Finn was sleeping, his face buried in Poe's chest and his legs swung over Poe's lap, his knees brought halfway to his chest. The aforementioned pilot was snoring quietly with his head drooping onto Finn's and an arm curled protectively around the former stormtrooper. They had returned from their latest mission (flying over to some distant planet they couldn't be bothered to remember the name of to do some reconnaissance work) and they were exhausted. So exhausted, in fact, that they didn't bother to make it all the way to the bed (that they had just started sharing a few weeks ago when Finn had a nightmare and Poe crawled into his bed to comfort him and it just became too normal) or close the door completely before collapsing on their couch and falling asleep literally on top of each other. Fighting the First Order, first on land and then in a vicious space battle will do that to you. Especially when one hasn't slept and the other is hurt.

.-oOo-.

They had reached the base three days late, stumbling out of Poe's ship, both of them half-carrying each other. An extremely tired Poe with an arm around an injured Finn who had been treated with just the basic medical supplies Poe kept stocked on his ship. If it hadn't been for Rey and each other, they would have face-planted on the runway as soon as they walked out. Rey and Poe guided Finn to the hospice where (despite half-assed protests from Finn) he was quickly patched up and sent on his way. Technically, he should have spent maybe a little longer recovering, but the doctor had seen the look in his eyes and reasoned that she might as well let him go back to his room. Besides, if she had kept him in the hospital wing, he probably would have tried to escape in the middle of the night; best play it safe and let Dameron take him.

"I'll take care of him," Poe had said when the nurse had opened his mouth to say something.

"Oh. Well, do that. I was going to say, you look like you need sleep," the nurse had grinned, noting the extra-defined dark circles beneath Poe's eyes.

Poe had only nodded and then helped Finn down to the room that they shared. It had taken nearly all of his willpower and some help from his very obvious tiredness (Finn hadn't slept in a day. Of course, he disregarded that he hadn't slept in about 53 hours, a fact that Finn mumbled quietly) not to slip into his role as Finn's boyfriend and to stay as just Finn's roommate and best friend.

"C'mon buddy, we're here," Poe had murmured, pushing the door open. The sight of their familiar room sent a wave of knee-buckling relief and renewed exhaustion over him. "Yeah, okay. Let's just sit down. Fall asleep maybe?" he added as an afterthought.

He had slowly led them to the couch, not even checking if the door had fully closed. He had immediately fallen on the couch and gently tugged Finn down. Somehow the darker-skinned man had ended up curled against him in his lap. Not that Poe would ever complain about that. He had just thrown an arm around Finn and pressed a kiss to his cheek before resting his forehead against the top of Finn's head and passing out.

.-oOo-.

It had been several hours since Poe and Finn had returned from their mission, and no one had seen them. Granted, everyone just steered clear of their room considering that they both had looked like they were about to faint when they got off Poe's ship. Even Rey, which was incredibly unusual as she normally was extremely concerned for her friends' wellbeing.

"Rey. Have you seen Captain Dameron and Finn?"

Rey jumped at the sound of General Organa's voice in the previously silent room, sending a few spare parts flying in the air.

"Sorry, General," she apologized quickly, gathering her things as she continued to speak, "I haven't. I think they...well, they'll probably be in their room."

"Ah. Thank you. You haven't checked on them?" Leia asked, a faint smile playing at her lips. "Not like you, Rey."

Rey looked up. "They looked dead on their feet when they came in," she admitted. "I figure they're sleeping and that I might as well let them. Finn's injured and Poe...well, he looked like he could use the rest." She cringed at the memory of Finn's injury and the dark purple smudges under Poe's eyes. "They both honestly looked like crap if I'm being honest."

Leia nodded slowly, not reprimanding Rey for the coarse language. "I agree. I think I'll check on Poe. After all, he is basically my son," she said, the smile returning to her face. With a slight wave at Rey, Leia made her way down the hallway towards Finn and Poe's room.

The door was cracked open, giving Leia a glimpse of Poe's dark curly hair over the top of the sofa. She eased inside, silently closing the door and making her way to the sofa. She froze for a moment as she took in Finn laying on top of Poe. She grinned, shaking her head and simply setting a blanket over them, taking a seat on the armchair that was next to the couch and pulled out her holopad. She might as well get some work done while she waited for them to wake up.

It was exactly 38 minutes when Finn finally moved.

.-oOo-.

Finn stirred gently, shifting in Poe's arms. He blinked slowly, before noticing the blanket thrown on them.

"What…" he murmured quietly.

He carefully edged himself off of Poe's lap and instead sat next to him.

"Good morning, Finn."

Finn stiffened at the sound of General Organa's voice and turned to face her. She was smiling warmly at him, her face partly glowing from the dim light from her holopad.

"Good morning, General," he croaked, feeling his cheeks heat.

"How's your arm?" she asked conversationally, ignoring the embarrassment leaking from the former stormtrooper.

"Uh. It's...better," he muttered. "Doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's good," Leia said, switching off her holopad and putting it back in her pocket. "Ho-"

Whatever she was going to say was cut off by a soft groan from Poe as he woke and his subsequent yelp when he saw Leia sitting in the armchair.

"I-Wha-Huh?" he sputtered. "Wh-when did you come in?"

"About…" Leia checked her watch. "43 minutes now. Finn's been awake for 5 of those."

Poe's cheeks went red as he realized that Leia must have seen Finn sleeping on his lap if she had been here for that long.

"I-" he began, trying to explain something, trying to say something that would offset what she had just seen.

"Poe. Shh," she ordered.

He immediately complied, shutting his mouth so fast Finn could hear the slight click of his teeth clenching together. Leia's expression softened as she read the emotions that only showed in the men's wide eyes - panic, terror, and...resignation. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry when she recognized that they were expecting her to hate them. Laughter won out.

"I don't hate you," were the words that eased the tension that tightened in Finn and Poe's shoulders. "Hell, I think you two are ridiculously adorable together."

Finn almost fainted at the words and Poe seemed inclined to disappear into the sofa. But Leia's grin was infectious and he found himself returning it.

"Thanks," he said.

Leia waved airily. "The only thing I'm mad about is you not telling me. But don't worry about me. Wait until Rey finds out you've been hiding this from her."

She left the room when she heard Poe's whispered "Shit."

"We're fucked," Finn breathed. "Rey will murder us."

Poe twisted to face Finn. "Again. Shit." he said before tackling Finn with a kiss.

Hi hi hi! My first venture into Star Wars territory, and I figured I would start it with my absolute favorite Star Wars ship - StormPilot (FinnPoe). This is another series of one-shots like my Deanmus one, so reviews and PMs with suggestions are welcome. Please review!