[ This, certainly, is what Poe and Loki and Finn and Keith would call twisted. But Rey watches his tongue press out, watches the color reach his ears where sweat has mussed his hair away from them. The uptick of his heart as his blood warms with the insinuation.
On its own the notion holds some appeal. But more than anything else, she responds to the vulnerability he exposes in offering this. He isn't afraid of her anymore. At least, he isn't afraid of revealing himself to her. His wants and needs. Something clenches and releases inside of her. ]
Teach me.
[ Her mouth feels a little dry. She wants to give this to him in whatever way he needs it. But she needs a guiding hand, first. ]
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On its own the notion holds some appeal. But more than anything else, she responds to the vulnerability he exposes in offering this. He isn't afraid of her anymore. At least, he isn't afraid of revealing himself to her. His wants and needs. Something clenches and releases inside of her. ]
Teach me.
[ Her mouth feels a little dry. She wants to give this to him in whatever way he needs it. But she needs a guiding hand, first. ]