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He can practically feel her melt into him as he kisses and touches her, pushing her shirt up higher and higher. His hands coax her arms upwards to tug her shirt over her head and discard it beside his own. His touch returns to her sides as his mouth presses to hers again, never able to have enough.

He indulges himself by running his fingers through her hair once it's freed from her buns, smoothing out any tangles in her chestnut strands with his fingers. If this was supposed to be bliss, he never wanted it to end.

"Right. We were going to get cleaned up..." he mumbles against her lips, as if he's just remembered why there were doing this in the bathroom.

She giggles against his lips, her hands sliding up to unfasten her bra band, throwing that blindly towards where the pile of clothes is collecting. Then her hands roam over his chest, palms smoothing over his muscles.

"Maybe doing this together was a bad idea." Of course now that they're together, she'd prefer him not going anywhere.

"You think so? I don't completely believe you." His retort is instinctive, humor lacing his words as her laughter makes him feel weightless. Her hands on him are warm and leave his skin tingling.

He knows without asking that she doesn't completely mean what she says. He was anxious to get this time with her. Any alone time was his preferred time with her. It wasn't always about this. There were times when they just held one another or she told him some story about her day and he listened, thoughtful as always.

However, he can't deny he liked touching her or taking in her naked beauty. He's appreciative of it now, his hands drifting upwards over her chest to mirror her own explorations with her fingertips. He didn't grope or tug or twist, just let his hands feel her breasts while she touched him in turn. It was easy to do now, when compared to those early awkward moments they shared in the darkness of his bedroom in the Gallows. They were so familiar now with one another's bodies yet the wonder still hadn't died for him just yet.

Rey hums as his hands echoed her touches on his, and for a moment she's lost, enjoying this and focusing on nothing else. It's strange how everything seems to change when they're together, and they're still so enamored with each other.

After she lets it go on a little longer than she probably should she pulls away from him, biting her lip.

"Okay, pants are coming off and then we're getting in that tub." She puts a little firmness into her voice, so he knows she's serious. Then without much ceremony she hooks her thumbs into her waistband and pulls her trousers and underwear down, stepping out of them and throwing them in the corner.

He knows he definitely wasn't doing something wrong, but the firmness in her voice almost has him questioning it. He shrugs as if to say 'suit yourself' and does the same as her, stepping out of his own pants and and underwear seconds later.

"Too much?" He smirks a little, leaning in to check that the water was still at least somewhat warm. Once he's sure, he steps into the tub first, and maneuvers himself into sitting. He was the one with the longer more awkward limbs, after all.

Watching him climb into the tub is an exercise in not laughing, but she manages with her eyes raised and her lips pressed together. She smiles once he's settled, and she shakes her head at his question, climbing in after him and settling her back on the opposite side of the tub from where he sits, though their legs are overlapped in the water.

"No. But you're dirty, and so am I. I'd think you would be more preoccupied with that than me. The First Order has regulations about cleanliness, doesn't it?" She'd noticed how things had gleamed on the ships she'd been on. She'd grown up dirty, it didn't entirely phase her if they were covered in grime and sweat. Some of her enhanced cleanliness now is because she enjoys feeling fresh and clean, but a lot of it she's also done for his benefit. Because she's noticed how he wrinkles his nose when she wipes her hands on her pants and at all the other little things she does that aren't entirely hygienic.

"I get distracted when I'm with you." Still, she's right. He did pick at some of her bad habits, even if he doesn't verbalize his dislike for them when she wipes dirty hands on her clothes or exhibits the table manners of a wild animal.

"Besides, I was like that before the First Order." He doesn't know how to articulate his feelings about his parents, but his mother had done her best to quash out any bit of scoundrel she could - from the toys he played with or the habits he picked up. It had eased up once he got older and it was apparent just how much he idealized his father, but he still liked to keep his life as orderly as possible. It made it easier to quiet the things in his head.

Instead of dwelling on his dysfunctional family, he takes up a loofah, scrubbing away some of the dirt and sweat before reaching out to pass it to her. Part of him wanted her to sit closer to him, but then he was bound to be distracted again.

"So it's a compliment that you're so enamored with me that you forget how gross we are," she replies, a smile on her face as she watches him scrub himself. She leans against the back of the tub, sinking lower in the water until she's mostly submerged, but comes back up when he holds the loofah out to her. She takes it and scrubs away the grime clinging to her skin, her eyes occasionally drifting to him as she does. Once she feels cleaner she puts the loofah up on the sideboard, sinking down into the tub again to rinse the soap away.

"You should let me cut your hair. It's getting long."

"Yes, if you put it that way. It is a compliment." He chuckles to himself as he watches her clean up. She had enough room to sink into the water to rinse off while he did not. The differences in their size had never been more apparent than when they had gotten in a tub together.

"If you want to do it. I haven't bothered trying to do it myself. I just try to keep this - " He gestures to his chin, where there's a faint bit of stubble, " - at bay. It's been a transition, not having droids around."

Not too much, at any rate. When he had trained with Luke the only droid around had been Artoo. Their life had been simple and he knew how to shave and to cook and the like without droids. The First Order provided so many amenities that sometimes it was hard to remember how simple living as a Jedi had been.

As for their current discussion about his hair, he's sure that it won't be too much of a challenge for her to fix it like it was, or perhaps even a bit shorter. In just a few months it's gotten long enough that he's needed to tie it back to keep it out of the way. It grew out quickly, without him even realizing. So much about him had changed, not just his appearance. Yet the one thing that remained the same was that he never allowed himself to truly open up to anyone else. Rey, at times, he felt he had no choice in those early days. Now he was as open to her as he could be.

"What about you? If you wanted to cut your hair, I mean."

It helps that she's able to bend her legs up close to her chest, making the most out of the limited space in the tub. She dips a little lower, tilting her head back so she can get her hair wet, running her fingers through it to shake loose the dirt that had clung to the strands after their tussle on the ground. Then she rises up out of the water and sits up, running her hands back over her head.

"I usually trim it. I just haven't for a while because I haven't thought of it," she replies, her arms falling to her sides in the water again as she looks at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "It has gotten longer than I usually like it."

He scoops a handful of water, dumping as much as he can over his head in between running his fingers through it to get any lingering dirt out. He tries his best to sink a little more into the water too, his legs curled tightly inward to give her room to still move. Once he's sure it's clean he shakes out some of the water between his fingers, dark curls falling around his face.

"I'll help you, then. It's only fair. Otherwise, I like your hair the way it is. When you wear it down - " He stops himself, realizing he's blurted out his thoughts without thinking of her. "It just... looks different. Not that the buns aren't nice too."

He realizes he's never asked her why she wore her hair the way she does, but then there were lots of weird habits they never really looked to hard at. His mother had always worn braids, as was the custom for Alderaanians. Small things like a hairstyle made up a person's character, sometimes.

"But if it's too long, obviously you should cut it." He speaks in a low voice, studying her for a moment. He leans forward, bringing himself closer to her in the water to touch the ends of her hair that spilled over her shoulders. As he moves, the water shifts around them slightly splashing against skin and the edges of the tub as he sits up to move into her space.

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She'd just been thinking of moving into his space, so when he moves in to hers she's happy to lean in, smiling softly.

"I kind of like your hair now, too." She reaches out to run her fingers through it, brushing it back over his ear as her smile widens. "But I noticed you've been tying it back to keep it out of your face. It gets in your eyes, doesn't it?" Another thing she kind of likes, when it falls into his face while they're making love, or even when they're just sitting together talking. But she understands what a nuisance that can be, it's a large part of why she wears her hair the way she does, either partially or fully pulled up. The only time it's ever really down is when she's with Ben.

"It does more often lately. Usually I only tie it back when we train or when I'm at the forge." When they're both home they can indulge themselves in each other. Such as they were right this very moment.

His fingers drift through her hair in earnest now, combing through the wet strands. He knew, on some level, that she liked his hair the way it was. She was always running her fingers through it whenever they were intimate with one another. While their first time touching one another had been through the force, he wonders how long she had wanted to touch his hair. The two of them never went without touching for very long, innocent or otherwise.

He took his time now, just running his fingers through her hair. He could smell the shampoo she had just used, the warm and flowery scent catching on his nose. He has to remind himself that she said that they should take a bath to keep himself from leaning in to smell her hair or kiss her wet skin.

"You always smell nice, right after a bath. Now I can see why." He smiles a bit, the smallest tug upwards at the corners of his lips. He remembers her smelling the same when they had been in Wycome, that first fumble between the sheets a vivid memory that almost makes his ears and face flush.

She enjoys the feeling of his fingers combing through her hair, just like she enjoys so many of their little touches. Affection was something in short supply on Jakku, and even here in Thedas she hasn't touched people much, beyond a hug or a hand on a shoulder. She's been touch-starved so long she hadn't even realized how much she would like it once there was someone who wanted to touch her.

Smiling at his comment she leans in, resting her arms on his shoulders as she brings her face close to his. Yes she had talked a big game about them focusing on the bath, but they're more or less clean, now.

"The Orlesians are good for a few things. Their bath products one of them." She'd never had scented soaps on Jakku, having them here seems like a luxury, but it's one she can afford, especially if he likes it.

There was no one he could ever feel this close too, physically or mentally. Even in his younger years he had been a loner, keeping to himself even as others tried to get close to him. He had certainly never wanted to touch people unless it was to intimidate or hurt them. Rey had changed all of that and had changed him in so many ways, large and small.

When she leans in his breath catches in his throat and he bites his lip. The water on her arms dripped down his back and her breath warmed his cheeks and everywhere else it brushed against his face. His hands move down her back and find her waist beneath the water. It still left him awestruck that this girl who he had tried to kill not so long ago wanted him so much that they shared a home together.

"Well I'll have to thank the Orlesians, if I ever get a chance." He smiles to himself, breaking the distance between them with a brush of his lips over hers. They tasted sweet, as he knew they would, and he could find himself getting lost in just kissing her for hours.

Her shoulders roll back a little and her back arches as his hands settle on her waist under the water. The touch feels soft and warm surrounded by water, different pressure from the water, like it somehow made his touch more apparent.

Leaning into him she deepens the kiss, her arms tightening as she does. Her knees are in the way of her pressing her chest to his, but she pulls herself as close to him as she can.

"There's plenty of them around here, if you are really motivated," she mumbles against his lips.

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.

She lets out a half laugh against his mouth, one hand sliding up to his hair, fingers working into his damp hair. Even wet it's soft and she wants nothing more than to spend all her time touching it.

"You're sure you don't want to put a pin in this, run out and go thank some Orlesians for their bath products? There's a soapmaker in Hightown," she replies between kisses, her lips never leaving his for long. If he did decide to run off she wouldn't entirely mind, though given the way his hands are drifting over her outer thighs she's fairly certain she doesn't need to worry.

"No." He sounds so serious even when trying to hold back laughter. "You and I are staying right here."

Proving his point, he tugs one of her legs free and then the other to rest over his and on either side of his hips and pulls her close. A chuckle escapes as the water splashes at the edge of the tub, some of it spilling over the sides as he yanks her towards him. He holds her flush against him and it's the most amazing thing he's felt all day, his hands moving up her back to her hair as he greedily kisses her.

"You are staying right here in this tub with me." He punctuates each word with a kiss, eventually moving on to her neck and shoulder, his mouth making sucking sounds against her skin.

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As he drags her to him she lets out a strangled laugh, wiggling her legs into a more comfortable position even as she adjusts her arms. Her laughter dies as his hands move up her back, though the smile doesn't leave her face even as he kisses her. She lets out a sigh as his lips move down her neck, the feel of his chest against hers and his lips on her skin stirring warmth in her belly.

"I like the sound of that," she murmurs, turning her head so she can trace the outline of his ear with her lips, following him as he moved down her shoulder. Her hand is back in his hair, and she brushes it away so she can press a kiss to the space where his jaw and ear meet.

"I thought you might," he murmurs against her skin, his fingertips drawing lines down her back. He liked feeling her pressed up against him, her wet skin leaving shivers down his spine. Her hands in his hair were soothing, thought hey did nothing to stop his own beginnings of arousal. Having her like this was the sweetest thing he could ever hope for in his life that was filled with mistakes and regrets. He would never in his entire life regret being with her like this.

Her mouth on him made him feel even hotter, his breath being stolen from him each time she kissed him, wherever she kissed him. The heady feeling of her reciprocation left him steadily craving more. He could drink up every ounce of her: her laughter, the little sounds she made when he did something she liked, the way she always gave back a thousand times over when he made her feel good. All of it was for him alone and that thought made him swell with pride.

"Mm. Definitely should have kissed you much sooner." He whispers, sucking on her earlobe and dragging it between this teeth.

She wouldn't dare stop his awakening arousal, no more than stop her own. The water adds a strange element to things, when usually she'd be starting to feel warm and wet between her thighs as he kisses his way along her skin and touches her, now she feels the warmth but the water is also sucking it away from her, leaving nothing but building ache behind.

Letting out a quiet groan as he sucks on her ear she turns it into a chuckle, one hand sliding down his chest as she reciprocates the action, raking her teeth along his earlobe.

"You mean today or in general?" Because she'd had that thought before. She'd thought about kissing him on that elevator, but she'd held back. She wishes very much now that she hadn't.

"Mm. I meant today, but I don't know what I would have done if you'd kissed me back then." He can see the flash of memory, the thought accompanying it, and truly his eyes had been on her just as much as hers had been on him. His largest concern had been getting her out of their mess alive. Contrary to what she had thought back then, he couldn't have avoided bringing her to Snoke. Snoke would have sensed her and would have sensed his deception if he hadn't shackled her and brought her to him.

His thoughts are a bit of a whirlwind, seeing specific memories, moments he could have given in and kissed her if he hadn't been so kriffing oblivious up until she'd shut the Falcon's door in his face. She had always captured his attention, long before that and long before now. Ever since he'd met her, his attention had been on her.

"It would have been incredibly distracting." He mumbles as he kisses along her jaw, his hands tracing their way up her rib cage towards her breasts. She was beautiful, whether she was sitting with him in this tub or reaching out to him across the fire in her hut. He was captivated.

"Maybe I should have, then," she replies with a soft smile, though it also pains her in a small way, all those moments flashing through his mind, moments when they so easily could have changed things, could have realized they could find middle ground together. The skin he touches along her rib cage tingles and the muscles in her abdomen constrict in anticipation of the path he's tracing.

Not being able to stand his lips being so close to hers but not touching them she turns her head, seeking his mouth and pressing her lips to it, her hand on his chest drifting lower, her fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen.

"We could have used a little distracting."

He tried not to think of all the 'what if's in their relationship. Thinking about it only made him as questions of himself he didn't have answers to. This he had an answer for. This was simple, compared to all the little ways back home he had created such a large distance between them. That distance was nonexistent here.

His mouth sealed over hers as easily as breathing, his hands no longer hesitant to touch her either. His fingertips traced the soft edges of her breast while his thumb found the soft peak and swiped at the little bud until it puckered and even then he didn't stop teasing it. His other hand soon moved on to the other breast, both soon brought under his attentions.

Touching and being touched left his breathing shallow as he forced himself to focus on his hands and not where hers were going. Her touch made his stomach muscles tense and relax in anticipation of the possibilities while he remained occupied with his her own body. It was different yet not, feeling each touch beneath the water. When his hands had been on her waist his touch felt different to if they had both been dry. This was a wholly knew experience all together, but he was enjoying it.

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