[ It still feels like something out of a wild dream, seeing Rey look at him like this, more than just grateful to see him, to have a friend and an ally here to support her where otherwise they would all be very much alone. She's confident about it, the problem is in where the dividing line is between her own brazen attitude and the effect that the lingering scents must be having on her, and it's definitely not one that Poe's at all sure of. It's hard to think about that when she tips her head back and leans in, but unlike the last time he's prepared for it, and he's meeting her halfway, while those words she seems to utter so casually seem to twist around in the general vicinity of his stomach. It's hard to think about anything except how warm and unexpectedly soft her lips are, again, now that he's capturing them with his own.
He's got her back up against the counter now, a solid surface that braces her where she is while he slides closer, one hand slipping to her jaw, his other settling on the edge next to her as he leans in, so close now that their bodies are flush against each other. It's a solid warmth that he's moved into, but the stutter of breath that almost breaks the kiss would suggest that he wasn't expecting it. The more she wordlessly urges him toward, the more he feels any semblance of self-control slipping away from him, knowing fully well that it shouldn't.
So no, he's not pushing her away. He's holding on, even when giving her space would be much more reasonable. ]
You sure about that?
[ This time when he breaks from the kiss for a proper breath, long enough to ask that question, he's not using it as an opportunity to pull away. Whether this is a good idea or not, they've established that kissing is something they're both unashamedly eager for, and given that this is the second time he really doesn't have the inclination to stop doing that now. He's bolder with it this time, not just holding his own but catching her lips with his own and teasing his teeth and tongue against them.
Those scents are still strong enough to keep him from losing himself in this. Which is a good thing, since Rey's really not helping right now. ]
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He's got her back up against the counter now, a solid surface that braces her where she is while he slides closer, one hand slipping to her jaw, his other settling on the edge next to her as he leans in, so close now that their bodies are flush against each other. It's a solid warmth that he's moved into, but the stutter of breath that almost breaks the kiss would suggest that he wasn't expecting it. The more she wordlessly urges him toward, the more he feels any semblance of self-control slipping away from him, knowing fully well that it shouldn't.
So no, he's not pushing her away. He's holding on, even when giving her space would be much more reasonable. ]
You sure about that?
[ This time when he breaks from the kiss for a proper breath, long enough to ask that question, he's not using it as an opportunity to pull away. Whether this is a good idea or not, they've established that kissing is something they're both unashamedly eager for, and given that this is the second time he really doesn't have the inclination to stop doing that now. He's bolder with it this time, not just holding his own but catching her lips with his own and teasing his teeth and tongue against them.
Those scents are still strong enough to keep him from losing himself in this. Which is a good thing, since Rey's really not helping right now. ]