He was silent for a long moment, spending more time than he probably should if they were actually going to leave this room in the next hour simply moving his lips lightly along Poe's skin. It wasn't even kissing, really, just feeling the contact up and along Poe's neck, behind his ear. Maybe he could just take him. Steal a ship and lock him away, all Finn's and totally safe. Would anyone really blame him?

He smiled, mouth still pressed lightly to Poe's skin. Nice dream.

"No, it never does."

And he loved him for it, the fondness drenching his tone. They belonged in the battle field, the both of them.