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It doesn't happen because they plan it that way, Poe's pretty sure. Finn and he compare war stories about the day's talks, and Finn had carefully examined the back of Poe's neck, as if expecting to find a real bite there.

His fingers are cold, but soothing. Poe stokes up the downstairs fire.

Then, out of nowhere and everywhere, it begins to snow. Really snow - within an hour of Finn's arrival, the world outside the cabin is blinding white beyond the porch lights.

"You better stay the night," Poe says, trying to remain practical about it.

"Okay," Finn says, a little too quick-and-eager for casual. "Will Snap get worried?"

"I'll let him know you're here," Poe says.

"You don't want to go out in that," Finn says, sounding worried. "Not even as a wolf."

"Nah," Poe says. "We'll use the twilight bark."

Finn looks lost and intrigued. "What's that? We go outside and howl a message, and everybody passes it along?"

He looks so earnest, Poe thinks, and he's really trying.

"I'll show you," Poe says.

In the hall closet, there's a small desk on the side not occupied by Poe's two coats. On top of it is an old relic from Poe's childhood, a gift from his Dad that had become the project of two summers. A ham radio.

Not completely private, but he and Snap use a frequency they're pretty sure doesn't attract any other attention.

"What's that?" Finn asks. "Some kind of telephone?"

"Not quite, but it does the trick," Poe assures him.

He fires off a quick signal in Morse code, hoping Snap hasn't turned off his set. Jess has one too, and several other members of the community, though Poe knows they use different frequencies. There's always the chance of unexpected listeners.

Poe repeats the signal twice more before Snap picks up, sounding blissfull even over the radio waves.

"Yello," Snap says, to stop Poe's Morse signal. "You good out there, Poe? Looks like we're in for nasty weather."

"Just a little snow," Poe answers, leaning around Finn to glance out the windows as he wonders about his chickens.

"You say a little snow," Snap ways. "Weather service says a big blizzard. Your generator gassed up?"

This is news to Poe, but hardly surprising. "Yeah buddy, I've got gas. How about you? You okay on food? How big did they say?"

"Over twenty inches," Snap reveals. Big. "Are you offering me some of that jalapeno jelly?"

Poe laughs. "I tell you what, you come get it in all this and it's yours."

There is a pause while Snap thinks about it.

"You drive a hard bargain, Dameron," he says. "If this goes on more than a day, I'll come get some."

"I radioed to let you know that Finn's here with me," Poe says, mentally taking a tally of jars in the cold cellar. He thinks there are four left. Enough to spare at least one.

"Oh yeah?" Snap says. "Good. I thought it was awful quiet here when I got back. He can stay there and keep an eye on you. Hi, Finn."

Poe turns the handset toward Finn, gives him a grin, and presses the transmit button for him.

"Hey, Snap," Finn says, leaning over Poe's shoulder and all along the length of his back in the tight space. It sends a thrill up Poe's spine, red-hot and bright.

"Actually, Kare's over here too," Snap reveals. Perhaps that's why it took him so long to answer, and why he hadn't noticed Finn wasn't there.

Poe arches his eyebrows and supposes her timing and the blizzard were fortuitous. He shouldn't call back unless it's really an emergency.

"Alright, well, you two keep warm," Poe says, making a mental note to keep Finn maybe an extra day or so.

"Stay safe," Snap answers, and then Poe hangs up the handset on the u-shaped hooks.

"So, sleepover, huh?" Finn says, when Poe turns around. He doesn't move out of the closet, leaving Poe really close.

He shifts back, tailbone gently impacting the table the radio is on, causing a faint rattle. Finn is so close that the small difference in height means Poe has to tip his chin up and expose his neck a little, just to meet Finn's gaze.

"Yeah," Poe agrees. "Maybe for a couple days."

"It's going to make people mad," Finn says, with a bright, eager smile. His brilliance is so near, Poe can feel how warm he is.

"Well, maybe it'll stop snowing by Thursday," Poe says. The sudden crazy urge to change, right here in the mess of things where he'd have to do it pretty much right on top of Finn begins to take hold.

Finn laughs then, and moves away to let Poe out of the confined space, reaching up over Poe's shoulder to turn off the light by the dangling string.

"So what do we do? Tell ghost stories?" Finn asks.

Poe thinks that sounds like a great idea.

All I keep thinking is "NOW KISS."

I like the way you think, anon :D

With all that talk about Poe's neck I was kind of expecting some sort of licking/biting/kissing to happen. These two are going to kill me, I swear it!

(I'm not disappointed, though - this fic is just too good for that.)

The way you're making us wait for it is torture/perfect!

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