That coming out scene was sooo pretty...would you write another short in that universe? maybe the shopping trip? or just snuggles and being yourself? <3
In the end, Poe - she was still going by that for now - decided that it would be best to go shopping with Rey and Jess. Finn wasn’t offended in the slightest, but worried about her all through the trip anyway as he stayed home and puttered around the apartment, religiously checking his phone for texts every few minutes. She’d texted one frowny face, then nothing else; when Finn had frantically checked with Rey, Rey told him that style was a matter of trial and error, and the errors were disheartening for Poe.
So, when he heard Poe at the front door, he braced himself to be super enthusiastic about whatever Poe had ended up with, no matter what.
“Hey,” Finn called out. “In the kitchen.” He wiped his hands on a towel and slung it over his shoulder, turning away from the sink of dirty dishes and soapy water.
Poe was wearing what she’d gone out in: jeans and a t-shirt, a barrette holding back some of her longer curls. “Hey,” she sighed, setting a bag on the chair.
Without talking, Finn just opened his arms, and she stepped into them with a small grateful smile. He rocked them, rubbing over her back, letting her process, seeing if she wanted to talk. She’d spent such a long time bottling everything up; the other night, after confessing, she’d talked for hours. Finn pressed a kiss to her forehead. She had an appointment with a gender therapist soon, and he was grateful; he could only reaffirm his love for her, but Poe’s big questions, the ones about herself and her identity? He was a little lost.
Whenever he felt too lost, though, he just wrapped her in his arms and repeated his love. “I love you no matter what, honey,” he murmured now.
She laughed a little. “I know, Finn, I know. You’re so good at making sure I know.” She leaned over, meeting Finn’s lips for a short kiss, then rubbing her smooth cheek against his. “It was just… a lot. A lot of everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve denied myself. It’s overwhelming, you know?”
“Did you find anything you liked?”
She smiled a little. “Yeah,” she said shyly.
“Do I get to see?” She bit down on her lip, and Finn captured it too, just because. Because she was so adorable. “Do I get a little fashion show?”
“You sure you want to see me in girl clothes?”
Finn made sure her eyes were on his. “Yes.”
A look of excitement entered her eyes. “Okay.” She nodded determinedly. “Okay.” She bit her lip again, and slipped out of his arms, grabbing the bag on her way out.
Finn watched her walk away - because, damn, walking away was always a good look for Poe - then turned back to his dishes.
“Okay, ready?” she called awhile later.
“No, wait, one sec.” Finn pulled his phone out and tapped through the songs until he found what he was looking for. He heard her laugh from the other room as the first tones of Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance filled the kitchen. “Stomp it, baby.”
She came in, a little shy at first, then, seeing his grin, a bit more confidently. She stepped toward him, barefoot - and Finn noticed with a happy and grateful pang that Rey and Jess must have treated her to a pedicure, as pink toenails flashed up at him - then twirled with a laugh when he twirled his finger. She had a blood-orange top with drapey ruffles, over a grey jersey floor length skirt, and a matching gray cardigan. When she ended her twirl, Finn captured her hands, swinging her into another spin. She laughed. “My shoulders - my shoulders are pretty masculine, and my hips are a little too narrow, so-” She trailed off, shrugging.
“You look amazing, Poe. Absolutely stunning.” He pulled her into a slow dance around the kitchen despite the still pumping beat of Lady Gaga. “How do you feel?”
She took in a deep breath and blew it out, leaning her head down on his shoulder. “Right.”
