[ Considering his response to the slide of her palm over his throat, Kira is shocked and delighted to find that he seems to relish the implicit threat. She can feel him grow solid and heavy beneath her, though the simple slide of his finger separates her from really appreciating it fully. Still. That awareness tugs at the corners of her mouth, turns them upward in an expression that is too dangerous to be a smile.
It is all lost in the face of his declaration. I want to, he says. He wants to check on her. Coddle her, she thinks at first, but even that gets embraced by some traitorous part of her that Snoke would eliminate if he could.
Her breath catches in her throat, trembling. The hold she has on his neck slackens, slips away down to his chest. No one has ever wanted to care for her before. Her parents had abandoned her, sold her as a slave rather than do it. Plutt in turn had sold her to Snoke after using her as a laborer, and even Snoke had shown her only precisely the level of nurture necessary to craft her into his tool. Beside the attention Ben Solo has given her, the so-called fatherly love she had believed Snoke had shown her was nothing.
To that end she leans in to kiss him again, both her hands slipping down between them. The teasing press of his finger has granted her permission, she thinks, to dual-purpose express her gratitude and shy away from further examination of her own feelings. It is a distraction as much as it is thanks that she slides her palm over the bulge in his pants and gropes blindly, rubbing the heel of her palm up his length along the edge of his zipper. ]
I won't. [ She says it quietly. ] I don't want you to stop.
[ All she has ever wanted is more. Quickly — too quickly, really, to the point of being abrupt and overeager — she decides that she is not satisfied with this over-the-pants approach. The angle is awkward and she cannot grip him. She starts unfastening his pants. ]
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It is all lost in the face of his declaration. I want to, he says. He wants to check on her. Coddle her, she thinks at first, but even that gets embraced by some traitorous part of her that Snoke would eliminate if he could.
Her breath catches in her throat, trembling. The hold she has on his neck slackens, slips away down to his chest. No one has ever wanted to care for her before. Her parents had abandoned her, sold her as a slave rather than do it. Plutt in turn had sold her to Snoke after using her as a laborer, and even Snoke had shown her only precisely the level of nurture necessary to craft her into his tool. Beside the attention Ben Solo has given her, the so-called fatherly love she had believed Snoke had shown her was nothing.
To that end she leans in to kiss him again, both her hands slipping down between them. The teasing press of his finger has granted her permission, she thinks, to dual-purpose express her gratitude and shy away from further examination of her own feelings. It is a distraction as much as it is thanks that she slides her palm over the bulge in his pants and gropes blindly, rubbing the heel of her palm up his length along the edge of his zipper. ]
I won't. [ She says it quietly. ] I don't want you to stop.
[ All she has ever wanted is more. Quickly — too quickly, really, to the point of being abrupt and overeager — she decides that she is not satisfied with this over-the-pants approach. The angle is awkward and she cannot grip him. She starts unfastening his pants. ]