[ there's a strange disconnect, tucked somewhere away in rey's mind, the knowledge that she may not have ever crossed this line of her own intent and the conflicting awareness that she really, really wanted to. the desire may have been cloaked in scent and urged on by a bravery not altogether her own, but the rush of pleasure that came when poe's arms pulled her just those few inches off the ground into an embrace was entirely rey.
even still, when they break for a breath, the echo of a soft gasp spills between them; despite the other people in the crowded street, rey has forgotten there is anyone but them both, so consumed by the wave of emotion rolling between them that even a few rude passersby pushing her a little more firmly into him with their shoulders doesn't phase her. if anything, it just makes her clutch to him a little tighter, arms looping around his neck as she takes a ragged inhale. ]
Hi. [ it's a greeting, but not enough of one. there's no way to encapsulate just how much she feels in seeing him again, no way to share the levels of relief and guilt that war in her for being glad to have him close, not in just one syllable breathlessly expelled.
at least, that's the justification rey gives herself for giving in to that urge again, for letting her face tip to catch his mouth again, this time a little more fervently, letting instinct take hold where experience cannot.
i missed you comes through, clear as day, but for once, rey's not sure if it's coming from her or not. what's more clear is what comes through from both: i didn't want to do this without you. ]
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even still, when they break for a breath, the echo of a soft gasp spills between them; despite the other people in the crowded street, rey has forgotten there is anyone but them both, so consumed by the wave of emotion rolling between them that even a few rude passersby pushing her a little more firmly into him with their shoulders doesn't phase her. if anything, it just makes her clutch to him a little tighter, arms looping around his neck as she takes a ragged inhale. ]
Hi. [ it's a greeting, but not enough of one. there's no way to encapsulate just how much she feels in seeing him again, no way to share the levels of relief and guilt that war in her for being glad to have him close, not in just one syllable breathlessly expelled.
at least, that's the justification rey gives herself for giving in to that urge again, for letting her face tip to catch his mouth again, this time a little more fervently, letting instinct take hold where experience cannot.
i missed you comes through, clear as day, but for once, rey's not sure if it's coming from her or not. what's more clear is what comes through from both: i didn't want to do this without you. ]