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[ 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.]

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[ 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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[ She's anxious as he looks at her, fighting the urge to cover herself and the embarrassment of being topless in front of him. She knows it shouldn't be a big deal, and he'd already felt her up, but these insecurities were there in her and she wished she could push them away.

His question distracts her a little from it, and when he touches get breast she exhales, the tension coiling in her stomach releasing all at once, leaving way for the tiny jolts of pleasure to trickle back in. ]

Sometimes. It's worse I think for women who have... Bigger ones. But it hurts more to leave them loose if I'm doing anything physical.

[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.]

[ Her heart stills as he projects more than what he saw, but how he saw it. That he thinks of her as perfect is overwhelming, but in a good way. She has to fight back tears for a moment, and it's good that he's kissing his way down her chest now because it distracts her with entirely different sensations. His breath across her skin makes her sigh and each kiss somehow seems to send waves across her skin, heat pooling in her abdomen.

She allows her head to fall back against the pillows and her eyes to close as his mouth moves to the curve of her breast, her hands sliding over his shoulders, fingertips digging into muscles each time he did something she liked. ]

[He trails hot kisses on her skin, sucking pink marks into her skin, scraping his teeth and tongue over them as he does. How had he not realized before just how soft her skin was? He'd touched her hundreds of times, had slept with her curled up against him hundreds of times, but he felt as if he was realizing it for the first time how soft her skin was in his hands.

His mouth continues exploring, leaving little kiss marks over her freckled skin as he does, he drops a kiss to her stomach before moving up again to pull one of those little pink nipples into his mouth that had been taunting him the entire time. He licks and kisses it and pulls on it with a suck of his lips. When he lets it go again it's to pay attention to the other. It was strange that he could not know what he was doing and yet he knew he wanted to kiss every inch of her.

His hands drop to her waist, fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants but not tugging them down.. His mouth moves back down her stomach again, leaving little marks just as he'd done to her chest. He felt almost prideful knowing that she would surely have many little kiss marks bruising her skin by the time he was done.]

[ She squirms beneath his mouth, her breathing hitching and uneven even before he really gives her nipples the attention they ached for. That little bit of pain from his teeth drove her to distraction as he marked her body. Her fingers wander from his shoulders to his hair, and she tilts her head so she can watch his progress. At least, until his mouth closes around her nipple the first time. She audibly gasps, the sensation something she somehow wasn't expecting, but definitely wanted more of. Her head falls back again as he sends electric currents through her chest, up her spine, and down to her groin all at once. Her fingers curl in his hair and she lets out a quiet moan. ]

Oh, Ben.

[ She looks down at him again, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as he moves down, kissing her stomach. She's breathing hard, finding it difficult to catch her breath as he moves lower. ]

[He lifts himself up, letting his hands tease over her skin as he moves in for another kiss. He had said making her moan had been in his plans but he wouldn't say no to making her ticklish too. His mouth drops to her jaw and then moves down her chest again in another trail of kisses.]

You smell really good. [He breathes in against her skin while his nose brushed against one of her nipples, teasing it while he kissed along her breast.]

[ She kisses him like she's drowning and he's her oxygen, her hands gripping his face and holding it to hers when he moves in on her. She felt overwhelmed with her absolute desire for him, for his hands sliding over her skin and his mouth moving down her jaw again. Her senses are filled with him and the warmth spreading through her body and the ache between her thighs.

His comment about her smell draws a small laugh from her, her fingers digging into his hair as his nose brushes against her nipple. ]

I doubt that. I was working before all of this.

And that's supposed to put me off just because you were working?

[He kisses her sternum before looking up at her again, moving in to put his arms on ether side of her face, his elbows holding him up as he looks down at her.]

You smell like you. Even if you haven't been to the desert in a year you still smell like sunlight.

[Maybe that was being too poetic or cheesy but it was true enough for him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hands playing with the ends of her hair. She was beautiful, spread out against the sheets with only her pants and remaining undergarments to cover her. He certainly liked what view he had.

His hands draw her knees to his sides again as he relaxes against her, their bare chests pressed together as well as their hips, and he indulges in a kiss. Before he would have been afraid for her to notice how aroused he is by her but now he wanted her to feel it and to see it in the way he looked at her.]

Two years.

[ She corrects him with a little smile as he moves up her again. She closes her eyes as he kisses her forehead, a little jolt running through her as she feels him press against her. She's so aroused that just the pressure makes her sigh, her hands trailing down his arms. ]

Is that your lightsaber?

[ She's teasing, looking up at him with a half smile. ]

Two- whatever.

[He scoffs, giving her a half smile. He'd only been here a few months and it already felt like an eternity. There was never a shortage of things to be done and his thoughts were constantly moving from one thing to the next.

He should be embarrassed at her awful joke and, truthfully, part of him was. He pulls her hips towards him, pressing his arousal snugly between her sex and his stomach. Instinctively he grits his teeth against the friction. His own breath felt labored beneath his words.]

Does that feel like a lightsaber to you?

[He looks down at her for a moment, his gaze piercing into hers, before coaxing her into switching their positions. It left him laying against the sheets of her bed while she was seated in his lap, giving him a great view of her too. Last time they had been like this too while they ground out their pleasure against one another. He liked seeing what she would do when put in the situation. Last time he hadn't been disappointed.]

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[ Get mouth hands open as he rubs himself against her, the friction just stoking the flames of her own burning arousal. She lets out a small laugh as he questions her, rolling her hips up against his. ]

Maybe not as hard as one, but- close.

[ She is fine with switching positions, seating herself comfortably atop him while considering what she wants, here. Part of her wants to just roll against him again, like they had before, taking pleasure from the closeness without the level of intimacy they aren't ready for. But she wants to explore his body the way he had hers, so she leans down instead, her hands sliding down his chest as she kisses and sucks her way down his neck. ]

[It was different being the one watching her this time. When she leans into him and her mouth meets his throat he doesn't move other than to grab her hair. The long strands wrapped easily between his fingers. Her hands moving down his chest made his skin tingle and his arousal had become almost painfully constricting. Still, he tried his best to be patient and let her have this.

His hands drift over her shoulders and down the curve of her spine before moving back up again. It took every ounce of his willpower not to lift his hips against hers again. He wanted her to indulge herself the way he'd been allowed.]

You have no idea how bad I want to move right now.

[He sighs, lifting his hips off the bed slightly to make his point, his arousal rubbing up into hers.]

[ She inhales as he rubs himself against her, teeth biting down on his neck a little harder than she meant to as he distracted her. ]

Mmm-mmn.

[ She hums, lifting her hips deliberately away from his, sliding herself lower over his body as she does, resuming her kissing against his chest, her hands outlining the planes of his muscles, a thumb drifting curiously over one of his nipples, wondering if they would do anything for him the way it had for her. ]

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