[ There's a deceptive sweetness in how she says it. Like these words are somehow meant to soothe him, bring him the relaxation he seeks through effort. It's a simple task, after all. She'll do the bulk of the legwork in this. It is, after all, not about her. It's about showing him what he has forsaken in favor of the cold comfort of his station; what he could have in place of it.
Even relaxation comes by force to Kylo Ren, as though even this he cannot do without gritting his teeth and wrestling some animal instinct into submission. She waits. Rey has always been patient. Only when she can sense he's ready does she press her first finger into him. The resistance doesn't dissuade her because she knows well enough to take her time, and it is full seconds before her middle finger is buried in him to the knuckle. ]
Match my movements.
[ She kisses his back again before she begins to pull her finger back, an agonizingly slow drag as though they had all the time in the world. As if she were not actively risking being cut off in the middle here.
Or, perhaps, as if she knows only one of them will be left hanging in the middle, unsatisfied and empty, if something were to snap. ]
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[ There's a deceptive sweetness in how she says it. Like these words are somehow meant to soothe him, bring him the relaxation he seeks through effort. It's a simple task, after all. She'll do the bulk of the legwork in this. It is, after all, not about her. It's about showing him what he has forsaken in favor of the cold comfort of his station; what he could have in place of it.
Even relaxation comes by force to Kylo Ren, as though even this he cannot do without gritting his teeth and wrestling some animal instinct into submission. She waits. Rey has always been patient. Only when she can sense he's ready does she press her first finger into him. The resistance doesn't dissuade her because she knows well enough to take her time, and it is full seconds before her middle finger is buried in him to the knuckle. ]
Match my movements.
[ She kisses his back again before she begins to pull her finger back, an agonizingly slow drag as though they had all the time in the world. As if she were not actively risking being cut off in the middle here.
Or, perhaps, as if she knows only one of them will be left hanging in the middle, unsatisfied and empty, if something were to snap. ]