[ It's a graceless affair, nudging her boots off and working her pants down the rest of the way, even with his help — or maybe from the distraction of it. Just the skimming of his knuckles along the outsides of her thighs is enough to draw her attention, making her a bit more clumsy than she really should be, with her experience. But this isn't some quickie with a stranger she met in a shady cantina somewhere — this is Rex. Rex, who's had her back in every firefight since they found him. The man who she loved long before Poe thought to accuse her of it — and who she wanted, long before that.
She used to catch herself staring, in these idle moments. Just watching him, taking him in while he talked with Poe, or while he was cleaning up his gear — keeping her distance, always, but...
Well. To hell with distance now.
She roughly runs her fingertips from his sternum down over the muscles of his stomach with a faint scrape of blunt nails, exploring that stretch of bare skin in a way she never has before — and pausing there when she reaches his waistband, just barely hooking her fingers inside. That's where she hesitates, slightly unsteady, her voice a rough whisper when she speaks: ]
Tell me you want this as much as I do.
[ As if the proof isn't a scant inch from her hand. But she's still stalled — needing, in a rare moment, to have permission. Reassurance. ]
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She used to catch herself staring, in these idle moments. Just watching him, taking him in while he talked with Poe, or while he was cleaning up his gear — keeping her distance, always, but...
Well. To hell with distance now.
She roughly runs her fingertips from his sternum down over the muscles of his stomach with a faint scrape of blunt nails, exploring that stretch of bare skin in a way she never has before — and pausing there when she reaches his waistband, just barely hooking her fingers inside. That's where she hesitates, slightly unsteady, her voice a rough whisper when she speaks: ]
Tell me you want this as much as I do.
[ As if the proof isn't a scant inch from her hand. But she's still stalled — needing, in a rare moment, to have permission. Reassurance. ]