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Finn woke up slowly as the morning light crept through the shutters. He turned over to watch the way the sunlight fell across Poe's face. It settled gently on the planes of Poe’s face, glancing off his curly hair. He reached out to trace the line of light across Poe's shoulder. Poe moved away from the touch.
"Five more minutes," Poe grumbled, mashing his face further into the pillow.
Finn chuckles fondly. "Poe, it's 11 hours."
"Still too early."
"You wake up early for missions."
"This is not a mission. This is sleeping in on our first day off all month."
"True, true," Finn said. "But we could do things instead of laying in bed all day."
Poe grumbled, wrapping an arm around Finn's waist and pulling him close.
"You make a compelling argument." Finn teased, sinking into Poe's arms. Poe did have a point, he thought as he drifted back to sleep.
He soon found himself hovering at that nice state between consciousness and sleep, hazily aware of the rise and fall of Poe's chest as he breathed. Everything was perfect.
No sooner had Finn thought that before loud, excited beeping pierced the silence.
Groaning, he cracked open an eye to see BB-8 spinning in circles, beeping excitedly. Finn was nowhere near fluent in Binary, but he knew enough to pick up the words "Poe" "Finn" "wake up" and the phrase "things to do".
"Force damn it, BB8." Poe groaned, shoving his face into the pillow. "I'd just convinced Finn to go back to sleep too."
"Up! Up! Up! Morning's over!" BB-8 chanted, bumping into the bed.
"Urgh." Finn groaned, levering himself upright. "We're awake BB-8."
"Speak for yourself," Poe mumbled, but sat up as well.
BB-8 chirped triumphantly. Finn nuzzled behind Poe's ear. "Good morning, dearheart."
"Morning to you too," Poe said, pulling him into a gentle kiss.
Poe's stomach growled, breaking the kiss.
"Well, now that you mentioned it, I could also do with some breakfast." Finn teased.
Poe laughed.
"I'd better get to it, then." Poe said, getting out of bed and padding into the mini-kitchen unit. He pulled out some nuna bacon and potato cakes to fry. BB-8 wove around his ankles, beeping for attention.
Finn watched fondly from the table. Years ago, when he was a Stormtrooper, he never could have imagined he'd end up here, on a Resistance base, watching the pilot who saved him and gave him a name make breakfast for both of them while bantering with his droid.
The First Order was still terrorizing the galaxy, and tomorrow they'd go return to the battle against them. But today was just for them.
Life really was good.