tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED

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Poe feels - and fights - the urge to make any excuse to get out of the room, now that Finn's sitting in it. He's not this cowardly usually, there's just something in him conditioned to avoid such awkward situations. Probably because 'awkward' for Poe was a short hop-step from dangerous.

"So," Poe says. "Sorry I uh, shut the door in your face yesterday."

It's a tentative step onto mutual ground.

"It's okay. I guess I kinda surprised you, huh? I know better than to do that on a full moon," Finn says. "I'm not upset by it."

Poe thinks this is still safe ground. He still has some chance of plausible deniability. He takes a deep breath and leaps out into the void of understanding.

"Well, and then I guess I went and did it anyway," Poe says, feeling things out.

"I knew it was you," Finn affirms, but there's no sign of upset or outrage. "You still smelled the same."

He pauses, and chuckles, looking up at Poe. "Little bit of mixed signals, there."

Poe supposes it would be - as far as it seems to be, on a full moon when he's transformed, the wolf's mind sees nothing wrong with herself. It leaves Poe the custodian of his own unruly other half. He fidgets uncomfortably, lowering his gaze away from Finn's and finds his eyes stuck on Finn's bare knee, exposed by the robe.

"Sorry," Poe says again.

"Don't be," Finn says. "I had a good time. I mean, I get it. I'm the new guy, sticking my nose in where it probably doesn't belong. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. We both know how things get when it's, you know, wolf auto-pilot."

It's an ironic choice of words.

Finn continues, "so, I'm sorry if I took advantage - or if I did anything you didn't want me to."

"Well," Poe says, because honestly he doesn't remember but signs point to nothing objectionable. "Did I bite you?"

"Mm-mm," Finn says, shaking his head. "No, we didn't fight."

"Then you're fine. I may be a little weird - and honestly unsocialized, but all the instincts work right," Poe says. "I can defend myself."

He has, in the past.

"Okay," Finn says, understanding. "But if you don't want me around your shifted form..."

"It's," Poe starts, then hesitates. It's a lot of things. Awkward, embarrassing. Unlucky. He finishes with, "complicated."

"Yeah," Finn says. Poe drags his eyes up from Finn's - very handsome - knees and up to his eyes, expecting to see sympathy. Pity, maybe. Veiled disgust. Instead, he smiles and confides, "I'm a little complicated, too."

His smile is kind, willing and Poe's desperate old heart is pawing frantically at the door in his soul now. Still, Poe knows better than to jump ahead without knowing for certain.

"This is gonna sound a little obtuse," Poe says, "but what exactly are you saying?"

Finn actually looks a little nervous. "I was kind of hoping we could be friends?"

Poe wants to be. He sits back, surprised by the request - he's never had one like it before. Questions, he'd expected. Maybe an apology and a goodbye.

Not this, not really. But Poe's hesitation causes a reaction he doesn't expect, an anxious sort of supplication in Finn. This matters to him, it's not just a hollow gesture.

Poe rushes to reassure him - he's already made things difficult for Finn without ever really intending do, and Finn has come back anyway -learned Poe's not-so-secret-secret - and he's still here now.

"It's not that I don't want to," Poe says, thinking that any chance to deny his interest vanished the evening before. As a wolf, she'd made a bee-line for what she wants. "Its just, well, to put it simply you'd lose almost the whole rest of the pack. I'm unlucky."

"I dunno," Finn says. "I don't believe that just because other people say it."

Poe stifles a bitter laugh. "You'll be surprised how unlucky you get if the whole pack wants you to be."

Finn shrugs. "I got out of a pretty bad situation. I'd like to try my hand at charting my own course and making my own luck."

He smiles, and it's a cheesy line that Poe knows has very little basis in reality, but Poe has to smile back. It's a call-and-answer that his body is eager to respond to. A warmth between them like they'd shared in the snow.

"Thanks, Finn," Poe says.

Finn actually winks at him, and something in Poe does a high dive off the tall board.

"So, uh, usually my friends bring over a robe so I can keep it in the pantry," Poe explains, indicating Snap's bath robe. "I'll see if I can't find you one."

"Do all your friends come in the doggy door?" Finn asks, looking amused by the thought.

Poe chuckles apologetically. "Yeah, I'm afraid so. It's the easiest way to get out of a really long lecture."

"No offense to the way your pack works, but I'm an adult," Finn says, wrinkling his nose. "I thought my lecture days were long over. At least until it's time for my kids to get a few."

"In small packs, it seems like nobody has anything better to do than be in each other's business," Poe says, telling the eager part of his soul - Finn wants a family - and knowing that pretty much puts a stop to his amorous overtures.

Finn shakes his head. "That's going to take some getting used to. In my pack there were lots of orders, but otherwise we minded our own business."

"Okay," Poe says, leaning back, ready for some slightly less intense conversation. "You know my secret, and it's pretty much the only one I have. I'm dying to know yours."

Really, he just wants Finn to sit on his couch by the fire for a while and chase away his loneliness so he can pretend to have just what he wants for a while.

Finn looks pleased to take the invitation,a nd Poe wonders why he'd ever bothered trying to shut Finn out.

Oh my god, my precious sweet fluffballs. I want seventy chapters of this.

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