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2 Dec 2016
They're on a mission. Finn gets...sick?
- Part 3 of won't back down
Hella cute. Established relationship in their first mission together. Competent and Force-Sensitive Finn
“How did you know it was Force-sensitive?” Finn asks, as they start walking back to the barracks building.
Poe nearly stumbles. “Wow,” he says. “Um.”
Finn gives him a look. “Seriously?”
“Well, Luke said —”
“Uh-huh,” Finn says, skeptically, his eyes dancing with amusement.
They walk on in companionable silence for a few moments, and then Poe says, very thoughtfully, “It glowed sometimes.”
Finn bursts into laughter at that.
Finn gasps at the ice-cold water sluicing over them, and flattens his palms on the tile wall, presses himself already hard and shivering against Poe to steal his warmth. Poe buries his head in Finn’s neck, one hand slick with soap on Finn’s hip and the other sliding in between, long fingers wrapping around both of them. He jerks them off together, hard, fast; the water never gets any hotter on Finn’s back as he shudders, but Poe’s breath is steam on his skin.
He sighs and leans back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head and yawning. Out the window he can see stars glinting through the forest canopy, and a pair of eyes—
Finn yells and falls out of the chair, but rolls to his feet with his blaster in hand just as Poe comes running through the door.
“Are you okay?” Poe demands, following Finn’s gaze to the window, where one of the predators is staring intently at them through the transparisteel, whipping its tail slowly.
“Just surprised me,” Finn says, brushing aside his own misgivings that he hadn’t noticed it sooner. “Did you find anything?” He doesn’t turn his back on the animal.
“Just some racy holos of an old 'vid star. You?”
“Nothing like a weapon, or anything we can use,” Finn says.
“I can’t keep reading this stuff.”
Finn looks over at him. “No? I’m into their third year of smuggling spice. Prices picked up midway through the second quarter, and they stockpiled a lot. I bet the market collapsed before they could move it all, though, because some of these other indicators were already trending downwards.”
Poe stares, tilting his chair back on two legs, balancing with a foot up on the edge of the console in front of him. “Are you actually enjoying this?”
“Yeah,” Finn says. “It’s like piecing together a strategic puzzle, only, you know, illegal.” He glances down again.
“A strategic—Finn, are you going to deliver an economic analysis paper on smugglers to Leia?”
“You know, I just might,” Finn says, thoughtfully.
“We’ve got two days left, and I intend for us to climb at least one more tree before we go home.”
“You can climb me at least one more time,” Finn says, the words out of his mouth before he can stop himself.
Poe pauses, smirks, and looks Finn up and down like he’s planning his ascent.
He’s to his knees, fingers going for Finn’s belt, before Finn fully registers what Poe’s up to—
“Here? ” Finn says, his hands curling on the edge of the table. “But it’s so—” He doesn’t know how to finish that sentence. Dusty? Creepy?
Poe looks up, his whole body going still, alert. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I—” Finn rests his hand on Poe's shoulder, strokes his neck with his thumb. “No.”
“If this is too weird,” Poe starts, and Finn leans down to kiss his forehead, ignoring the way his back twinges.
“Just had to get used to the idea,” he says.
“Being watched by ghosts,” Finn says, letting his lips quirk up.
Poe hmms and puts his hand back down Finn’s pants. “Never would've guessed you for the superstitious type.”
“I’m not, but you hear stories—” Finn breathes out and arches into Poe’s grasp. “The dead talking to you—”
“Gonna make you forget about all that,” Poe says, wickedly, and bends his head to his task.
“Of course you don’t know what they are,” Finn continues, looking down at where he’s running a hand over the frame on the top of the stack. Inside, relief at being able to complete the mission wars with a rising sense of foreboding. He presses on, determined to see it through. “Your New Republic, the Resistance, you’d never have had these. Not when Luke Skywalker was one of your greatest heroes. Not when the Force was on your side.”
“I don’t understand.” Poe touches his arm uncertainly.
Finn finally lifts his eyes to meet Poe’s. “The Empire made these to carry ysalamiri into battle . ”
Poe’s mouth falls open. “I thought those were a myth,” he says.
“The General wants to stop Kylo Ren. But not with a weapon,” Finn says, flatly. “By keeping him from using the Force.”
“With little Force-repelling creatures? But that would mean cutting Rey off—cutting Luke off—”
“When you learn how to use the Force, you’ll be able to catch me next time I fall,” he says, happily.
“Next time? ” Finn is dismayed.
“With you, I’m always falling,” Poe says, looking up through his eyelashes, and it’s such a ridiculous thing to say that Finn can only hold on, laughing.