[ That touch of tongue makes Poe think of Karen. Nails on his back, her hand in his hair.
What was that about things spiraling out of control real fast?
He's got his teeth gripped lightly on Jim's lower lip before he realizes what he's doing, his own tongue brushing against Kirk's skin where it's pinned in place. And then he promptly realizes what the hell he's doing, lets go and backs off.
Poe wipes his mouth, trying not to look too embarrassed. ]
Uh. [ There's no nice way to say Sorry, I was thinking of somebody else, is there? Also HE REALLY NEEDS TO NOT THINK OF KAREN THAT WAY. Friends. Friends. Friends. ]
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What was that about things spiraling out of control real fast?
He's got his teeth gripped lightly on Jim's lower lip before he realizes what he's doing, his own tongue brushing against Kirk's skin where it's pinned in place. And then he promptly realizes what the hell he's doing, lets go and backs off.
Poe wipes his mouth, trying not to look too embarrassed. ]
Uh. [ There's no nice way to say Sorry, I was thinking of somebody else, is there? Also HE REALLY NEEDS TO NOT THINK OF KAREN THAT WAY. Friends. Friends. Friends. ]