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[ 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. ]

[ For a moment he's just quiet, watching her work her hair loose and then moving on to her belt. He gives himself a good eyeful of her rear and the little freckles that dot her skin. He might be projecting that a little through their bond.]

I like your freckles. I like how they look more visible when you blush and your cheeks turn red.

[He wants to touch them now, to trace each one with his fingertips.]

[ She smiles despite the further blush, creeping down her chest now, dropping the belt to the floor and looking back at him. ]

I like your freckles too. I'd never seen a man with them before you. All the human men on Jakku had skin like leather.

[ She lets out a breath, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs, kicking them off in a fairly rudimentary fashion, before she crouches down to take off Ben's boots, still in her underwear but nothing else. ]

I remember being surprised by how... soft you looked. Under the mask.

[He wanted to scold her for stopping to take his boots off instead of taking her underwear off, but he found it just as mesmerizing. She was beautiful - probably the most beautiful woman he'd ever had the fortune to be with. There was also the possibility he was just a besotted fool, madly in love with her, and was therefore biased against other women.]

I normally never took it off around other people, though I'm sure most would have expected the face of a monster if I did.

[He tried not to see himself as a monster anymore, because he knew Rey would have none of it. Some habits were hard to break, no matter how often she said he was beautiful.]

I'm sure part of it was the fact that I spent my life either on ships, traveling from planet to planet. I didn't grow up under the hot sun in a scorching desert.

[He sucks in a breath, focusing on her instead of on sad things like being sent to live with Luke, training as a Jedi, and then his life under Snoke's heel. He didn't have to live that way anymore. Neither of them had to live how they used to anymore.]

You still look just as tan as when we first met.

[ Rey smiles, putting his shoes and socks aside once they're off, crouched between his legs she leans her chin against his knee, looking up at him. One hand wraps around his leg, her fingers sliding down to his ankle. ]

I can't imagine you'd do well on Jakku. You wear too much black.

[ She teases him, pressing a kiss to his clothed knee, before standing and moving further into his space, bracing her hands on either side of him on the bed. Leaning in she brushes her lips over his. ]

I don't think I'm as tan. The cold has kept me inside more.

Mm. I can't say I'd make a very good scavenger either.

[He knows, from the glimpses he's had inside her head, that she'd had value for her ability to fit into small spaces. That isn't something he can say he'd be able to do, least of all because of the fact that it involved having to bring things back across the desert to sell.]

Maybe when it's warmer again we could spend some time outside.

[Away from Hux's prying eyes, preferably. This was a fine way to spend time in doors. When her lips brush against his, his hands reach for her waist, keeping her from getting too far away for the time being.]

You wouldn't be a scavenger. You'd be a scrapper, or a hauler. You'd have someone like me as a partner, provided you found someone you got along with.

[ She'd worked with bigger people before, more often when she was younger and had less resources herself. As she grew so did her strength, and she got better at doing multiple facets of the job herself. It was more lucrative to work alone.

Shifting when he grabs her waist she settles into his lap, straddling his waist as she moves up onto the bed again. She slides her hands up his chest, then over the scales on his face. ]

I'd like to spend more time outside with you. put a little color on you.

[ Not that she dislikes his color as it is. She smiles before kissing him slowly, savoring the taste of him. ]

Ah. I can't say I know too much about either. I did want to be a pilot, though. Before everything.

[He gently squeezes her hips once she's comfortable in his lap.]

Maybe we could go swimming, find something to enjoy ourselves.

[Whatever she wanted, he would give her. He wanted her to have everything she had been denied while living on Jakku, whether it was learning foods she disliked or being able to swim in as much water as she wanted.]

[ The thought of him as a pilot squeezes her heart a little, the thought of them piloting the Millennium Falcon together, exploring the galaxy back home. Finding a place for the both of them to belong.

Kissing him again she wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her bare chest flush to his.]

I'm not a very good swimmer. But I'd like to get better.

I can teach you, though it's been a while for me.

[The closeness felt easy now, compared to the months of anxiety he felt in between days upon days where they both spent days in this room trying to slake each other's desire. He felt like a man starved whenever he kissed her, as if each one was never quite enough to satisfy. It was so easy to let go of himself when he was with her, skin on skin.

It felt strange with the scales that dotted his skin, from his neck down his torso in varying intensity. The greatest amount of them was found on his back where his wings curled against his spine.]

I wonder what would happen if we tried to do this during the triple moon cycle. I feel like our wings would get in the way of one another.

[He nips playfully on her bottom lip, one of his hands rising to frame her jaw. He was mindful not to dig the talons in. There was too much potential to injure with as awkward as he felt with these new changes. It would take some getting used to.]

Edited 2020-01-16 02:53 (UTC)

[ She lets out a small giggle as he nips at her lip, her hands sliding down his back, following the scales to where his wings begin. It's a strange new thing on him, but not in a wholly alarming way. Humming at his comment she kisses him again, shifting a little in his lap. ]

We'd make it work if we were really determined.

[He shivers when her hands pass over the scales on his back, gasping into her mouth and grabbing her waist just a bit tighter. He pulls her flush against his erection that was beginning to make his remaining barrier of clothes feel uncomfortable.]

You're still wearing an extra layer.

[He hooks a talon in each side of her underwear, stopping short of ripping the garment clean off.]

[ Rey inhales as he pulls her against his erection, obvious even in his pants. It's strangely pleasing to her, that simply undressing for him has him this aroused. She also makes note that it seems like his wings are sensitive in interesting ways. She grins against his lips, her hands sliding back around to the front of him, drifting down to his waistband. ]

I don't care if you rip them off, but what good is that going to do while you've still got your trousers on?

Good - ah - point.

[He can tell, now, that she absolutely knows how much of an affect she has on him, how sensitive he is right now.]

Are you taking them off or am I?

[Her underwear, however, he tears through the sides of before discarding them somewhere on her floor.]

[ She lets out a little gasp as he rips her underwear off, leaving her bare in his lap. Maybe she should have given him the green light to do that earlier. Closing the space between them again she kisses him, nipping his lip before pulling back. ]

Can you lie on your back without hurting yourself, or do you want to stand?

Either. Whatever you want.

[His brain might be morphing into some form of liquefaction. He wants nothing more than to hold her in this bed and sink into her. Trying to get his focus back would take effort. Kissing her made his insides feel warm, like all he needed was for her to touch him or kiss him and nothing else. Right. She asked him a question.]

They shouldn’t hurt. They’re just there.

[He wills himself not to hold her hostage, letting her go and laying back against his folded wings. If she was going to take his pants off she would need her hands. Laying back was like another form of torture because he had the perfect view of her nakedness straddling his hips. He sits up on his elbows, his hair perfectly ruffled, trying to get a look at what those hands would be doing. He squirms a little, lifting his hips a bit to push his erection against her cunt. The clothes did nothing to relieve the friction.]

[ She chuckles at how unable he is to give her a coherent answer. It's cute, and endears him to her all the more. When he lays back she nods her head, looking down to focus on his belt and buttonholes. Easier said than done when he squirms, lifting his hips and pressing himself against her. She lets out a breathy sigh, shifting so she can press her hand against his belly just above his waistband. ]

Stop that, or we might have to do this with your pants still on.

[ Knowing that he wouldn't entirely mind that she looks up at him a little slyly, before sliding backwards off his lap while hooking her fingers into his waistband, intent on bringing his pants with him. ]

[He sucks in a breath, stomach muscles tensing and then relaxing when she stills him.]

I'm not sorry.

[He watches her withdraw once any buttons and belt are loose, lifting his hips and shoving down on his pants and underwear to help her get him out of his clothes. Once he's free, he has to resist the urge to drag her back to bed.]

[ He doesn't need to wait long for her to get back into bed, as soon as his pants are off she throws them to the side and climbs back in his lap. She leans her weight into him as she wraps her arms around his neck, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. ]

Happy now?

[He kisses her back, talons digging a bit into her waist until he remembers himself.]

Yes. Much happier.

[He kisses her nose, smiling as he immediately follows that with sucking a mark into her throat. His fingers drag along her thighs before drawing back up to grab her rear.]

Still trying to decide if I want to fuck you into the mattress or enjoy the view.

[His hands move up her back, tugging her hair to one side so that he can kiss her shoulder next.]

You are already on top.

[ She tilts her head to give him better access to her neck, sighing as his hands wander over her legs and rear. Her hands shift and slide up into his hair, eyes falling closed as she lets herself be swept away in the feeling of his hands and body on hers.

His comments make her smile and she opens her eyes again, turning her head towards his as he kisses her shoulder, nuzzling the side of his face. ]

Why's it one or the other?

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