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?
Rey some how managed to stop feeling....aroused by her lovers. Whether that was because she figured out how to control it, or that Finn and Poe weren’t in the mood, was beyond her. No, she found herself retracing her steps, exploring the room she once had. A room she spent a lot of time in, examining her old writing desk, shelves with scrolls or books...
And tucked between a few books were old letters she left for Poe and Finn. Words of love to make them smile or laugh....was it weird she could vaguely recall the swipes and swirls of her quilt on the parchment.
They never stepped in her room. Not since she died. They didn’t find her notes to keep their spirits up. Fuck, she felt so guilty for it. Granted, it wasn’t her fault but...they needed these letters. Just as she needed them when she was younger.
“Come in,” She murmured, and a second later the door opened, showing her in her pajamas still, and looking lost. Slowly she turned to them, holding out the letters she had written ages ago.
By the time Rey emerged, Poe was in his modern clothing again, complete with black skinny jeans.
He frowned as she approached, still in her pyjamas and holding out scrolls to them. He felt his stomach drop. He hadn’t been able to go into that room at all. If Rey had left them something and he’d missed it—
He stepped forward, carefully, and took the one she was holding out to him, his expression a little confused and wary.
Finn froze when he realized something was wrong. Rey was still dressed in her sleep clothes and she... looked distraught. Before he could ask, she was holding two familiar sights. Notes to them. She wrote them all the time before she would leave, scatter them about the underworld for Finn and Poe to find.
But he'd never seen these. Like Poe, he couldn't dare step foot into her room after she had gone.
He reached out and seemed indecisive for a moment before gently taking his from her hand. "You left these? Before?" Could he bring himself to read it now? Could he do that to himself? To either of them?
Rey should have changed into different clothes, but she had gotten caught up in the emotion and sense of the room she once had. Buts and pieces had come back to her, and honestly, she was surprised to have something addressed to both of them. It felt like she had failed them, somehow. She had failed in returning, or by not giving them something when they needed it the most.
“Yes, I had...I wrote them for you, wrote them and wanted you to come find them...” she could picture it, Finn or Finn and Poe, wandering into her room, laying on her smallish bed, finding some comfort in her absence and find a note for them...
But it never happened.
She looked down for a moment, taking in a deep breath to steady her emotions.
For Finn, it was short and sweet, encouraging him to climb up the willow tree left in the garden, just so they could do it together as they had done before. Soft words and reassurances of how much she loved him.
For Poe, the tone was more playful, asking if she could sit in his meetings, on his lap no less, just to get him to smile. More words of love and promises she wasn’t able to fulfill.
Sweet notes that couldn’t comfort them in their time of need.
“I wanted you to have them, I’m sorry that their late.”
He hesitated, gripping the letter and frowning at it, not quite willing to read it.
"... Thank you," he murmured, pressing it to his chest without opening it. He knew there couldn't be a lot in it - it was hardly going to be a will. None of them had expected her to actually die. But it still felt like she was stretching her hand out from death.
"Does it feel strange, to find things you wrote? Can you remember writing them?"
Finn just stared down at his own piece of parchment, griping it but unwilling to read. Perhaps later, in private, he could make himself get it over with. Right now, he couldn't grieve Rey while she stood in front of him.
He stepped forward to wrap her in a loose hug, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Thank you. I'm sorry we didn't find them." Sorry that he had put her in this position now. Sorry for so many things he couldn't possibly begin to list.
Rey didn't shy away from Finn, returning his embrace, trying to keep the guilt and sadness she felt to herself.
"You don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault." For what happened. For not going into her room. They didn't know she would die. Hell, Rey didn't know what caused her to die to begin with, but that was for another day. One thing at a time.
"It felt nostalgic to be here...wisps of memories, and glimpses of them. I.." a bitter smile came over her face, lowering her head to press into Finn's shoulder for a brief moment.
"I can remember having the quill in my hand, writing it out and then trying to decide how I wanted to seal it." With wax, or maybe wrap it with a ribbon. The silliest, smallest mundane details came easily, but the bigger events were still a blur.
Finn didn't want to leave the hug but he didn't hold Rey to him so tightly anymore either. The close proximity was enough. What he did clench, though, was his letter. There was a fear in the back of his mind of damaging it but the rest of him didn't care. Rey was here now. What did it matter anymore?
"Maybe you'll remember soon," he offered quietly. "Whatever happens, we're here for you. Anything you need." Especially overly long hugs.
Though he hadn't forgotten her scars or anything else over the past 24 hours. She still had a life without them that couldn't be ignored. If only he knew how to begin addressing it.
It was a thought, a very strong possibility that her memories were coming back. Possibly sooner than anticipated. Which, wouldn’t be a bad thing. It would make things easier and allow her to be closer to both men, and give into the desires that Poe had.
But an overly long hug was something she needed right now. She nodded her head to Finn, not caring about anything else at the moment.
She let out a deep breath, pulling herself together before pulling back from Finn.
“Maybe....it would be helpful, but are you two okay?” With the letters, with her and enjoying themselves?
“Did you want me to make breakfast or go on that tour?”
Finn pulled away from Rey as well, getting a good look at her to make sure she was okay, too. "We're okay." Now that she's here with them again, they'll find a way to be okay.
He tucked his own letter away and gave a small smile towards Poe. "Yeah, the tour sounds perfect." A good way to get them all to stop thinking so much and enjoy the present. He looked again to Rey. "Wherever you want, Poe and I can get you there."
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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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And tucked between a few books were old letters she left for Poe and Finn. Words of love to make them smile or laugh....was it weird she could vaguely recall the swipes and swirls of her quilt on the parchment.
They never stepped in her room. Not since she died. They didn’t find her notes to keep their spirits up. Fuck, she felt so guilty for it. Granted, it wasn’t her fault but...they needed these letters. Just as she needed them when she was younger.
“Come in,” She murmured, and a second later the door opened, showing her in her pajamas still, and looking lost. Slowly she turned to them, holding out the letters she had written ages ago.
“You...you two were supposed to have these.”
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He frowned as she approached, still in her pyjamas and holding out scrolls to them. He felt his stomach drop. He hadn’t been able to go into that room at all. If Rey had left them something and he’d missed it—
He stepped forward, carefully, and took the one she was holding out to him, his expression a little confused and wary.
“You found these?”
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But he'd never seen these. Like Poe, he couldn't dare step foot into her room after she had gone.
He reached out and seemed indecisive for a moment before gently taking his from her hand. "You left these? Before?" Could he bring himself to read it now? Could he do that to himself? To either of them?
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“Yes, I had...I wrote them for you, wrote them and wanted you to come find them...” she could picture it, Finn or Finn and Poe, wandering into her room, laying on her smallish bed, finding some comfort in her absence and find a note for them...
But it never happened.
She looked down for a moment, taking in a deep breath to steady her emotions.
For Finn, it was short and sweet, encouraging him to climb up the willow tree left in the garden, just so they could do it together as they had done before. Soft words and reassurances of how much she loved him.
For Poe, the tone was more playful, asking if she could sit in his meetings, on his lap no less, just to get him to smile. More words of love and promises she wasn’t able to fulfill.
Sweet notes that couldn’t comfort them in their time of need.
“I wanted you to have them, I’m sorry that their late.”
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"... Thank you," he murmured, pressing it to his chest without opening it. He knew there couldn't be a lot in it - it was hardly going to be a will. None of them had expected her to actually die. But it still felt like she was stretching her hand out from death.
"Does it feel strange, to find things you wrote? Can you remember writing them?"
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He stepped forward to wrap her in a loose hug, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Thank you. I'm sorry we didn't find them." Sorry that he had put her in this position now. Sorry for so many things he couldn't possibly begin to list.
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"You don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault." For what happened. For not going into her room. They didn't know she would die. Hell, Rey didn't know what caused her to die to begin with, but that was for another day. One thing at a time.
"It felt nostalgic to be here...wisps of memories, and glimpses of them. I.." a bitter smile came over her face, lowering her head to press into Finn's shoulder for a brief moment.
"I can remember having the quill in my hand, writing it out and then trying to decide how I wanted to seal it." With wax, or maybe wrap it with a ribbon. The silliest, smallest mundane details came easily, but the bigger events were still a blur.
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He carefully took the scroll and slid it into a pocket of his leather jacket, the parchment disappearing.
“That means it’ll all come back, we just have to be patient.”
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"Maybe you'll remember soon," he offered quietly. "Whatever happens, we're here for you. Anything you need." Especially overly long hugs.
Though he hadn't forgotten her scars or anything else over the past 24 hours. She still had a life without them that couldn't be ignored. If only he knew how to begin addressing it.
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But an overly long hug was something she needed right now. She nodded her head to Finn, not caring about anything else at the moment.
She let out a deep breath, pulling herself together before pulling back from Finn.
“Maybe....it would be helpful, but are you two okay?” With the letters, with her and enjoying themselves?
“Did you want me to make breakfast or go on that tour?”
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“Just need some air, is all. So let’s go above and have that tour of yours.”
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He tucked his own letter away and gave a small smile towards Poe. "Yeah, the tour sounds perfect." A good way to get them all to stop thinking so much and enjoy the present. He looked again to Rey. "Wherever you want, Poe and I can get you there."
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HI SORRY HELLO HI
<3 I MOVED AND I SOBBED SO MUCH
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