[ Part of her — perhaps the small rational part unaffected by hormones and instincts — rarely felt certain of how Poe would react to her closeness. It's fair, really, considering their short history from before; considering who they are and what they've individually done in their lives. But perhaps on some level that contributes to how protective she is of him. Aside from her own desperate need for something, someone. For contact that isn't fighting, for affection, for being wanted as something other than a tool or weapon in someone else's arsenal.
She's never felt this before, and it's exhilarating in a way similar to some of her forays in using the Force. It probably should frighten or concern her, as she now has a living, breathing weakness. Instead she only wants more. Of everything.
That shudder draws her in and her other hand slides up his chest as she moves forward, not content to simply be close but walking them back until they meet a wall. With nowhere else to go she presses her body against his, gently pinning him against the wall, and she nips at his neck, tongue immediately chasing after to soothe. His scent is intoxicating, even when every ounce of his presence isn't calling out for her. The need she's picking up on doesn't hurt though.
As her teeth graze the soft skin, starting to worry a fresh mark on his neck, both her hands roam over his torso, following the lines of his muscles and drifting down to slide over his hips. ]
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She's never felt this before, and it's exhilarating in a way similar to some of her forays in using the Force. It probably should frighten or concern her, as she now has a living, breathing weakness. Instead she only wants more. Of everything.
That shudder draws her in and her other hand slides up his chest as she moves forward, not content to simply be close but walking them back until they meet a wall. With nowhere else to go she presses her body against his, gently pinning him against the wall, and she nips at his neck, tongue immediately chasing after to soothe. His scent is intoxicating, even when every ounce of his presence isn't calling out for her. The need she's picking up on doesn't hurt though.
As her teeth graze the soft skin, starting to worry a fresh mark on his neck, both her hands roam over his torso, following the lines of his muscles and drifting down to slide over his hips. ]