#pre-flight check

[justanotherhockeyfinnatic]

Going back to Cali 🛫

[whirlybirbs]

Do you still write for Poe?

“Life day.”

“Yep,” comes the cheerful, albeit strained, the response from beneath the Falcon’s main console, “Life Day.”

The Millenium Falcon has been acting up. Not to say it hadn’t always acted up — this ship was notorious for its faults which somehow made it all the more horribly wonderful. It’s hour six of repairs. 

You’re beginning to question if it’s worth it.

“Kashyyyk,” you reiterate as your hands fall along your waist and your head cocks ever-so-slightly to the side, “Kahyyyk on Life Day.”

Poe — sorry — General Dameron lets out a celebratory ‘aha!’ as he finds the pesky ignition wires in question and gives them both a good yank. From your spot above him in the cockpit, you can hear those back engines cough to life. Finally.

As Poe ambles up, you can’t help but eye him with the sort of reserved fondness he is able to worm out of you every time. His curls are in disarray and his flight suit hangs open, but there’s a glimmer of mischief in his deep brown eyes that has you shaking your head.

“You know they have spiders the size of your X-wing on Kashyyyk, right?”

As Poe begins to weave through the belly of the Falcon, you follow.

Your comment earns you a skeptical side-eye. You raise your hands.

“Just saying!”

“And all I’m saying is that Life Day is especially important to the Wookies,” Poe says as he spins on his heel and strolls backward, “And I think we owe it to Chewie to, y’know, bring him home for the holidays. We can have a little holiday ourselves. Relax. Take a load off. We just won a war.”

You purse your lips.

“...And if we get eaten by gargantuan spiders?”

Poe pauses. He wets his lips.

Then he shrugs.

"As long as I’ve had some Wookie delicacies before we die,” he grins, “Other wise, we had a good run, didn’t we?”

You snort. He muscles an arm around your shoulder.

“Whatever you say, General.”

[thatdamnokie]

“i can fly anything.”

are you a fan of the series pre-flight check, penned by the lovely @whirlybirbs​ starring the so-handsome-it-should-be-illegal oscar isaac as the one and only rebel pilot poe dameron? or should i say poe damn son

then may i present for your listening pleasure, system anomaly: a pre-flight check fanmix!

this tracklist includes aesthetic tunes, songs for specific plot points and tracks that are specific to me!punchy. reader inserts can be a bit tricky making fanmixes for, but me? exercise forethought in any instance? oh, you joker! (plus, all my writer bros are mad talented. i don’t make the rules.) but if you see yourself inside of this, excellent! if you don’t, that’s okay too! feedback is always welcome, even if it’s just being yelled at.

[whirlybirbs]

oh boyyyyyyyy our Ultimate Poe Hoe: she's back baby

✧   —   REUNITED.  ;

summary: poe is gone for a week scouting the unknown regions. punchy realizes this reunion will the first of many in the war. set pre-TFA.

pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from pre-flight check series.

warnings: some light, nostalgic angst - mostly since i’ve neglected these two and wanted you all to feel my guilt. soft “miss you”s. 

a/n: you read that right. who would have thought i’d be back, ruining you all with more of my two loves? here’s some poe + punchy for your quarantine. let me know what you think… even if it’s all caps screams. i love hearing what you guys think about these two.

“Lieutenant!”

They’re back.

You’re trading small talk with Jessika, gloved hands on the hips of your grease stained jumpsuit, when the familiar voice crosses the open hangar to greet you — the man attached to it is rushing to match Snap’s strides as they both cross the tarmac; there’s a look of worry plastered across both their faces.

You blink. Your brows knot together. This is… anything but the reunion you’d expected after Poe being gone for a weeklong mission in the Unknown Regions. 

Your head follows Snap and Poe as they move towards Command. Wordlessly, he spares you a look that says I’ll explain later. It’s apologetic.

Poe touches your arm when he passes. He draws you into his orbit, reminds you he so much of the sun to your moon, and speaks gently. Professionally. Without mush or sweetness or all the other ways he is when you’re alone.

… The way you’ve both come to act around the others. 

“After debrief,” he says, “A word, yea?”

Something’s going on.

Anxiety bites at the homes of your heart as you watch Black Leader disappear into the doors of the command center — Jessika crosses her arms tightly and chews her lip.

“I bet this is about Hueli.”

You wince. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” she sighs, rocking back on her heels, “And we could really use you in the air when we go, Punchy.”

Hueli is… a problem. 

Sheltered by a massive debris field and neighbor to a growing cosmic rift, the atmospheric dissonance is enough hide any traces of First Order activity — no body wanted to go near that planet. But, rumors had it that, recently, work had been done to map out hyperlane connecting the sector to the Perlemian trade route.

A route that the First Order was using to transport weaponry developed and manufactured on Hueli. 

Blow after blow had been dealt in the last three weeks — and with the continued growth of the First Order… anxieties surrounding their mounting power had rushed up to the surface and making moves on Hueli had been brought back up as a potential way to level the playing field.

The first problem was getting there.

Poe and Snap had headed out to scout the area. The Unknown Regions were just that: unknown. Getting a lay for the land was important — but it seems like maybe they’d found more than they were bargaining for.

You linger in the hangar. You find yourself puttering over the newly returned Black One — the T-70 X-Wing, as temperamental as it was, had a soft spot in your heart. Maybe because of the man piloting it… but also since losing your ship during the crash on Spira, you’d poured a good number of hours into the black and gold ship. 

Something to busy yourself. 

You’re checking the wing counterbalance readout’s when your hear someone approaching. 

It’s Poe.

He’s got two plates of chow in his hands; his face is soft when he spies you by his ship — and he blinks around the hangar before nearing. 

Everyone has dispersed for now. Early drills tomorrow.

It’s late. Outside, D’Qar has started to grow sleepy and the peepers have begun to sing. Wind rustles through the tall grass, and Poe juts his head towards the hangar doors.

“Hungry?”

You’re smiling at him when you nod.

You both perch yourselves on a supply crate in the mouth of the hangar; you take the plate from Poe as he settles in, huffing slightly as his shoulders brush yours and he rubs his jaw.

He nudges your knee.

“I missed you, Punchy.”

You catch his face in the moonlight. Soft and kind. The look in his eyes is so heavy and grounded you swear it makes your heart feel like it’s going to crawl out of your mouth. 

Both of your eyes dart to the hangar behind you.

Empty.

It’s the first of these moments in your relationship — him, being gone or… vice versa. Being brought back together after one hundred sixty eight hours. 

It’s awkward. Disjointed. Weird.

Until he kisses you.

It’s Poe’s hands that find your jaw. His noodle dinner forgotten on the crate beside him, he laughs when you make a small sound of shock and juggle your own; you lean up, catching his mouth in a greedy little lovebite as he sighs. His stubble tickles and the kiss lasts a few long, wonderful moments. 

Moments you’d missed more than you’d realized.

When he pulls away, he can’t help but press another to your lips. Then one to your cheek. Then to your temple. 

“Gods,” you rumble, trying to hide the prick of something misty and sentimental threatening to spill over from your eyes, “It’s like you haven’t seen me in a week —”

Poe snorts, unashamed of his rekindled affection. “Yeah, well, it was a long time — longer than I’m used to, y’know.”

You waggle your fork his way. “It was quiet here without you.”

“Oh, good,” he chides, “I’m glad my absence brings you inner peace.”

“Shut up,” you laugh lightly, nudging him with your arm. Your chin falls to perch along his left shoulder, “You know what I mean.”

Poe forks a pile of noodles into his mouth. He makes a regretful sound. They’re hot. Really hot. He blows hot air out of his mouth before chewing and swallowing painfully. He rasps out a croak.

“Sure — I get it, use me for my good looks…”

“Oh, the humanity,” you lean back against the crate and blow on your noodles, “You know I like you for more than your good looks.”

He raises a single brow and sucks his teeth at the suggestion. “Oh, yea?”

“Maybe not your flying but —”

Poe guffaws at that jab. He’s chuckling when he drops his head and forks his dinner again. He’s quiet for a bit, smiling as he nods and watches you with an enamored sort of look that has you squirming in the best of ways. 

His lashes kiss his cheeks when he blinks. He speaks softly.

“I did miss you. A lot.”

Your smile melts into something less playful. You turn and let your eyes roam his face. 

“I missed you, too, Poe,” you nearly whisper, “I was worried.”

His eyes fall. When he speaks, his voice is anchored into the deep end of anxiety — the words are ones you don’t want to hear… But coming from Poe, the ever optimist, you know they’re going to shape how the rest of the next few weeks will go.

“Hueli… is worse than we thought.”

You reach for his hand. And you squeeze.

He squeezes back, and for now, it’s just the two of you under the stars.

[whirlybirbs]

basorexia - the overwhelming desire to kiss w/ poe and punchy

✧   —   EMPTY HANGAR.  ;

summary: poe and punchy are bad at keeping their feelings hidden.

pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from pre-flight check series.

warnings: sappy, soft and romantic. have i mentioned they’re in love?

a/n: hehehehhehehe, oops. let them! sneak off! and make out! i am rereading the poe dameron comics and really collecting a lot of good screenshots of our boy. loving sigh. anyways, maybe some make-out’s are in our near future. ;-)

It’s nights like these that Poe wishes he could remember forever.

He wonders, in the quieter moments of the old war, if his parents had moments like this — if they lingered outside the base’s cantina after closing with their friends. If they hung onto those last moments before breaking for the night, just enjoying a group of people tied together by laughter and easy smiles and bliss from the warm summer air dancing around them. 

He hopes they did. He hopes his father back home remembers them the way Poe wishes he could remember this when he’s old and tired.

(Does Kes remember his wife smiling like starlight? Laughing at nothing and... happy? Does Kes remember the way Shara caught his eye, or the way they felt like there was no one else around them? Did the world fall away, and did they have all that love to themselves?)

There’s anticipation crackling deep in his chest now, and even though it’s warm, Poe’s bouncing like he’s fighting off a chill.

Black Leader muscles his hands into his jacket pockets and widens his stance, listening happily to L’ulo and Snap trade jabs — the whole squadron hangs on the lighthearted ribbing, grinning and mulling about. All with no rush to leave. 

Poe isn’t really paying attention to the conversation — more so you, and the way you’re smiling at him like he’s the only person here. Under the stars, you look beautiful; bathed in moonlight and every bit the other half of his heart. It feels stupid to be so gobsmacked by the sight of you like this all of a sudden... But he can’t help it. 

Maybe it’s rose colored glasses. Maybe it’s the hope that when the war is done and the First Order is snuffed out, nights like this can be a regular. 

You grin. Your eyes narrow a bit at his stance — questioning it amusedly — and Poe’s grin splits wider. You didn’t think it possible, but... The sight of it is like a punch to the chest. It kicks your heart into a giddy swell. He’s handsome.

Very handsome.

Poe shrugs, and you roll your eyes, and the silent conversation between you both is suddenly caught by Karé. 

Karé catches the slow jut of a jaw — Poe’s eyes are alight with something mischievous when he blinks towards the empty hangar where their ships reside. Karé sees you then drop your smile to the ground and toe the dirt. 

Then you wink at him.

A wink...?

... Oh.

Oh

Oh my god.

You’re not paying attention to the fact Karé is gripping Snap’s sleeve in pure shock because you’re too busy thinking about how much you want to kiss Commander Poe Dameron.

And Poe’s just as lost in the thought as you are.

"Alright,” Karé says slowly playing off her sudden realization that Snap is right, he’s so, so, so right about you and Poe, “I think it best we call it a night, huh?”

Snap’s hand squeezes hers. He sees it when Karé wrings his wrist — the pilot wets his lips and drops his head. He coughs, then smiles. He knew it.

“S’ gettin’ late.”

“Yeah,” Poe pushes from his stance. His gaze finally pulls from you as he sighs, “It is. Early morning tomorrow, too.”

A round of groans fleets around the squadron. 

“In fact... I think I might run a quick diagnostic on my engine —”

“You, uh,” you pipe up, “You want a hand? Just for a bit...”

“Oh,” a high sound, “I mean it’s late... You don’t have to —”

You wave it off with a laugh. “No, really — I’ll be quick.”

Karé hates how bad you two are at this. She’s torn between wanting to smack Snap out of sheer joy and laugh at Poe’s attempt to seem nonchalant. 

Poe’s voice is slow. “Sure, Punch. Thanks... That’d be great.”

A shrug. You can hardly look away from him. 

Gods, you’re beautiful. Poe straightens himself up a bit and swallows down his lovesick look. He rubs the back of his head as the group begins to disperse... 

“Alright, uh, ‘night everyone.”

“Night, Poe.”

“Night, Punch,” Karé shoots you a wink, “Get some shut eye, yea?”

You nearly choke.

“You got it, Karé.”

[whirlybirbs]

Stumbling across Pre-Flight Check and Post-Flight Debrief when I was stressed and needed some cope reading like 6ish months ago was the best thing I’ve ever done. It brought me here! I love your writing and I’ve grown so attached to every story and character you’ve made. Checking in on here each day has been burned into my schedule and I can’t imagine stopping. So seeing you go back to the story that introduced to your blog makes me so happy like I’m going soft in this chili’s tonight I SWEAR-

✧   —   BEHIND-THE-SCENES.  ;

summary: poe and snap catch up. the wampa in the room is dodged.

pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from pre-flight check series.

warnings: just poe staring lovingly at punchy from across the cantina.

a/n: it’s about time someone started asking questions, don’t you think? after all, every starpilot romance is destined to have a rocky take-off... or is it? anyways, enjoy me doing some dialogue work for poe as a warm up :-)

“So... You and the Lieutenant...?”

Snap has been one of Poe’s closest friends for as long as he can remember. 

It’s not to say the rest of squadron isn’t equally as important to the flight leader —  in fact, Poe Dameron would lay his life on the line for any of Black Squadron. All of them are his friends; people who he wouldn’t be able to live without, but Snap and Poe... 

They got along easy. Natural. Bonded over having rebel parents and being in this fight long before they ever joined the Resistance. It just made sense that they’d be this close, chattering over nothing and everything over warm beers in the base’s cantina. 

Poe, swigging his drink, casts Snap a look.

(It’s one he’s been working on. Hiding your relationship was just the smart thing to do. If it wasn’t the regs, then it was the rumors and... you both wanted to spare each other from the run-around as much as you could. The only problem is that the sheer mention of you is enough to light up his face, and Poe Dameron is a terrible liar.) 

Immediately, the bearded man to Poe’s left raises his hands. “Listen — I think it’s nice, y’know... I’m happy for you.”

“It’s nothing, Snap,” Poe says, leaning back, “Really.”

Snap narrows his eyes. “Poe.”

“I’m serious!” a high and tight laugh, “Really, it’s, uh — we’re just friends.” 

“I know you and Punchy smoothed over whatever was going on between you but...” Snap raises a brow, “You’ve been staring. All night. You don’t stare at me like that. And I’m you’re friend, too.”

“What, do you want me to? Stare at you, I mean?”

“I’m just sayin’ —”

Poe’s gaze reflexively jumps back to you and your spot across the bar; you’re chattering with the girls, enveloped in some sort fo rowdy conversation that carries laughter up and over the music. Even under the scrutiny of Snap, Poe can’t help the way his features soften at the sight of you —  you’re all cozied up between Jessika and Karé, sipping your own drink and watching the game of cards play out on the table in-front of you.

“See.”

Snap shoulders Poe.

“See what?”

Snap rolls his eyes. “I know that look, Poe.”

“What look?” he nearly cries, laughing painfully, “She’s great and all, but —”

“But, what?” Snap leans on his elbow, jutting his chin your way, “It’s against regulation? Because I know it’s not hard feelings. Those went away a while ago. Before Spira.”

That shuts Poe up — the uncomfortable silence is enough to let Snap know he’s right, and the pilot just shrugs. It’s clearly a point of tension, but whatever is going on behind the scenes has left both his Commander and his Lieutenant in particularly good moods. Snap really can’t say he’s complaining.

Or that he blames Poe. 

When him and Karé had first gotten together, there was plenty of word following them around. And they were the same rank. Snap knows his friend’s hesitation lays within the potential difficulty of violating the New Republic Navy’s fraternization rule... 

“Alright, alright,” Snap eases up, “I don’t wanna wring it outta you. But, if you ever wanna talk about it... y’know — off the books and not here...”

Poe’s smile oozes thanks and kindness. 

“I know, Snap.”

“Yeah,” a slap to the arm, “You do.”

[whirlybirbs]

“you are doing that cute thing again...” with punchy and poe!!

– look

summary: you and poe kissed. now, you’re… giddy.pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from this series.a/n: they’re gonna be grossly sappy and we all know it

Poe, arms crossed and trying his best to focus on the holo-projection before him, swallows down his self-composure before stealing one more look your way.

Through the glowing orb projections gently careening around the room, you stand out like a nova-cluster. Bathed in blue, your own attention is turned to the plot of the Unknown Region and Leia’s words about the fueling station the First Order has commandeered. His own attention should be on the same thing – but, instead, he’s busy staring at you and watching you fuss with your bottom lip as you listen.

Jessika leans to whisper something to you mid-debrief, prompting you to nod – in the sea of the Resistance Starfighter Corp pilots gathered, you’re like the sun. Warm and bright and beautiful and Poe watches intently as you lean back in your seat, cross your legs, and chew your lip.

It’s funny to think that last night he was kissing those same lips. 

Poe clears his throat, dropping his hands to his waist as Leia catches his eyes – she moves through the room like early morning fog on the lakes outside. Her controlled, yet pointed, look in his direction prompts the commander to shift on his feet and drop his gaze in a quiet apology.

And still, the debrief rolls on. 

“That being said,” Leia finally concludes, waving one gilded hand towards Poe, “Commander Dameron will run through the mission schematics for each of your fleets. Flight Commanders, pay close attention. You will be responsible for debriefing your own squadrons before scheduled departure tomorrow morning at 0900.”

You can’t help but feel… giddy. 

Poe steps forward and runs a hand over his jaw and you catch his eyes, then – his words die into a cough as he tears his eyes away from your smile. 

Focus. 

You’re not – your attention is turned towards him, now, and the way he begins to weave through the pale blue infographic orbiting the room. His fingers gesture to cluster of cosmic cloud and the room spins in a glimmer of galactic mapping. He’s got on hand on his hip as he talks, voice warm and low, and the other gestures quickly to the flight plans highlighted by BB-8′s projection. 

Jessika Pava steals a glance towards you, noting the softness in your face. 

She shoves your knee with her own.

You blink.

Her brows knot, chin jutting in gesture to Poe as if to ask: what’s the deal? 

You just make a face, as if you don’t understand the question. 

After the debrief breaks, you make yourself scarce. 

Poe finds you in hangar, puttering around his X-Wing. You’re running diagnostics it looks like, pacing around the ship with a hefty data-pad in your hand and brows set in concentration. And again, your lip is pulled between your index and your thumb in worry. 

“You’re doing it again –” he calls out, voice echoing a bit in the empty hangar, “That cute thing.”

Your face brightens substantially when he rounds the bow, ducking a bit to move under the belly of the T-70. You swagger a bit, quirking a brow and tucking the data-pad under your arm. 

“What cute thing?” 

Poe mimics you, pulling his lip and grinning all the while.

You laugh then, shoving him gently and moving around him to go and work on the other side the ship; he follows, lingering behind you as you lean up on your toes to tap your hand to the access panel by the rear engine. 

As you lean, Poe’s hands find your sides – you make a small sound of surprise, breath leaving you suddenly as Poe spins you about. His eyes are darting around the hangar, happily finding it empty, as his nose brushes yours. 

You snort a little, eyes roaming his face in delighted awe at the sudden display of public affection – albeit it in an empty hangar, hidden behind the left flank of his ship from prying eyes.  

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re asking now?”

He laughs, quiet and low, as he ducks his eyes. His lashes kiss his cheeks.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he mumbles, leaning in to chase you as you lean away – coyly, you snake out of his grip and laugh.

“Well,” you chirp, “Think about me a little more – I’m busy.”

The corner of his mouth quirks, head tilting in challenge as you press your lips tightly together and shrug one shoulder, turning back to your data-pad.

"Fine!” he cries suddenly, raising his hands in the air. “Fine.”

“Fine,” you nod, amusement painting your cheeks.

“Fine!” he says again, weaving under the X-Wing, “I’ll… let you finish up.”

“Mhm,” you nod again, noting his visibly ecstatic frustration, “And I’ll come by later.”

His face brightens. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay.”

“Fine?”

“Fine.”

He steals another look over his shoulder as he swaggers out of the hangar, grin huge – and you can barely focus on the rest of the repairs as you rush to finish up. 

[whirlybirbs]

“you’re my favorite person in the world” with punchy + poe?

-- OOP THERE IT IS

summary: THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISS.pairing: poe dameron x punchy!reader, from this seriesa/n: oh this is emo

You avoid him for five days after the bitter exchange in the hangar.

Five whole, terrible days where Poe is left to figure out that he, officially, can’t just... function without you in his life. He’s a mess. Moody and angry and a little lost.

The five days also are enough time for him to finally work out that he is the world’s biggest, bantha-headed dumb-ass. Snap and L’ulo and Oddy had been kind enough to remind him plenty the night before, when he regaled them with his current dilemma of having feelings for his Lt. 

And now, Poe is rooted outside your door at 0128 hours, worried fussing with his hands. 

He knocked a handful of moments ago, throwing his caution to the wind and deciding he needs to do something -- because war is very much on the horizon and he’s been enough of an idiot for this long. He can’t ignore it anymore. It’s... it’s just not possible.

You buzz the door open with a peeved look on your face.

(He ignores the over-sized t-shirt and lack of bottoms; he has to. His heart is -- he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t just... focus.)

“What do you want...?”

“Can... Can we talk?”

Your gut sinks. You wonder if this is it -- if he’s finally worked it through and figured out your feelings for him and he’s here to cut it short before you’ve able to let it die. You wonder if tonight is the night Poe Dameron is finally going cut through your heartstrings with an apology and a smile.

You don’t say anything, just let him come into your room. Immediately, you can see the tiredness on his face; you chew the inside of your lip and settle on the edge of your bed. 

“So?”

Poe swallows.

And it just rushes out.

“You’re my favorite person in the world.”

Your brows knot and Poe can see you blink in the light of the dim lamp on your nightstand. You’re about to say something -- about to open your mouth and question him, but he keeps going.

“You are... important to me. And I care about you. You’re... You’re my Lieutenant, but you’re also my friend.”

You narrow your eyes, heart stinging.

“I’m... I’m confused,” you laugh sharply, upset pointing your words.

“I... I always think like that -- those things... I’m realizing now that I have been an idiot and those things... they’re not bad things.”

“Poe,” you breathe, rubbing your nose, “If all of this is just about wanting to stay friends, then just say that, please.”

His whole face falls.

“No, no no no,” he rushes out, waving his hands quickly as he steps forward, whining a bit, “That’s the -- damn it, Punchy, that’s the exact opposite of what I’m trying to say right now.”

Your head snaps up.

“... What?”

He deflates in relief. “Yes!”

“No -- I... What?”

“You’re my friend and I care about you and you’re my Lieutenant, but that doesn’t negate the fact I’ve been thinking about kissing you for weeks and it’s driving me up the damn wall --”

His words trail off, eyes stuck to you on the edge of your bed looking like you’re about to get up and run. Poe, suddenly, realizes that maybe he made a mistake. Maybe this whole thing was a big mistake. And... well. Now, he’s freaking out.

“I’m sorry --”

“N-No --”

“You’re... No, I am sorry, this is... I shouldn’t have -- it’s late.”

“Shut up,” you breathe, standing and shaking your head, “God, Poe, just shut up.”

And you kiss him. 

You kiss him like you’ve wanted to for a long time now -- your fingers creep into the curls at the base of his neck as your other hand holds his jaw. It’s the kind of kiss that works an immediate reaction out of Poe, who in a desperate attempt to catch his breath, pulls away and speaks:

“Is -- I’m just...? Is this okay...?” he manages to mumble before you drag him back in, lips pressing contently to yours as you grin, arms slung around his neck as his hands find your waist. He kneads your hips, hands leaving burning trails under your sleepwear. 

His trail a bit higher as he bites at your lip, thumb sweeping against your ribs and earning a muttered whine. 

“Careful --”

“Sorry --”

It’s you who pulls away this time, nose touching his, as you try and catch your breath, swallowing slowly. “What about --”

“Forget the fraternization article,” he pleads, lips moving to sweep across your cheeks as his hands find your cheeks and he holds your face, “Just for right now, alright? A-And -- and when I’m done kissing you, we’ll figure it out. But, I have some time I need to make up for.”

Poe smothers your airy laugh with another kiss. And another. 

And another.