[ That's part of the reason Poe wears the ring, that reminder, that bit of hope. There aren't that many people who know what it is. Either they haven't seen it or they don't have the courage or curiosity to ask.
Poe is fine with that. It might be the gift he plans to give the right partner some time down the line, but right now--right now it's a tether, a private link to the mother the New Republic recognized as a true hero. The pilot who saved more lives than she ever would have admitted to, herself.
He doesn't think he's in love with John Sheppard--he doesn't think this is what love feels like. It's a different kind of affection, the kind of love where broken pieces match up well enough to maybe rub the sharp edges away from either side. Still broken. Less painfully so.
He gives John the reward of a moan as his belt whips free of the loops, turns his head to present ear and throat as John works his pants down slowly. He's going to have to dip into those pockets before they move to the bed--he brought a local lubricant, something that makes the skin tingle, and he's not about to waste the chance to use it.
Poe grips John's wrists tightly, not pulling, not pushing, just hanging on, hard enough to leave the possibility of a bruise. With a ghost of amusement: ] Taking your time.
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Date: 2018-01-19 06:11 am (UTC)Poe is fine with that. It might be the gift he plans to give the right partner some time down the line, but right now--right now it's a tether, a private link to the mother the New Republic recognized as a true hero. The pilot who saved more lives than she ever would have admitted to, herself.
He doesn't think he's in love with John Sheppard--he doesn't think this is what love feels like. It's a different kind of affection, the kind of love where broken pieces match up well enough to maybe rub the sharp edges away from either side. Still broken. Less painfully so.
He gives John the reward of a moan as his belt whips free of the loops, turns his head to present ear and throat as John works his pants down slowly. He's going to have to dip into those pockets before they move to the bed--he brought a local lubricant, something that makes the skin tingle, and he's not about to waste the chance to use it.
Poe grips John's wrists tightly, not pulling, not pushing, just hanging on, hard enough to leave the possibility of a bruise. With a ghost of amusement: ] Taking your time.
[ He doesn't sound bothered in the least. ]