[ The thought had crossed Poe's mind, that he could lean in and grip Rey's thighs to lift her onto the counter, the inclination was there, so much so that when he feels her shifting to do exactly that he's only encouraging her, sliding into that space and between her legs before he's even thought about what kind of effect it's going to have. Not that there was a lot of space between them before, but now she's in a perfect position to turn that shifting into outright grinding, and it's hard not to. The hand on her hip has already moves reflexively to her lower back, using a tighter grip there to pull her to the very edge of the counter, up tightly against him.
And she's only encouraging it. She would have to be inexperienced, wouldn't she? He can't imagine that she's had much human interaction until she came to them, away from Jakku, and she hasn't been in the city long enough to have done much, if anything, not that any of it's stopping her from being bold and unflinching now in pushing this past a mutual inclination toward affection, right over the tentative steps that would usually start with two people getting intimate with each other for the first time. But then, nothing's been conventional about her life, or for the circumstances in which they've gotten to know each other.
He exhales a heated breath that could have been frustration, and in a way it is, but she's entirely right in assuming that he'll match her move for move on this, as impulsive and reckless as it may be. The truth is that he trusts her, both to know what she wants and tell him exactly what that is, and no amount of perfume or charms or whatever over aphrodisiacs they might throw at him, that might sway them one way or another, this is real. And it's not just about trust, about this being a convenient outlet for the two of them because they're friends and allies in a strange place, though maybe that would have been enough.
He pulls his hands back, briefly, to roll his shoulders, letting his jacket slide off of them before he's wrapping both arms around her, one hand slipping up as far as the back of her neck, his fingertips curling against her skin. It should be too much, all of this should be, but is it, if this is what they both want? ]
So you 'don't mind' this?
[ Her answer will have to wait until after he's kissed her again. This one has even less restraint than the last. In fact it might be hard to sense any restraint at all, just an open warmth and a hint at the heat underneath it. He doesn't have to worry about bearing her down on the counter with the enthusiasm as long as she's braced firmly in his arms, which might be a good thing since the escalation of those kisses might be enough to make that support necessary. ]
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And she's only encouraging it. She would have to be inexperienced, wouldn't she? He can't imagine that she's had much human interaction until she came to them, away from Jakku, and she hasn't been in the city long enough to have done much, if anything, not that any of it's stopping her from being bold and unflinching now in pushing this past a mutual inclination toward affection, right over the tentative steps that would usually start with two people getting intimate with each other for the first time. But then, nothing's been conventional about her life, or for the circumstances in which they've gotten to know each other.
He exhales a heated breath that could have been frustration, and in a way it is, but she's entirely right in assuming that he'll match her move for move on this, as impulsive and reckless as it may be. The truth is that he trusts her, both to know what she wants and tell him exactly what that is, and no amount of perfume or charms or whatever over aphrodisiacs they might throw at him, that might sway them one way or another, this is real. And it's not just about trust, about this being a convenient outlet for the two of them because they're friends and allies in a strange place, though maybe that would have been enough.
He pulls his hands back, briefly, to roll his shoulders, letting his jacket slide off of them before he's wrapping both arms around her, one hand slipping up as far as the back of her neck, his fingertips curling against her skin. It should be too much, all of this should be, but is it, if this is what they both want? ]
So you 'don't mind' this?
[ Her answer will have to wait until after he's kissed her again. This one has even less restraint than the last. In fact it might be hard to sense any restraint at all, just an open warmth and a hint at the heat underneath it. He doesn't have to worry about bearing her down on the counter with the enthusiasm as long as she's braced firmly in his arms, which might be a good thing since the escalation of those kisses might be enough to make that support necessary. ]