[The bond amplifies everything, making him oversensitive to how she grabs at his tunic and pulls him even further into their shared embrace. His heavier thoughts bury themselves in a forgotten recess in his mind, and he allows himself to get lost in perhaps the most favorable aspect of the Dark side: passion.
His hands move up from her hips to hold higher on her torso, at the mid-point of her ribs while she drags her hands through his hair. It coaxes his lips to part, to invite her in with him. It speaks to the trust she's managed to wrest from him, how close he allows her with such little resistance.
Its a far cry to when they had just begun to discover this thing between them. The thoughts of failure, of the things he'd lost, of any sort of power struggle -- left behind, shed the way he seeks to shed Rey of the current burdens on her conscious.]
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His hands move up from her hips to hold higher on her torso, at the mid-point of her ribs while she drags her hands through his hair. It coaxes his lips to part, to invite her in with him. It speaks to the trust she's managed to wrest from him, how close he allows her with such little resistance.
Its a far cry to when they had just begun to discover this thing between them. The thoughts of failure, of the things he'd lost, of any sort of power struggle -- left behind, shed the way he seeks to shed Rey of the current burdens on her conscious.]