[John slowly shuts his mouth, silenced by the look in Poe’s eyes. A sharpness he’s not used to in the easy-going pilot. An intent
It’s different, this time around. And not just because Poe is sober. Because he chose to be here, when he could be anywhere else, with anyone else. It makes a difference. It makes John shy, suddenly. If he weren’t pinned by Poe’s body to the dresser, he might try and put space between them. Find some way to position himself so he can gain his bearings, and regroup. The best he can do is look away, and remember to breathe. When he looks back again, it’s through the safety of his eyelashes.
He doesn’t know where to put his hands, but he knows what he wants to do, which is run his fingers through Poe’s hair. So he does. It feels just as good as he imagined it would. John doesn’t realize he was tense, so tense he was practically vibrating, until he relaxes into Poe.]
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[John slowly shuts his mouth, silenced by the look in Poe’s eyes. A sharpness he’s not used to in the easy-going pilot. An intent
It’s different, this time around. And not just because Poe is sober. Because he chose to be here, when he could be anywhere else, with anyone else. It makes a difference. It makes John shy, suddenly. If he weren’t pinned by Poe’s body to the dresser, he might try and put space between them. Find some way to position himself so he can gain his bearings, and regroup. The best he can do is look away, and remember to breathe. When he looks back again, it’s through the safety of his eyelashes.
He doesn’t know where to put his hands, but he knows what he wants to do, which is run his fingers through Poe’s hair. So he does. It feels just as good as he imagined it would. John doesn’t realize he was tense, so tense he was practically vibrating, until he relaxes into Poe.]
Right now... is fine. It's good.