[ she has no complaint on being carried. in fact, though the words don't so much wind up spoken as hurriedly rushed in thought, there is a distinct awareness of how much she likes it — the urgency of his hands against her back, her legs squeezed around him, it all just reinforces that deep swell of desire that has her clinging to him, mouth hot against his own.
until he tears it away, whispering just a single sentence against her ear, and rey groans from a flood of disappointment, an ache of want that echoes between them without hesitation. ] Once, [ comes the bare reply, though she doesn't elaborate, doesn't mention who or when or how. it doesn't seem to matter when it's so much more necessary, so much more tempting, to encourage his mouth back to her own, and to reach out with a hand when the frame of a room appears in her peripheral vision, tugging him along as eagerly as she can by sheer leverage alone.
as if poe didn't know she was stubborn, now it is on full display, as even cradled in his arms she grapples and grasps for some leverage or control, some opportunity to demand more in every moment. ]
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until he tears it away, whispering just a single sentence against her ear, and rey groans from a flood of disappointment, an ache of want that echoes between them without hesitation. ] Once, [ comes the bare reply, though she doesn't elaborate, doesn't mention who or when or how. it doesn't seem to matter when it's so much more necessary, so much more tempting, to encourage his mouth back to her own, and to reach out with a hand when the frame of a room appears in her peripheral vision, tugging him along as eagerly as she can by sheer leverage alone.
as if poe didn't know she was stubborn, now it is on full display, as even cradled in his arms she grapples and grasps for some leverage or control, some opportunity to demand more in every moment. ]