tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED

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Poe thinks, overall, it could be going worse. He'd remembered to bring Leia a big cup of coffee, and taken the extra step of sacrificing a quarter pound from his stash for her to brew in her own pot. He'd regret it, if another big storm keeps him from replenishing his supply in Houlton.

Leia takes both and tells Poe it was about time. Her tone suggests she isn't happy about the complaints that are bound to come from the news spreading, but she'll back his corner.

He's kind of hoping any opposition will peter out quickly when it becomes obvious he's not going to pass anything on.

"You can deal with Statura," Leia tells him. Poe thinks that's the better end of the bargain, now that he's fairly sure that Statura hadn't been lying about not hating Poe.

So, he walks home afterwards feeling pretty good. Helps Finn pack all of his hand-me-downs into a single box at Snap's, and then drives him back to the cabin they're going to share with the chains on his tires crunching through old slush and ice on the dirt-pack road.

Easy as that.

"Christmas is gonna be great out here," Finn says, looking out the window at the deep woods as the trees slide past.

"Really?" Poe says, surprised to remember it's coming so soon.
"Sure. No angry shoppers, no fighting for parking spaces," Finn says.

Poe laughs. "There's not much of anything, actually. I usually just play a little music on the radio."

"Do you decorate?" Finn asks.

"My mother used to," Poe reveals, thinking back to a time when his family had actually all lived together. "Especially when Dad would be home."

"Did she grow up out here?"

"Well, yes. I did, too, but my family lived way out on the other end," Poe says. "Where no one would see us, I guess."

"Sorry," Finn says, in a quiet tone.

"Nah," Poe tells him. "We can't do lights out here, but I think I saw a box of ornaments and decorations in the crawl-space when I found that jacket for you."

"I think we should put them up," Finn says.

"You know," Poe says, as he pulls up to the cabin, "I feel like there's a lot to celebrate, too."

Finn nods. He picks up his box of clothes and smiles.

"Besides, we can get all cold putting up the decorations, and then warm up by the fire," he says, shameless.

It sinks hot claws into Poe's thoughts, warming his blood under his skin.

"I'm feeling chilly already," Poe purrs, and inside, Finn pulls him into his arms.

Eventually, the decorations do get put up.

They're so cute with the domesticity that it DESTROYS me. The only way this could be cuter was if they found abandoned baby Rey and adopted the shit out of her or something.

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