Star Wars Sneezing Drabbles

12. knowledge

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Pairing: Stormpilot
Character: Finn

"How can you keep telling when I'm going to get sick? And so accurately?" Finn asks, trailing after his boyfriend, who was scaling rocks at an alarming rate.

"Boyfriends know. They do. I just know," said Poe with a shrug. Of course he just knew because of a sexual fetish, but he knew, and he did of course know about as much about Finn anyway as his little brain could carry, how he snored only if on his left side at night and how he only talked with his hands when really really excited.

"I'm... gonna... s-s- hIShoo!" Finn reached his elbow up to cover his nose, bending slightly forward at the hips when he sneezed.

"Bless you, Finn," said Poe, stopping walking for a second.

"Am I going to get sick now?" asked Finn, rubbing his nose. It dripped in his hand.

"Considering how shivery you were after taking that shower last night, probably," Poe predicted, continuing on the trail up the mountain.

Finn groaned. "Of course... That sucks."

"It's okay. Everyone gets sick from time to time," Poe said, stopping for a second so that Finn could catch up. He knew Finn was only being slow because of his low energy due to the virus.

"Will you take care of me?" Finn asked with big eyes the size of saucers, it seemed.

Poe felt a wave of warmth take his body over. Of course. Oh God of course. In fact if any other person would be taking care of Finn he would be so so angry. He wanted to say that to Finn, but it was too embarrassing. "Yeah, babe. Any time you get sick, call me. I'll take very good care of you," he said instead, his voice struggling to be even from nerves.

"Aw, I love you Poe," said Finn right as he caught up to Poe, hugging him around his midsection. "I'm... so gratefuuhh..." Finn's breath hitched and he struggled to pull away from Poe before he sneezed. But Poe grabbed Finn's hands and kept them hugging his stomach for a reason that Finn couldn't wrap his head around. "Heeeishhh! Hitssshooo! At-choooo! Mm, excuse me. Poe, I didn't spray you, right?" Finn knew the answer was probably yes because he physically could not cover his nose during that time, but he was asking anyway to show that he didn't mean it.

"Yes, but it's okay. I kinda held your hands back..." Poe said, blushing even harder than before from saying the embarrassing thing out loud.

"Why'd ya do that, silly?" asked Finn.

"'Cause I felt like it. Do what I want," Poe said with faux blasé.

"Let's keep climbing, babe. I want camp to be up before it gets dark so that I can get rest. If I'm going to do a mission, I better do it at either full health or a full night of sleep if I can't get the full health thing," said Finn, looking up at the sun. It tickled his nose but not as bad as the budding virus inside it did.

"No problem, dear. If you need me to carry you on my back, I can do it," he said before fully thinking of the implications. For instance, Finn could be very heavy and he could drop him. Or Finn could keep sneezing and he could drop him out of sheer weakness. But it was too late to take back and he prayed that Finn would say no.

"I'm fine," said Finn, stretching his arms. "What I really need is to blow my nose."

Oh wow. This was going to be a long... ever.