When Finn's back hit the carpet and Poe's weight settled on him, his heart felt like it was going push right out of his throat. Surely, Poe could hear it. Why was he even nervous, though? Wait, was he nervous?

But it was pushed away but a sudden laugh that escaped him. "That has its merits, too," he mumbled, leaning back up into another deep kiss. He looked forward to this adventure in a maintenance closet, hoping it managed to cool Poe down from hotshot antics. He looked forward to all of it, actually, all of the parts he hadn't been told of yet.

His hands moved down Poe's back, pressing them closer. They should slow down, though, right? It was still new. But he wasn't doing much to stop.