Rey was about to say something about bringing up Snoke in the bedroom, but he chases the thought away with a touch, and she sighs as he slides into her. She bites her lip as she wraps her legs around his waist, heat flooding her abdomen. She's heard people who complain about their significant others, older couples sick of one-another, but she can't imagine that ever being them. She can't imagine ever being sick of him, and the way he makes her feel. Especially in moments like this, she feels complete in ways she won't ever fully be able to articulate.

"I love you, too," she replies, humming her approval and arching up into him as he rolls his hips into hers, her fingers tightening in his hair.