[ In a way the protesting now reminds her of his protesting in the throne room, how reluctant and unhappy he seemed at first only to perform surprisingly well and get so aroused he had to touch himself. Not that she doesn't enjoy the protesting, to a point.
Right now, his insistence rubs her slightly wrong. Likely an effect of her lingering mood to this point in the day rather than him specifically. It still prompts a reaction, though.
Kylo turns off the small blade and pulls her hand away, not concerned with him bleeding out since she hadn't used a traditional blade. Other times she would want the bloodshed but she's gotten enough of that from the others she's already tortured before she decided to play with him. Her other hand grips his throat tight for a moment, almost too tight, but then she abruptly lets go as she takes a step back.
Don't tell me what to do, pet. The thought doesn't get voiced simply because she doesn't want to provide any warning or give any indication she might be planning to do the exact opposite of what he wants.
Her next motion is smooth, fluid, a well-practiced gesture though one typically performed with her lightsaber in her hand. Kylo flicks the blade back on and makes a sweeping gesture upward along the path of his spine. There's no concern from her about cutting too deep; the blade isn't long enough or wide enough for that to be a real worry. That hand pulls away once the path reaches his shoulders, automatically flicking the blade back off, and her other hand lifts to hover several inches behind his head. She doesn't dig into Poe's mind so much as she creates, latching on to the implication she cast earlier when she spoke about how she nearly killed his dear Finn and using it to amplify the fear, aiming to make Poe believe she's damaged his spine, hoping all the pain he's in will keep him from realizing she's toying with his mind. ]
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[ In a way the protesting now reminds her of his protesting in the throne room, how reluctant and unhappy he seemed at first only to perform surprisingly well and get so aroused he had to touch himself. Not that she doesn't enjoy the protesting, to a point.
Right now, his insistence rubs her slightly wrong. Likely an effect of her lingering mood to this point in the day rather than him specifically. It still prompts a reaction, though.
Kylo turns off the small blade and pulls her hand away, not concerned with him bleeding out since she hadn't used a traditional blade. Other times she would want the bloodshed but she's gotten enough of that from the others she's already tortured before she decided to play with him. Her other hand grips his throat tight for a moment, almost too tight, but then she abruptly lets go as she takes a step back.
Don't tell me what to do, pet. The thought doesn't get voiced simply because she doesn't want to provide any warning or give any indication she might be planning to do the exact opposite of what he wants.
Her next motion is smooth, fluid, a well-practiced gesture though one typically performed with her lightsaber in her hand. Kylo flicks the blade back on and makes a sweeping gesture upward along the path of his spine. There's no concern from her about cutting too deep; the blade isn't long enough or wide enough for that to be a real worry. That hand pulls away once the path reaches his shoulders, automatically flicking the blade back off, and her other hand lifts to hover several inches behind his head. She doesn't dig into Poe's mind so much as she creates, latching on to the implication she cast earlier when she spoke about how she nearly killed his dear Finn and using it to amplify the fear, aiming to make Poe believe she's damaged his spine, hoping all the pain he's in will keep him from realizing she's toying with his mind. ]