[ Poe laughs quietly. He's not sure what he was expecting, but somehow it wasn't that. Up comes the soap and wash cloth. He smooths the former over the back of John's neck, down his shoulders, lathering John's skin, then goes over the spots again with the cloth, wiping John clean. He'll get to the man's hair, but for now he's focused on John's body, on gently scrubbing everywhere he can reach.
He can't remember the last time he did something like this. If he's ever done something like this. From the Naval Academy to the Navy to D'Qar and the Resistance, it was always quick showers or a round with the sonics and go. Maybe the closest he's ever come was swimming in the rivers and ponds on Yavin with a girl he liked when he was sixteen. Sitting in the shallows side by side, shoulders touching, like that alone was magic.
This feels the same. Poe kisses the back of John's neck and rests his chin on John's shoulder. ]
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He can't remember the last time he did something like this. If he's ever done something like this. From the Naval Academy to the Navy to D'Qar and the Resistance, it was always quick showers or a round with the sonics and go. Maybe the closest he's ever come was swimming in the rivers and ponds on Yavin with a girl he liked when he was sixteen. Sitting in the shallows side by side, shoulders touching, like that alone was magic.
This feels the same. Poe kisses the back of John's neck and rests his chin on John's shoulder. ]
Guess we'll have to stay in 'til you can.