[I hope someone fills this with real smut, but in the meantime, have a minifill!]
"Now me, I'm neutral, but Chewie thinks we should dump him out of the airlock."
Chewbacca howls, and Poe yanks at the cables around his wrists. He should be panicking, because Han Solo is definitely capable of murdering an empire spy in cold blood, but Poe's a little distracted. It isn't every day that he gets to be tied up by the man who taught Poe that he really, really likes men.
The fact that Han tied him up while looking like that is almost unbearable.
Speaking of unbearable, Leia's eyes are wide and serious as she looks Poe up and down. Force almighty, she's young, still brave and clever and full of hope. Poe swallows around the sudden lump in his throat.
Leia's eyes keep wandering over Poe's face. "If he is a spy, he certainly knows a lot about the rebel command structure." Her eyes flick down to the open collar of Poe's jacket, and he wonders whether it's possible to die from pure need.
"Believe me, Princess, I wouldn't trust me either. The last thing I want to do is put the rebellion in jeopardy." Poe knows that even this Leia is too experienced to fall for cheap flattery, but he maintains eye contact anyway. Leia doesn't look away.
"I think he's telling the truth," Luke says. Blond and tan and clean-shaven, he looks less like a hermit and more like the desert farm boys in the holovids Poe pretends he doesn't watch. Luke steps closer, and Poe has trouble holding his gaze. "I can feel him, Leia. He doesn't feel dark. Don't you feel it?"
The look he exchanges with Leia makes Poe's mouth go dry. He'd heard stories about the twins in their youth, but he hadn't believed any of them. Did they even know they were related? Han chuckles from his position by the wall. "What, are we in a dirty holovid now? Do we all have to lick him to see if he tastes like the dark side?"
Both twins blush. Leia fixes Han with a look that Poe's definitely familiar with. "Leave him tied up. We'll drop him at the next base when we go planetside."
She moves towards the cockpit, and Han trails after her, with Chewie trailing after him. "We should probably stick him in the cargo bin. Give his arms a rest."
Leia turns back to meet Poe's eyes. "No, leave him right there. He looks good tied up."
minifill: Poe/young hot original trio
"Now me, I'm neutral, but Chewie thinks we should dump him out of the airlock."
Chewbacca howls, and Poe yanks at the cables around his wrists. He should be panicking, because Han Solo is definitely capable of murdering an empire spy in cold blood, but Poe's a little distracted. It isn't every day that he gets to be tied up by the man who taught Poe that he really, really likes men.
The fact that Han tied him up while looking like that is almost unbearable.
Speaking of unbearable, Leia's eyes are wide and serious as she looks Poe up and down. Force almighty, she's young, still brave and clever and full of hope. Poe swallows around the sudden lump in his throat.
Leia's eyes keep wandering over Poe's face. "If he is a spy, he certainly knows a lot about the rebel command structure." Her eyes flick down to the open collar of Poe's jacket, and he wonders whether it's possible to die from pure need.
"Believe me, Princess, I wouldn't trust me either. The last thing I want to do is put the rebellion in jeopardy." Poe knows that even this Leia is too experienced to fall for cheap flattery, but he maintains eye contact anyway. Leia doesn't look away.
"I think he's telling the truth," Luke says. Blond and tan and clean-shaven, he looks less like a hermit and more like the desert farm boys in the holovids Poe pretends he doesn't watch. Luke steps closer, and Poe has trouble holding his gaze. "I can feel him, Leia. He doesn't feel dark. Don't you feel it?"
The look he exchanges with Leia makes Poe's mouth go dry. He'd heard stories about the twins in their youth, but he hadn't believed any of them. Did they even know they were related?
Han chuckles from his position by the wall. "What, are we in a dirty holovid now? Do we all have to lick him to see if he tastes like the dark side?"
Both twins blush. Leia fixes Han with a look that Poe's definitely familiar with. "Leave him tied up. We'll drop him at the next base when we go planetside."
She moves towards the cockpit, and Han trails after her, with Chewie trailing after him. "We should probably stick him in the cargo bin. Give his arms a rest."
Leia turns back to meet Poe's eyes. "No, leave him right there. He looks good tied up."
Han chokes. Poe doesn't blame him.