[ Determined as she is to distance herself from the Lanai's open, horrified judgement of her, she doesn't quite sense Ben gaining ground on her. From a logical perspective, she should have anticipated it. Not only has he habitually tracked her across the island, the two of them nigh inseparable in their attachment, but his strides are considerably longer and easily double the length of her own.
But it isn't until his fingers fasten around her wrist and twist her in his direction that she recognizes that he's shadowed her to the Falcon. Still red-faced and radiating mortification, she doesn't have time to do anything but blink in his direction before his mouth is crushing itself against her own. Her placement on the Falcon's ramp eliminates some of the disparity in their height, but she still tangles her hands in his hair to pull him in closer after her brain has registered and her inaction has turned into sweeping her tongue into his mouth and tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth.
Admittedly, she isn't nearly as aroused as she had been. The Lanai's interruption has seen to that, a metaphorical bucket of ice cold water poured over her to temper her desire, but she feels the need to reaffirm that — for all of his composure and disinterest — he still wants her in a primal way. Her fingers twist into the front of his tunic, trying to keep him close — and, to some extent, keep her legs from wanting to give out beneath her when she's still vibrating with embarrassment and leftover adrenaline. ]
BC HE'S A FUCKBOI AND THAT'S THE WORST CHOICE HE COULD POSSIBLY MAKE
But it isn't until his fingers fasten around her wrist and twist her in his direction that she recognizes that he's shadowed her to the Falcon. Still red-faced and radiating mortification, she doesn't have time to do anything but blink in his direction before his mouth is crushing itself against her own. Her placement on the Falcon's ramp eliminates some of the disparity in their height, but she still tangles her hands in his hair to pull him in closer after her brain has registered and her inaction has turned into sweeping her tongue into his mouth and tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth.
Admittedly, she isn't nearly as aroused as she had been. The Lanai's interruption has seen to that, a metaphorical bucket of ice cold water poured over her to temper her desire, but she feels the need to reaffirm that — for all of his composure and disinterest — he still wants her in a primal way. Her fingers twist into the front of his tunic, trying to keep him close — and, to some extent, keep her legs from wanting to give out beneath her when she's still vibrating with embarrassment and leftover adrenaline. ]