[ Like this, it doesn't hurt. Which sounds obvious, particularly given that she had tried it out on her own in the interim and found that to be true, but it causes some of the tension she's holding in her shoulders and thighs to loosen and she's able to really unwind into it.
At first it's just about getting used to it, but by the time she's comfortable with a second finger, pushing back against his hand, she's not just in the tolerating zone anymore. The warmth in her body isn't just leftover from the bump-and-grind they had going on; it's a direct response to what he's doing.
Becoming consciously aware of it has her flushing, a little. There's a lot to unpack in the fact that this is the first time she's found significant pleasure in her sexual relationship with Poe when he's already wrecked her ass once. We're gonna set all of that aside for now. She grabs a fistful of blanket as a throaty groan slips out of her.
A real one.
It occurs to her that he's waiting for her, that he's being careful for her, and that she'll need to be the one to decide she's ready and— Well, she is. She glances back over her shoulder, the nervousness chased straight out of her expression. ]
I'm ready. [ A shaky breath. She seems to mull that over now that it's out in the world, and it feels right, so she nods to reaffirm it. ] I want — [ You? That's … not entirely true. Like not entirely untrue, but not entirely true either. She glances down between his legs and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She wants this, at least. ] I want more.
[ For now, that'll do. But this is better than last time. And in time, she's sure, eventually she still stop wanting Kylo. He'll leave her thoughts. And this won't just be chasing out dark specters; it will be because she wants Poe. ]
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At first it's just about getting used to it, but by the time she's comfortable with a second finger, pushing back against his hand, she's not just in the tolerating zone anymore. The warmth in her body isn't just leftover from the bump-and-grind they had going on; it's a direct response to what he's doing.
Becoming consciously aware of it has her flushing, a little. There's a lot to unpack in the fact that this is the first time she's found significant pleasure in her sexual relationship with Poe when he's already wrecked her ass once. We're gonna set all of that aside for now. She grabs a fistful of blanket as a throaty groan slips out of her.
A real one.
It occurs to her that he's waiting for her, that he's being careful for her, and that she'll need to be the one to decide she's ready and— Well, she is. She glances back over her shoulder, the nervousness chased straight out of her expression. ]
I'm ready. [ A shaky breath. She seems to mull that over now that it's out in the world, and it feels right, so she nods to reaffirm it. ] I want — [ You? That's … not entirely true. Like not entirely untrue, but not entirely true either. She glances down between his legs and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She wants this, at least. ] I want more.
[ For now, that'll do. But this is better than last time. And in time, she's sure, eventually she still stop wanting Kylo. He'll leave her thoughts. And this won't just be chasing out dark specters; it will be because she wants Poe. ]