[ That insistence misses the point. She isn't surprised by that, necessarily; some part of her recognized that Ben felt she had abandoned him that day. It was one reason she took such care in reaching for him in small ways that did not disrupt her ability to keep her distance and radio silence. He deserved to know that she had not given up on him.
Instead he thinks she is hot-and-cold. She puffs out a sigh.
She's not going to correct that overnight. And anyway, he's making himself vulnerable to her now anyway; that means there are cracks in the shell still. This thought puts her at peace with the moment. She lets it lie there instead of rising to the debate. They're both keenly aware of how short their time like this might be — how soon the dilated Force might contract again, leaving them cold.
Instead of reply to what he says, she shifts to stretch her thighs around his hips, hugging him more fully from the back. She's no longer perched, hovering — she envelops him as much as her small size is able, and she peers around his shoulder to watch him for a few moments while her hands stroke his sides before — ]
Let me.
[ Her intent is apparent. Not let her take over, but let her take care of him. She still remembers what he needs, and the offer sounds gentle even in the warped in-between space of the bond. It is an offer she has only ever made across that feedback loop. As she says this, her hands settle on his hips. ]
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Instead he thinks she is hot-and-cold. She puffs out a sigh.
She's not going to correct that overnight. And anyway, he's making himself vulnerable to her now anyway; that means there are cracks in the shell still. This thought puts her at peace with the moment. She lets it lie there instead of rising to the debate. They're both keenly aware of how short their time like this might be — how soon the dilated Force might contract again, leaving them cold.
Instead of reply to what he says, she shifts to stretch her thighs around his hips, hugging him more fully from the back. She's no longer perched, hovering — she envelops him as much as her small size is able, and she peers around his shoulder to watch him for a few moments while her hands stroke his sides before — ]
Let me.
[ Her intent is apparent. Not let her take over, but let her take care of him. She still remembers what he needs, and the offer sounds gentle even in the warped in-between space of the bond. It is an offer she has only ever made across that feedback loop. As she says this, her hands settle on his hips. ]