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“I’m not ready to sleep yet,” Poe murmurs, and Finn breathes a sigh of relief. He thought he was the only one.
“Me neither,” Finn agrees, grinning hugely. “I’m still just so… excited.” He almost can’t contain himself. He feels jittery and he hasn’t wiped the smile off of his face since he woke up with it this morning. He probably looks like a complete idiot, probably has looked like a complete idiot all day, and he’s glad that now Poe can’t see him clearly in the darkness.
“Me too,” Poe replies, and Finn can hear the smile in his voice that probably matches Finn’s own stupid grin. “I just can’t believe we just got married.”
Finn blindly feels around for Poe’s hand. Poe helps him out, moving his hand towards Finn. Finn takes Poe’s ring finger in his hand and twists the wedding band on it that nearly matches his own. “Tell me about it, Mr. Dameron,” Finn teases.
“Don’t mind if I do, Mr. Dameron,” Poe says with emphasis. He frees his hand from Finn’s fingers and laces their hands together. They lie together in silence, breathing each other in. This is the first time they’ve been alone together all day, which, to Finn, seems quite contradicting to the whole idea of marriage. The silence between them is comfortable, as it always has been.
As it always will be.
Finn untangles his and Poe’s hands and moves onto Poe’s chest until they’re face to face. Their legs are tangled together, a mess of limbs at the end of their bed underneath the covers. Poe places his hands on Finn’s hips. His smile grows - if that was even possible - and he presses a chaste kiss to Finn’s lips. Finn revels in it, missing the warm feeling of Poe’s mouth on his own like they hadn’t kissed hundreds of times that day. Poe pulls away and Finn goes in for another, chasing Poe’s lips. Poe chuckles into the second kiss.
“Sorry, I have a husband,” Poe jokes after they break the kiss.
“I’m your husband, genius,” Finn laughs. I’m Poe’s husband, he thinks. He must have dreamed of this scenario a thousand, no, a million times. “Pinch me,” he says suddenly.
Poe gives him a weird look. “Why?”
“I need to make sure I’m not dreaming,” Finn replies dramatically.
“If anyone’s dreaming here, it’s me,” Poe argues. Finn blushes. It’s a wonder that even after they’ve been together for so long - no, after they’ve gotten married, Finn has to remind himself - Poe can still make his face heat up.
Finn lays his head on Poe’s chest. He hears Poe’s heart beating, feels his chest rise and fall with every breath. Poe moves his hands from Finn’s hips and wraps them around him, enveloping Finn in his warmth. Finn follows suit, snaking his arms around Poe’s shoulders. He closes his eyes, letting Poe’s heartbeat lull him to sleep.
Maybe they aren’t talking, but they’re saying everything they need to tonight.
Poe kisses Finn’s forehead and they both know they could stay here forever.