We'll be quick, Finn said, and a wicked, hungry smile grew over Poe's lips before she wet them.

"Hell, I'm not even promising that," she said, before her lips were caught in another kiss. She rolled her hips up into Finn's, the first pass nice but nothing too special - certainly didn't feel the same as getting his cock stroked - but the second pass they lined up a little differently, and she whispered: "Oh, fuck," against Finn's lips.