[ her soft gasp is buried against his throat, stretching up to press her lips against his neck, grip winding tighter like she can drag him closer still and make him easier to reach.
she kisses up his neck, lips brushing against the coarse stubble across his jaw and stifling soft laughter when she remembers the brief minute that she'd managed to give him bail organa's prolific goatee. he'd said something, in the casual quiet of their tent, that she remembers now.
You would still do it now.
he was right, of course, and she proves it, kissing higher, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss behind his ear before catching his earlobe between her teeth, biting briefly, not enough to hurt, and letting it drag free as that faint laughter continues, breath warm against his skin. ]
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she kisses up his neck, lips brushing against the coarse stubble across his jaw and stifling soft laughter when she remembers the brief minute that she'd managed to give him bail organa's prolific goatee. he'd said something, in the casual quiet of their tent, that she remembers now.
You would still do it now.
he was right, of course, and she proves it, kissing higher, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss behind his ear before catching his earlobe between her teeth, biting briefly, not enough to hurt, and letting it drag free as that faint laughter continues, breath warm against his skin. ]
I like holding you.