[ there was a moment in which rey thought perhaps he'd have stopped when her hand slipped back up, her fingertips finding purchase against his hip, if not to stop completely than to tentatively explore that new area with his own hands, a stepping stone in between not-so-gentle friction and the release they were both skidding towards. and he might have — but despite how inexperienced and uncertain as she feels about the whole thing, rey finds it's hard to be surprised when he doesn't.
she isn't disappointed. it's difficult to feel anything but exhilaration and wanting, difficult to be aware of anything but the thudding of her heart in her chest and the echo of her own panting breath in her ears; he adjusts and she obliges out of instinct and nothing else, shifting and following his nudging until he's there —
until he says her name, a mix of desire and surprise and something else she can't put a label on in the single syllable, and she nods, fervently, wordlessly, pulling herself to him to swallow up that sound in a kiss that's equal parts hungry and relieved. she'll never have the words to express how good it feels to hear him say her name like that, so she doesn't try. ]
I know, [ don't ask her what she knows. she's still figuring that out. ] It's —
[ but it's her turn to lose her train of thought, for whatever words she might have spilled out to get lost in an appreciative moan as her hips twitch beneath him, as the angle adjusts just enough for pressure to give way to something warmer and for arousal to coat just enough to let him slide that much further in without too much resistance.
she doesn't even remember what she would have said. all she can give him now is a sigh and a nod, her wordless agreement to go ahead and do the damn thing. ]
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she isn't disappointed. it's difficult to feel anything but exhilaration and wanting, difficult to be aware of anything but the thudding of her heart in her chest and the echo of her own panting breath in her ears; he adjusts and she obliges out of instinct and nothing else, shifting and following his nudging until he's there —
until he says her name, a mix of desire and surprise and something else she can't put a label on in the single syllable, and she nods, fervently, wordlessly, pulling herself to him to swallow up that sound in a kiss that's equal parts hungry and relieved. she'll never have the words to express how good it feels to hear him say her name like that, so she doesn't try. ]
I know, [ don't ask her what she knows. she's still figuring that out. ] It's —
[ but it's her turn to lose her train of thought, for whatever words she might have spilled out to get lost in an appreciative moan as her hips twitch beneath him, as the angle adjusts just enough for pressure to give way to something warmer and for arousal to coat just enough to let him slide that much further in without too much resistance.
she doesn't even remember what she would have said. all she can give him now is a sigh and a nod, her wordless agreement to go ahead and do the damn thing. ]