[ maybe she should. she considers it, too — the opportunity is there, for a passing moment as he grins at her, to lean in and press her lips to his in something a little more bruising, a little more urgent, but it passes before she gets a chance as his mouth drops to press against her throat. this time, her head does roll back, entirely instinctive as she groans appreciatively, cool air rushing into her mouth with each inhale of breath. ]
If your mouth's busy, you can't say anything stupid with it.
[ now they're just play-fighting, teasing back and forth in familiar volleys, as easy to slip into as a warm bath. even amidst the unfamiliar — the way her body seems to know without her brain catching up that arching into that roll of his hips means more friction in the next pass, the way she hisses as his teeth catch against skin — there is something she knows, the give-and-take of their relationship to each other a steady constant she can rely on.
it gives her solid ground to balance on even as the world around her remains topsy-turvy, a confusing mess of social roles and expectations unlike anything she's ever known. she may have spent the afternoon broiling in frustrations, annoyed that after having escaped jakku without ever having to trade her body for survival she'd have to do it here, but she doesn't think about that now.
this isn't about quotas or contracts or the synergy between a submissive and a dominant. this is something else. she doesn't know what, but rey doesn't know that she cares, either. ]
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If your mouth's busy, you can't say anything stupid with it.
[ now they're just play-fighting, teasing back and forth in familiar volleys, as easy to slip into as a warm bath. even amidst the unfamiliar — the way her body seems to know without her brain catching up that arching into that roll of his hips means more friction in the next pass, the way she hisses as his teeth catch against skin — there is something she knows, the give-and-take of their relationship to each other a steady constant she can rely on.
it gives her solid ground to balance on even as the world around her remains topsy-turvy, a confusing mess of social roles and expectations unlike anything she's ever known. she may have spent the afternoon broiling in frustrations, annoyed that after having escaped jakku without ever having to trade her body for survival she'd have to do it here, but she doesn't think about that now.
this isn't about quotas or contracts or the synergy between a submissive and a dominant. this is something else. she doesn't know what, but rey doesn't know that she cares, either. ]