*bangs pots and pans* STORY IS COMPLETE
I FINISHED THE FOUND CAT THING
There’s no smut. The story’s basically rated G only with some swearing because I’m constitutionally incapable of not.
But there’ll be a porny epilogue, I’m sure.
There’s also an outtake with Poe having a conversation with Rey who is sitting on top of his bookshelf, which I am going to post– somewhere. Probably here.
“You didn’t have sex, though,” Rey concluded, going back to his sort of scattered recounting of Friday night.
“No,” Finn said. “Lord, if we had, I’d’ve led with that.”
“I know,” she said, a little downcast. “But. I really wanted you to. That’s what I’ve been rooting for this whole time.”
“I feel like if a man confesses to you that he’s had to stop having sexual relationships in his life because they’ve taken up such an unhealthy role in his self-image,” Finn said carefully, “then you’re sort of duty-bound not to immediately set about trying to fuck him.”
Rey sighed. “You’re the expert,” she said.
They both had a good laugh about that, and Finn sat up and moved to rest his back against the chair she was sitting in, so she could pet his hair. “I wish I was an expert,” Finn said.
“So, what, you just kept him in a tender submission hold until he passed out?” Rey asked.
“No,” Finn said.