Star Wars (Rey/Finn/Poe)
Finn couldn’t sleep, which was entirely Poe’s fault. The bastard was restless as a sand snake, and speaking of sand, it was everywhere, including Finn’s underwear. Poe sitting up in the middle of the night to futz with his logbook was not helping.
Grumbling, Finn tried to get comfortable against the hard planes of Poe’s stomach, when he realised Poe was not actually focused on his logbook. He was staring out into the desert night with a troubled expression.
“She’ll come in when she’s ready,” Finn murmured. It had been five weeks since Kylo.