[ whoa whoa whoa, who made her in charge all of a sudden? all she wanted was to entice her space husbands into a little frisky texting, maybe a quick venue change... now she's responsible for corrupting finn? ]
He's right. Under the table, no one will be able to see you. But if we get caught, I'm blaming Poe.
[ he's detecting a distinct lack of protest from anyone right now honestly ]
It's not that I don't want to go back yet.
[ it's part impatience, part pushing his luck because he kind of gets off on that. and it's harder to resist the temptation after he's had a few drinks ]
Unless you wanna swap places and send me under the table.
[ no, finn has the right idea. he slides under the table, rey settles in the middle of the booth, and they both sit and wait for poe to meander his way back.
should she have offered to help him carry the three drinks? maybe. but she's not going to, because she's feeling particularly petulant right now. she's just going to sit, and wait, and tug the hem of her dress up on one side, just to make it a little easier for finn. ]
If you want me to be quiet, it's that or you give me something to put in my mouth.
[ why, yes, she does save that exact statement for the second he finally decides to grace them with his presence. of course she does. ]
[ look, it might be better if he just... stays under here, because whatever the conversation has somehow turned into isn't anything he really feels prepared to voice an opinion on.
actually, he should probably just stay out of it in general, as is his normal tendency, although his attention is entirely and completely drawn away when rey coaxes up the fabric of her dress, material slipping across the slender curve of her thigh, and he smooths his fingers along her skin, partly in an attempt to soothe her.
he can't really say anything down here; the music's so loud in this place there's no way they'd be able to hear him if he did, and his hand dips from the outside of her thigh to the soft inner before slipping back out again to establish a grip and coax her to assume a perch on the very edge of the seat. ]
[ Poe can appreciate the line, and the delivery, it has him giving her a look as he slides the drinks onto the table in front of them. All three are in tall glasses, bright orange and yellow and red layered inside to make them look just as appealing as they taste, and for all of his teasing he doesn't mind them that much. Though he's not going to be paying much attention to his yet, not when he's much more concerned with sliding across the booth until he's sitting next to Rey at the back, so close that his leg's right up against hers. Definitely close enough that he can glance down and see what Finn's doing. ]
If you wanted something else in your mouth then maybe you should have been the one to go under the table.
[ That's intentional banter, sure, but there's a gleam of intent to his eyes as he says it that implies it's anything but idle teasing. It helps too that he's already sliding his arm across behind her shoulders, leaning in to kiss her as his other hand slips to her jaw, using a firm but gentle touch to guide her into it.
Not that he figures she needs much in the way of encouragement to meet him halfway. If they've built up any real frustration with the back and forth, as they often do, it comes easily to work it out with eager lips and tongues and wandering hands. He's not keeping his own to himself, he doesn't expect either of them to either. ]
[ in the day-to-day of the resistance, in front of people that see her as a jedi and a counsel to the co-generals that made the decisions, rey was stubborn, steadfast. she was difficult to push or manipulate, a steel wall when she wanted to be. few people had ever seen her be dragged into anything she didn't want to do.
but those people hadn't seen the way rey melted under the right touch, how easily pulled and pushed she was when it was the right people doing the touching. when it's finn's hands on her body coaxing her forward, she's all too willing to move, sliding towards the edge of the seat nearly at the same time, as if some part of her anticipated the request before it was ever brought to light; when it's poe's hands against her jaw, rey leans in without resistance, far too eager to be kissed to complain. ]
Next time, maybe. See if you can keep quiet when it's two against one.
[ that appeals to her a lot more than being down there by herself. she doesn't have complaint with being the one on her knees, but there's something particularly enticing about the idea of torturing poe dameron with two pairs of hands and mouths in the middle of an otherwise crowded cantina. he might be able to resist one of them, but both? she wasn't so sure. ]
[ the truth is that ultimately, they're all going to be weak to resist each other. even in spite of the bickering and the protestations, most of which happens around him without necessarily getting him involved — as if they know he'd never really engage that way because that's just not his first instinct — there's something in how they always come together that just feels electric, and for all the joking about staying quiet sometimes words just aren't necessary at all.
like now, in how he leads her to shift toward the edge of the seat with hands on the outside of her thighs before parting the slit of her dress over both of them; he doesn't need to talk at all, partly because his mouth is going to be fully occupied in a moment, but he swallows down a soft grunt when he realizes he can smell how much she wants this already, the degree of her need, something that only spikes further when poe kisses her like that, readies her further for his mouth below.
he'll start slow, though, as he leans in, sticking out his tongue to drag it against her in long, even stripes, gauging how aroused she is by the sheer taste of her before he purposefully circles the tiny bud of her clit, palms resting on the inside of her thighs to keep her from closing her knees. ]
[ It's no secret that the three of them are together, not when anyone who's curious enough to pay attention would notice the sleeping arrangements of nothing else, but the way they actually come together when it's just about them is something else. Other people don't see just how easily they melt into each other, or how eager they are to touch and be touched in turn, that this is a treasured, private refuge between the three of them. This is as public as it ever gets, and even now a casual observer would only catch half of it, at best.
Poe's grinning at Rey's suggestion, his lips still close enough to brush against hers as he chuckles, since he's just going to kiss her again before he's responding to the blatant challenge. ]
Anytime you two want to try.
[ He can already sense Finn sliding in, pressing his face between her legs, and while he's keeping one hand on Rey's jaw, a steady touch to keep her tilted toward him, his other hand drifts down to settle on the back of Finn's neck, fingertips stroking lightly across his skin. Poe's never been any good at resisting the urge to touch either of them, its even better when he can touch both of them at once and he's not about to start restraining himself now. ]
I'd say we should try it on Finn but I don't think he'd stand a chance.
[ There's as much warm affection in his tone as there is in the slow kiss that follows it. He's not sure if Finn's really listening, but even if he isn't, Poe figures he'll probably know. He's getting used to the two of them being that perceptive. ]
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He's right. Under the table, no one will be able to see you.
But if we get caught, I'm blaming Poe.
[ as per usual. ]
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It's not that I don't want to go back yet.
[ it's part impatience, part pushing his luck because he kind of gets off on that. and it's harder to resist the temptation after he's had a few drinks ]
Unless you wanna swap places and send me under the table.
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I don’t think that’d be any better for the volume.
[ especially since he has the distinct feeling that poe would find a way to get hands or mouth on both of them. which... is an idea. ]
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[ might be less reason for anyone to go under the table in that case. but rey could be selfish, in that moment, if she wanted to. ]
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[ he's not going to be the one to veto any of this ]
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[ maybe he sends it almost at the same time as poe’s message. overeager? never, why do you ask? ]
Whatever you want.
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[ let's not talk about how eager to please rey can be. this isn't about her. ]
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[ obviously he is but he's also not wrong? ]
Should I get another drink while you two try to work this out?
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[ and since he might as well just go ahead and say it: ]
When you get back, I'll be under the table.
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I'll bring three then.
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[ ""please"" ]
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[ since he's going to be occupied elsewhere. ]
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[ so bossy.
he likes it]Something obnoxiously fruity it is then.
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The ale is kind of an acquired taste.
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[ don't give him that look finn, he's not gonna start that now ]
I know it might be hard to believe, but a lot of people find that kind of thing unappealing. Not me, obviously.
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well fine. might as well get this party started, right? ]
It's not wrong at all.
I wouldn't say that you have to, but I'd like it if you did.
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should she have offered to help him carry the three drinks? maybe. but she's not going to, because she's feeling particularly petulant right now. she's just going to sit, and wait, and tug the hem of her dress up on one side, just to make it a little easier for finn. ]
If you want me to be quiet, it's that or you give me something to put in my mouth.
[ why, yes, she does save that exact statement for the second he finally decides to grace them with his presence. of course she does. ]
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actually, he should probably just stay out of it in general, as is his normal tendency, although his attention is entirely and completely drawn away when rey coaxes up the fabric of her dress, material slipping across the slender curve of her thigh, and he smooths his fingers along her skin, partly in an attempt to soothe her.
he can't really say anything down here; the music's so loud in this place there's no way they'd be able to hear him if he did, and his hand dips from the outside of her thigh to the soft inner before slipping back out again to establish a grip and coax her to assume a perch on the very edge of the seat. ]
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If you wanted something else in your mouth then maybe you should have been the one to go under the table.
[ That's intentional banter, sure, but there's a gleam of intent to his eyes as he says it that implies it's anything but idle teasing. It helps too that he's already sliding his arm across behind her shoulders, leaning in to kiss her as his other hand slips to her jaw, using a firm but gentle touch to guide her into it.
Not that he figures she needs much in the way of encouragement to meet him halfway. If they've built up any real frustration with the back and forth, as they often do, it comes easily to work it out with eager lips and tongues and wandering hands. He's not keeping his own to himself, he doesn't expect either of them to either. ]
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but those people hadn't seen the way rey melted under the right touch, how easily pulled and pushed she was when it was the right people doing the touching. when it's finn's hands on her body coaxing her forward, she's all too willing to move, sliding towards the edge of the seat nearly at the same time, as if some part of her anticipated the request before it was ever brought to light; when it's poe's hands against her jaw, rey leans in without resistance, far too eager to be kissed to complain. ]
Next time, maybe. See if you can keep quiet when it's two against one.
[ that appeals to her a lot more than being down there by herself. she doesn't have complaint with being the one on her knees, but there's something particularly enticing about the idea of torturing poe dameron with two pairs of hands and mouths in the middle of an otherwise crowded cantina. he might be able to resist one of them, but both? she wasn't so sure. ]
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like now, in how he leads her to shift toward the edge of the seat with hands on the outside of her thighs before parting the slit of her dress over both of them; he doesn't need to talk at all, partly because his mouth is going to be fully occupied in a moment, but he swallows down a soft grunt when he realizes he can smell how much she wants this already, the degree of her need, something that only spikes further when poe kisses her like that, readies her further for his mouth below.
he'll start slow, though, as he leans in, sticking out his tongue to drag it against her in long, even stripes, gauging how aroused she is by the sheer taste of her before he purposefully circles the tiny bud of her clit, palms resting on the inside of her thighs to keep her from closing her knees. ]
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Poe's grinning at Rey's suggestion, his lips still close enough to brush against hers as he chuckles, since he's just going to kiss her again before he's responding to the blatant challenge. ]
Anytime you two want to try.
[ He can already sense Finn sliding in, pressing his face between her legs, and while he's keeping one hand on Rey's jaw, a steady touch to keep her tilted toward him, his other hand drifts down to settle on the back of Finn's neck, fingertips stroking lightly across his skin. Poe's never been any good at resisting the urge to touch either of them, its even better when he can touch both of them at once and he's not about to start restraining himself now. ]
I'd say we should try it on Finn but I don't think he'd stand a chance.
[ There's as much warm affection in his tone as there is in the slow kiss that follows it. He's not sure if Finn's really listening, but even if he isn't, Poe figures he'll probably know. He's getting used to the two of them being that perceptive. ]