A little flash fic for my friend @dona-in-character:
“Just be warned, General,” the doctor said. “Your husband is on some strong drugs. He might be just a bit loopy.”
Poe snickered and Rey elbowed him in the ribs. Even now, nearly a decade after the fall of the First Order, with Poe nearly fifty years old, he still sometimes acted like a ten-year old.
Actually, most of the time he acts like a ten-year old, Rey thought to herself. “Don’t worry, doctor,” she said, giving Poe a dangerous stare. “We’ll be careful.”
As they started into the room, Rey hissed, “Seriously, Dameron!”
“What,” Poe asked with a sly grin on his face.
Finn was still asleep after a procedure to fix his broken leg: he’d been trying to repair the roof of the stables at the Dameron Ranch when he’d slipped and fallen. It had been the absolute worst moment of Poe’s life—until Finn had woken up and the doctors had explained that luckily all that was broken was his leg.
Poe slid into the chair next to Finn’s bed and took Finn’s hand, smiling as he intertwined their fingers.
“You are not going to mess with Finn. Do you hear me?”
Poe’s smile grew. “Of course not.”
“Poe, look me in the eye and say that.”
Poe laughed and shook his head.
Poe lifted his hands in mock surrender, still chuckling.
“This is why he asked me to be here, isn’t it,” Rey asked.
“Or maybe because you’re his best friend in the galaxy and he wanted to see you,” Poe said.
“No, I think it was to protect him from his husband.”
“Hmmmmmm,” Finn murmured. “Husband?”
Poe was out of his chair and leaning over Finn before Rey could even process what was happening. “Hey, buddy,” Poe said. “How’re you feeling?”
Finn’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled. “Hi.”
Rey came over next to the bed, taking Finn’s other hand. “How are you feeling, Finn?”
“Rey!” Finn tried to sit up. Both Rey and Poe pushed him down.
“Hey, buddy. You just had surgery. Let’s take it a little easy.”
“But they fixed everything and in a few weeks, you’ll be as good as new,” Rey said.
“Rey,” Finn said, letting go of Poe’s hand and reaching for her. She let him pull her into a hug.
“Oooph,” Rey said as she practically fell over the bed.
“I haven’t seen you in so long,” Finn said, holding her tight.
Poe stood back, trying not to laugh too loudly. Finn was an affectionate drunk, so he had no reason to believe his husband wouldn’t be similarly affectionate hopped up on a bunch of really good painkillers. And so far, Finn was living up to Poe’s expectations.
Rey finally managed to escape Finn’s grasp, putting a hand on his shoulder and smiling down at him. “It’s good to see you too.”
“Rey, Rey, Rey, Rey, Rey,” Finn said, shaking his head. “My good friend Rey.” Finn looked up at her earnestly. “I love you, Rey.”
“I mean it,” Finn said, all seriousness.
“I know,” Rey said, getting uncomfortable.
“And you’re mine.” Rey was starting to blush.
Rey shot him a nasty look.
Poe finally caught Finn’s attention. “Wow.” Finn looked up at his husband in wonder. “Has anyone ever told you you have the prettiest eyes? Rey,” Finn said, simultaneously reaching for Rey’s hand and pointing up at Poe, “doesn’t he have the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen?”
Poe smiled. “You think I have pretty eyes?”
“Yeah,” Finn breathed out. “The prettiest.”
Poe chuckled. “Well, thank you, buddy. I think you have nice eyes too.”
“Rey,” Finn said, turning, wide-eyed. “He thinks I have nice eyes.”
“I heard,” she said. What kinds of kriffing medicines did they give him?
“Ask him if he’s single,” Finn said to her.
Rey nearly choked. “What?”
Poe’s mouth was in pain from trying hard not to smile too wide.
“Ask him if he’s single,” Finn hissed at her, jerking his head towards Poe.
Finn’s eyes were so big and pleading, she couldn’t say no. She looked over at Poe, who was standing there trying to look innocent. She grit out, “My friend here wants to know if you’re single.”
Poe’s smile lit up his whole face. He held up his hand, where he wore a simple wedding band. “Afraid not.” He looked down at Finn. “Sorry, buddy.”
“Yeah,” Finn said, clearly disappointed. “Sorry.”
“Poe,” Rey said, even more severely. “Tell him.”
“Tell me what,” Finn asked.
Poe leaned forward. “I’m married to you, moof-milker.” He kissed the tip of Finn’s nose.
“Me,” Finn said. He looked over to Rey for confirmation. “He’s married to me? I’m married to him?”
“Unfortunately,” Rey said, glaring at Poe.
“Pretty Eyes is my husband,” Finn said, smiling. “I’m married to Pretty Eyes.”
“Beings usually call me Poe.”
“Poe,” Finn repeated. “Poe.” He looked over at Rey. “Rey, my husband’s name is Poe.”
“Yeah,” Rey said, sinking into a chair. “I heard.” She shook her head. “Seriously, what do they have him on?”
“I don’t know,” Poe said, “but I want some.”
“Hmmmm,” Finn asked, looking confused.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Poe said, moving so that he could lean up next to Finn in the bed. He kissed his husband’s hand. “We’ll tell you about it in the morning.”
“Oh,” Finn said, already starting to doze again. “So in the morning, we’re gonna get married?”
“Can Rey come,” Finn asked, his eyes already fluttering.
“Of course. She’ll stand up with you.”
“Good,” Finn said. “Want her to be there.”
“Then, she’ll be there,” Poe said.
“Love you, Pretty Eyes,” Finn whispered.
“Love you too,” Poe said, pressing a light kiss to his cheek.
Finn was out again, and the sight of Poe looking at his husband like a pining idiot was enough for Rey to forget how angry she ought to be.
For a moment, everything was quiet.
Then, Finn sat up, wide awake. “We have to plan the wedding, guys!”
Rey scrambled into a defensive posture.
Finn almost immediately fell back into a deep sleep.
“Kriff,” Poe said, “nearly gave me a heart attack.”
As Poe started pulling himself off the floor, Rey chuckled. “You deserved that.”
Poe laughed. “Probably did.” He nodded at her. “Glad to know you were ready to protect us, Rey.”
“Nerfherder,” Rey said, falling back into her chair.
“That’s Pretty Eyes to you.”
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