Rey really wanted a moment alone but he wasn't about to overthink it either. Poe, however, was making his wants well-known, practically broadcasting the images straight to Finn's mind.
He scooted closer in the bed, pressing a kiss to Poe's warm neck. "I'm content with whatever my loves would like." But he was pretty certain pleasing at least one of his lovers was in his near future. "I'm eager to learn, yes, but we have all the time in eternity. At the same time, I want to do is whatever Rey would like me to do."
He knew what he was doing. He was being sneaky about it. Well, sneaky-ish? That touch wasn't accidental, not by the way his fingers brushing over her thigh. He wanted his hand to roam elsewhere. He wanted her to get aroused...especially by how he had ran his tongue over his lips--what else he could do with that tongue--!! NO!
And now Finn was joining him. It was conspiracy! Rey found herself looking at the pair, her hands in her duffel bag to grab her clothes and wondering what would happen if--!
Nope! Nope! She quickly turned her head away and found her cheeks were getting warm.
"I'd like you two to have time together. We can do things l-later." Damnit! She stuttered in the end. Poe was making her squirm and it was embarrassing. Fuck, no, no, calm down. Think Rey, think!
Giving up on changing, she picked up her bags and headed to the door that was--is? her room.
"I'll be in here. Take your time." And gods, let it be enough time for her to calm down.
He leaned back against Finn, almost leisurely, the warm kiss on his neck more reassuring than he’d like to admit. Mostly, though, he was pleased. She was getting flustered and it was reminding him of the first time they’re all met, their clumsy overtures at romance.
It was nostalgic.
“You’re welcome to join us whenever you wish,” he practically purred. He didn’t remind her that she’d requested stairs, mostly because he wanted her close. The closer it was, the clearer she’d feel the echoes of her husbands’ pleasure. Maybe that would be enough to convince her to give in?
"You're making her uncomfortable," Finn murmured once Rey vanished, a hint of a smile on his lips despite his warning. "I know you want her but... have patience, sweetheart. She wants you, too. Just give her time."
Now, debate. It wasn't like he really had time to give Poe everything he wanted while Rey was simply changing in her quarters. Though, she may take the time to look around and visit with her memories.
But, the problem, should he tell Poe now or-... Later. After the other was satisfied. And away from Rey.
He gently grabbed Poe's chin, turning his head towards him to take a deep but short kiss. "You'll get a taste soon."
"I'll, um, keep that in mind?" She admitted sheepishly, unsure of how the door to the room could open, but a soft enough of a push caused it to open slightly and Rey took the opportunity to head inside. The door promptly shut behind her, giving Poe and Finn privacy, though Rey could feel the echos of their own passions and desires. Enough to make her heart speed up, reminding her of a few nights she spent reading grocery store novels with horrible plots, but decent soft porn. Nights where her hand slipped between her legs to pleasure herself until she felt somewhat satisfied.
Could she...? No. Not right now. Not while she wanted to calm down and do her best to ignore them.
Instead, she took the opportunity to explore the room that was once hers. Shelves of different texts, filled to the brim, different stems and flowers in small vials, and a bed for her to enjoy. There was a small writing desk by a makeshift window, something to remind her of the surface world, and trunks filled with things.
A nostalgic feeling came over her, carefully going through the items that were hers eons ago...
When Finn and Poe were done, she'd know....or if they wanted her, they'd say so.
Mmm. Finn could argue about the grey areas included in the she liked it argument. Not to mention the pushing thing. He was definitely testing out his boundaries constantly. What if Rey just went off on him and they ended up hurting each other? Such a mess.
But Finn groaned a little to himself about where Poe's hand seemed to be traveling. "Not long enough for half of the things you're picturing right now, but I can try to take your edge off if you try to be good."
Rey seemed to want to give them privacy for this, after all. There'd be time enough, not to mention how they could warp it around themselves here... but he wasn't going to be apart from Rey that long. It'd have to be more than 24 hours, okay?
“I have been very good,” he pointed out, a low rumble to his voice as he shifted further into Finn’s lap, fingers baring a little dark skin at Finn’s hip and then slowly sliding beneath fabric.
“And we can’t even do a quarter of what I’m picturing, because I can’t stop picturing her. I’m being as good as I can, Finn, but I swear my blood starts boiling every time I touch her...”
Finn's hips rolled into Poe's touch, though he wasn't concerned about himself. He could weather a dry spell here and there. It was Poe that was incorrigible on a normal day. So his hands started to make quick work of his silk pants, dipping beneath fabric to run the heel of his hand along his cock.
"But she's here now. She's with us again. It's only a matter of time before we're entwined again. But Rey-... She's here now." A few short days ago, Finn was convinced as he had been for thousands of years that he'd never see his goddess again. Patience for sex was a small price for him just to lay eyes on her again.
Poe groaned, his cock was almost sore with how hard it had been, on and off, for so long. His own hand grasped Finn, taking him in hand and giving him a long, slow stroke. He’d never been good about sitting still and only being on the receiving end. He always got the most pleasure out of seeing his partners pleasured, first.
It occurred to him, suddenly, that maybe she could feel this. There was a time she could. If he made Finn come, would it ripple through Rey even when she couldn’t see them? The idea made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t mention it to Finn. Didn’t want the man to accuse him of trying to make her uncomfortable. But he could barely stop thinking about it. Would it make her heart race? Would she feel compelled to touch herself...?
“I know, I can barely believe it,” he whispered. “I keep thinking it’s a trick, or a dream - that we’ll lay with her and just as we enter her she disappears like sand on the wind.”
Finn groaned from Poe's touch, more surprised than he should have been that his husband was reciprocating. He tucked his face into his neck, panting while trying to stroke over his cock to make this go faster.
"Don't think like that," he gasped, pushing his hips up into Poe's grip. "She's here. She's not going anywhere. No one's going to hurt her again. He'll never take us from her again."
It wasn't sorrow or desperation that made the words so strained. It was anger, something that so rarely flared in Finn's chest, and an unhealthy hint of possession as well. Nothing would hurt Rey again so long as he lived.
... Finn already knew this or at least had the same theory. The dread he felt suddenly that it was being mentioned out in the open and given life was heavy in his stomach, similar to Poe's.
"No one knows she's here," he said quietly, something he'd already told himself. "She doesn't even remember before yet. We can keep close to her all the time now, too. We can keep her safe. Nothing's going to happen."
"We can't keep her safe if she wants us to live on the surface," He pointed out, his voice lowering to a hush. "Not if we don't even know where or when he might appear."
He wet his lips, all previous thoughts forgotten. He honestly hadn't even thought of it, before this moment - he wasn't exactly the man with the plan most of the time. But now that he was thinking of it, he could barely think of anything else.
"... Would Olympus know? Are any of them even still there?"
Finn shook his head, frustrated by this conversation. "We can check." That, at least, would calm them both.
"But Poe, we will protect her no matter where she is. If something happens, if we even see him, we can bring her back here in a heartbeat. She's not going to get hurt again. She can't."
“I’ll kill him if he lays a hand on her,” he growled darkly. He had managed to fully and completely turn his focus from pleasure to anger, and that streak of denial and lack of satisfaction just gave sharper edges to the feeling.
“I don’t even care if it takes me out, too. Not again. No one is taking her from us ever again.”
"None of us are going anywhere." His voice was low, dangerous, but calm. Sure. A world without either of his lovers would never exist again. They were together now and it was going to stay that way.
His hands gently found Poe's back, holding him firmly even if he wasn't pressed close. "We will stand up to him or we will run. No one is getting hurt again. No one's leaving the others behind. Understand?"
He made a low, frustrated sound, but didn’t argue. He loved Finn, and he loved Rey, and if he could ensure that they would be safe and happy - even without him - then he’d do it.
But he didn’t want to start a fight over it.
“I understand,” he finally said. He didn’t agree, but he understood.
Yeah, Finn caught that but he knew it was the best he'd ever get. Besides, he was being a bit hypocritical. If it came to the lives of either of his lovers, Finn would sacrifice himself in hardly a blink. But that was him, not Poe or Rey. Seemed like a distinction there...
But he also knew how much Rey's absence had hurt him and Poe. He'd never want either of them to feel that pain because of him.
Shaking the thoughts away, Finn pushed forward to kiss Poe deeply, as if it could very well be their last. But he slowly pulled away, trying to let that topic die. "Did you still want-...?"
The kiss helped, but only a little. There was a fire under Poe’s skin now, a low burning rage that would not be quenched. The kindling had been heaped over centuries and that tiny spark of concern was setting it ablaze.
What he needed now was war.
“I’m alright,” he murmured. “I can wait.” Even his most righteous anger had never withstood both Finn and Rey at once. He could wait, for her. He knew his husband was more interested in helping him than he was in anything himself, and Poe had always had trouble focusing purely on his own pleasure. Let alone in a situation like this.
But he pressed a hard kiss back to Finn’s lips before he stood up.
“We may as well prepare ourselves to see her world.”
"Enjoy her world," Finn quietly corrected, standing up as well. "We don't have to prepare for this. We'll guard her and still enjoy it." He wouldn't allow them to constantly live in fear and vigilance. Home was finally here again. They would enjoy it.
For now, though, he padded away before modern clothes appeared on his body again. "Rey?" Had she gotten caught up in her old room?
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"But I admit I would be... very interested in watching you make something. We don't tend to indulge in mortal food often on the surface. When we feast, we feast down here."
Sometimes there were souls involved? He decided not to mention that part.
He could feel that gentle curl of Rey's arousal in his gut, and a little relief slipped down his spine. She felt it too. She had to.
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"You don't have to cook, but I'd love to learn from you if you want to. And-... Well, Poe isn't wrong. I also understand if you want a little time alone, though."
It would give them a chance to take Poe's edge off and talk about what he'd seen. He was still debating if he should mention it since it wasn't his to tell but... he had to.
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"I'd like that. I'm not a great cook, but I know what I'm doing--more or less. We could learn together." There were still a few things that she didn't know how to do, but it was all about experimenting and adding the right combination of flavors.
"I think some time alone would be fine. Shouldn't take more than hour to find what I'd need. If.." her gaze turned to Poe. "You wouldn't mind making the stairs for me to come and go." Because she honestly didn't know how she'd leave honestly. An hour for her to find what she'd need, and Poe could make time flow slowly here, enough time for him and Finn to do as they wished...
And fuck, her eyes drifted down to Poe's lips, wanting to feel them on her skin again. Fuck, damnit, bad mind! Bad Rey! She ducked her head slightly and began to climb out of bed to grab her clothes from her bag.
"Whatever you two decide will be fine, honest!"
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When she went past him, he reached out just enough to let his fingers graze over her thigh as she moved, almost as if by accident.
"We could, of course, just all stay here," He said, a little leisurely, the hint of a smile pulling at his lips. "Food can always wait."
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He scooted closer in the bed, pressing a kiss to Poe's warm neck. "I'm content with whatever my loves would like." But he was pretty certain pleasing at least one of his lovers was in his near future. "I'm eager to learn, yes, but we have all the time in eternity. At the same time, I want to do is whatever Rey would like me to do."
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He knew what he was doing. He was being sneaky about it. Well, sneaky-ish? That touch wasn't accidental, not by the way his fingers brushing over her thigh. He wanted his hand to roam elsewhere. He wanted her to get aroused...especially by how he had ran his tongue over his lips--what else he could do with that tongue--!! NO!
And now Finn was joining him. It was conspiracy! Rey found herself looking at the pair, her hands in her duffel bag to grab her clothes and wondering what would happen if--!
Nope! Nope! She quickly turned her head away and found her cheeks were getting warm.
"I'd like you two to have time together. We can do things l-later." Damnit! She stuttered in the end. Poe was making her squirm and it was embarrassing. Fuck, no, no, calm down. Think Rey, think!
Giving up on changing, she picked up her bags and headed to the door that was--is? her room.
"I'll be in here. Take your time." And gods, let it be enough time for her to calm down.
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It was nostalgic.
“You’re welcome to join us whenever you wish,” he practically purred. He didn’t remind her that she’d requested stairs, mostly because he wanted her close. The closer it was, the clearer she’d feel the echoes of her husbands’ pleasure. Maybe that would be enough to convince her to give in?
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Now, debate. It wasn't like he really had time to give Poe everything he wanted while Rey was simply changing in her quarters. Though, she may take the time to look around and visit with her memories.
But, the problem, should he tell Poe now or-... Later. After the other was satisfied. And away from Rey.
He gently grabbed Poe's chin, turning his head towards him to take a deep but short kiss. "You'll get a taste soon."
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Could she...? No. Not right now. Not while she wanted to calm down and do her best to ignore them.
Instead, she took the opportunity to explore the room that was once hers. Shelves of different texts, filled to the brim, different stems and flowers in small vials, and a bed for her to enjoy. There was a small writing desk by a makeshift window, something to remind her of the surface world, and trunks filled with things.
A nostalgic feeling came over her, carefully going through the items that were hers eons ago...
When Finn and Poe were done, she'd know....or if they wanted her, they'd say so.
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He left out a soft groan into the kiss, but it was over far too quickly and then he was more ramped up than he had been before.
“How long do you think she’ll be?” He asked, sliding a hand down to Finn’s waist, tugging at the waistband of his pyjama bottoms.
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But Finn groaned a little to himself about where Poe's hand seemed to be traveling. "Not long enough for half of the things you're picturing right now, but I can try to take your edge off if you try to be good."
Rey seemed to want to give them privacy for this, after all. There'd be time enough, not to mention how they could warp it around themselves here... but he wasn't going to be apart from Rey that long. It'd have to be more than 24 hours, okay?
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“And we can’t even do a quarter of what I’m picturing, because I can’t stop picturing her. I’m being as good as I can, Finn, but I swear my blood starts boiling every time I touch her...”
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Finn's hips rolled into Poe's touch, though he wasn't concerned about himself. He could weather a dry spell here and there. It was Poe that was incorrigible on a normal day. So his hands started to make quick work of his silk pants, dipping beneath fabric to run the heel of his hand along his cock.
"But she's here now. She's with us again. It's only a matter of time before we're entwined again. But Rey-... She's here now." A few short days ago, Finn was convinced as he had been for thousands of years that he'd never see his goddess again. Patience for sex was a small price for him just to lay eyes on her again.
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It occurred to him, suddenly, that maybe she could feel this. There was a time she could. If he made Finn come, would it ripple through Rey even when she couldn’t see them? The idea made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t mention it to Finn. Didn’t want the man to accuse him of trying to make her uncomfortable. But he could barely stop thinking about it. Would it make her heart race? Would she feel compelled to touch herself...?
“I know, I can barely believe it,” he whispered. “I keep thinking it’s a trick, or a dream - that we’ll lay with her and just as we enter her she disappears like sand on the wind.”
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"Don't think like that," he gasped, pushing his hips up into Poe's grip. "She's here. She's not going anywhere. No one's going to hurt her again. He'll never take us from her again."
It wasn't sorrow or desperation that made the words so strained. It was anger, something that so rarely flared in Finn's chest, and an unhealthy hint of possession as well. Nothing would hurt Rey again so long as he lived.
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Everything suddenly halted as Poe felt his heart drop into his stomach, and he abruptly pulled back.
"Finn, if she was reborn--"
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"No one knows she's here," he said quietly, something he'd already told himself. "She doesn't even remember before yet. We can keep close to her all the time now, too. We can keep her safe. Nothing's going to happen."
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He wet his lips, all previous thoughts forgotten. He honestly hadn't even thought of it, before this moment - he wasn't exactly the man with the plan most of the time. But now that he was thinking of it, he could barely think of anything else.
"... Would Olympus know? Are any of them even still there?"
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"But Poe, we will protect her no matter where she is. If something happens, if we even see him, we can bring her back here in a heartbeat. She's not going to get hurt again. She can't."
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“I don’t even care if it takes me out, too. Not again. No one is taking her from us ever again.”
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His hands gently found Poe's back, holding him firmly even if he wasn't pressed close. "We will stand up to him or we will run. No one is getting hurt again. No one's leaving the others behind. Understand?"
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But he didn’t want to start a fight over it.
“I understand,” he finally said. He didn’t agree, but he understood.
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But he also knew how much Rey's absence had hurt him and Poe. He'd never want either of them to feel that pain because of him.
Shaking the thoughts away, Finn pushed forward to kiss Poe deeply, as if it could very well be their last. But he slowly pulled away, trying to let that topic die. "Did you still want-...?"
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What he needed now was war.
“I’m alright,” he murmured. “I can wait.” Even his most righteous anger had never withstood both Finn and Rey at once. He could wait, for her. He knew his husband was more interested in helping him than he was in anything himself, and Poe had always had trouble focusing purely on his own pleasure. Let alone in a situation like this.
But he pressed a hard kiss back to Finn’s lips before he stood up.
“We may as well prepare ourselves to see her world.”
And keep an eye out for Ares.
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For now, though, he padded away before modern clothes appeared on his body again. "Rey?" Had she gotten caught up in her old room?
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HI SORRY HELLO HI
<3 I MOVED AND I SOBBED SO MUCH
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