finn is possibly a little too tuned into poe. finn shifts , hand immediately onto poe’s shoulder , just moments before poe exhales. they’ve both already grown tense at the slightest hint of danger. he steps closer , invades poe’s space , fake smile firmly in place. does he look like a concerned lover? is his foray into poe’s personal space normal for someone in love? ( they’d laughed upon reading the mission brief , a nice break from anything messy was what poe’d said : finn had just laughed harder , never minding the slight hysterical edge it took on. ) for once , finn doesn’t feel like his lie is too obvious , if only due to the fact that he spends most days like this , hooked onto poe dameron’s every word.
finn ducks his head , miming looking at the trinkets ( they’re bright rings , shiny and new , and for a brief moment he thinks of trying to get something for rey before averting his gaze ) : there’s movement out of the corner of his eye , to his right. he can’t see any weapons , but finn’s learned by now that seeing isn’t the same as believing. finn’s smile softens as he reaches out , plays along with poe. none of the jewelry is his style , not really , but rey tends to enjoy anything he brings back home. ❝ what if i’m offended? maybe i’m the kind of husband that wants my man to make a bit of a scene. personally , i don’t think there’s anything wrong with a little possessiveness so long as we all consent to it. s’makes things fun , yeah? ❞
it’s simple to wink at poe , make small talk , simply set the scene as finn waves over the vendor. it’s also just setting the scene when finn leans into poe’s touch , rests his own hand at poe’s waist before ducking into murmur against the nape of his neck. to anyone else , finn’s just being affectionate , perhaps cooing over some present. instead , finn offers another solution : ❝ we could split up — you stay and wait for our data , i could take a stroll and see if my new friend follows. ❞
the hand on poe’s shoulder is distracting a way that he finds himself enjoying far too much. this resort planet has the sort of climate that calls for thinner, more breathable fabrics and the shirt poe’s wearing allows him to feel finn’s palm, his fingertips. he swallows, and plans to blame it on the heat if questioned. though the raising of his brows and the delighted smile on his face is less easy to explain away when finn says key phrases like ‘my man’ and ‘a little possessiveness’. “i’ll keep that in mind,” he murmured; voice a low considering rumble. to the owner of the booth he raises his voice enough to be heard by them, gesturing to some ring that looked like white onyx, with a bright thick gold band. “and i’ll have this one, please,” he says as he forks over enough credits to cover it, shooting a grin at finn. “it reminds me of your laugh.”
chills sweep up his back that contrast with the muggy weather, his arm tightening around finn’s shoulders at the sensation of finn murmuring into his neck. kriff, he was such an idiot for taking this mission. after a moment he finds a response, and says, “mm, yeah, yeah maybe we should. otherwise our friend might never get closer than he is right now.” at least if he was smart; the both of them were more than capable of handling this guy, fake honeymoon or not. it made poe a little nervous, letting finn out of arms reach, but he wasn’t sure what other choice they had.
