Not too long ago, Poe had defected to the Resistance from the New Republic fleet because Leia had managed to convince him that the First Order was a serious threat that couldn't be ignored. And he absolutely believed that, in a general sense. But after a lifetime of confidence bordering on complacency and jokes about stormtroopers who couldn't hit the broad side of a Star Destroyer, it was a little hard to see that threat in concrete, personal terms. In short, it was still hard to swallow the fact that Finn could take him down in seconds in their now-regrettably-regular sparring sessions. Not to mention that everyone he knew apparently wanted to watch.
And of course Finn was incredibly nice about the whole thing, making sure he hadn't actually hurt Poe (he hadn't), reassuring him that he'd just started off on the wrong foot and he was sure Poe would totally beat him if they tried again sometime. And Poe, well, he had his pride. So he'd agreed to a rematch. In retrospect, that had been a tactical error.
After a couple of weeks Poe was probably in the best shape of his life just from trying to keep up with Finn. It wasn't like he'd ever been known for his hand-to-hand skills, but he was competent and should have been able to win at least once, by luck if nothing else. But Finn had this way of knowing every time just how to knock him off balance and get his legs out from under him. Every time Poe would come up swinging, and every time, Finn would put him on the floor again until he eventually, cursing and glaring, tapped out.
Technically there was no rule against spectators in the training facility, but the pilots of Black Squadron -- and Rey, and the General, and kriff, Poe must have done something to piss off the Force personally -- knew that Poe would shoo them away if they were caught gathering to watch his now-weekly exercise in failure. So they /lurked./ Never more than two of them at once, always behind a conveniently-placed pillar or stack of equipment, and when he caught them, usually carrying some kind of communicator or data pad with a camera function. Assholes.
At least Finn, bless his heart, didn't make fun of him. He might have raised an eyebrow the first few times Poe had asked for another go-round, asked "you sure?" with a hint of concern in his voice, but after that he'd seemed to understand, or at least accept, that Poe wasn't giving up any time soon. And according to Kalonia the exercise seemed to be good for his recovery.
So Poe couldn't even be slightly annoyed when over breakfast in the canteen, Finn flashed him that irresistible smile and said "So, training facility after this?" It was the first time Finn had suggested it instead of Poe crankily demanding a rematch, and in spite of himself, Poe found it... comforting. Kind of sweet.
Until Snap piped up, "I'll second that! I can never get enough of Poe getting his ass kicked," and everyone around them quickly agreed and the conversation turned to Favorite Poe Getting Beat Up Moments. Complete with communicators coming out to share highlights.
Finn met Poe's eyes across the table, still smiling but with a hint of an apology in his eyes. Poe shook his head and laughed as Pava showed off the holo-loop she'd made of him hitting the ground on his back. "Sure thing, buddy," he replied. "Sure thing."
MISFIRE FILL, Can't Get Enough (Finn and Poe and maybe kind of Finn/Poe)
It started when Dr. Kalonia gave Finn permission to start training again, and the former stormtrooper asked Poe to show him around the training facilities. Finn had suggested, half-joking, that they try out the sparring room, but when Poe had assured him that he wouldn't do anything to hurt him while he was still recovering, Finn's smile had turned challenging. "Oh yeah? You think you can hurt me?" From there, things had escalated, and to Poe's eternal chagrin, Karé had been working out nearby and had immediately gone to tell the rest of Black Squadron about Poe's humbling defeat.
And of course Finn was incredibly nice about the whole thing, making sure he hadn't actually hurt Poe (he hadn't), reassuring him that he'd just started off on the wrong foot and he was sure Poe would totally beat him if they tried again sometime. And Poe, well, he had his pride. So he'd agreed to a rematch. In retrospect, that had been a tactical error.
After a couple of weeks Poe was probably in the best shape of his life just from trying to keep up with Finn. It wasn't like he'd ever been known for his hand-to-hand skills, but he was competent and should have been able to win at least once, by luck if nothing else. But Finn had this way of knowing every time just how to knock him off balance and get his legs out from under him. Every time Poe would come up swinging, and every time, Finn would put him on the floor again until he eventually, cursing and glaring, tapped out.
Technically there was no rule against spectators in the training facility, but the pilots of Black Squadron -- and Rey, and the General, and kriff, Poe must have done something to piss off the Force personally -- knew that Poe would shoo them away if they were caught gathering to watch his now-weekly exercise in failure. So they /lurked./ Never more than two of them at once, always behind a conveniently-placed pillar or stack of equipment, and when he caught them, usually carrying some kind of communicator or data pad with a camera function. Assholes.
At least Finn, bless his heart, didn't make fun of him. He might have raised an eyebrow the first few times Poe had asked for another go-round, asked "you sure?" with a hint of concern in his voice, but after that he'd seemed to understand, or at least accept, that Poe wasn't giving up any time soon. And according to Kalonia the exercise seemed to be good for his recovery.
So Poe couldn't even be slightly annoyed when over breakfast in the canteen, Finn flashed him that irresistible smile and said "So, training facility after this?" It was the first time Finn had suggested it instead of Poe crankily demanding a rematch, and in spite of himself, Poe found it... comforting. Kind of sweet.
Until Snap piped up, "I'll second that! I can never get enough of Poe getting his ass kicked," and everyone around them quickly agreed and the conversation turned to Favorite Poe Getting Beat Up Moments. Complete with communicators coming out to share highlights.
Finn met Poe's eyes across the table, still smiling but with a hint of an apology in his eyes. Poe shook his head and laughed as Pava showed off the holo-loop she'd made of him hitting the ground on his back. "Sure thing, buddy," he replied. "Sure thing."