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[The hand not reverently exploring the edges of her brow and her cheek drifts down to her thigh, thumb drawing circles against the soft muscles curled up against his hip.]

I'm glad too. I'm glad we aren't fighting or - or not talking. When I first came here it was... unbearable. I didn't feel alone because you were here but I didn't want to push you.

[In the end she head reached out first and they had become like this.]

[ The muscles on her leg twitch a little at his touch, not used to the gentle touches he's bestowing upon her. The sensation is a little weird, but in a pleasant way. ]

It was hard for me, too. I never wanted to close myself off from you, Ben. I just thought... that was what I'd have to do to protect us both.

[ Maybe protect her a little more than him, but she didn't want to be pushing him into doing something he wasn't ready for. She's still a little worried about doing that, because she knows that the choice to finally let things go and heal is his to make. ]

[His hand moves to her knee and back down her thigh again in a light gesture. He adjusts his weight a little, making sure he isn't leaning too far into her. He wasn't sure the way they were laying together could really be called 'cuddling' when her legs were up against his hips and it was all too easy to dip his weight into her.]

I'm not mad about it. You did what you had to do.

[If anything he respected that choice, even while he agonized over it. He braces himself up on his elbow, leaning in to kiss her.]

We both did.

[He wasn't talking just about how they'd reacted to one another here, but home too. It still hurt that she had left him but she was here. They could put it behind them.]

[ Rey bites her lip as he moves his hand, the sensation almost enough to distract her from the somewhat serious conversation they're having. Her eyelashes flutter as he kisses her, her hand not leaving his cheek. She kisses him again, softly, before answering. ]

I know. I wish things had gone differently. But I think we were always meant to be in each other's orbit.

[He can't help but think of what Snoke had said, when she puts it that way. Darkness rises and light to meet it. Balance. They had always been meant to meet. She always balanced him in both small and large ways. His brows knit together, telegraphing that he was trying not to think about Snoke. He had no place in this. He was free. He couldn't touch his thoughts anymore. He couldn't hurt her anymore.

He kisses her more roughly than intended but retreats again, a softer kiss following it. His hand dips to wrap around the back of her knee, holding her against him as he lowers himself against her while being careful not to crush her. He didn't want her to see his thoughts or his worries right now.]

[ She had thought of what Snoke had said, too. But also what Luke had said too her, powerful light, powerful darkness. One can't resist without the other, and without one or the other there isn't balance. Maybe that was why the Jedi of the past had failed, because they hadn't accepted that truth.

Even if she's wrong about that she can't deny the balance between them. With him near everything seems to be sharper, clearer somehow. But she can't be sure how much of that is the Force, and how much of it is being in love for the first time. She doesn't exactly have anything to compare it to.

Her arms wrap around him again as he lowers himself onto her and she lets out a soft sigh against his lips, holding him close, content with this, them together. ]

[He could feel it too, that sharpness and clarity. Just coming here to check on her had helped ground him and keep him from losing his temper amid this tempest of uncertainty. How much of that was 'balance' or just who she was to him he didn't know. Perhaps a bit of both.

His hands move down her sides again, arms wrapping around her too, the two of them melding together perfectly as ever. Her sigh sent a shiver right down his spine, drawing forth a needy sound of his own from the back of his throat.

The feeling of her warm lips pressing against his made his toes curl and his stomach fill with butterflies. This was truly bliss. Being here in her arms was as free as he'd felt in a long time. He was glad he hadn't completely ruined it with his earlier outbursts of anger directed at the Resistance Pilot.]

[ Her back arches to accommodate his arms under her, body pressing into his. She is comfortable laying like this, kissing him with an almost lazy slowness just enjoying the feel of his mouth against hers.

Idly her hands slide down his back, wandering. She's never really touched him anywhere south of his waist, so there's some hesitation before one of her hands slides down along the curve of his rear. Mostly to see what kind of a reaction she gets from him. ]

[He squirms beneath her touch a bit, hips rising to press into hers. A chuckle follows and he kisses the end of her nose before returning to her mouth again as he relaxes. He'd never touched her below the waist other than to pick her up in his arms or to adjust her legs. He'd certainly never touched her rear, though it was definitely a tempting thing right about now. He reciprocates the action, his hand sliding down her outer thigh to the curve of her rear, squeezing lightly when his hand molds to the shape of her. Two could play at that game.

Teasingly, his teeth scrape against her bottom lip and he sucks lightly on the plump flesh. Each kiss they shared between them was slow and carefree, none of the frenzied push and pull between them until they both trembled beneath each other's touch like taught violin strings. He felt at peace and very much in love.]

[ Rey wrinkles her nose as he kisses it, smiling through their kissing. Her hand stays where it is, comfortably. His hand on her ass actually elicits a giggle of her own, her head tilting back as he sucks on her bottom lip. ]

So we're doing this, now?

[He lets go of her lip, contemplating what to say. He hesitates for a moment, worrying that he's going too far when she asks him that, but she was smiling and kissing him and definitely still touching him. He gives her another squeeze and a half smile.]

Only if you want to.

[ She lets out another laugh, looking up at him with eyes half lidded. Her hand not on his ass moves up to his face, brushing his hair back. ]

No, oddly enough, I like it.

[He can't help but sigh, just quiet enough she might not notice it, when her hand runs through his hair.]

Me too.

[He bites his lip a little, eyes searching hers. His hand on her rear moves to her hip, squeezing lightly.]

Do you want me to- what do we want to do here?

[He suddenly felt awkward again, wanting to know what she wanted him to do but also wanting to just run with it. He'd definitely done plenty enough the last time they were like this but that had been night time fumbling each time they'd gotten like this. This somehow felt very different. They weren't quite as keyed up this time.]

[ She bites her lip too, mirroring him as she looks back at him, her hand hovering on his cheek. ]

What do you want to do?

[ He's always asking her about what she wants, but she's interested in what he wants, too. They're both fairly clueless, but she wants to learn more about what he likes. ]

Well - [He bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly feeling very nervous. He didn't know what he was doing. She didn't know what she was doing.]

We were doing fine just then, I think.

[Kissing was safe. It didn't get him into too much trouble. He might have the floor open to him but he was very much aware that he wanted to be respectful of her, not push for more than he got even if he absolutely wanted her.]

Am I allowed to touch you?

[A bit of a redundant question considering his hand had been on her rear moments ago. He hopes she might catch his meaning. If he was off base on where this was going, he didn't want to make an idiot of himself by doing what he wanted anyway.]

[ She can't help the slight flush of her cheeks as he asks if he can touch her, because she knows what he means. They've done this before, the touching in the dark. But the lamps in her room are all lit because she'd been in the middle of working before everything had happened.

Her hand on his rear slides up to his face too, and she pulls him to her for a gentle kiss, before nodding her head. ]

You can touch me.

[He braces himself up on his elbows and indulges in another sweet kiss, eyes fluttering shut when their lips meet. His forehead touches hers for a moment before he adjusts his weight, his hand dropping to her waist again and just two fingertips slip beneath her shirt, seeking out the soft skin just beneath that he knew was warm and inviting him.]

The same goes for you too, you know.

[He stops what he's doing to reach for her hand, pressing it to his chest so that she can feel how steady his heart was beating. He still didn't feel the usual adrenaline that would get his heart racing. Something about this was steadier, less careless and more worshipful. He wanted to take his time.]

Anywhere you want.

[He dips his head again to graze his lips to her temple while his hand drops to the hem of her shirt again though not going farther than her stomach.]

Edited 2018-05-14 04:36 (UTC)

[ She inhales as his fingers graze her skin, smiling as he pauses to press her hand to his chest. Her gaze is soft as she looks back at his face, tilting her head up to press her lips to his again, softly, before her hand starts to slide down his chest. ]

Anywhere I want, huh?

[ She teases him quietly, as her hand reaches the hem of his shirt. Rather than continuing down though she tugs on the fabric, hiking his shirt up a little to expose his belly to her touch. ]

[He instinctively sucks in a breath, thinking for half a second she might actually keep going down. The thought was definitely an arousing one. That was one thing he hadn't crossed the line on, touching her between her thighs. When she hikes his shirt up he can't help but laugh a bit in earnest.]

Careful I might be a bit ticklish.

[His stomach tensed the moment she had touched him, not expecting it, but relaxed again as she made herself more comfortable. Deciding to play the same game, he hiked up her shirt a bit, his hand pressed flat to her belly and exploring the light muscles there.]

[ She might have had a moment's thought to go down instead of up. Certainly she's curious, but touching him safely for the moment had seemed the better route. Her fingers smooth over the muscles of his stomach, her thumbs slowly sliding higher. ]

I would love to find your ticklish spots.

[ Rey teases him, her own stomach makes jumping in response to his touch, fluttering along with the feeling building deep inside her. ]

[He bows his head into her shoulder as her hand climbs higher, eliciting new trembles in the corded muscle of his abdomen. He feels as if it's some sort of challenge, to touch each other until it's like before when he had been touching her chest. He doesn't waste much time getting there, his fingers hooking into the underside of her breast band. when he finally makes it that far.]

Making you laugh wasn't exactly my specific goal, but if you get ticklish I won't complain.

[He speaks into her ear, kissing it and raising his head again only to bring his lips to hers while pushing her shirt up higher. He would focus on her bindings when he didn't have her shirt in the way and they pushed it over her head.]

[ If making her laugh wasn't his goal he definitely succeeded as his breath on her ear makes her let out a shuddering breath, teasing forgotten. At least for the moment. She kisses him back as he pushes her shirt higher, her own hands twisting and bunching his shirt as he hiked hers and she uses the momentum of holding her arms up to let him pull her shirt off to take his with it, letting out a small laugh of triumph when both are free of them. She falls back to the bed then, bottom lip pulled between her teeth. ]

What was your specific goal?

[ She knows, of course, but she wants to hear him say it. ]

[His hands move over her chest, enjoying the friction between his skin and her breast band that hid her from view still. He bites his lip too, just having the chance to see her like this, laid out in bed with her hair now slightly messed up and fanning out against the pillows. His hands move up her arms in a tortuously slow movement, trapping them above her head while he leans into another kiss.]

That. Hearing how your breath catches in your throat when I touch you.

[He spoke against her lips, smiling a bit to himself like it was some secret they were now sharing with one another. His own throat felt tight, his voice low while desire sang inside him.]

Help me take this off?

[His fingers hook in the edge of her band again, pulling down a corner. The band was wrapped around her so she would have to lift up off the bed again for him to pull it apart and remove it.]

[ He's rewarded with more little sighs as his hands move over her chest, nipples stiffening at his touch through the fabric, flush spreading over her exposed skin. She's a bundle of nervous energy and desire but him kissing her is soothing. She hums at his request, bracing her elbows so she can lift herself up, still trying to keep kissing him as she reaches to the middle of her back where the band is pinned tight.

It takes her a second, but she's never tried to take off her breast band while in this position before. Once the pin is lose the band slacks and is much easier to unwind. ]

[One hand holds her upright to keep it being less awkward for her to brace herself while she worked the bindings free. They seemed to be working in harmony just to get through the hurdle of it and were rewarded when the fabric came loose and he could tug it free with his fingers and leave it with their clothes on the floor.

He stops for a moment just to see her, his gaze dropping to her bare chest and following the line of freckles that stretched endlessly over her skin. He'd touched her before but seeing her in the light was a different matter. Her breasts were round and the nipples a rosy pink and her freckles seemed to be punctuated by the flush that was spreading over her skin. He can't help but lick his lips, imagining kissing her from her lips all the way down to her belly now that he could.]

Does it hurt tying them down like that?

[He obviously didn't have such a problem as that, not possessing breasts. His hand drops to one of them, soothing the skin with his palm cupping her breast. Her nipple peeked out between his fingers and the sight of it sent heat straight downward to coil into his belly.]

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