"Little more than supposed," Poe teased him, grinning wickedly as he flicked his tongue against the hollow of Finn's throat before pulling back and catching his gaze. Without his shirt on, his chest wasn't entirely bare: that silvered chain around his neck still hung, weighted down by the ring that bounced a little against his sternum as he moved.

"Guess that's a good point, though. Should I propose to you before I bed you down, or after? I was going to do it properly but that requires a little more planning, I think--"