[ They're both slick and breathing heavy from their activities. Sweat sticking their bodies together like glue and now the fire feels almost too hot next to him. The rain slams against the walls and in the afterglow it's quiet and peaceful. Not left in a heaping mess on silken sheets, no crying, no upending whatever the hell he had for---
Shit.
When was the last time he ate actually?
He doesn't want to think on that too hard because the obvious answer is that it was before Hux took him to his room.
He manages a ghost of a grin as his arms wrap around her, pull her close and tight. ] I could eat something. [ Given a second to think about that statement he adds ] Actual food-- Not you. [ Another beat. ] Yet.
[ That is shaping up to be somehow the best and worst sentence I've ever typed.
But as his breath returns to him, as he starts to feel the full weight of her on his chest as he breathes in and out, he realizes all at once. ] But yeah, I'm good.
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Shit.
When was the last time he ate actually?
He doesn't want to think on that too hard because the obvious answer is that it was before Hux took him to his room.
He manages a ghost of a grin as his arms wrap around her, pull her close and tight. ] I could eat something. [ Given a second to think about that statement he adds ] Actual food-- Not you. [ Another beat. ] Yet.
[ That is shaping up to be somehow the best and worst sentence I've ever typed.
But as his breath returns to him, as he starts to feel the full weight of her on his chest as he breathes in and out, he realizes all at once. ] But yeah, I'm good.