[ She maneuvers so she can push the fabric down past her knees, not ripping it only because it's a fair distance back to her quarters and simply taking someone else's pants isn't such an easy thing as tall as she is. It's fine; just one more irritation to add to the pile of things helping to keep her in an aggressive mood. The panties though, those get ripped, knowing they were bound to be anyway by the time she's through. ]

You make it sound like you don't want it. [ One of her hands curls around him, giving a firm stroke. ] You don't feel like you don't want it.

[ Kylo's well aware the mind and body aren't always in agreement. She was counting on it to a degree. ]

But sick and twisted? [ She lightly clicks her tongue as she straddles his hips, splaying her other hand on his chest as she leans over him. ] It's not as if I have any blades nearby so I could pin your hands to the table and make doubly sure you're not going to go anywhere. All I have is... [ Shifting, she reaches to pick up her lightsaber, having set it and her belt nearby. She toys with the saber hilt, looking from it to him. ] I could get creative, but I'd rather keep you in one piece.