[ Except he's keeping his mouth voluntarily preoccupied at the moment, working across the soft skin of her throat, further down as she willingly tips her head back for him, which would have ruined any attempt at refraining from getting too caught up in them. That solid black line, one that Finn shares, is an ever=present reminder, and it's one that he's defiantly ignoring, and maybe more than slightly tempted to leave his own marks across it with his teeth, even if it's a symbolic gesture, at best. It doesn't take much to give in to that temptation either, not when she's groaning and arching herself into him like this, eager for more.
This works. Somehow. If- or when, most likely, he has the chance to stop and think about this, it shouldn't surprise him too much. He felt a connection with her right from the very beginning, before he even saw her, swooping in at the last moment with the Falcon to protect their last ditch assault, and that first moment he did see her, standing there lifting tons of rock as casually brushing away pebbles in their way. He'd never seen anything like it before.
Meeting someone like her, so close on the heels of meeting Finn, where he had that same feeling, it couldn't just be a coincidence. Just like he doesn't believe it's a coincidence that they're together here, now, either.
She's already taken off her belt, which makes it that much easier to push the now loosely wrapped fabric away from her shoulders, exposing more bare skin for his lips to roam across as his fingers slide lower, seeking out the edge of the fabric that's still covering her chest. There are still a lot of layers of fabric between them, and he's not being particularly shy about wanting to get rid of those. ]
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[ Except he's keeping his mouth voluntarily preoccupied at the moment, working across the soft skin of her throat, further down as she willingly tips her head back for him, which would have ruined any attempt at refraining from getting too caught up in them. That solid black line, one that Finn shares, is an ever=present reminder, and it's one that he's defiantly ignoring, and maybe more than slightly tempted to leave his own marks across it with his teeth, even if it's a symbolic gesture, at best. It doesn't take much to give in to that temptation either, not when she's groaning and arching herself into him like this, eager for more.
This works. Somehow. If- or when, most likely, he has the chance to stop and think about this, it shouldn't surprise him too much. He felt a connection with her right from the very beginning, before he even saw her, swooping in at the last moment with the Falcon to protect their last ditch assault, and that first moment he did see her, standing there lifting tons of rock as casually brushing away pebbles in their way. He'd never seen anything like it before.
Meeting someone like her, so close on the heels of meeting Finn, where he had that same feeling, it couldn't just be a coincidence. Just like he doesn't believe it's a coincidence that they're together here, now, either.
She's already taken off her belt, which makes it that much easier to push the now loosely wrapped fabric away from her shoulders, exposing more bare skin for his lips to roam across as his fingers slide lower, seeking out the edge of the fabric that's still covering her chest. There are still a lot of layers of fabric between them, and he's not being particularly shy about wanting to get rid of those. ]