[ She's lucky to be loved with such patience — not everybody would endure it, those long stretches where she goes without acknowledging the things she feels or how strongly she feels them. Maybe she's come a long way from outright denying it — a long way from that day when they fought in the cockpit and she chose disappearing over admitting the truth — but her warmth is the kind that needs a little stoking.
Thankfully, Poe's always been good at that.
She should insist that he rests. He must still be hurting — she doesn't need to be human to know his body is only barely out of the woods at best — but selfishly, she'd rather press her mouth against his, basking in the familiarity of how his lips fit to hers. All those days of worrying and waiting culminate in a kiss that's a little harder than it should be, driven by her sudden need to feel him and be close to him. ]
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Thankfully, Poe's always been good at that.
She should insist that he rests. He must still be hurting — she doesn't need to be human to know his body is only barely out of the woods at best — but selfishly, she'd rather press her mouth against his, basking in the familiarity of how his lips fit to hers. All those days of worrying and waiting culminate in a kiss that's a little harder than it should be, driven by her sudden need to feel him and be close to him. ]