[melpomene] [ulalume: poe, red] credibility
Title: eh
Universe: ulalume
Characters: Poe, Red
Rating: PG-13 for implied sex?
Summary: More firsts for Poe and Red.
Notes: This comes about 14-15 years before the other bits I posted, but it should be more accessible since it's mostly just about the two of them.
The first time, Poe is still skinny and awkward, spindly in the way only teenagers can be, and while Red knows logically knows that he's only two years younger and anything but, he can't help thinking that he can't do this with a kid. His head is reeling by the time he manages to disengage himself and all he can think to say is "Hey," but Poe seems to get the point, sitting back on his knees, weight shifting on Red's legs.
"This will help our field rapport," he says, as if it's the most reasonable thing in the world.
"Well, yes," Red says, still dazed. "But you're -"
"Probably several times more experienced than you are."
"What -"
He's interrupted by an impatient push against his shields and he accepts the contact almost out of habit by now; then Poe is tangled in his mind the way his hand is tangled in Poe's hair and he can't think enough to form the protest properly.
Afterward, there's a strange, hungry sort of silence and Red breaks it with a sigh before it can eat either of them. "If you really want to build trust," he says, "don't do something like that again."
"It wasn't bad," Poe points out.
"That's besides the point." Red covers his eyes for a moment, wondering again why he agreed to any of this, why he's willing to be kept constantly off balance for this person. "It's not supposed to be like - like that."
Poe doesn't answer, but Red catches the look, the one that says what other way would it be? and has to close his eyes against it before he can find the words.
"If we're going to do this again, if, we'll do it my way." His tone is confident, more than he feels, but Red's already decided that he'll stand his ground on this if nothing else.
Poe takes it like a challenge, crosses his arms and shrugs and says "Fine," like there's nothing he could possibly care less about, and Red has to fight the urge to laugh; of course he would choose to be childish now.
"It'll be better that way," he says, soft, and it's as much a promise to himself as it is Poe.
Universe: ulalume
Characters: Poe, Red
Rating: PG-13 for implied sex?
Summary: More firsts for Poe and Red.
Notes: This comes about 14-15 years before the other bits I posted, but it should be more accessible since it's mostly just about the two of them.
The first time, Poe is still skinny and awkward, spindly in the way only teenagers can be, and while Red knows logically knows that he's only two years younger and anything but, he can't help thinking that he can't do this with a kid. His head is reeling by the time he manages to disengage himself and all he can think to say is "Hey," but Poe seems to get the point, sitting back on his knees, weight shifting on Red's legs.
"This will help our field rapport," he says, as if it's the most reasonable thing in the world.
"Well, yes," Red says, still dazed. "But you're -"
"Probably several times more experienced than you are."
"What -"
He's interrupted by an impatient push against his shields and he accepts the contact almost out of habit by now; then Poe is tangled in his mind the way his hand is tangled in Poe's hair and he can't think enough to form the protest properly.
Afterward, there's a strange, hungry sort of silence and Red breaks it with a sigh before it can eat either of them. "If you really want to build trust," he says, "don't do something like that again."
"It wasn't bad," Poe points out.
"That's besides the point." Red covers his eyes for a moment, wondering again why he agreed to any of this, why he's willing to be kept constantly off balance for this person. "It's not supposed to be like - like that."
Poe doesn't answer, but Red catches the look, the one that says what other way would it be? and has to close his eyes against it before he can find the words.
"If we're going to do this again, if, we'll do it my way." His tone is confident, more than he feels, but Red's already decided that he'll stand his ground on this if nothing else.
Poe takes it like a challenge, crosses his arms and shrugs and says "Fine," like there's nothing he could possibly care less about, and Red has to fight the urge to laugh; of course he would choose to be childish now.
"It'll be better that way," he says, soft, and it's as much a promise to himself as it is Poe.