[ The decision she makes is threefold. First, she can acutely sense that despite offering her the choice and being solidly willing to perform no matter what her choice, Poe has preferences of his own. This directly contradicts point two (2) wherein she considers that, well, she should really look at his face to remember who she's with. It's a handsome face. Poe is a handsome guy, and he's considerate, and he's here.
She should value that. But point one gives her an easy out, and even beyond the ever encroaching fantasy that she is elsewhere — in another time, in another relationship — her gut stirs with want when she imagines his hand pressed to her back, pulling at her hair, while she thrusts back against him and — ]
Behind. [ She mumbles it out because just that moment she decides to catch his mouth in a kiss. ] I want you behind me.
[ And she draws back, shifting to help free him from beneath her so that she can turn around. She pulls her hair down over her shoulder, nervousness and anticipation welling up. This is good, though. This isn't the sort of thing Kylo would do with her, right? It's different.
Or maybe he would. She doesn't really know, does she? Maybe he'd do it just because it might hurt. That's an unpleasant but probably realistic thought given that the guy tried to kill them all on Crait. She shakes that thought away. Don't think about the sociopath. Don't think about the sociopath. ]
Maybe we could — [ She bites down on the thought to spend another moment figuring out how to phrase it. ] Can you start with your fingers?
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She should value that. But point one gives her an easy out, and even beyond the ever encroaching fantasy that she is elsewhere — in another time, in another relationship — her gut stirs with want when she imagines his hand pressed to her back, pulling at her hair, while she thrusts back against him and — ]
Behind. [ She mumbles it out because just that moment she decides to catch his mouth in a kiss. ] I want you behind me.
[ And she draws back, shifting to help free him from beneath her so that she can turn around. She pulls her hair down over her shoulder, nervousness and anticipation welling up. This is good, though. This isn't the sort of thing Kylo would do with her, right? It's different.
Or maybe he would. She doesn't really know, does she? Maybe he'd do it just because it might hurt. That's an unpleasant but probably realistic thought given that the guy tried to kill them all on Crait. She shakes that thought away. Don't think about the sociopath. Don't think about the sociopath. ]
Maybe we could — [ She bites down on the thought to spend another moment figuring out how to phrase it. ] Can you start with your fingers?