[ The whine that responds to his touch sounds equally pained and relieved, as though the same biology that makes her body sing for him is the same which punishes her for daring to engage in this with someone other than Ben. But Ben Solo is nowhere to be found, could not be summoned to appear before her now if she tried. Only Kylo Ren remains.
And therefore, Poe is all she has.
In theory then he is helping her. Providing her with something she needs to make it through this heat, to survive it, to do anything but suffer in the days since it has triggered in her. But it doesn't feel like a favor. It feels double-edged in nature, for in addition to the basic frustration, it also soothes her, and that in turn makes her feel more disgusted with herself for letting it satisfy her.
She's wrong for wanting it, but she can't stop it from allowing it to fulfill that need, and incrementally the part of her mind that feels wrong for wanting it gets quieter, instincts waking up to accept it fully, to seek out satisfaction and try to drown out the metallic taste of grief, sour and sickly.
So she dissolves into groans, over time, rolling her hips up to try and draw his cock inside of her, to get him deeper inside of her. ]
Please. [ She's not sure what she's asking for, not really. For relief, yes, but relief from him or from the ache burning inside of her, gnawing away at her? ] It hurts.
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And therefore, Poe is all she has.
In theory then he is helping her. Providing her with something she needs to make it through this heat, to survive it, to do anything but suffer in the days since it has triggered in her. But it doesn't feel like a favor. It feels double-edged in nature, for in addition to the basic frustration, it also soothes her, and that in turn makes her feel more disgusted with herself for letting it satisfy her.
She's wrong for wanting it, but she can't stop it from allowing it to fulfill that need, and incrementally the part of her mind that feels wrong for wanting it gets quieter, instincts waking up to accept it fully, to seek out satisfaction and try to drown out the metallic taste of grief, sour and sickly.
So she dissolves into groans, over time, rolling her hips up to try and draw his cock inside of her, to get him deeper inside of her. ]
Please. [ She's not sure what she's asking for, not really. For relief, yes, but relief from him or from the ache burning inside of her, gnawing away at her? ] It hurts.