[ Surprisingly, there isn't any sharp impatience there, no defensiveness intended to deflect. Only a breathlessness that rivals his own, panting against the angular curve to his jawline. She has laid it out for him, and that hasn't changed. Plain and simple, she wants him. A future with him, however hazy the details are at the moment. More of what they are and could be to one another.
Her knuckles tighten in the fabric she's gathered in her fists, but pride doesn't prevent her from repeating it. ]
I want — [ She has to release one hand from where it's clutching to yank at his wrist, slot his hand between her legs. That should be straightforward and understandable. The gloves are a new texture where they cup her, where she rocks futilely into his palm, but she isn't in any hurry to remove them. If anything, it's almost thrilling. ] — you. I want you to make sure I don't want to be a good little Jedi.
[ Thickly, she swallows, throat bobbing with it. ]
I want you. Isn't it obvious?
[ Maybe he can't feel it for himself through the barrier of leather, but she's still wet and warm for him. Despite the Lanai dulling her arousal, her body hasn't yet forgotten how he had ignited it, how she had toyed with herself. More's the point, she's too far gone to worry that they'll wander out of the hut and see this, too, in broad daylight. They're too preoccupied, regardless, and the Falcon is too far on the beach to attract any onlookers. ]
I MEANT SETO
[ Surprisingly, there isn't any sharp impatience there, no defensiveness intended to deflect. Only a breathlessness that rivals his own, panting against the angular curve to his jawline. She has laid it out for him, and that hasn't changed. Plain and simple, she wants him. A future with him, however hazy the details are at the moment. More of what they are and could be to one another.
Her knuckles tighten in the fabric she's gathered in her fists, but pride doesn't prevent her from repeating it. ]
I want — [ She has to release one hand from where it's clutching to yank at his wrist, slot his hand between her legs. That should be straightforward and understandable. The gloves are a new texture where they cup her, where she rocks futilely into his palm, but she isn't in any hurry to remove them. If anything, it's almost thrilling. ] — you. I want you to make sure I don't want to be a good little Jedi.
[ Thickly, she swallows, throat bobbing with it. ]
I want you. Isn't it obvious?
[ Maybe he can't feel it for himself through the barrier of leather, but she's still wet and warm for him. Despite the Lanai dulling her arousal, her body hasn't yet forgotten how he had ignited it, how she had toyed with herself. More's the point, she's too far gone to worry that they'll wander out of the hut and see this, too, in broad daylight. They're too preoccupied, regardless, and the Falcon is too far on the beach to attract any onlookers. ]