[Poe was, by nature, a man governed far more by instinct than thought. In the cockpit, he had to be - thought took too long and got you killed. Instinct is what meant you shot the other guy before you even really knew he was there.
So he's not thinking about it, when he reacts to her hunger, he just does it - his own both an echo and an amplification. There no romance in it, really - despite the infatuation he's never quite managed to deny. She was the flame and he couldn't help but fly right into it. Instinct drawing him straight to the light, regardless of consequences.
He really wasn't thinking about consequences.
(Though when did he ever...)
His hands slid to her hips as he pulled himself further into her lap, pressing his body up against hers as he returned every hot kiss with as much - no, more - hunger than it was given.
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So he's not thinking about it, when he reacts to her hunger, he just does it - his own both an echo and an amplification. There no romance in it, really - despite the infatuation he's never quite managed to deny. She was the flame and he couldn't help but fly right into it. Instinct drawing him straight to the light, regardless of consequences.
He really wasn't thinking about consequences.
(Though when did he ever...)
His hands slid to her hips as he pulled himself further into her lap, pressing his body up against hers as he returned every hot kiss with as much - no, more - hunger than it was given.
She could devour him and he'd thank her for it.]