[ Her eyes drift shut briefly, and Kira tilts her head into the touch of his hand, savoring the warmth there. It harkens back to the half-remembered dream state wherein he'd embraced her, cradled her through panic. Her whole body sings with it, greedily soaking in the comfort. She turns her head, brushes her nose against his palm and opens her eyes to peer up at him.
Then, slowly, she nods.
Yes. She would like to figure it out. She would like to savor every ounce of this she can get. Snoke had always asserted that connections allowed for weakness, that Kira was strong because she had none, but there's a powerful possessiveness in finally having what she'd always longed for. And a certainty that she will do whatever it takes to keep it.
She moves up the rest of the way until her knees cage his thighs and she settles into his lap more definitively. It's apparent, like this, that she doesn't know at all what to do advance that intention, except more contact. She'd been young enough and her parents had been selfish enough that even his embrace had been foreign to her. Gestures of affection are outside her wheelhouse. ]
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Then, slowly, she nods.
Yes. She would like to figure it out. She would like to savor every ounce of this she can get. Snoke had always asserted that connections allowed for weakness, that Kira was strong because she had none, but there's a powerful possessiveness in finally having what she'd always longed for. And a certainty that she will do whatever it takes to keep it.
She moves up the rest of the way until her knees cage his thighs and she settles into his lap more definitively. It's apparent, like this, that she doesn't know at all what to do advance that intention, except more contact. She'd been young enough and her parents had been selfish enough that even his embrace had been foreign to her. Gestures of affection are outside her wheelhouse. ]