[ When she stands, she has to let go of him, but the stretch of her legs is so pleasant, so relieving. It's a cold water shower on a hot day on Jakku. She shuts her eyes and exhales, blissfully, which leaves her relaxed and comfortable and unexpecting when his open palm cracks against the sweat-dampened flesh. She jumps, but the sound of surprise carries in it notes of pleasure, gratitude.
The sting radiates from the red mark in the shape of his hand. Deeper, like it's imprinting her, claiming her with a fine sensation comparable to an electrical burn. But also across the surface, tingling the rest of her skin until goosebumps prickle on her thighs.
Rey's mouth hangs open, her expression faintly drugged and distant as she savors that feeling and resurfaces, so used to accepting what he's giving now that she has to think hard to find what she needs, what precisely she wants from him. She loops her arms around his neck, drawing him close to her chest. One of her hands threads through his hair and guides his lips back to one of her breasts. ]
Thank you. [ She breathes out the words not like he's done her a favor but like through him she's seen God. She tips her chin down, rubs her nose against the top of his head. After a moment of this, she gathers herself, steadies her breathing, and says: ] Again. Do it again. [ A beat, then: ] Please.
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The sting radiates from the red mark in the shape of his hand. Deeper, like it's imprinting her, claiming her with a fine sensation comparable to an electrical burn. But also across the surface, tingling the rest of her skin until goosebumps prickle on her thighs.
Rey's mouth hangs open, her expression faintly drugged and distant as she savors that feeling and resurfaces, so used to accepting what he's giving now that she has to think hard to find what she needs, what precisely she wants from him. She loops her arms around his neck, drawing him close to her chest. One of her hands threads through his hair and guides his lips back to one of her breasts. ]
Thank you. [ She breathes out the words not like he's done her a favor but like through him she's seen God. She tips her chin down, rubs her nose against the top of his head. After a moment of this, she gathers herself, steadies her breathing, and says: ] Again. Do it again. [ A beat, then: ] Please.
[ Anticipation twitches between her legs. ]