This was the first time since their first time that Finn felt any amount of nerves about this. He giggled against Poe, bumping his forehead against his- his husbands.

They were married. All of this was theirs. The war was over. It was just this for the rest of their lives. Finn wasn't entirely sure he could get through the sex without crying like the overemotional blob that he was right now.

To stall, he kissed Poe again, his smile beginning to hurt. "I think that sounds like a perfect idea, Mr. Dameron," he whispered in a breath over his lips. "Where would you like to take this order of business?"