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[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. ]

[He braces himself on his elbows, lifting his head off the pillows to watch her. When that became too much his head dropped again and another sigh followed. He was sensitive to the touch but trying hard not to give in so easily. He already wanted to press her into the mattress again and sink his weight against her.]

Mm.

[He bites his lip, ripples of pleasure shooting outward wherever she touched him. He sinks against the mattress and reaches out to encircle her arms with his hands before moving on to tangle his long fingers in her hair.]

[ She grinned against his skin every time she elicited another sigh from him, spurred on by his approval and fingers in her hair. She moves lower, slowing down to gently kiss along the edge of the scar on his hip that is still healing, before her lips trace a path to his navel. She lifts her head there, her chest hovering just above the visible line of his arousal straining against his pants. ]

Can I touch you, Ben?

[ She whispers, knowing he'll know she's not asking for permission to keep doing what she's doing, but to go lower. ]

[He lets out an earnest groan when her lips touch the sensitive scar tissue. His stomach tensed on and off as she'd made her exploration downward and when she asks her question he can't help but squirm a bit.]

Yes. Please.

[He breaths through his nose, swallowing and digging his hands into the sheets while he tries to focus on calming his heartbeat.]

[ She can't help but smile at his reaction to her question, sitting up and resting on her knees, her hands sliding down his stomach to his waistband. Eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants she draws her bottom lip inbetween her teeth as she considers the best way to go about doing this. ]

Let me know if I... do something wrong, okay?

[ Her eyes flicker to his, a little unsure, before she exhales and curls her fingers under his waistband, pulling down enough to free his length from it's prison. Her eyes widen in surprise, somehow it's different than what she expected, but that's not a bad thing.

It takes her a second to realize that she's just kind of sitting there staring at his erection before she does what she'd asked permission for and touches him. She's tentative, not wanting to hurt him, just brushing her fingers up along the underside of his shaft and circling her thumb over the tip. ]

[He'd been anticipating her touch but outright pulling his pants down and touching him directly - he hadn't been expecting that. He makes a noise of surprise, his body lifting up from the bed slightly to watch her, bracing himself on his elbows. When her fingers began feeling him up he drops down again and he sucks in a sharp breath.]

I-I don't think you could do it wrong if you tried.

[He bites his lip, making a noise in the back of his throat. No one had ever gotten this close to him until her. No one had ever wanted to. He takes a shaking breath, chest rising and falling while his hands opened and closed in tight fists in the sheets.]

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[ Ben's reactions to her touch embolden her, and she becomes more sure with her grip, fingers curling around his shaft and slowly testing the size of him in her hand. She has the idle thought, what he'd feel like inside her and she exhales sharply, adjusting the way she's sitting a little as her own arousal aches anew.

Still careful as she watches Ben's face she adjusts the way she's stroking him on each turn, her other hand braced on his hip. ]

[He shivers when her fingers curl around him. He'd been tempted to reach for her hand and show her what he wanted, but the thought died as soon as she'd done it on her own. Her thought reaches him, and her hand suddenly feels hotter on his skin than it actually is, blood still pumping steadily to his throbbing arousal.]

You're defini- definitely, doing it right.

[It's easier to talk through it, as if he could ignore how good she was making him feel. Hadn't he imagined this very thing at least a hundred times in the back of his mind? The two of them together like this. Maybe it wasn't the exact thing but this was far better than his imagination could conjure up anyway.

Even while he took his own pleasure in this, he still felt a prickle of anxiety. He didn't feel, despite her telling him otherwise over and over, that he was worthy of any of this. Having her touch him and kiss him and just be with him: he was far from worthy of it. Having the feeling of that single thought of hers, that she wanted to know what it was like to have him bury his cock inside of her, was the only thing that chased away his worries. She so often relieved any little negative thought he had just by reassuring him, by proving over and over again how much she wanted him in the emotional sense just as much as the physical sense.]

[ She can feel his arousal building, the sensations strangely mixed in with her own. She smiles as she watches his face, her eyes half lidded and breathing a little uneven from the arousing sight of him coming undone for her. ]

If it's too much let me know.

[ Her hand keeps the careful rhythm she's established, her entire body leaning a little into it as she guides her hand up his length and back, the motion and subsequent minor friction between her legs offering her some small relief, though she's more focused on his pleasure at the moment. He's more giving with her than he realizes, and she wants to give back. What's more, she wants to convince him she's here for him so doing this... intimate and beyond anything they've done before, she hopes that conveys that, in some small way. ]

[His brows knit together as he concentrates on just keeping his composure. It was becoming harder to do the more confident she got in touching him. He blinks owlishly as he looks at her, pushing himself up on his elbows again to watch. He licks his lips, feeling slightly fascinated by the display despite every nerve ending in his body going haywire.]

How far do you... want this to go?

[She certainly was as frazzled as he was, despite focusing on him. It was an honest question though part of him already felt he had the answer. He reaches out, wrapping his larger hand around hers to adjust her pace while he laid back again. When he wasn't satisfied with that he lets her hand go again, taking a breath. He could feel himself building towards something but he didn't want to rush it too much.]

I want...

[ She hesitates to say it, flushed, straddling his legs and half naked, pumping his cock in her hand, she's still shy. ]

I want to watch you come.

[ She tries switching up the pattern a little after he adjusts her pace, rolling her palm over the tip of his length before sliding it back down. She shifts how she's sitting a little again, resting her groin against his leg, grinding against him a little to temporarily sate the aching pressure in her abdomen. ]

[His breath catches in his throat, feeling her grind against his leg. He wanted to touch her the way she was touching him but he couldn't move, feeling like his limbs had become jelly as she works over his length. He takes another deep gulp of air, his Adam's Apple bobbing in his throat. If it's too much she had said. He was close to just coming right then and there, just feeling her hands on him and her wetness on his leg.]

Oh. So- so close... kriff I want to- [He presses his lips together in a half grimace as he tries to fight it, even watching his cock leak a little onto her attentive fingers. He takes a breath, every inch of him feeling as tight as a bow string.

When he finally can't take it any more he drops against the mattress, unable to keep watching her while his vision whited out and his spend spurted out onto her fingers, making a complete mess of things. He'd been trying to tell her to stop, to let him take care of her too, but it hadn't come out the way he wanted.]

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