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It's how they end up on the couch together with all the lights off but the fireplace warming and illuminating the room. Even with the fire going, it seems just the right weather to creep closer. Some magnetism draws them in.

Finn starts it, by casually throwing a blanket over both their laps and then tucking up his bare feet, right against Poe's thigh.

Now, it's the full deep of night and Poe's half-laying in Finn's lap, seduced by the easy contact and darkness and Finn's lulling voice.

Hell with it, he thinks,a s Finn's hand gently passes through his hair. Maybe we can't have a family for whatever reasons, but he's young. I'm young....ish. Who said everything has to be that serious?

Finn's touch is gentle, soothing all the way down into the core of Poe's soul. Whatever had been pawing at the door in his heart has now burst through. He likes Finn. A lot. And he's content to curl up quietly and be liked in return.

Sure, later it would probably get complicated, but for now they're safe. Alone. Together.

And, well, it is December - there's something to be said about indulging your biology, at least a little. Poe hardly feels it as strongly as Jess - as conversations between them have revealed - but the impulse is there.

Probably, Finn senses it a little. Low line, at the edges of his awareness. His nails scratch just enough to be enticing and satisfying on the back of Poe's neck - gentle grooming that's a far cry from the reprimand Poe had gotten earlier. Poe's breathing is slow and even, his heart beat steady. The quiet and soothing overtakes him utterly.

Finn pauses - he's telling a ghost story about a bar, and a man wrongfully accused of assaulting the barkeep's daughter - now hung and haunting the place. But then his voice stops shy of the payoff and he leans down, his body pressing close over Poe's body, and presses his mouth against Poe's temple. It's soft, warm contact somewhere between unexpectedness and impatience.

Finn leans back a little, seeking eye contact. "That okay?"

He looks worried, earnest. There's such a churning mix of emotions in his eyes, a combination Poe recognizes all too well - it's been pacing around in the back of his own thoughts for a few weeks, probably since Finn had first come back after the full moon.

Poe eases onto his back in Finn's lap, reaching up to hook his hands around Finn's neck and pulling him down with clear intent. Finn leans down easy, like it's the most natural thing in the whole universe. There's not an instant of confusion between them, they just come together and their mouths meet, like they both had the same thought.

Poe's body gets warm and he lifts his other arm around Finn's neck, opening his mouth against Finn's. The kiss deepens but stays so, so gentle as they explore each other for the first time like this, as their tongues slide and stroke against each other.

Poe can't quite seem to catch his breath - Finn's scent is surrounding him, warm and spicy with shared excitement and intermingled with the regular smells of Poe's day. They're already that entwined, that involved.

The kiss goeson and on, even at the awkward angle,a nd Poe strokes his fingers over warm skin at the back of Finn's neck, curls his fingers into the wooly embrace of his hair. Finn's got one hand under Poe's neck now, the other resting flat on his belly.

Finally, they have to lean apart. Poe's dizzy with lack of air and how much Finn seems to surround him - touch, taste, smell. He blinks his eyes open, smiling helplessly.

"That means 'okay'," Finn presses, smiling back. "Right?"

Poe laughs; it just washes over him with a sweet, good feeling of warmth.

"Yeah," he says, reaching up again. "That definitely means 'okay'. Really okay. Always okay."

Finn's fingers move idly in his hair, and he grins. "I thought so."

"No mixed messages here, buddy," Poe assures him. "Any time you want."

"C'mere," Finn says, shifting both their bodies on the couch until they can lay flat, his back against Finn's front, just sharing contact and warmth.

It's easy, comfortable. Finn's hand is scooped against Poe's belly, just below his ribs. It's like when they'd woken up together in the snow, all tangled up.

"So, where do we go from here?" Finn asks, with his breath warm over the most intimate part of the back of Poe's neck.

Poe knows what his instincts say. Forward, full tilt, don't stop until they reach the other side. Do not pass go, do not collect $200.

But the instant they put a label on it, it develops a sort of ticking clock stigma in his mind. If there's a structure, it can be torn down. It will be, eventually.

Poe doesn't want to waste what this is, right now while it's new. He doesn't want to spend the time agonizing about the long days of Summer ahead. He wants it, wants all of it, before it falls apart.

He turns over in Finn's arms, tangling their bodies together.

"It's cold outside," Poe says, pulling up wry humor. "Stay a few days."

"Is this the part where I sing that old Christmas song?" Finn asks, smiling from just inches away, beautiful. His expression is almost serious in a sweet way. Tender.

"Sure," Poe says, pulling them together again. "We'll sing a duet."

SO PRECIOUS.

YES, finally! *faints with delight*

Okay, as OP I still can't believe a prompt I gave is getting something so ridiculously amazing written for it (my luck never seems to be this good EVER.) Can I just say, I want them to have SO MANY BABIES? THESE SWEET ADORABLE PUPPIES.

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