“His body was like that of a Ediorung holosculpture, his muscles carved out of Durosian marble. Penn yearned to touch him -- but he could not!”
“Wow,” Bastian breathed.
“That is so beautiful,” said Snap.
Jess turned off the holonovel and set it on the table. “Okay, so we're agreed to meet here every Tuesday at 1900 hours?”
“Yep.”
“Works for me.”
“No!”
The three pilots jumped and whirled around, guiltily. Finn gaped at them from the doorway, torn between disbelief and horror.
“Finn! Hi!” Jess said, going a little red. “This -- isn't what it looks like.”
“So you aren't planning weekly meetups to discuss the Tethras books?” Finn said, folding his arms.
“No! No, of course not,” Snap said, then balked at Finn's glare. “Yes, we totally are.”
“Coward,” Bastian hissed.
“I can’t believe you guys!” Finn said, outraged. “You realize those books are about me and Poe, right?”
There was complete silence.
“No,” Finn said, scandalized.
They looked anywhere but at Finn, embarrassed. Finn flung his hands to the air and stormed out of the room.
If Poe’s team of perfectly sensible (ha) Resistance pilots had already started a fanclub, then things were well and truly out of hand. Finn couldn’t even walk into the cafeteria without people stopping to stare at him with disturbingly dreamy smiles, as if he actually had a -- a ten inch doonium rod.
Finn punched in the code to Poe’s room. He'd given it to Finn the day he woke up, saying, “You're always welcome,” a little awkwardly, and without meeting Finn's eyes. He didn't know why Poe’d been so nervous; Finn had taken full advantage of the invitation and was in Poe's room as often as he was in his own.
Probably he should start knocking, though. Poe was apparently in the middle of changing, shirt halfway on and -- Finn had no idea why the novels described him as ‘lithe’ and ‘slender.’ He had -- abs. And a chest. And just --
“Finn, buddy!” Poe said, pulling his shirt all the way down and breaking whatever spell he’d cast on Finn. “What’s up? You okay?”
Finn cleared his throat and and set his jaw, determined. “We have got to do something about those novels.”
“Which?” Poe said.
“What do you mean, which? The Tethras novels,” Finn said.
“Oh, right. Those.”
Poe clearly wasn’t grasping the full extent of the situation. “You realize your pilots have started a fanclub about them?”
“Wait, seriously?” Poe asked, finally showing an appropriate degree of emotion. Finn would have appreciated more horror and less surprise, but at least Poe wasn’t looking as -- shifty.
Finn narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but Poe just smiled at him and failed to confess to any dark secrets. Finn dropped to the foot of Poe’s bed with a heavy sigh. “What I don’t understand is how they’re this popular. How would we get anything done if we -- they -- had that much sex? That escape plan was totally unrealistic.”
“You are absolutely right,” Poe agreed, earnestly.
“And the sex itself is just awful. Whoever the author is, they’ve clearly never seen a humanoid body.”
“It’s atrocious,” Poe agreed, earnestly.
“I mean, I have no idea why they keep describing you as slender when you have those shoulders.”
“I know, seriously,” Poe agreed, earnestly. Then he frowned. “Wait, what?”
“What?” Finn said, eyes wide.
The vidscreen over Poe’s desk beeped with an incoming comm, and both men turned to look at it. Rey’s name flashed at the bottom in bold, accusing letters. Huh. Finn knew Poe and Rey had chatted a couple of times, but he had no idea they were close enough for long distance comms. Not that he had a problem with it; he was glad his two best friends were getting along.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” Finn asked when Poe didn’t immediately answer.
Poe shook his head.
“She’s calling long distance,” Finn said, disapprovingly.
Poe grimaced a little, then reached over and manually accepted the call. “Hi, Rey, hey!” Poe said, overly bright. “Finn and I were just chatting about how much we hate the new Tethras novels.”
“What?” Rey said, looking confused. And then her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh! Yes, of course. Absolute rubbish.”
“Trash,” Poe agreed.
Finn folded his arms over his chest and stared between them, disappointed.
“We love the books,” Rey admitted, breaking first. “We talk about them every night.”
“Rey!” Poe hissed.
“What? He was looking at me.”
Poe stared up at the ceiling, avoiding Finn’s absolutely betrayed look. Finn tried Rey, who was picking at a small scab on the back of her hand. “Guys, no,” Finn said.
“Okay, I know they're stupid,” Rey said, defensively. “But it's nice to read drivel on my downtime. It’s nice to not have to think after my brain has been turned to mush.”
FILL: The Rebel and the Resistant Wildcat - Part 2
“Wow,” Bastian breathed.
“That is so beautiful,” said Snap.
Jess turned off the holonovel and set it on the table. “Okay, so we're agreed to meet here every Tuesday at 1900 hours?”
“Yep.”
“Works for me.”
“No!”
The three pilots jumped and whirled around, guiltily. Finn gaped at them from the doorway, torn between disbelief and horror.
“Finn! Hi!” Jess said, going a little red. “This -- isn't what it looks like.”
“So you aren't planning weekly meetups to discuss the Tethras books?” Finn said, folding his arms.
“No! No, of course not,” Snap said, then balked at Finn's glare. “Yes, we totally are.”
“Coward,” Bastian hissed.
“I can’t believe you guys!” Finn said, outraged. “You realize those books are about me and Poe, right?”
There was complete silence.
“No,” Finn said, scandalized.
They looked anywhere but at Finn, embarrassed. Finn flung his hands to the air and stormed out of the room.
If Poe’s team of perfectly sensible (ha) Resistance pilots had already started a fanclub, then things were well and truly out of hand. Finn couldn’t even walk into the cafeteria without people stopping to stare at him with disturbingly dreamy smiles, as if he actually had a -- a ten inch doonium rod.
Finn punched in the code to Poe’s room. He'd given it to Finn the day he woke up, saying, “You're always welcome,” a little awkwardly, and without meeting Finn's eyes. He didn't know why Poe’d been so nervous; Finn had taken full advantage of the invitation and was in Poe's room as often as he was in his own.
Probably he should start knocking, though. Poe was apparently in the middle of changing, shirt halfway on and -- Finn had no idea why the novels described him as ‘lithe’ and ‘slender.’ He had -- abs. And a chest. And just --
“Finn, buddy!” Poe said, pulling his shirt all the way down and breaking whatever spell he’d cast on Finn. “What’s up? You okay?”
Finn cleared his throat and and set his jaw, determined. “We have got to do something about those novels.”
“Which?” Poe said.
“What do you mean, which? The Tethras novels,” Finn said.
“Oh, right. Those.”
Poe clearly wasn’t grasping the full extent of the situation. “You realize your pilots have started a fanclub about them?”
“Wait, seriously?” Poe asked, finally showing an appropriate degree of emotion. Finn would have appreciated more horror and less surprise, but at least Poe wasn’t looking as -- shifty.
Finn narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but Poe just smiled at him and failed to confess to any dark secrets. Finn dropped to the foot of Poe’s bed with a heavy sigh. “What I don’t understand is how they’re this popular. How would we get anything done if we -- they -- had that much sex? That escape plan was totally unrealistic.”
“You are absolutely right,” Poe agreed, earnestly.
“And the sex itself is just awful. Whoever the author is, they’ve clearly never seen a humanoid body.”
“It’s atrocious,” Poe agreed, earnestly.
“I mean, I have no idea why they keep describing you as slender when you have those shoulders.”
“I know, seriously,” Poe agreed, earnestly. Then he frowned. “Wait, what?”
“What?” Finn said, eyes wide.
The vidscreen over Poe’s desk beeped with an incoming comm, and both men turned to look at it. Rey’s name flashed at the bottom in bold, accusing letters. Huh. Finn knew Poe and Rey had chatted a couple of times, but he had no idea they were close enough for long distance comms. Not that he had a problem with it; he was glad his two best friends were getting along.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” Finn asked when Poe didn’t immediately answer.
Poe shook his head.
“She’s calling long distance,” Finn said, disapprovingly.
Poe grimaced a little, then reached over and manually accepted the call. “Hi, Rey, hey!” Poe said, overly bright. “Finn and I were just chatting about how much we hate the new Tethras novels.”
“What?” Rey said, looking confused. And then her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh! Yes, of course. Absolute rubbish.”
“Trash,” Poe agreed.
Finn folded his arms over his chest and stared between them, disappointed.
“We love the books,” Rey admitted, breaking first. “We talk about them every night.”
“Rey!” Poe hissed.
“What? He was looking at me.”
Poe stared up at the ceiling, avoiding Finn’s absolutely betrayed look. Finn tried Rey, who was picking at a small scab on the back of her hand. “Guys, no,” Finn said.
“Okay, I know they're stupid,” Rey said, defensively. “But it's nice to read drivel on my downtime. It’s nice to not have to think after my brain has been turned to mush.”
Finn looked at Poe expectantly.
“I like Tethras,” Poe admitted, sheepishly.