Star Wars Oneshots

You're safe with me (SP)

A/N: angst and fluff at the same time, all mixed in. Tell me what you think about each part with in-line comments!

Also, Finn was born 9 years after Poe. So... we'll just pretend Poe is one year older than Finn.

Finn's Point of View

"General Organa wishes to see you in her quarters," Lieutenant Connix informed Finn, who was eating dinner in the mess hall. "Follow me."

Confused on why the general herself would wish to see him, Finn followed the lieutenant down a hallway leading from the mess hall, then through another couple tunnels until they reached a door marked "General Organa".

Connix knocked twice, and a weary "Come in" was spoken from inside.

Finn pulled the door open and entered the small room, Connix turning around and heading back for the mess hall, presumably.

"You wanted to see me, General?" Finn asked, sitting down in a hard folding chair across from her.

"Yes. We have some rather unfortunate news for you."

Finn's stomach dropped. "Who died," he said in a low voice, not as a question.

"Well, it's not quite that. Our spy in the Resistance has sent word to us that Rey was captured. It sounds as though she may not make it out alive."

"Why? What are they doing to her?" Finn asked, springing up from his chair.

"Recent intel suggests some type of interrogation."

"I'm going after her," Finn announced, turning towards the door.

"Wait." The word was so kindly said and yet also strict that Finn turned back around.

"What?"

"Rey left us a message. We still aren't sure how, and we have a team of people working on tracing the transmission." Finn breathed a sigh of relief at that, at least people were doing something productive. 

Leia continued, "But it seems she predicted your reaction and specifically told you not to come after her, that she'd get herself out of this."

"So there's nothing I can do?" Finn asked, tears pricking his eyes.

"Not at the moment, no," Leia shook her head. "We can let you know as soon as we get more intel and have a job for you, if you want."

"That would be great. Thank you, General," Finn said respectfully, trying hard to keep the waver out of his voice.

He left the room, keeping himself composed. Deep breaths, he told himself. You're almost back to your room. Just a little longer.

He averted his eyes from any people he passed in the hallway, trying not to speak, as the lump in his throat was getting steadily larger.

He was almost back to his room when a familiar pilot began to walk alongside him.

"Hey, Finn, what's wrong?" Poe asked concern in his beautiful brown eyes.

Not trusting his voice, Finn shook his head and grabbed Poe's hand, leading him into the room they shared.

Once they were inside with the door safely closed, Finn let the tears flow. "It's R-Rey," he sobbed, standing alone, tears dripping down his chin and onto the floor. "Sh-she might... she might --"

He was cut off by two strong arms encircling him. "Hey, shh, shh," Poe whispered, letting the taller man cry into his chest. "Don't finish that sentence. Just stay here. You're safe in here with me."

Poe kissed the top of Finn's head before resting his cheek there, arms encircling him, one hand rubbing Finn's back softly. Finn just sobbed into Poe's wonderfully warm, muscular chest, feeling himself be held by someone who cared.

Poe's Point of View

Poe smiled into Finn's hair, even though the man he loved was hurting inside. Poe just held him, relishing the feeling of Finn in his arms, Finn's face in his chest.

Night was falling, and they had both already eaten. So... "Hey. Let's move this somewhere more comfortable," Poe whispered. Finn nodded, allowing himself to be moved towards his bed.

Poe, with his strong pilot's arms, managed to pick up Finn for a moment and put him on the bed. Finn's crying had slowed and then stopped, and he was swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffling a bit.

"Hey," Poe whispered again, laying down beside Finn and grabbing his hand.

At this, Finn looked up towards Poe. Running his tongue over his dry lips once (Poe had to fight the mental images), he said, "Thanks. For everything." It came out low and crackly, and Poe just smiled.

"Anytime, buddy." He bit his lip softly, staring straight at Finn and pulled him in for another hug.

When they pulled apart again, Finn was seemingly unconsciously biting his lip, now. And his gaze definitely was lower than Poe's eyes.

But Finn could never like him back, could he? He liked Rey! At least, Poe thought he liked Rey...

He must have been frowning, because Finn reached out one finger and smoothed the crease between Poe's eyebrows. Leaning into the caress, he smiled and let his eyes slide closed.

Finn's finger trailed downward from Poe's glabella and across his nose.

It hesitated, then went downward still until it was resting on Poe's lips. Poe opened his eyes.

He and Finn looked at each other, lying side by side on Finn's bed, with no one else around to see. Finn's eyes flicked downwards again, wandering lazily over Poe's lips, then back up to his eyes. So he leaned in, Finn doing the same next to him. 

When their lips met, it was so much better than Poe had ever imagined. Hot and cold at the same time, they were hesitant, gaining more confidence the longer they snogged. One of Finn's hands moving to Poe's hair, pulling gently, the other resting on his chest. Poe moving a hand to cup Finn's face, another to glide from his shoulder to his hip.

The two cuddled and snogged and cuddled and snogged for what seemed like hours before finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

When Poe awoke, it was to Finn tracing letters onto his bare back. "Morning," Poe mumbled, coming in for a sloppy kiss.

Finn just grinned and said, "You have terrible bedhead. It's really quite adorable."

Poe groaned.