[ The whisper of his breath ruffles the errant strands spilling from the unruly bun at the nape of her neck, but nothing is so compelling as the effect it has on her skin. Her throat has gone parched, flushed — a result of sleep, she tells herself, though that doesn't account for the goosebumps that appear along the same path as his heavy exhales.
Rey squirms like she might escape it, but with her foot snared against the inseam of his leg, she's virtually immobile. Well. If she's going to succumb to it, at least she can acknowledge it's the most vividly realistic dream she's had the agony of experiencing. Might as well make the most of it before daylight burns it away and allows shame to take the place of her contented enjoyment of a solid body working to warm her. ]
I don't know. [ It sounds like she hasn't had water in weeks, scratchy and hoarse when she speaks. She feels absurd answering what has to be a specter, a figment created by a lonely mind, but she still twists in its arms to sleepily plead over her shoulder. ] Stay.
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Rey squirms like she might escape it, but with her foot snared against the inseam of his leg, she's virtually immobile. Well. If she's going to succumb to it, at least she can acknowledge it's the most vividly realistic dream she's had the agony of experiencing. Might as well make the most of it before daylight burns it away and allows shame to take the place of her contented enjoyment of a solid body working to warm her. ]
I don't know. [ It sounds like she hasn't had water in weeks, scratchy and hoarse when she speaks. She feels absurd answering what has to be a specter, a figment created by a lonely mind, but she still twists in its arms to sleepily plead over her shoulder. ] Stay.