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Sometimes I create Scrivener docs and name them and then never write the thing I meant to put in them.
In my SW:TFA folder I had a doc called Panties that has been empty for months now. I actually don’t quite remember putting it there. But I know what was supposed to be in it, and have just never quite been able to figure out how.
This morning I seem to have figured out how. Maybe I’ll finish this someday with the necessary follow-up scene. But for now, here’s just Poe and Rey having a conversation. [There’s no context, but it’s maybe or maybe not in continuity with Morale Surveys and such; Poe/Finn/Rey OT3 where mostly Rey observes and directs. Finn’s not in this one but the tiny sketch I have of the sequel, he sure is.]
Poe sometimes forgot that Rey had spent so much time salvaging data from broken data cores. He came home exhausted from a day of meetings and let himself into his hut and pushed past the fabric partition and Rey scrambled up too late to shut off the holo projecting from one of his old data pads.
She missed the switch anyway, and the image shuddered but stayed in position. It was a holo Poe had taken of himself in lingerie to send long-distance to his wife, or girlfriend, or whatever she’d been at that point.
“I didn’t mean,” Rey said, “uh, I thought it was broken.”
Poe blinked, and looked at the image with a critical eye, the first haze of embarrassment dying down. It wasn’t a great image; the ‘corder had missed focus a little, because he was so used to relying on BB-8 for all his holocording needs, and he’d decided getting his astromech to take racy photos of him was kind of too much. But it was flattering; he was standing with his back to the ‘corder and his face in profile, and while normally he wasn’t wild about how his nose looked in profile, the lace panties that were the only garment he was wearing in the image showed off his ass fantastically, and since he’d been on a deployment with nothing to do but work out, his shoulders were phenomenal. (Shit. Had he been 25? He’d been 25. He couldn’t even imagine the work it would take now to get his 32-year-old shoulders to do that again. His ass probably still looked that good, though. Maybe.)
“Looks like it’s not broken,” he said.
He tried to think what else would have been on this datapad, any of the correspondence that image had been part of, but no— he recognized this pad, it was more recent than that. He’d only copied that image over to use it for a joke— he’d sent it to Snap once. Back when it had been funny to joke about people’s inevitable crushes on him, when he’d assumed it was all joking.
“Uh,” Rey said. She was blushing. “Uh, what are you— uh— why is this picture?”
Poe rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean,” he said. “Sometimes you take a picture of yourself in your skivvies and send it to a lady. Sometimes that’s a thing you do, when you can’t go in person. You know.”
“To a lady,” Rey said.
“Or a man,” Poe allowed. “A person. With whom you have the sort of relationship where you look at one another’s body parts.”
Rey laced her fingers together and set her hands on the table, looking at the holo more directly now. She was already completely over her embarrassment at having been caught snooping. Well, manners weren’t her strong suit. If no punishment or social consequence was immediately forthcoming, she usually just moved right on. “I see you in your skivvies sometimes,” she said.
“And out of them,” Poe pointed out.
“And out of them,” she conceded. He suddenly knew what she was getting at. “But your skivvies don’t usually. Look like that.”
“Those are fancy ones,” Poe said.
“Fancy,” Rey said slowly. “Underwear.”
He tried to remember what had happened to his admittedly small and not-well-curated collection of lingerie. “Yeah,” he said. He’d never had much, just a couple pairs of lace panties, a really trashy glitter thong he’d worn precisely twice, the second occasion being for a joke, yes he’d left them in the base commander’s office at the culmination of a prank war, that was it. Oh yes, he’d had a garter belt and stockings once. Stars knew where any of that had ended up. He’d never cared all that much for the stuff on its own; it had always only been about who would see it.
“I thought the point of underwear was to be comfortable and easy to launder,” Rey said.
“Sometimes,” Poe said, “you want it to be flattering too.”
Rey tilted her head, tongue darting out absently to moisten her lower lip as she considered the holo that was still floating in front of them. I was so young, Poe thought, and I thought love could conquer anything.
Boy, had that not worked out at all.
“Do you have any like this now?” Rey asked finally.
Poe laughed, jarred out of his dark remembrances. “No,” he said. “To my regret. I was just mentally inventorying my underwear drawer and I am sure I have nothing that is not strictly functional.”
“Oh,” she said, shoulders slumping a little.
Oh. Well. His next trip somewhere with actual shopping just got more interesting. Before now, mostly he’d been concerned with bringing back quality snacks for his darling sweetheart rescue babies, but perhaps it was time to branch out.
Sometimes I create Scrivener docs and name them and then never write the thing I meant to put in them.
In my SW:TFA folder I had a doc called Panties that has been empty for months now. I actually don’t quite remember putting it there. But I know what was supposed to be in it, and have just never quite been able to figure out how.
This morning I seem to have figured out how. Maybe I’ll finish this someday with the necessary follow-up scene. But for now, here’s just Poe and Rey having a conversation. [There’s no context, but it’s maybe or maybe not in continuity with Morale Surveys and such; Poe/Finn/Rey OT3 where mostly Rey observes and directs. Finn’s not in this one but the tiny sketch I have of the sequel, he sure is.]
Poe sometimes forgot that Rey had spent so much time salvaging data from broken data cores. He came home exhausted from a day of meetings and let himself into his hut and pushed past the fabric partition and Rey scrambled up too late to shut off the holo projecting from one of his old data pads.
She missed the switch anyway, and the image shuddered but stayed in position. It was a holo Poe had taken of himself in lingerie to send long-distance to his wife, or girlfriend, or whatever she’d been at that point.
“I didn’t mean,” Rey said, “uh, I thought it was broken.”
Poe blinked, and looked at the image with a critical eye, the first haze of embarrassment dying down. It wasn’t a great image; the ‘corder had missed focus a little, because he was so used to relying on BB-8 for all his holocording needs, and he’d decided getting his astromech to take racy photos of him was kind of too much. But it was flattering; he was standing with his back to the ‘corder and his face in profile, and while normally he wasn’t wild about how his nose looked in profile, the lace panties that were the only garment he was wearing in the image showed off his ass fantastically, and since he’d been on a deployment with nothing to do but work out, his shoulders were phenomenal. (Shit. Had he been 25? He’d been 25. He couldn’t even imagine the work it would take now to get his 32-year-old shoulders to do that again. His ass probably still looked that good, though. Maybe.)
“Looks like it’s not broken,” he said.
He tried to think what else would have been on this datapad, any of the correspondence that image had been part of, but no— he recognized this pad, it was more recent than that. He’d only copied that image over to use it for a joke— he’d sent it to Snap once. Back when it had been funny to joke about people’s inevitable crushes on him, when he’d assumed it was all joking.
“Uh,” Rey said. She was blushing. “Uh, what are you— uh— why is this picture?”
Poe rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean,” he said. “Sometimes you take a picture of yourself in your skivvies and send it to a lady. Sometimes that’s a thing you do, when you can’t go in person. You know.”
“To a lady,” Rey said.
“Or a man,” Poe allowed. “A person. With whom you have the sort of relationship where you look at one another’s body parts.”
Rey laced her fingers together and set her hands on the table, looking at the holo more directly now. She was already completely over her embarrassment at having been caught snooping. Well, manners weren’t her strong suit. If no punishment or social consequence was immediately forthcoming, she usually just moved right on. “I see you in your skivvies sometimes,” she said.
“And out of them,” Poe pointed out.
“And out of them,” she conceded. He suddenly knew what she was getting at. “But your skivvies don’t usually. Look like that.”
“Those are fancy ones,” Poe said.
“Fancy,” Rey said slowly. “Underwear.”
He tried to remember what had happened to his admittedly small and not-well-curated collection of lingerie. “Yeah,” he said. He’d never had much, just a couple pairs of lace panties, a really trashy glitter thong he’d worn precisely twice, the second occasion being for a joke, yes he’d left them in the base commander’s office at the culmination of a prank war, that was it. Oh yes, he’d had a garter belt and stockings once. Stars knew where any of that had ended up. He’d never cared all that much for the stuff on its own; it had always only been about who would see it.
“I thought the point of underwear was to be comfortable and easy to launder,” Rey said.
“Sometimes,” Poe said, “you want it to be flattering too.”
Rey tilted her head, tongue darting out absently to moisten her lower lip as she considered the holo that was still floating in front of them. I was so young, Poe thought, and I thought love could conquer anything.
Boy, had that not worked out at all.
“Do you have any like this now?” Rey asked finally.
Poe laughed, jarred out of his dark remembrances. “No,” he said. “To my regret. I was just mentally inventorying my underwear drawer and I am sure I have nothing that is not strictly functional.”
“Oh,” she said, shoulders slumping a little.
Oh. Well. His next trip somewhere with actual shopping just got more interesting. Before now, mostly he’d been concerned with bringing back quality snacks for his darling sweetheart rescue babies, but perhaps it was time to branch out.
