[ Kylo hums thoughtfully at his words. ] You say that now, but you will. You're not going to stray from something that got you off too. [ Oh yes, she's not going to let him forget that. He might be trying to swear it off now but she can recall quite clearly the enjoyment and arousal she eventually sensed from him in the moment. She leans over him to more easily hold his gaze, searching his eyes as the slightest brush of her power gleans his surface thoughts before she speaks again. ]
If given a choice, you're going to pick what seems the lesser evil to you. Don't be ashamed. Everyone does. And eventually it's not going to feel like a lesser evil at all.
[ One hand moves to the side of his face, thumb stroking across his cheek. More deceptive softness like the stroking of his hair the day before, although he had earned the affection then. ] You see, I've learned something interesting about limits and lines. They're never near as set in stone as everyone likes to believe they are. It only takes determination and the right kind of pressure to move them. You can draw your lines and I will cross them. Every time. Until eventually... [ There's no lines left to cross. She trails off to let the implication hang in the air and leans in closer, close enough to nearly kiss him, her breath warm against his lips.
But it's all just an effort to cause him further discomfort and discontent, and after a moment she draws her face back to a 'safer' distance. Her hand lifts to run over his hair once, pleasantly reminding herself of when he'd been between her legs the day before. ]
I'm going to thoroughly enjoy bending you to my will. Hopefully the Resistance survives long enough for me to show you off once I've brought you to heel. It would break their spirits, wouldn't it? To see their best and brightest happily obeying the enemy. [ The very thought completely delights Kylo. ]
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If given a choice, you're going to pick what seems the lesser evil to you. Don't be ashamed. Everyone does. And eventually it's not going to feel like a lesser evil at all.
[ One hand moves to the side of his face, thumb stroking across his cheek. More deceptive softness like the stroking of his hair the day before, although he had earned the affection then. ] You see, I've learned something interesting about limits and lines. They're never near as set in stone as everyone likes to believe they are. It only takes determination and the right kind of pressure to move them. You can draw your lines and I will cross them. Every time. Until eventually... [ There's no lines left to cross. She trails off to let the implication hang in the air and leans in closer, close enough to nearly kiss him, her breath warm against his lips.
But it's all just an effort to cause him further discomfort and discontent, and after a moment she draws her face back to a 'safer' distance. Her hand lifts to run over his hair once, pleasantly reminding herself of when he'd been between her legs the day before. ]
I'm going to thoroughly enjoy bending you to my will. Hopefully the Resistance survives long enough for me to show you off once I've brought you to heel. It would break their spirits, wouldn't it? To see their best and brightest happily obeying the enemy. [ The very thought completely delights Kylo. ]