[ Of course she's coming in. Maybe even a little too hastily? She doesn't want to lose her nerve, okay. Technically it's not her first time in his room but it's kind of different when you're intending to do, well, something. (Stars, even just in her head that sounds so weird.)
So as not to make things weirder, she makes an attempt at their usual banter. ]
Sweet-talker. [ She grins teasingly. ] Do you say that to all the ladies, Dameron, or just to me?
I have my moments. [ He returns her grin, hands slipping into the pockets of his jacket more out of habit than anything else. ] The next time I talk to a lady I'll have to see if that's what comes out.
I’d volunteer to be your wingman next time, but since we’ve started being honest with each other I think you’ll understand if I don’t want to. Unless, you know— [ She shrugs. ] —being the wingman means getting all the action afterwards.
[ She tries to appear cool and nonchalant, but the twinkle in her eyes gives her away. ]
[ That makes Jane laugh softly. ] I’m not gonna stop you if you want to get cozy with other ladies, I’m just not going to torture myself willingly, you know?
[ Besides, it’s not like they’re dating or anything? Although it also doesn’t mean she’s not loyal to him. ]
Of course, of course. Though if we were hanging out somewhere together it would be pretty rude of me to go get cozy with anyone else. [ Whether he means in general or if they were there 'together' is up for debate. ]
And you’re anything but rude. Well, reckless, maybe. Occasionally. [ Though she might as well be describing herself.
Absent-mindedly, she reaches to straighten the collar of his jacket. Then she catches herself, although she resists the urge to abruptly pull away, not wanting to make things awkward. But she ducks her head slightly, averting her eyes to her hand as it comes to rest on his chest.
Don’t make it weird! she all but screams mentally at herself. Because, really, it’s not like this is the first time she’s flirted with anyone. ]
Exactly. Though I'm not the only reckless one here.
[ Poe grins as he teases her, though it softens into a smile when she reaches out and seems to change her mind about something, at least if the way she suddenly doesn't look at him is anything to go by. He's no empath, not by a long shot, but he likes to think he's pretty decent at reading people. At least part of the time.
Rather than say or do anything about her light touch, he reaches out himself, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Only fair, right? ]
Is this a time to be reckless? [ There's something gently playful in his tone. It weirdly feels like they're treading on thin ice, despite all that's been mentioned is making out. But then, she is the General's daughter... ]
[ Jane can't help but laugh. Sure, while those in the Resistance know her as the General's daughter, she hardly acts like Leia, but more like her hotshot pilot of a father instead. Not that it's stopped everyone else from treating her like she's untouchable, anyway, which has really been miffing her, because she's a people-person and she doesn't like it when they stand on ceremony around her.
Case in point: this... whatever-it-is thing with Poe.
Her cheeks flush at his touch, but his tone and words make her look back up, and for a moment it almost feels like she can't breathe.
Then, she teases: ] Why, is this a bad time? Should I come back tomorrow?
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So as not to make things weirder, she makes an attempt at their usual banter. ]
Sweet-talker. [ She grins teasingly. ] Do you say that to all the ladies, Dameron, or just to me?
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[ She tries to appear cool and nonchalant, but the twinkle in her eyes gives her away. ]
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[ Besides, it’s not like they’re dating or anything? Although it also doesn’t mean she’s not loyal to him. ]
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Absent-mindedly, she reaches to straighten the collar of his jacket. Then she catches herself, although she resists the urge to abruptly pull away, not wanting to make things awkward. But she ducks her head slightly, averting her eyes to her hand as it comes to rest on his chest.
Don’t make it weird! she all but screams mentally at herself. Because, really, it’s not like this is the first time she’s flirted with anyone. ]
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[ Poe grins as he teases her, though it softens into a smile when she reaches out and seems to change her mind about something, at least if the way she suddenly doesn't look at him is anything to go by. He's no empath, not by a long shot, but he likes to think he's pretty decent at reading people. At least part of the time.
Rather than say or do anything about her light touch, he reaches out himself, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Only fair, right? ]
Is this a time to be reckless? [ There's something gently playful in his tone. It weirdly feels like they're treading on thin ice, despite all that's been mentioned is making out. But then, she is the General's daughter... ]
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Case in point: this... whatever-it-is thing with Poe.
Her cheeks flush at his touch, but his tone and words make her look back up, and for a moment it almost feels like she can't breathe.
Then, she teases: ] Why, is this a bad time? Should I come back tomorrow?