[ She's only just beginning to learn that, yes, this is A Thing she enjoys. Complete and utter Kylo Ren domination — or seduction, as it stands. There isn't any mistaking her arousal, either; already her skin has begun to flush and glow, trailing across her cheekbones and beneath the loose collar of that raggedy shirt, and she has since stopped her squirming and shifting. Her wrists stay limp in his grip as her head tilts to the side, baring her neck without any fear of what's to come.
When she moves to press her thighs together to alleviate some of her frustration, find some much needed friction, she finds it's a futile endeavor. His body wedged between her legs prevents her from doing much more than clamping her knees around his hips, too far for her to mindlessly grind herself against him.
And, speaking of mindless, she very nearly does gasp out yes in a lust-filled, desperate fog. Yes, she wants that — but that isn't what he's asking her, is it? She forces herself to pay attention, even as her breath hitches, unable to disguise her whimper as his teeth snag on the shell of hear ear. A night together has been enough, it seems, to afford him a map of her weak points — where to press his mouth against her neck to elicit a shiver, and how to scrape his teeth against her skin to invoke a shiver despite how feverish she suddenly feels. ]
I'm more than just an ally to the Resistance. [ Which is, in a way, entirely true. More than that, it doesn't fall into the trap of answering with an affirmative or a negative. ] I'm a Jedi, and Jedi aren't mean to consort at all.
[ As he's told her. Like either of them will allow that to stop them, but that's merely part of the facade. Part of whatever game they've chosen to currently play. ]
i've decided that he is so yes
When she moves to press her thighs together to alleviate some of her frustration, find some much needed friction, she finds it's a futile endeavor. His body wedged between her legs prevents her from doing much more than clamping her knees around his hips, too far for her to mindlessly grind herself against him.
And, speaking of mindless, she very nearly does gasp out yes in a lust-filled, desperate fog. Yes, she wants that — but that isn't what he's asking her, is it? She forces herself to pay attention, even as her breath hitches, unable to disguise her whimper as his teeth snag on the shell of hear ear. A night together has been enough, it seems, to afford him a map of her weak points — where to press his mouth against her neck to elicit a shiver, and how to scrape his teeth against her skin to invoke a shiver despite how feverish she suddenly feels. ]
I'm more than just an ally to the Resistance. [ Which is, in a way, entirely true. More than that, it doesn't fall into the trap of answering with an affirmative or a negative. ] I'm a Jedi, and Jedi aren't mean to consort at all.
[ As he's told her. Like either of them will allow that to stop them, but that's merely part of the facade. Part of whatever game they've chosen to currently play. ]