[ The rough edge of his voice on her name goes straight between her thighs, a flush of heat that makes everything below her waist draw tight. After all these centuries, nobody should affect her like this anymore, but Poe always manages to do it anyway — and she can't even be mad about it, not when he's pressing that warm kiss to her skin and starting to move against her.
Her arms automatically reach out to wrap around him, one hand tangling in the hair at the back of his neck. Maybe she isn't so good at speaking her true emotions aloud, but the way she holds him close to her isn't the embrace of a one night stand or a casual fling — she holds him like a lover, with a certain need in the way her fingers grasp a little too tightly.
She shifts to widen the spread of her knees, letting herself sink down all the way into his lap, just to feel him fill her deep. The words are barely there when she speaks, hushed and heated and a little impulsive, exhaled into the small space between them: ]
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Her arms automatically reach out to wrap around him, one hand tangling in the hair at the back of his neck. Maybe she isn't so good at speaking her true emotions aloud, but the way she holds him close to her isn't the embrace of a one night stand or a casual fling — she holds him like a lover, with a certain need in the way her fingers grasp a little too tightly.
She shifts to widen the spread of her knees, letting herself sink down all the way into his lap, just to feel him fill her deep. The words are barely there when she speaks, hushed and heated and a little impulsive, exhaled into the small space between them: ]
Tell me again how you love me.