[ Searching him for a tense, prolonged moment, she finally nods, seemingly satisfied with his sincerity. He wanted her. She can sense the truth of it in his expression, in the Force around them, and — without realizing that she's scanning the bond, probing to get a read on his current emotions — in their connection. ]
Good. [ Good. Relief pours through her now that he's unseated a deep-rooted fear that, not only might he come to regret sleeping with her, she has inadvertently taken advantage of his fragile state. On her next exhale, a puff of a sigh through her mouth, she leans forward. The kiss she leaves at the corner of his mouth is a chaste, quick act; his face is lined with an exhaustion she doesn't want to exacerbate, and she still isn't certain where his boundaries are set. ] So did I.
[ Wanted to. Still wants to, for that matter, hoping she's communicated that well enough. ]
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Good. [ Good. Relief pours through her now that he's unseated a deep-rooted fear that, not only might he come to regret sleeping with her, she has inadvertently taken advantage of his fragile state. On her next exhale, a puff of a sigh through her mouth, she leans forward. The kiss she leaves at the corner of his mouth is a chaste, quick act; his face is lined with an exhaustion she doesn't want to exacerbate, and she still isn't certain where his boundaries are set. ] So did I.
[ Wanted to. Still wants to, for that matter, hoping she's communicated that well enough. ]