[ his teeth scratch down her throat, mouth sucking a ring that she can feel bruising over that damn black line painted down the middle, and a strangled cry spills out from parted lips, something almost feral in the echo of it as she arches into the touch. it's a mark — a temporary one, at that — but something about it stings and swells hot inside of her, some instinctive need to belong that has her suddenly willing to do anything and everything she can to earn more of it.
so when his hands slip into the folds of her tunic, when his fingertips brush along the gray binding that's wrapped around her chest, rey doesn't hesitate to follow his implied encouragements, to pull at the knot whose ties lay between her shoulder blades, to roll her shoulders back the way he had until fabric falls and pools around her waist, slumping against the countertop where it can go no further. without the belt, it only takes a few moments of practiced, efficient movements before rey is quite simply laid bare to the hips, exposed to the cool air of his apartment, goosebumps sprawling over her arms and shoulders.
it's cold, she realizes, and in that same moment, her arms reach out, instinctively pulling him back into press flush against him, soaking up not only the heat of his body but of his mouth on her own, pouring that eager, wanton energy into a kiss that practically begs him to push forward, her own inexperience be damned. ]
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so when his hands slip into the folds of her tunic, when his fingertips brush along the gray binding that's wrapped around her chest, rey doesn't hesitate to follow his implied encouragements, to pull at the knot whose ties lay between her shoulder blades, to roll her shoulders back the way he had until fabric falls and pools around her waist, slumping against the countertop where it can go no further. without the belt, it only takes a few moments of practiced, efficient movements before rey is quite simply laid bare to the hips, exposed to the cool air of his apartment, goosebumps sprawling over her arms and shoulders.
it's cold, she realizes, and in that same moment, her arms reach out, instinctively pulling him back into press flush against him, soaking up not only the heat of his body but of his mouth on her own, pouring that eager, wanton energy into a kiss that practically begs him to push forward, her own inexperience be damned. ]