albinomilksnake | STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

[Yeah, Poe knew that Lake. From experience and from reputation, although in his defense his experience was the strictly innocent kind. He wouldn't be surprised to find out other people had been telling Finn about the lake, either. He had a reputation of his own now, and Poe doesn't think there's a single person on base that was blind to Finn's other qualities, and the general attitide you got on Resistance bases was that it never hurt to try.

He's not jealous. Who could blame them?]

You should learn. [He's not even a little discouraged by that look. She's got plenty of looks, he thinks most of them are just perfect.] It could save your life. Besides, I think you'd like it. It's like flying, sometimes.

[There was a freedom to floating around, and the way your weight seemed to drop away, body not holding you back- well. He'd always like it at least.]

What? No it's not, don't lie to her. [Said as he lifts a hand to wipe at his mouth a couple of times, scrubbing away what crumbs are still clinging to his skin.

On the regular, Poe Dameron's a romantic. Finn knows it, everybody knows it - but sometimes when he's pitching something that he loves it comes off sounding at least a good hundred times better than it really is: flying? terrifying. Swimming? Like taking a bath, only bigger. At best he'd compare it to a slow speeder or diving for a grenade only you don't get blown to pieces if things go south.] It's fun, Rey, but it's nothing like flying.

[Then again, what doesn't Poe compare to flying?]

[Honestly? She doesn't really care what swimming is or isn't like.]

Well I guess I'll find out. [She strikes her hands down on the tabletop, already moving to extract herself from the bench. Somewhere between the last thought and now, it's occurred to her that Luke Skywalker might take it upon himself to come after his missing padawan if he really felt like it was important and that is, decidedly, the last thing she'd like to happen. Best to take some preventative measures then.]

Meet me on the flight deck in a half hour. I've got to check with Luke and make sure the Falcon's being looked after.

[A pause. She has one foot under the table still, straddling the bench, and for a moment it catches up to her that she's abandoning them almost as quickly as she'd shoved her way between them. She blinks, flicks a look from Finn to Poe and then back again.]

All right?

Hey- [And he does sound, at least a little, genuinely offended. To be fair, it's not like Finn knew much about flying- or about piloting, at least. He'd gotten a pretty good crash course in flying. Still, Poe's not about to admit he's wrong. Especially when he's not. He said sometimes.

But he doesn't get further than that before Rey slaps her hands on the table and pushes herself up. If his fingers twitch after her he's not embarrassed about it. He tips his face up at her where she stands, halfway over the bench and decisive despite the way she seems to catch herself.]

Fine with me. [He says it cheerfully and honestly. He didn't mind doing what she told him. He didn't mind at all. He's yet to be disappointed by her plans.]

Yeah. [Quieter this time, pinned down by an obvious reluctance to let her go, even if it's only for an hour at most. These days it's hard to shake the idea that a five minute delay won't turn into a five month distance - that something, somewhere won't suddenly go sour right when they need each other the most. It isn't fair.

More than that, it isn't unusual.

Finn turns his attention back towards the tray in front of him, already picking up another slice to keep himself from staring, or thinking too much, or— ] Yeah, sure.

[Her attention narrows at the top of Finn's head, the flats of her plans lingering briefly where they're flush to the table.

Then she nods and extracts herself promptly from straddling the bench.] A half hour. Don't forget.

[And then she's off, stride lengthening hard until she's through the doorway to the corridor and gone around the corner. Simple enough.

As is tracking down Luke, actually. He doesn't so much give her permission to go do whatever she likes for the rest of the day as she flat out tells him she's doing whatever she pleases. He all but raises his hands in surrender. So half an hour later, Rey is trotting down from the Falcon's ramp having sorted her end of things and made sure the proper repairs are logged with the resistance work orders. She also has her things this time, bag comfortably slung across her hip. There's an added bonus of an impressive hunk of Ithorian cheese in her space hand.

There. Totally prepared for any eventuality.]

[He shifts his knee out of her way on the bench, watching her go, quite a bit less torn than Finn. It's not like he didn't miss them. It's not like he didn't know that half an hour might never come, but-

Well. You couldn't stop everything just because of that.

He tips his head back to Finn when she disappears out of the door, propping his chin back on his knuckles. After a second he fishes his hand out into the space between them, scuffing the back of his finger across the low line of Finn's jaw.]

You missed a spot.

[Barely.

A half an hour. Long enough for Finn to finish his food. Long enough for him to go take a shower- a discarded option. The smuggler's vessel afforded a few more comforts than his x-wing.

He waits, and when Finn is ready he'll follow.]

Edited 2016-05-08 05:56 (UTC)

[It's the warmth of Poe's knuckles that soothes the sharpness in his shoulders left behind in the wake of Rey's exit. Flush coloring his cheeks when he flicks a warm stare over the span of his shoulder.] Thanks.

[From there it's easy to wait for Poe to scrub off (Finn doesn't; just sits at the edge of the room like a man with somewhere to be and more importantly someone to be with) staring out of the corner of his peripheral vision, fingers folded tightly in his lap. Everything feels quiet all at once and he isn't nervous, but having Poe near? It helps.

It always has.]

[There's not a lot in common between the Resistance and the First Order, but learning to shower quick was universal. On resistance bases it was half the time because the hot water would switch quickly to icy cold without warning.

So Poe's quick. He knows Finn's impatient, almost expects to find him having tapped his foot so hard there's a hole worn in the floor. He's still pulling up his pants when he reimerges, glancing up at him under wet lashes.]

I realized I don't even own trunks anymore. I guess I haven't been swimming in awhile.

[Trunks. Swimming trunks. How could he forget? How could he have wasted half an hour already and completely forgotten that he can't take Rey swimming without anything to actually wear. Back on base it was easy: swimsuits were provided and fitted, kept on hand for routine exercise or recreation - here? Not so much.

Which means Finn's awash in a feeling of mixed relief at knowing if nothing else, he's not the only one without actual attire.]

Unless you feel like swinging back around to the Finalizer, that makes two of us.

Pass. I don't plan on going back there unless I've got enough firepower to pay it back for the last time.

[It's a lighthearted thing to say, maybe enough to make up for the way he says it, half-under his breath and looking down as he does up his buttons. No, he doesn't really want to go back. At least not without a whole fleet behind him. Now that was a good image.

He shakes his head as he reaches down to grab his shirt, tugging it over his head, expression shifting easy by the time his face pops out the collar again, smilling broadly.]

Hey, as long as you're not breaking uniform regs I'm sure it'll be fine. [Because underwear was regulation- despite some argument from certain kinds of people] And it's nothing she hasn't seen before.

The way things are going, we might get a chance.

[But he's not planning on digging up his old kit, next time they find themselves even close enough to entertain the thought. Finn hops up onto his heels, dusting his hands across the front of his pants as if to give a visual cue that he's more than ready to roll.]

Anyway that's not the point. What if the rest of your team is out there? -Or mine?

[Because option A is that they roll with their clothes on which is laughable, and option B-- yeah, that one speaks for itself.]

Relax buddy, it's a big Lake. And I could always abuse the privileges of my command and order them away if I have to.

[He wouldn't, of course. He'd just have to politely ask and deal with the good natured ribbing. Or, better yet, just do it anyway. The swimming part. It's not like you got very far in the resistance with your personal boundaries in tact.]

Alright-[One last glance in the mirror, at the room behind him, the things out of place, and the he angles himself to the door, bops his hand on the reader and slips out into the hallway. It wasn't a long walk to where they were headed.]

Try not to worry so much.

Edited 2016-06-12 16:11 (UTC)

STAR WARS: possible spoiler warning

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