[ She has missed his hands on her. Recognizing it with the way he reached at her while they stood holds no candle to feeling him pawing at her this way, like he's been starving too. The former had been gentle, sheepish. A child tugging at their mother's pant leg for attention. This is possessive and intimate.
The last time they'd been like this, he'd stopped her. She had spent her share of nights relieving her aches in the shower of their hotel room, without him, just to avoid the same awkwardness. The very same ache builds in her now, fueled by the warmth of his mouth as it presses to hers. They slot together like two pieces of the same broken artwork. Her arms lock around his shoulders, encircling him to bring their bodies flush together while Rey parts her lips and pries his apart so her tongue can press in and taste him.
She settles into his lap, a comfortable space. It feels like hers. Maybe it's the cabin fever of being cramped in here with him when the feelings they'd shared for each other never went away, or maybe it really is a logical choice following their conversation. It doesn't matter which, in the end. She won't be sorry for it. ]
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The last time they'd been like this, he'd stopped her. She had spent her share of nights relieving her aches in the shower of their hotel room, without him, just to avoid the same awkwardness. The very same ache builds in her now, fueled by the warmth of his mouth as it presses to hers. They slot together like two pieces of the same broken artwork. Her arms lock around his shoulders, encircling him to bring their bodies flush together while Rey parts her lips and pries his apart so her tongue can press in and taste him.
She settles into his lap, a comfortable space. It feels like hers. Maybe it's the cabin fever of being cramped in here with him when the feelings they'd shared for each other never went away, or maybe it really is a logical choice following their conversation. It doesn't matter which, in the end. She won't be sorry for it. ]