You and Poe are tangled together in the familiarity of your bedsheets. You’re laying on his chest, sound asleep, with his arms around your middle. He slides a hand up your shirt to rub your back, your warm skin a sharp contrast to his cold hands.

Poe’s free hand comes up to cradle your head against his neck and play with your hair. He buries his face in it and inhales your scent, a content sigh escaping him afterwards. He kisses the crown of your head, a small smile gracing his lips.