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One year later…
“Okay, but all I’m saying is that I’m the one who actually has some training in this and you’re the one who,” Finn shrugged, motioning vaguely with his hands, “I don’t know, toppled friendly governments or something?”
“That is really not what I did with the CIA,” Poe said, shaking his head.
“Oh really? You gonna tell me what you did, then?”
“Can’t. Classified,” Poe said with a wink.
“Exactly,” Finn said, “Which is why I’m sticking to my toppling friendly governments theory.”
Poe let out a sigh. “Aaaaaaaanyway, I believe you were ramping up to something, Finnigan?”
“Oh, the last name. Things are getting serious now.”
“Yeah, they are because we’re supposed to walk into this meeting in ten minutes and you’re busy fabricating stories about what I did from 2009 to 2013.”
Finn laughed, “Okay, fine. What I was gonna say is while I think that 90% of our pitch is spot on, there’s that last bit that I’m not happy with. I think that it would be smarter for the company to consider taking a more specialized approach in terms of the equipment. The cheapest stuff in the industry is coming from China and as a result, the standard practices regarding broken or old equipment is changing and…”
Poe listened to Finn, already knowing he was going to go along with Finn’s plan, but so in awe of how smart and self-assured the other man was. Bringing Finn in as the fourth partner at Black Squadron had been one of the best decisions of Poe’s life.
Especially considering that Finn made the decision for me, he mused.
“Poe? Earth to Poe?” Finn was snapping his fingers in Poe’s face. “You with me?”
“Yeah, sorry, buddy. Zoned out there for a minute.”
“So glad you’re listening, Poe.”
“No, sorry, Finn. I think you’re right, but…” He bit his lip.
“Don’t worry, I can take the lead in the meeting.”
“Thanks,” Poe said.
# # # #
Ninety minutes later, they walked out and Finn let out a loud whoop. “YEAH!” He turned to Poe, “Did you see that?”
Poe was beaming. “I saw it, buddy.” He wrapped an arm around Finn. “You were amazing in there.”
“We are gonna save the hell out of this company,” Finn said, yanking his tie off.
“Yes, we are,” Poe said, walking up to his mustang in the parking lot. He pulled off his suit jacket and threw it in the backseat. “Oh, is it okay if we take a detour on the way to dinner?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
Poe smiled. “Oh nothing. Just a new client that I thought we could work in.”
“New client,” Finn asked, slipping into the car. “Jess didn’t mention anything…”
“No, this is a…well, it’s a couple of old friends and I’d be doing them a personal favor,” Poe said. “Is that okay? It really shouldn’t take long.”
“Sure,” Finn said, leaning back and loving the sound of the engine purring.
“Great,” Poe said, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards Old Highway One.
# # # #
It hadn’t taken Finn long to figure out where they were going, but he decided to play along with Poe, who kept shooting him excited glances during the drive. Finally, after about an hour, Finn huffed out, “Poe, do you want me to pretend to be surprised or not?”
Poe laughed. “Well, there was no other way to get you out here, unless I wanted to blindfold you.”
“Thanks for not doing that.”
“Yeah, I try not to blindfold my boyfriend, if I can help it.”
“Unless he asks you to, that is.”
Poe turned several shades of red at that, and Finn wore a very pleased smile as they headed up a gravel driveway. Finn chuckled.
Poe parked the car just as Maz and Ackmena came out onto the porch. “Hello,” Maz said, waving. “How are our two favorite young gentlemen doing?”
“We’re doing great, Maz,” Finn said. “How are you?”
“We’re old and crabby and we live where the cell reception sucks,” Ackmena said.
“So, you’re doing great,” Poe asked.
“Yes, we are,” Ackmena said with a smile. “Now, come on, get up here already so we can see you! It’s been far too long.”
They came up onto the porch where Maz and Ackmena looked them over. “You look good,” Maz finally said.
“Thanks,” Poe said. “Does that mean we can come in?”
“So pushy,” Maz said, opening the door, “but I figure it won’t do to leave you out on the porch all night.”
As Finn walked in the door, he gasped. The living room lights were out, but the space was lit by hundreds of candles, and Rey, Jess, Snap, and several of their other friends were standing around the edges of the room. “Poe,” Finn asked, turning back towards his boyfriend.
Poe swallowed. He looked nervous. “Uh, Finn, as you might have guessed, we’re not having dinner with Rey and Jess tonight.”
“Well, you actually are, just not at that fancy sushi place,” Jess said.
“Jess,” Rey slapped her girlfriend’s arm. “Let Poe do this.”
“Oh yeah. Right. Sorry, Poe.”
Everyone laughed.
“Um, anyway, the reason I brought you out here with all our friends was so that I could,” he knelt down, “ask you to marry me?” Poe held out a small box with two plain platinum bands in it.
“Kriff,” Finn said. He looked around the room in shock.
“Uh, Finn?”
“Oh yeah,” Finn said, suddenly remembering that Poe was waiting on his answer. “Yes! Of course, yes!” He reached down to pull Poe up into a kiss.
Everyone was clapping and cheering, and suddenly there was music playing and people were hugging them.
“Thanks for kidnapping me a year ago,” Finn whispered into Poe’s ear.
“Anytime, buddy. Anytime.”
# # # #
“Okay,” Finn said, slipping into the bed and looking around the room. “How in the hell did you talk Maz and Ackmena into letting us stay here tonight?”
“Are you kidding? When I told them I wanted to propose, they insisted!”
Finn laughed and shook his head. There had been so much food and champagne and music and dancing and… Finn couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so happy.
He held up his left hand and looked at the band there. So much has happened in the last year. He sighed.
“You okay?”
“Just really happy, you know?”
“Yeah, I do,” Poe said.
Finn took a deep breath and sat up. “But Poe, there is one thing.”
Poe sat up. “What is it?”
Finn’s tone was serious. “Well, I know I said yes to the proposal, but there’s actually a problem.”
“What,” Poe whispered. His eyes were huge with worry.
“Well, you see, I don’t think I’m going to be able to marry you…”
“Finn,” Poe’s voice broke.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to marry you…until you do one thing for me.”
“What? Anything?”
“Well, you see, about a year ago, I was walking in the park when this guy playing Frisbee destroyed my waffle cone full of Rocky Road, and he never did buy me a replacement.”
Poe sucked in a breath before reaching over and playfully pushing Finn. “Don’t scare me like that!”
Finn burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you were in the CIA! Seriously, Dameron, you fell for that?”
“Oh,” Poe said, grabbing his fiancée and rolling them so that he had Finn pinned down, “you are so gonna pay for that!”
“I’m still waiting for my Rocky Road, dear.”
“I’ll show you Rocky Road,” Poe muttered, leaning in to nuzzle at Finn’s neck.
# # # #
Three months later, at their wedding reception, Poe made sure that the first course of the meal was a generous helping of Rocky Road.