awkward.

if you were to describe your first date with poe in one word, it would definitely be awkward. but.. the good kind.

first thing’s first, he had invited you to his mansion for the first date. he had even awkwardly opened the doors for you and ushered you inside. nothing could prepare you both for the main event, though—watching movies on the plush sofa cushions underneath thick, fluffy covers. awkwardness radiated from the two of you—both parties sitting on either side of the couch, pressed up against the armrests.

but.. you adjusted. at first, it was subtle. perhance a finger or two brushing against one another under the blanket. he’d pull away first, palms sweaty and cheeks flushing a pretty pink just below his long bangs that obscure most of his face. you had to admit it was quite cute. but he had to prove to you this date was worth going to. was worth another one.

let’s say maybe halfway through the first movie, you found yourselves making infinitesimal changes. small, but it’s there—the touching of fingers, the intertwining of hands.. oh it’s all there. and he’s blushing through it.

“s..sorry. it’s sort of my first time.. with all of this. i mean.. if i were you, i would have bolted by now. thanks for staying.” he looks over at you as you say this, a small smile paining his lips. tentative but it’s there.

before you knew it, you were bundled up together—covers draped over your huddled forms, all snugly together. his arms are around you, and you’re tucked beneath his side, leaning on him comfortably.