"Do you want to do this here?" He whispers, softly, but it's a simple, genuine question: does she want to do this here, where people could run into them? And where there is a great deal of sand, besides?
Because he can guess at how wet she is, and he can feel how hard he is, and he knows that he'd very much like to keep this going.
There's a blanket under them to keep the sand from being a problem, the stars are bright and the fire is warm and this late at night, there won't be anyone coming by.
And at this point, she wouldn't really care even if someone did happen to feel like a late night chat, catch them in the act. The idea of moving an inch is unacceptable, so all Rey does is sit up a little, pulls her bikini top off over her head and tosses it to the side.
He chuckles softly, because of course-- of course, he should have known. When she wants something, she'll get it.
And he'll give it to her; as if he has any defenses left. He smiles against her mouth before catching her lips again, and then he shifts so that he can look at her.
Like this, the flames flickering light over her skin, she looks almost ethereal. He feels endlessly lucky, and he palms one breast to see how she reacts.
She sighs and leans into his hand, her own rising to curl around his wrist just for an excuse to touch him.
"That feels good," she whispers, not a trace of embarrassment in her when she tells him that. She wants him to know, wants him to have no doubts that she wants this and she wants him.
So her free hand, the one not stroking her thumb against the side of his wrist, reaches down to start undoing the front of his pants.
That's unbearably sweet, makes Rey smile softly and turn her head so she can kiss Tommy's palm.
"I like it when you call me that," she says, shuffling down a little as she pulls at his pants. The sentiment and what she's doing are a little at odds, honestly, but it's not something she notices. It just makes sense, to tell him she's happy while she gets him naked.
It's not at all at odds for him: he feels like he's doing this with someone he cares about deeply, might be falling in love with, and it's just good to give this to each other.
He isn't sure whether she's ever had sex before. On that planet, he doubts it would've been good either way. And he wants her to see what it can be like, what it can feel like to share this. After everything she's been through, he figures she deserves it.
He helps her wiggle him out of his pants, but she has to sit up for it eventually, and he grins at her and nips her collarbone and teases his fingers over her stomach.
She shivers when he nips at her skin, when his hand drifts lower, and probably doesn't surprise him at all by skipping a step or two and reaching out to palm his cock through his underwear.
With his mouth on her collarbone she's close enough to watch his face when she does it, too, and she's grinning with the anticipation of how he'll react.
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Because he can guess at how wet she is, and he can feel how hard he is, and he knows that he'd very much like to keep this going.
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And at this point, she wouldn't really care even if someone did happen to feel like a late night chat, catch them in the act. The idea of moving an inch is unacceptable, so all Rey does is sit up a little, pulls her bikini top off over her head and tosses it to the side.
That's probably enough of an answer for him.
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And he'll give it to her; as if he has any defenses left. He smiles against her mouth before catching her lips again, and then he shifts so that he can look at her.
Like this, the flames flickering light over her skin, she looks almost ethereal. He feels endlessly lucky, and he palms one breast to see how she reacts.
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"That feels good," she whispers, not a trace of embarrassment in her when she tells him that. She wants him to know, wants him to have no doubts that she wants this and she wants him.
So her free hand, the one not stroking her thumb against the side of his wrist, reaches down to start undoing the front of his pants.
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"I like it when you call me that," she says, shuffling down a little as she pulls at his pants. The sentiment and what she's doing are a little at odds, honestly, but it's not something she notices. It just makes sense, to tell him she's happy while she gets him naked.
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He isn't sure whether she's ever had sex before. On that planet, he doubts it would've been good either way. And he wants her to see what it can be like, what it can feel like to share this. After everything she's been through, he figures she deserves it.
He helps her wiggle him out of his pants, but she has to sit up for it eventually, and he grins at her and nips her collarbone and teases his fingers over her stomach.
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With his mouth on her collarbone she's close enough to watch his face when she does it, too, and she's grinning with the anticipation of how he'll react.