[ the tip of rey's head exposes her neck and welcomes him in, and she's pleased to find that his attention has a sharp edge to it now. the pressure of his teeth, the sting as he tweaks her nipple, these things draw an airy, satisfied noise out of the back of her throat. he twitches against her, convulses, and the bond helps her interpret it for the flinch it is.
she turns her face to kiss the messy knot of dark hair leaned into her shoulder. it belies her smile. she slows, her hand opening but still brushing along him. a gentle reminder, an effort to bring him back down to a simmer. ]
Shhh. Not yet. [ this is a power she's much more interested in than the power she holds over the galaxy: the power to keep him ever teetering on the brink of some undoing. ] Not like this. [ she nips at his earlobe. it's gentle and playful and most importantly distracting from the soft, rhythmic work of her hand. ] I still want you inside of me. Preferably for more than a few seconds.
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she turns her face to kiss the messy knot of dark hair leaned into her shoulder. it belies her smile. she slows, her hand opening but still brushing along him. a gentle reminder, an effort to bring him back down to a simmer. ]
Shhh. Not yet. [ this is a power she's much more interested in than the power she holds over the galaxy: the power to keep him ever teetering on the brink of some undoing. ] Not like this. [ she nips at his earlobe. it's gentle and playful and most importantly distracting from the soft, rhythmic work of her hand. ] I still want you inside of me. Preferably for more than a few seconds.