[ the ability to sense his intent as clearly as she can — not just the usual anticipation that the force provides, but really see it in him before it happens — means she's never surprised when he sweeps into this anymore. it lacks mystery and uncertainty, but it also leaves her feeling ... full. content.
she knows she has him, beyond the shadow of doubt, and that's something better.
her eyes drift shut — they were halfway there already — and she tightens her grip on the front of his tunic, pulling him in by it. if anything were going to chase off the ghosts, it'd be this. she whines into his mouth, her other hand pushing up into his hair. without hesitation she melts against him, finding familiar footing in this embrace.
the road had been ugly, and they'd lost pieces of themselves along the way, parts had come loose, but for this ... she would do all of it again. ]
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she knows she has him, beyond the shadow of doubt, and that's something better.
her eyes drift shut — they were halfway there already — and she tightens her grip on the front of his tunic, pulling him in by it. if anything were going to chase off the ghosts, it'd be this. she whines into his mouth, her other hand pushing up into his hair. without hesitation she melts against him, finding familiar footing in this embrace.
the road had been ugly, and they'd lost pieces of themselves along the way, parts had come loose, but for this ... she would do all of it again. ]