[ The gentle insistence of his lips pries hers open, and she's awed by how soft and wet and warm his mouth feels against hers, how natural it is. It's that moment when she decides she wants to feel that everywhere, to dissolve into it. Her tongue is unpracticed and awkward, but it probes against his, her mouth widening a little too far for lack of models of this sort of thing to go off of.
She has not witnessed enough kisses, surveyed them with the intent of one day having her own, to have any kind of technique. Only earnest. It's a little too wet and a little too fumbling, but it's real.
The focus she puts into it leaves her surprised when his hand makes its way to between her thighs. She breaks the kiss then, gasping, staring up at him with wide eyes. No one has ever— Well, obviously. She's too young. Still growing into her longer limbs, practically flat as a board in the chest, and muscled like a fathier.
Still, bitterly, she realizes as his fingers press against her folds that she knows the fair price for trading this sort of thing away, had she ever needed to. She kisses him again in hopes it will help her forget it.
It's a short one this time. ]
Wait. [ She whines. Not because she isn't ready for him, but because she doesn't want it over so fast. They're in a rush — or they should be — because of Han and Chewie, but … his hands feel so good on her skin that she can't help it. She reaches for his hand and guides it up over her stomach to one of her breasts. ] Go slow.
[ She searches his eyes as though trying to make an apology to his pride as she adds — ] I can show you.
don't be ridiculous we don't have that kind of time
She has not witnessed enough kisses, surveyed them with the intent of one day having her own, to have any kind of technique. Only earnest. It's a little too wet and a little too fumbling, but it's real.
The focus she puts into it leaves her surprised when his hand makes its way to between her thighs. She breaks the kiss then, gasping, staring up at him with wide eyes. No one has ever— Well, obviously. She's too young. Still growing into her longer limbs, practically flat as a board in the chest, and muscled like a fathier.
Still, bitterly, she realizes as his fingers press against her folds that she knows the fair price for trading this sort of thing away, had she ever needed to. She kisses him again in hopes it will help her forget it.
It's a short one this time. ]
Wait. [ She whines. Not because she isn't ready for him, but because she doesn't want it over so fast. They're in a rush — or they should be — because of Han and Chewie, but … his hands feel so good on her skin that she can't help it. She reaches for his hand and guides it up over her stomach to one of her breasts. ] Go slow.
[ She searches his eyes as though trying to make an apology to his pride as she adds — ] I can show you.