[ a thousand tacitly exchanged feelings and thoughts make acting upon their passion a seamless enterprise. even their breath rises and falls together. it happens automatically, slipping into the comfort provided by the bond. it should feel tainted, somehow, knowing that snoke was the one who had bridged the gap, to turn this potential they had into something so all-consuming, but ...
it doesn't.
his influence cannot negate the comfort and belonging that it brought. with her skirts around her thighs, rey circles him in her legs and pulls his hips flush to hers. he's warm and sturdy there between her thighs in a way that feels like home. a scant familiarity in a strange world.
she catches his mouth in a kiss, then turns her chin up and guides him to her throat. this has always been the way of it, for them. instructive — that's a cold word for it. but a willingness to hear and meet the other's needs.
this need comes through clear as day, drowning out the doubts and fears and insecurities that threaten to drown them in distance. she needs him. needs him to show that even if this is all wrong, they are not. that he can be satisfied as long as he just has her, just as she stumbles blindly through this with him as her anchor.
leveraging the hitch of her legs around him, rey bucks her hips up against his, savoring the way the friction both satisfies and exacerbates her slow-building fever. her hands drift down to his belt to continue their work undressing him. it is a brazen confidence that allows her to no longer fear intrusion upon this, or perhaps more importantly, to know that such an intrusion would not stop or humiliate her or demand explanation. not anymore. ]
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it doesn't.
his influence cannot negate the comfort and belonging that it brought. with her skirts around her thighs, rey circles him in her legs and pulls his hips flush to hers. he's warm and sturdy there between her thighs in a way that feels like home. a scant familiarity in a strange world.
she catches his mouth in a kiss, then turns her chin up and guides him to her throat. this has always been the way of it, for them. instructive — that's a cold word for it. but a willingness to hear and meet the other's needs.
this need comes through clear as day, drowning out the doubts and fears and insecurities that threaten to drown them in distance. she needs him. needs him to show that even if this is all wrong, they are not. that he can be satisfied as long as he just has her, just as she stumbles blindly through this with him as her anchor.
leveraging the hitch of her legs around him, rey bucks her hips up against his, savoring the way the friction both satisfies and exacerbates her slow-building fever. her hands drift down to his belt to continue their work undressing him. it is a brazen confidence that allows her to no longer fear intrusion upon this, or perhaps more importantly, to know that such an intrusion would not stop or humiliate her or demand explanation. not anymore. ]