[Reunions in the Resistance are all about touching: hugs, claps on the back, whoops and holding so tight that she's aware of how flexible her ribs are. There are kisses too, sometimes, on cheeks or lips, or whatever is species appropriate. It seems only right that Ben get that too, and he's probably lucky that she didn't pounce him so enthusiastically that they both tumbled down to the floor of the hallway.]
So. [She grins, and can't help but giving a teasing little wiggle of her ass against his pelvis.]
[Most beings still tend to keep their distance from Ben, but he understands why, and he's not offended. He's done monstrous things, hurt so many people. It will take time for them to feel comfortable having him near. Accepting him will take longer. Becoming friendly, even longer than that. But as long as he's got Rey, he's happy.
As long as she always greets him as enthusiastically as she does right now, he'll be happy. Ben laughs, the noise muffled against her lips, his arms curling around her impossibly tiny waist, holding her close, the laugh quickly shifting into a soft moan as she teases him so blatantly.]
[She understands it too, why some people in the Resistance give him a wide
berth, why some look at him with suspicious eyes, but here, in the room,
it's only them. And that laugh is worth everything to hear it,
muffled, even muted against her mouth, she can feel the way his whole body
moves with it.
And in a completely different way when she teased him. She laughed again
and pressed backwards into him.]
Here.
[There's a sort of bone-deep happiness that occurs when they're together
now, that didn't happen when he was more Kylo than Ben. Unlike now, and
she turns back slowly because their plans -- her plans -- require them to
be wearing less than they are.] I haven't changed my mind about what I
want.
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[Reunions in the Resistance are all about touching: hugs, claps on the back, whoops and holding so tight that she's aware of how flexible her ribs are. There are kisses too, sometimes, on cheeks or lips, or whatever is species appropriate. It seems only right that Ben get that too, and he's probably lucky that she didn't pounce him so enthusiastically that they both tumbled down to the floor of the hallway.]
So. [She grins, and can't help but giving a teasing little wiggle of her ass against his pelvis.]
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As long as she always greets him as enthusiastically as she does right now, he'll be happy. Ben laughs, the noise muffled against her lips, his arms curling around her impossibly tiny waist, holding her close, the laugh quickly shifting into a soft moan as she teases him so blatantly.]
Whatever you want. Whenever you want it.
[Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Maker, yes!]
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[She understands it too, why some people in the Resistance give him a wide berth, why some look at him with suspicious eyes, but here, in the room, it's only them. And that laugh is worth everything to hear it, muffled, even muted against her mouth, she can feel the way his whole body moves with it.
And in a completely different way when she teased him. She laughed again and pressed backwards into him.]
Here.
[There's a sort of bone-deep happiness that occurs when they're together now, that didn't happen when he was more Kylo than Ben. Unlike now, and she turns back slowly because their plans -- her plans -- require them to be wearing less than they are.] I haven't changed my mind about what I want.