Utterly forgetting about whatever game they were playing, Finn returned the kiss with a deep sigh and a hard press back into Poe. His arms went around his waist, trying to pull him closer before one started to move up Poe's shoulders to hold the back of his neck.

It was slow and warm, and Finn was starting to think that the mistletoe actually had nothing to do with kissing at all. As if he cared right now.