[ But it's too late. He slips out of her, and the warmth is lost. Like last time, she can immediately feel the slow start of fluids trickling the curve of her pelvis. Rey rolls over, burrowing into his side, coiling one arm and one leg around his wide body. They're both cooler for this configuration of limbs, but the spots where her skin clings to his remain sticky, dripping new sweat.
The splotchy flush of exertion and arousal covers any pinkening of her face that results from his insistence. Denying the claim seems ungracious, even if he had often criticized her. But thanking him was to accept it as true, and she didn't know how to do that either.
It's tempting to avoid the whole thing by letting sleep take her. She's certainly ready for it. Yoda would be proud. ]
I'm glad you think so. [ That's what she settles on, finally. And to discourage him from pinning her down with it, she says, ] Because I won't be anymore. I'll be misbehaving all of the time if this is where it gets me. Pulling hair, coming to bed with my hair wet ... [ Something closes up her throat, panic telling her to stop talking before she digs herself deeper, because buried in those words is the assumption that they'll go back to how things were. ]
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[ But it's too late. He slips out of her, and the warmth is lost. Like last time, she can immediately feel the slow start of fluids trickling the curve of her pelvis. Rey rolls over, burrowing into his side, coiling one arm and one leg around his wide body. They're both cooler for this configuration of limbs, but the spots where her skin clings to his remain sticky, dripping new sweat.
The splotchy flush of exertion and arousal covers any pinkening of her face that results from his insistence. Denying the claim seems ungracious, even if he had often criticized her. But thanking him was to accept it as true, and she didn't know how to do that either.
It's tempting to avoid the whole thing by letting sleep take her. She's certainly ready for it.
Yoda would be proud.]I'm glad you think so. [ That's what she settles on, finally. And to discourage him from pinning her down with it, she says, ] Because I won't be anymore. I'll be misbehaving all of the time if this is where it gets me. Pulling hair, coming to bed with my hair wet ... [ Something closes up her throat, panic telling her to stop talking before she digs herself deeper, because buried in those words is the assumption that they'll go back to how things were. ]