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ooh i missed this message. Thanks!!!! :) I get so much joy out of teasing the updates. It’s just such a luxury to have so much done ahead, y’know?
The next chapter (6) is where the story earns the Explicit rating so I’m really looking forward to that.
“You’re unreal,” Finn said. “You know that? The more I learn about life as a regular person the more I realize just how fuckin’ unreal you are.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Poe said. He put his head down against Finn’s shoulder. The stim they’d given him to numb the wound was wearing off and he was tired and achy and post-orgasmic and just wanted skin contact. Finn obliged, wrapping warm arms around him.
“I mean you’re something else,” Finn said. “I can’t believe what a good choice I made throwing my lot in with you.”
“You’re smarter than you realize,” Poe said. “But I mean. It’s the hair. Probably.” It was disastrous again; he’d washed it, and had combed it in the shower and just let it dry, so it was tight tight curls but at least they hadn’t been sticking up. Until Finn had put his hands in his hair, and now it was kind of. Well. Sex hair. Which had its own appeal but was not normally what Poe was going for, as an aesthetic. “People trust the hair. Hair like this, it can’t lie.”
“That must be it,” Finn said. He gently pulled Poe down and wrapped him in himself and the blanket.
ooh i missed this message. Thanks!!!! :) I get so much joy out of teasing the updates. It’s just such a luxury to have so much done ahead, y’know?
The next chapter (6) is where the story earns the Explicit rating so I’m really looking forward to that.
“You’re unreal,” Finn said. “You know that? The more I learn about life as a regular person the more I realize just how fuckin’ unreal you are.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Poe said. He put his head down against Finn’s shoulder. The stim they’d given him to numb the wound was wearing off and he was tired and achy and post-orgasmic and just wanted skin contact. Finn obliged, wrapping warm arms around him.
“I mean you’re something else,” Finn said. “I can’t believe what a good choice I made throwing my lot in with you.”
“You’re smarter than you realize,” Poe said. “But I mean. It’s the hair. Probably.” It was disastrous again; he’d washed it, and had combed it in the shower and just let it dry, so it was tight tight curls but at least they hadn’t been sticking up. Until Finn had put his hands in his hair, and now it was kind of. Well. Sex hair. Which had its own appeal but was not normally what Poe was going for, as an aesthetic. “People trust the hair. Hair like this, it can’t lie.”
“That must be it,” Finn said. He gently pulled Poe down and wrapped him in himself and the blanket.
