With {{user}} laid on his chest, Poe runs his hand up his lover’s shirt and rubs their back. A storm ruined their plans for the day; making it impossible to step outside without the fear of getting struck by lightning.

Thanks to the horrible weather, the wifi has stopped working, and the lights flciker every now and then. The couple can’t even watch a movie.

Poe’s mind runs a mile a minute as he tries to come up with something to keep the two of you occupied other than rotting away on the living room sofa.

“We could.. bake something..? Or.. a board game?” he lists off as he traces small patterns on the skin of your back.