Your Arms Are My Only Safe Place

Your arms are my only safe place

Summary:

Since their first embrace on their reunion, Finn has never been able to forget the warmth of Poe's arms.

Notes:

This ship has always had something of the Holy Grail for me, so this is my first fanfic about them, bear with me, I'm still figuring out their personalities a bit. I hope I did them justice.

On AO3

Rating G - 929 words

As he sees an X-Wing land on the busy runway, Finn starts to run. He stops as the canopy opens and a pilot with a familiar silhouette comes down. The helmet prevented him from recognizing him, and Finn stood there watching until he was jostled by BB-8, who pushed past him and rolled toward the pilot at full speed. 

The pilot took off his helmet and Finn's heart began to beat faster. 

It was Poe! 

Poe rushed towards BB-8 and suddenly looked up and saw Finn.  

He looked as stunned as Finn who had started running again and exclaimed, "Poe, Poe Dameron!" 

They ran toward each other and embraced. 

"You're alive!" 

"So are you!" 

"What happened to you?" 

They interrupted each other, questions rushing in with the joy of reunion. 

Then Poe moved back, too quickly for Finn's taste and asked, "What happened? I was thrown from the crash, I woke up at night, no you, no ship, nothing." 

Poe looked over at BB-8 who beeped something then turned to Finn. 

"BB-8 says you saved him." 

Finn shook his head, "No, no, no. It wasn't just me." 

Poe put his hand on Finn's shoulder and said with a big, genuine smile, "You completed my mission, Finn." then paused, looking puzzled, "That's my jacket?" 

Finn, embarrassed, hurried to take it off, but Poe stopped him, "No, no, no. Keep it. It suits you." then he added in a softened tone, "You're a good man, Finn." 

And those words were as comforting as the embrace of their reunion. 

Thinking of that day, Finn instinctively pulled Poe's jacket tighter around him. Ever since that day, it had been like an extension of Poe's arms around him. The memory of the day Poe had told him he was a good man.

The way Poe had looked at him, the words he had spoken, had been like an extension of that hug, leaving a warmth in Finn that he craved after.

This kind of touch was foreign to him and he had not expected the multitude of sensations that had overwhelmed him after.

And especially not this warmth.

There had been others hugs after the first one.

Comrade hugs.

Co-general's hugs.

Friends' hugs.

Lovers' hugs.

From then on, hugs had taken on a different meaning for Finn, who also knew that no other hugs would be as important as the ones Poe offered him without restriction.

Nothing was better for Finn than Poe's arms wrapped around him, locking him in an enclosed space filled with warmth. 

Probably one of the safest places in the world for Finn.

No matter the time, no matter the place, and no matter the way, the embrace of Poe's arms had the power to stop the world for Finn. Just like that day in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the rebel base.

From the moment Poe had embraced him, it had been just him and Poe, Poe and him.

And the time which passed had not changed anything there.

The sensations were always the same, even stronger, because they were nourished by the love which they shared from now on.

There wasn't a night when he didn't fall asleep or wake up in his lover's warm, loving embrace.

Before Poe, Finn never stayed in bed longer than the time he needed to rest. It was a habit ingrained in his training as a Storm Trooper from an early age.

A habit that had persisted long after he had deserted.

But Poe had changed everything, even his nights.

Because now Finn had a reason to let his nights linger.

Because of the man who shared them and who was currently watching him walk out of the bathroom on their bed wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, his hair wet from the shower he had just had. Poe, who looked at him with so much warmth in his eyes.

They gazed at each other for a few seconds in silence and then, as always, Poe straightened up a little and lifted the comforter, a sign for Finn to join him.

Finn slipped under it and pressed himself against Poe, the fear of being too clingy long gone because Finn knew that Poe loved to hug as much as Finn loved to receive hugs.

Reciprocity and complementarity.

Poe closed his arms around Finn and gently kissed the back of his neck as Finn let out a contented sigh and then whispered, "I'm home."

Poe must have heard him because he tightened his arms around him and replied, "Welcome home."

After a moment of silence, Finn murmured softly, "Poe."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Poe made Finn turn in his arms and Finn could see the same smile on his face from the day he told him he was a good man as he replied, "I don't know the reason for that spontaneous declaration, but you know I love you too."

Finn pressed a kiss to his chest and replied, "I don't need any particular reason, I just wanted to say it," then he buried his face in Poe's neck breathing in that oh-so-familiar, comforting scent.

Then Finn put his arms around Poe's waist and held him just as tight. Just like in their first embrace.

Poe reached out his hand to turn off the light. 

Finn could finally let go, safe in Poe's arms, surrounded by his warmth.

A warmth that told him, "You're home."

A warmth that told him, "You're safe."

A warmth that told him, "You're not alone anymore."

A warmth that told him, "I love you."

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