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Poe’s eyes flicker open slightly as he slowly wakes up. The weight of the night heavy on his eyelids, he struggles to keep them open at first. Their room is already lit by the sunlight coming through the broken blinds of their window. He stretches a bit, careful not to move too much, because Finn is still sleeping right next to him.
Poe rubs his eyes lazily and listens silently to the sound of the birds chirping outside. It must be still early, he doesn’t know, he didn’t check the time, but he assumes it’s around 7am-ish.
At this time of the year, the sun is already high up in the sky by the time they usually wake up. And even as early as it is, the air is already warm, too warm to cuddle probably. Poe doesn’t care, he likes feeling Finn’s body pressed against his own, even in the middle of summer.
He feels Finn breathing slowly and heavily on his neck, and Poe smiles to himself. He doesn’t know why, he can’t really explain it, but there is something deeply comforting about feeling his boyfriend asleep right next to him.
Poe moves slightly, really, really slowly, to turn around and face Finn. He wraps softly his arms around Finn’s body, and presses himself against his boyfriend. He buries his face in Finn’s chest, until all Poe smells is Finn, all he feels is Finn, the way his chest is slowly rising as he’s breathing, the soft beating of his heart. He closes his eyes.
He doesn’t know how long he stays like this, buried in Finn, snuggled up against him. Poe doesn’t move, not even slightly, not even if he feels way too warm. Finn hugs him tighter in his sleep, bringing Poe closer than he thought was possible. He can’t help but giggle softly for some reason.
He’s happy.
Poe can’t think of anyone, anything that has ever made him feel almost as good and comfortable as Finn does. Ever since they met, Poe has always known there was no one else on this earth he would want to be with. It’s Finn, it has always been Finn and it will always be him.
He wants to grow old with Finn, spend their life together retired in a small cottage, just the two of them, maybe a cat, maybe two. Poe’s unsure about a lot of things, but not about this. He knows that Finn is all he wants, and all he needs.
Poe’s skin jumps just a little bit when he feels Finn running his hand up and down his back. Just feather touches, but more than enough. He looks up, and Finn is smiling at him.
"Morning." Finn says, his voice still heavy with sleep.
Poe beams at him. "Hey."
"Sleep well ?"
"Mh," Poe nods, still smiling. "You ?"
"Yeah."
Poe goes back to his initial position, still pressed so close against Finn he feels like he could sink into him. He almost purrs when Finn starts softly running his fingers through Poe’s curls.
"Aren’t you too warm ?" Finn asks.
Now, a few years back, a question like that would have sent Poe into a spiral of anxiety and overthinking. What if Finn asks this because he’s tired of cuddling, because he wants Poe to move ? Not anymore, though, now he knows better. He knows Finn is the blunt type, and if he has something to say he’ll just say it. He doesn’t need to overthink it anymore. "Kinda, but it’s worth it. Are you ?"
"Nah, just wondering."
Poe moves so his head is resting on the pillow, facing Finn’s face instead of his chest. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at him softly, and Finn smiles at him. "You’re pretty this morning"
"Uh, how dare you," Poe smiles. "I’m pretty everyday."
Finn rolls his eyes with a grin. "Of course, babe."
Poe exaggerates a gasp. "You don’t think I’m pretty ?"
"No, I’d say you’re ethereal."
"Look at you, using such big words."
"Oh shut up, ugly."
Poe laughs. "Asshole."
"You love this asshole, though."
"Mh, sure I do." Poe’s grinning, and Finn rolls his eyes again. They get silent again, and just stare lovingly at each other. Poe always knows when he looks at Finn, that this is where he wants to be. He belongs nowhere else than with Finn. "I love you."
Finn raises his hand just slightly to gently stroke Poe’s cheek. "I love you too." he whispers.
Poe smiles like an idiot, like he’s sixteen again and Finn is his first boyfriend ever. He always feels like this with Finn, like a stupid teen in love. It feels good, it feels refreshing. Poe snuggles up against Finn again, Finn wraps his arms tightly around Poe, and kisses his head softly.
There’s so much Poe wants to say, so many things he needs to tell Finn. Every time he tries to, the words get stuck. It’s all images and sensations, and he can never find the right words to express all of his love to Finn. It’s consuming him, eating him from the inside, it’s so raw, almost ugly. But 'I love you so much it’s ugly' sounds awful though, even to Poe.
It’s okay, Poe thinks. He always needs more time to figure things out, that’s fine if this takes him some time too. He’s not in a rush, and now he knows Finn isn’t going anywhere. He’s not scared anymore.
"I love you so much." he murmurs in Finn’s chest.
"What’s up with you this morning ? You’re all cheesy and sappy." Finn teases.
Poe laughs, bright and clear, and it’s sincere. "Oh, fuck off. Tomorrow I’ll just say I hate you and that you stink."
"Back to the usual."
Poe looks up at Finn, with a false offended look on his face. With anyone else, Poe would be hurt. But not with Finn. Never with Finn. "You suck."
Finn chuckles and smiles at Poe. "I know, I’m just messing with you. I love you."
"You better, yeah." but he’s beaming like an imbecile.
Finn kisses his forehead softly, and Poe feels all warm and fuzzy inside. Stupid teen in love.
Finn kisses his cheeks, both of them, way too slowly. Poe gets tired of it (he’s an impatient !) and decides to kiss Finn softly. They’re both grinning. Stupid teens in love.
"You’re an idiot, Poe Dameron." Finn say with a genuine smile, and Poe knows it’s one of those sentences that carries so much more love than any 'i love you' ever will.
"I know." Poe smiles.
"My idiot, though."
"Yours." Poe whispers, right against Finn’s lips before kissing him again.
He rests his head back on Finn’s chest. Poe smiles, because he used to hate the sound of birds outside of his window, they’d always wake him up. He loves to hear them now, because they remind him of mornings like this. Warm summer mornings spent right next to Finn, right where he belongs.