[The ripple of anxiety he feels from her makes his brows draw together. How could she be anything less than perfect to behold? Her freckles were like a map of constellations on her skin and each little dip and dimple and mark on her skin mapped out her body like the topography of the desert she’d lived in.
His eyes lift to hers, holding her gaze in the hope he could project what he saw through their connection within the Force. After a moment he descends on her skin, mouth pressed to collar bone. His hands move down her sides and his mouth presses kisses to her chest, his lips warming against her sternum and moving to the curve of her breast. He listened for little cues, wanting to hear her pleasure while he worshipped the skin that she felt vulnerable in showing him.]
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His eyes lift to hers, holding her gaze in the hope he could project what he saw through their connection within the Force. After a moment he descends on her skin, mouth pressed to collar bone. His hands move down her sides and his mouth presses kisses to her chest, his lips warming against her sternum and moving to the curve of her breast. He listened for little cues, wanting to hear her pleasure while he worshipped the skin that she felt vulnerable in showing him.]