That spark between them was always there and it's moments like these where it feels charged, like there's no one else in the universe but her. His hand slides up her thigh, bracing himself with her knee and his other hand on the edge of the tub as he moves as close to her as he can get with her knees tucked between them. His legs are bent at the knee on either side of her as they lean in to kiss one another.

"Mm. Maybe not that motivated right now." Natives, he can't help but think with disgust, his expression twisting somewhat as the thought passes. They weren't all bad, obviously, but they weren't all good either. The one Orlesian he has met was a complete bantha turd, actually. No, it's best not to think about that and focus on much more pleasant things.

His hands drift along her outer thighs as he gives a contented hum against her lips and kisses her. He wanted nothing more than to drag her the rest of the way towards him so that they could press together skin to skin. He is content for now not to uproot her from where she is already, happy that the two of them are kissing and touching one another. He learned patience often granted him better satisfaction than throwing caution to the wind and taking what he wanted.