Finn gasped in deep, unsteady breaths when Poe pulled away. He expected things to move on and he could forget about that intimate moment for a while. At least until he could be alone.

Instead, Poe looked at him, eyes ticking back and forth, searching. All at once, Finn realized that the other had been sincere. Whether it was because he really cared or he was trying to latch on to someone he thought cared didn't really matter. He was searching for that spark in someone he just talked about defecting with.

Finn wanted it. So much so that he knew his eyes betrayed him. There was a lot of naked hope and love in his gaze that he could never hope to hide. The bad part was that... they'd never make it. Poe would be the one to suffer, leaving Finn to be shipped to another base or disposed of if they knew his involvement. They might presume Poe to be a spy, though, and it'd be so much worse for him.

"Oh, sweetheart," he gasped beneath his breath, one hand gently and shakingly moving Poe's hair from his face. They would destroy him.