[The temperature contrast makes his spine jump, muscles clenching near her hand. His expression betrays his anticipation once she pulls the hair out of his eyes. His stare, originally leveled at the wall, tilts back to look over his shoulder at her. The space around them blurs some, his chambers mixing with the dark rust of the Rebel Base -- he knows he should be focusing more on it, to find where she's hidden away from him...
But he's continuously distracted by the slide of her hand, the weight of his cock hanging between his legs somewhat uselessly now that her hands have left it.
She asks for trust, but she knows better than to expect it unyielding after all these years. Still, so close is there connection now that she'll be able to feel his heart stutter impatiently. It was a necessary delay, of course, but he couldn't help it even now that he's managed to find her eyes again.]
I'd like to.
[But he can't -- not while she's in that base, and he's floating on a Star Destroyer in the Inner Rim.]
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But he's continuously distracted by the slide of her hand, the weight of his cock hanging between his legs somewhat uselessly now that her hands have left it.
She asks for trust, but she knows better than to expect it unyielding after all these years. Still, so close is there connection now that she'll be able to feel his heart stutter impatiently. It was a necessary delay, of course, but he couldn't help it even now that he's managed to find her eyes again.]
I'd like to.
[But he can't -- not while she's in that base, and he's floating on a Star Destroyer in the Inner Rim.]