[ it isn't meant to be dismissive, or some kind of a rejection. it's just the honest truth. in between living in the desert and the fast-paced disaster that had been the few years now they've been in the resistance together, rey's hardly had time to breathe, let alone allow her mind to wander to thoughts of anything remotely like this.
she'd known poe dameron was attractive, though. it didn't take a force vision to recognize that simple fact. had her mind had time to explore that acknowledgement, perhaps it might have drifted to thoughts of what it would be like to do more than just argue with him, or to what it might be like to shut him up in some way other than aggravating him to the point he stormed off in the middle of a shouting match.
as it was, she'd known she'd had some kind of something — some magnetic pull, some part of her that sought out its match in him. she just hadn't known what it was.
now she knows. now she recognizes it for what it had been, what it could be. a fire that flamed hotter when they were together, better suited for building each other up into peaks of pleasure than aggravating each other into fury. she trusted him, but that trust went a little deeper now. ]
I never had time.
[ she has time now, though. time to exhale out a sigh of pleasure as his fingertips skim between her legs, nudging her apart as she shifts to accommodate the request. there's time to let her own hands curl into the sheets, a lazy grip at fabric rather than a desperate pull. ]
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[ it isn't meant to be dismissive, or some kind of a rejection. it's just the honest truth. in between living in the desert and the fast-paced disaster that had been the few years now they've been in the resistance together, rey's hardly had time to breathe, let alone allow her mind to wander to thoughts of anything remotely like this.
she'd known poe dameron was attractive, though. it didn't take a force vision to recognize that simple fact. had her mind had time to explore that acknowledgement, perhaps it might have drifted to thoughts of what it would be like to do more than just argue with him, or to what it might be like to shut him up in some way other than aggravating him to the point he stormed off in the middle of a shouting match.
as it was, she'd known she'd had some kind of something — some magnetic pull, some part of her that sought out its match in him. she just hadn't known what it was.
now she knows. now she recognizes it for what it had been, what it could be. a fire that flamed hotter when they were together, better suited for building each other up into peaks of pleasure than aggravating each other into fury. she trusted him, but that trust went a little deeper now. ]
I never had time.
[ she has time now, though. time to exhale out a sigh of pleasure as his fingertips skim between her legs, nudging her apart as she shifts to accommodate the request. there's time to let her own hands curl into the sheets, a lazy grip at fabric rather than a desperate pull. ]
I will now, though.