maskormenacelogs | closed; pyjama party

WHO: Poe and Leia (and potentially Finn if he wakes up and wanders into the living room)
WHERE: Nonah #005
WHEN: After this the night that Anakin showed up at Leia's house
WHAT: pyjama party
WARNINGS: "feelings", sexual tension and aladdin

Poe wasn't nervous, exactly. Worried, yes. Frustrated, definitely. Pacing - oh. Yeah. Apparently he was pacing. So after he put his comm away, he headed to the kitchen to make popcorn.

Vader - Anakin - worried him. Worried him more than he even admitted to himself, despite, or maybe because of, Luke's request to give him a second chance. To treat him like any other person that Poe didn't happen to know would eventually be the right hand of the Emperor, murder a lot of the Jedi and then enslave a galaxy. It was just really, really hard to forge that.

Almost as hard as it was to wrap his head around Leia.

He'd been getting better at it. He had started to imagine Leia the way she was here, when he was thinking about her, rather than constantly referencing the Leia he knew back home in his head. He wasn't sure if that meant he was accepting where he was, or if he was starting to forget the crisp edges of his life back home, as neither option held a lot of comfort for him. It was more that he was starting to see them as two different people, in exactly the way that he was trying, and failing, to separate Anakin and Vader.

It didn't help that Leia - well - she stirred weird feelings in him. Not things he could easily put a pin in, stick to a wall, and walk away. He wasn't shy about his sexual attraction to people, had slept with people he'd flown with before, people he considered friends, or people he'd just met. The physical attraction was, while distressing at first, the least of his concerns. She was a gorgeous human being. She had been when he'd known her back home, but she had also been as old as his mom and his boss and in a different plane of existence, and here: here she was firmly in <i>his</i> plane of existence. So noticing that she was beautiful was par for the course. Basically every imPort here was gorgeous. It shouldn't have been a big deal. So he thought he'd get over it.

But the feelings didn't go away. He couldn't tell if they were romantic or platonic or hero worship or somewhere in between - they were a jumbled mess that he was trying very hard not to think about to much. He reasoned: he would get over it. He reasoned: her future husband was here. He reasoned: he was just confused because of time travel and common causes and common passions and common interests and -

Damn, but he just wanted to be around her all the time.

So he'd invited her to his house like an idiot to watch a stupid movie all because of some stupid joke about a man on a carpet. It was a blatant excuse to spend time with her, and a probably-blatant attempt to protect her from Anakin. (She would not be impressed, if she knew he thought she could use the protection. It wasn't her fault that he wanted to protect everyone.)

So despite knowing that he was basically doing this like an idiot kid who just wanted to be near his crush all the time, he was determined to make sure that she didn't feel like that's what this was. The last thing she needed was some hair-brained pilot messing things up in an alternate universe where she and Han could have a chance at a relationship that wasn't framed by planets blowing up and people being encased in carbonite. No. Whatever his feelings were, they didn't matter as much as the fact that she didn't need them. What she needed was a friend, someone she could rely on. And that was what he was going to be. Period.

So when she showed up, he was wearing his JETS! pyjamas, which were covered with little cartoon fighter jets from a cartoon that he didn't even watch, just collected all the memorabilia for. He even made sure to wear the shirt, despite the fact that usually he only wore the bottoms around the house. He made popcorn, he set up the tv room, he got some beer if she wanted and some lemonade if she didn't, and he waited. When she showed up, he opened the door with a broad grin.

"Welcome to Base Zero, your highness."

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She was relaxed to a point that at first, Leia didn't quite notice the closeness. She felt the warmth of him against her leg through their thin pants, yes, and it relaxed her further, but then Luke's voice was at the back of her head to remind her to not to be so naive.

"Then that's a good thing. For you. Does this Roomba look anything like a house droid?"

"Mostly it just looks like a disc on wheels," he said, amused, as he reached for more popcorn. He didn't seem to be trying to get any closer, but he also seemed perfectly content to be where he was.

"Here, let's see-- X-celsior! You around, bud?" There was a pause and then the sound of something rolling on hardwood floor, before the Roomba appeared.

"Hey bud, this is Ge- sorry - Princess Leia Organa. Leia, X-celsior." The Roomba made some beeps and Poe laughed.

"Where did you-- he says 'down with the monarchy, rise of the roomba' -- yeah, you're hilarious, bud, sorry to disturb you." The Roomba beeped again and then rolled away.

She laughs and watches it go. "'Down with the monarchy', huh? He certainly has character."

"Sorry." He gave her a rueful smile as he settled back into the couch. "He's taking the rebellion idea to some interesting extremes, these days."

It was getting harder and harder to ignore the way that she was pressed against him, the warm radiating between them. If this was anyone else - or at least, almost anyone else - he would have already slid an arm over her shoulders, pulled her closer--

But she wasn't anyone else, and damn it Dameron, you promised yourself that you were going to be a good friend. So instead he just grabbed the popcorn so that he could put it in his lap and stop having to reach for it. "You want to see this movie, or do you want to hear more gossip about robots?"

Easy access, she liked that. She wouldn't have to keep reaching to the table every time she wanted some of the candy she was beginning to enjoy.

"Right. I'm here for this video you had mentioned." Leia went to dip her hand into the bowl on his lap. "Is it long? I keep wanting to call it a holovid. Calling it a 'movie' seems...bizarre."

He raised the bowl when she reached for it. He was a gentleman, after all, or at least trying to be one.

"It's about an hour and a half. And it's not a holovid, or anything close. It's not even - Well, it's not filmed, exactly, they call it a cartoon. The music is great, though. It still isn't as great as a holovid, but nothing here really compares to the ones I grew up with anyway."

"A cartoon... Why do they call it that?" If it wasn't a movie or a holovid then it was a cartoon. This place and its ways were still a little strange to her.

It was nice of him to raise the bowl up for her, her handful was full of more of the popcorn than anything else.

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