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Poe stepped out of the shower after he cleaned the blood off of his chest and hand. The coolness of the water had been refreshing. However, he didn’t enjoy looking or feeling the scars that littered his body. He kept his eyes either facing forward or closed tightly during the whole duration of the shower. Poe managed to clean himself up to the best of his ability as he placed on some boxers and a white t-shirt that Finn had brought in while Poe was in the shower.
The Resistance General headed out of the fresher to find Finn on their bed with the comforter and sheets overturned. He smiled when he saw Poe approach. Poe looked and saw that Finn had all of the medical supplies that they kept in their room spread out in front of him. “Feel better?”
“Much,” responded Poe as he crept over to Finn and sat on the bed beside him. “What’s all this? It looks like you’re going to preform a dissection or something.”
Finn chuckled as he shook his head stubbornly. “Definitely not. I just want to make sure those gashes don’t get infected. They’re pretty deep,” he commented as he motioned to what he had in front of him. “Trust me enough?”
“I trust you more than I trust myself,” replied Poe honestly as he stretched out his hand to Finn. It had stopped bleeding during the shower and he had done his best to wash off the dried blood. However, there was only so much he could do without looking at it.
Finn began to stretch out his hand and took Poe’s hand in his. He used some alcohol wipes to clean it once again with Poe shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His jaw was set and his eyes reflected pain as Finn tried to be as thorough as possible. “The hard part is done,” murmured Finn as he started to wrap some gauze around the wound and then some cloth as a bandage. “You know, the last time I patched a wound with this type of bandage it a blaster wound.”
Poe nodded slowly. “That was when I was shot, right?” Sometimes events became jumbled thanks to his now heightened awareness. Dr. Firn had told him that it wasn’t uncommon for someone like Poe to have hyper vigilance and that could make events that he experienced feel like they were happening all over again. Add that with a dose of dissociation and it could be a dangerous combination.
Finn nodded in agreement as he tucked the bandage against Poe’s arm so that it would stay. “Yep, that’s right. You fought in that battle with an injured arm and still was the best pilot there, in my opinion.” Finn lifted Poe’s bandaged hand to his mouth as he peppered it with gentle kisses. “My strong boyfriend.”
Poe managed a tiny smile. “You really think so?”
“I know so.” Finn released Poe’s hand as he tried to clean up the supplies to the best of his ability. He then looked at the time. “You know I should probably get ready for those meetings that I have.”
Poe looked down in as much of a pout as he could muster. “Do you have to?”
Finn sighed as he tipped his head to and fro. “Hmmm, I suppose that I could maybe be persuaded to stay. You know, for a price,” he started with a glimmer of mischief lighting in his gaze.
Poe knew that they hadn’t been as intimate as either one of them would have liked. It was just too much for Poe right now. The feel of Finn against him—the sounds, the movements—all usually triggered painful and overwhelming memories. Poe felt bad that every time they tried, he failed at it. Finn had always been patient with him, but Poe was waiting for the day when Finn couldn’t wait and would have to find compatibility elsewhere.
However, before Poe could think about coming up with an excuse, Finn sweetly nuzzled Poe’s neck as he gingerly began lowering both of them down onto the bed. He pulled up the covers over both of them before pulling Poe close so that he could bury his head into the back of Poe’s neck. He had one arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close while the other lifted to almost run this thumb gingerly against Poe’s cheek.
“You just want to cuddle,” Poe asked as he felt a weight seem to lift from his shoulders.
Finn nodded as he murmured against Poe. “There’s nothing better than cuddling with you. Until you’re comfortable with more, this is perfect for me.”
Poe felt himself relax against Finn as his gentle breath and soft caressing helped him relax into a deep slumber.