You… [Those eyes. Those lips. That smile. John’s mind goes blank. Whatever he was going to say, it wasn’t that important. Not in comparison to the vice of Poe’s fingers around his wrist, and the way he feels right now. Scared, but safe. Anxious, but alive. Alone, but… Not alone. He doesn’t feel alone.]
I could push you out of an air-lock.
[John’s smile, his real smile, not the smile he wears for everyone’s benefit but his own, is just as scarred as the rest of him. Faded and fragile. A little shy. A lot shy, upon closer inspection. John’s armor is carefully crafted, but Poe’s assault is relentless. Layer after layer stripped away until he’s wearing nothing but skin.
Maybe that’s why John feels so light. Why he can laugh, even though he still feels like he could cry, and almost does both at the same time. His chest rises and falls steeply with something between a chuckle and a sob, and the truth is somewhere in between.]
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I could push you out of an air-lock.
[John’s smile, his real smile, not the smile he wears for everyone’s benefit but his own, is just as scarred as the rest of him. Faded and fragile. A little shy. A lot shy, upon closer inspection. John’s armor is carefully crafted, but Poe’s assault is relentless. Layer after layer stripped away until he’s wearing nothing but skin.
Maybe that’s why John feels so light. Why he can laugh, even though he still feels like he could cry, and almost does both at the same time. His chest rises and falls steeply with something between a chuckle and a sob, and the truth is somewhere in between.]
You’d deserve it.