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[ When he doesn't push her away, instead pulls himself closer, she lets out a watery giggle. She can feel his happiness, it bubbles over into her, and she smiles, her hands smoothing over his cheeks. ]

Yes, you should have. But we're here now. No more secrets?

No more secrets.

[A grin lights up his face before he kisses her. He pulls her against him and if his wings hadn't been tucked beneath his clothes they would have wrapped around her.]

[ Her heart soars as he kisses her, her hands holding his face close, a small happy giggle bubbling from her lips briefly disconnecting from him, though she's quick to seal her lips against his again. It's strange, she never would have thought she'd be able to feel this happy, especially in a place like this.

She pulls away from him when she needs to breathe, though she keeps her face close to his, her fingers playing along the edges of his scales. ]

I like your new look.

Just be glad I didn't sprout horns yet. I'm pretty sure I would have had to actually duck coming in if I had.

[Heat blossoms in his cheeks as she plays with his scales. He still felt strange and a little self conscious, but it was better than the urge to physically bend her over the side of her couch and fuck her. Though, he can't deny that was in the back of his mind too. Thank you, Sanguis.]

I saw Daenerys's horns, they wouldn't look bad on you...

[ She smiles, her hands sliding up into his hair, combing it back where she imagined horns might sprout. ]

They'd give me something to hold onto.

Until I catch them on your door or knock down one of your plants.

[He can't stop the stupid grin from planting itself on his face.]

But you love running your fingers through my hair.

[ She loves that smile, loves how she's the only one who gets to see him so entirely unburdened. Her fingers thread through his hair and she smiles back. ]

I do. But horns could be... Interesting. When not knocking things over.

[ Don't make her spell it out for you, Ben. ]

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Ah. More for you to grab onto?

[Speaking of grabbing, his hands slide down her waist to settle over her ass. He squeezes lightly, aiming to surprise her as she had done to him.]

[ She humors him with a little inhale, a slight arch in her back as his hands settle on her ass. He's done this before, it's a little thing that she never expected to like so much. Rising up on her toes she hums her affirmative to his question, bridging the small gap between them and drawing her lips over his. ]

[He wraps his arms firmly around her, just indulging himself in a kiss.]

I'm so glad you don't think I'd look as ridiculous as I feel.

[He laughs a bit, all too happy to relax like this. It was a rare event for him, particularly during Sanguis. He could spend it either meditating her fucking her until she couldn't walk straight. The second option was looking more appealing.]

[ Smiling against his lips she slides her hands down to his face again, her fingers deliberately sliding over his scales. ]

You're not ridiculous. This place does strange things to us, but you will always be the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on.

Edited 2020-01-12 04:58 (UTC)

[The feel of her fingers on his scales makes his insides warm up. He grips her just a little bit tighter and tries to make a valiant effort of not letting her know just how much her touch affects him. He really was failing that attempt.]

Mm. You say that now but you haven't seen the wings.

[He tries for a joke, though he can feel the self control he had meditated for slipping. Unable to resist any longer, he lifts her up so that her legs are wrapped firmly around him. He really did feel like some strange grotesque monster when looking like this. She made him feel better about it.]

I have to say, though, you are very distracting. [He kisses her, a brief exchange of lips that ended in a smile.]

[ Rey lets out a breathy laugh as he picks her up, her legs automatically going around his waist, her arms sliding down to wrap around his neck, leaning into the kiss, brief as it may be. Every kiss they share feels electric to her, like their souls are connecting.

Nuzzling her nose against his she smiles back. ]

I would like very much to see your wings. I don't know how you managed to hide them, I could never get mine under a shirt.

Mm. [He carries her to her bedroom as they talk in between a lazy kiss or two. He returns the gesture of her nose brushing against his. It made his stomach fill with butterflies.]

I was a bit persistent about it. I had to find a bigger shirt just to fit them.

[It was a bit uncomfortable having them folded tightly against his back, but it was better than looking like some winged creature. They would be free soon enough.

Once he reaches her room, he sets her on the bed and tugs up his shirt with one hand. His head disappears beneath it and a moment later he shucks it off of his arms to lay it on the floor at her feet.

Free at last, his wings spread open, black and scaled with a leather like texture to them. Leaning in to kiss her, his hands grab her by the ankles to tug her closer to the end of the bed while his wings envelop the two of them.]

I can modify some of your shirts so they fit without you needing to cover them up, if this ends up being a monthly thing.

[ She offers quietly, in between kisses and soft touches. She'd done the same with some of her own clothes, to accommodate the feathery wings she'd been sprouting recently.

When he removes his shirt she breathes in slowly, caught for a moment by the sight of him. He looks strange but he's still beautiful, and when he pulls her close and wraps his wings around her she kisses him back, her hands cupping his face once again. ]

I'd appreciate it.

[To no one's surprise, his shirts are the last thing on his mind right now. His hands start tugging at any laces or otherwise - aiming to remove her clothes one layer at a time - starting with her shoes.

His wings fold back again, resting against his back, while he focuses on her.]

I'm so glad we're not fighting any more. I've been trying not to think about ripping your clothes off for at least five minutes.

[ Giggling she leans back on her arms, watching him take her boots off, holding her legs steady to make his work a little easier. ]

We weren't fighting, lightsabers come out when we're fighting. That was just a mild disagreement. Watch those claws, though. I like these boots.

[He laughs a bit, carefully tugging one boot and then another over her feet after he's done unlacing them.]

That's fair. [He smiles a little, scraping his claws gently over one ankle, held captive in his other hand. He moves on to her calves, looking up at her for a moment and just drinking her in.]

You're terrifying with a lightsaber, I'll have you know.

[He moves back into her space again after discarding her socks as well. Look at him, being good and not literally ripping her clothes to shreds.]

Alright, if I'm not allowed to actually rip your clothes off then you're going to take them off for me.

[His smile is mischievous as he tugs her upright, his hands eventually settling at the sides of her neck as he's done hundreds of times before, before kissing her.]

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[ She bites her lip as she watches him scrape his nails over her leg, a thrill running up her spine. The comment about her with a lightsaber makes her smile a little, remembering that the last time he'd really seen her fight had been when they'd been facing down the praetorian guards in Snoke's chambers. ]

I learned from you, you know.

[ Her form wasn't exactly his, because she had been fighting her whole life, but a lot of her natural familiarity with a lightsaber had been an extension of what she'd gleaned from his mind, what had been shared between them the first time their minds had touched.

When he's in her space again she is quick to put her hands on him, smoothing over his shoulders. She kisses him back, her lips twisted into a small smile. ]

Oh I am, am I?

Yep. I feel like watching for a change.

[He gives her a wide grin, taking her place on the bed once he's decided she is going to be giving him a decent view of her stripping. As much as he enjoyed it, he really would tear her clothes if he tried to take htem off now.]

[ She lets out a laugh as he dislodges her from the bed, moving to stand, a little awkwardly biting her lip. ]

You want this to be sexy or fast? Because I can do one well and the other...

[ Well, previously they'd yanked each other's clothes off so fast that she had never exactly tried to strip in a sexy manner. Continuing to bite her lip she looks down at her shirt, fingers sliding to the buttons along the neck, starting to slowly unfasten them. ]

Somehow, you might regret this.

I think you underestimate how badly I want to rip your clothes off if you think you can't be sexy.

[He leans back on his hands, watching her start with her shirt.]

I think I'll enjoy it.

[ She can't help the blush that spreads over her face as she continues unbuttoning, a little flustered by the boldness of his comment. ]

Okay, if you say so.

[ When she pops the last button she shrugs the shirt off, bare underneath. She didn't wear a bra often, certainly not when she's just doing things in her apartment. Her eyes flicker to his, before she reaches up behind her, starting to undo her buns. ]

[He smiles softly at the warmth coloring her cheeks, wanting so badly to just reach out and pull her close so he can kiss her and leave marks on her skin. It's true that he's never been a patient man but this made that patience worth it.]

Would it make you feel better if I told you what I'm thinking?

[Maybe not, but running commentary of how beautiful he thinks she is would at least amuse and gratify him. He may have even mentioned it once or twice during their respective moon cycles and that was usually followed by him pinning her down or holding her close while he fucked her again.]

[ She hesitates as she unravels her hair, pausing to think about that for a moment, before resuming her work. ]

It can't hurt anything.

[ She could glean things from him without words, of course, but sometimes it's nice to hear out loud. Finished with her hair she shakes it out, before moving on to her belt, carefully unhooking her lightsaber and setting it on the bedside table before messing with the buckles. ]

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