He was ready, this time. Or sort of, anyway. He was half expecting another rushed, quick, clumsy kiss - but instead Finn kissed him like he wanted to be there.

The wood dropped instantly, Poe's heart thumping hard in his chest as he pressed back, lips parting as he slid a hand behind Finn's neck, pulling him closer as he pressed the kiss deeper. His heart was starting to race now, all thought of flying woodchips forgotten.