[ Her pleasure flutters across the bond, shared with him. It's not just the sensation itself of his teeth and tongue exploring her sensitive breast, but the attention itself, and what it signifies. Rey makes quiet, satisfied sounds in answer, letting her eyes drift shut. This is the Ben Solo she sees, has always seen. Attentive. Curious. Needy and vulnerable too, yes.
She leans her head into his hand, savoring the soft scrape of his nails against her scalp as he carves a clean path through the tangled, sweaty mess of her hair. It tugs. She isn't discouraged, nor does she stop him. ]
I prefer this way of learning. [ Shamelessly put. She settles her head down against his chest then, near the shoulder. And she reaches up with one hand to trace the slope of his neck down over his collarbone and over the curve of his deltoid, idly, possessively. Like she's appraising her newly acquired property. ]
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She leans her head into his hand, savoring the soft scrape of his nails against her scalp as he carves a clean path through the tangled, sweaty mess of her hair. It tugs. She isn't discouraged, nor does she stop him. ]
I prefer this way of learning. [ Shamelessly put. She settles her head down against his chest then, near the shoulder. And she reaches up with one hand to trace the slope of his neck down over his collarbone and over the curve of his deltoid, idly, possessively. Like she's appraising her newly acquired property. ]