As much as Rey enjoys the days during this port, she's coming to like the nights much more. The air is warm enough that she'd never get cold even if she did leave the campfire, but she rarely does. More often than not Tommy is with her and that's the part she's coming to like the most about this, as soft as that makes her feel. The time they have alone together, just them in this place, is something she's starting to love so much she knows she's going to miss it terribly when they leave.
She's with him now, sitting on a soft blanket in front of the fire with him behind her checking on the harpy scratches down her back. She's long since given up on bothering to put anything on them, but it's become a habit to let Tommy check them to be sure nothing odd is happening to them.
"When we have to leave here, I'm probably going to recreate this exact spot in the Enclosure once a week," she tells him absently, eyes closed while she tracks the movements of his fingertips on her back.
"I don't think you're the only one," he murmurs. He brought his salve tonight, from the Barge, and he's checking over the worst parts and rubbing the salve on them. It's not helping, but he can't help but want to do something.
She hadn't had the heart to tell him not to bother with the salve even though they both know it's a waste. Nothing works on the scratches, but she's gotten used to the constant itch of them, the shocks of pain that come every now and then. It could be much worse, she could have died when she'd tried to protect Alfie, but there hadn't exactly been another option.
"You can throw a party, I'm going to lock the doors so no one else can come in." There have been other people here, of course, filtering in and out to visit one or both of them, but it still feels like her place. And his, she thinks fondly, so she turns a little to look at him over her shoulder. "I might let you in if you ask nicely."
She hums her confirmation against his lips instead of bothering with speaking because honestly, this is what she wants. The fire is warm and she can see stars above them and hear the ocean washing up onto the beach not far away and it makes all of this perfect.
And something she never thought would ever be part of her life. She never thought of herself as someone who would want to sit curled up against the chest of a man she's gotten to know so well just stealing kisses in the dark, but now it's impossible to deny that's part of who she is now.
He's quiet for a long time, too: underneath the stars, near a fire, he feels more at home even if he didn't grow up in tents and caravans. But it's comfortable, and easy, and Rey's skin is warm from a day's worth of sun.
He feels luckier than he even thought was possible anymore. He thought this would never happen again, feeling like this with someone, for someone. Not after Grace.
But here he is, on that beach, with this woman, and he hides his smile in her shoulder.
She kisses his neck when she feels that smile against her shoulder, arms wrapping around him so she can get just a little bit closer.
"I'm glad you've been staying here," she says quietly after a moment. It's not like her and she knows it, but she feels so truthful in this moment she just has to admit this, just this once. "I like knowing I'll go to sleep and when I wake up I'll see you right away."
She knows it's obvious she's never had it, but it honestly is a surprise to learn it's new for him too. Her eyes soften when he says it and she leans into his touch, not quite sure if she should say something about it or just let it rest like that.
She also doesn't know if she should say she'll be sad this is over, that she won't get to sleep beside him every night, once the ship calls them back.
It's easier to just not say anything so she chooses that, leans in to kiss him again, deeper this time.
He's feeling the same worry-- not wanting her to worry, or feel pressured,
but he wants her there more than he's had her previously. So he just kisses
her, slow and sweet, and lets the fire warm the parts of them that aren't
pressed up against one another.
It's nice, it's always more than nice to kiss him, but it just doesn't feel like enough at this angle. She wants him closer than this so she pulls away for just a second, turns so that she's up on her knees in the sand between his legs.
She cups his face in her hands when she leans in to kiss him this time, lips parted and tongue seeking his out while she leans up against his chest.
He shifts a little, and then, with two big warm hands, pulls her over so she can rest in his lap, or straddle him at least. She feels slight at first, but whenever she shifts underneath his fingers he can feel the strength in her.
It's perfect. He breathes against her mouth, closes his eyes and just lets him lose himself in the moment for once.
Truthfully, she probably would have gotten herself there if he hadn't done it first, so she settles so easily into his lap, legs on either side of his hips so she straddles him and sits right down on him. She's a little put out by the fact that he'd put a shirt back on when it's still warm enough out to not need one, but when she slides her hand against his chest she can still feel the strength in him under her palm even if she can't feel his skin.
Her other hand slips to the back of his head, fingertips rasping against the stubble. She's learned so much about what she likes thanks to him, come so far when it comes to being touched, and she's not sure if she responds too eagerly but it's difficult not to when he's got his hands on her, when he's dragging her in close and kissing her like he needs it just as much as she does. She wants to reciprocate, touch him the same way he's touching her, so her hand on his chest drops, pushes up under his shirt so she can press her palm to his side with nothing in the way.
He shudders at the feeling, her warm hand underneath his shirt somehow very
different from her hand on his chest when they were in the sea earlier.
It's more intimate, more private, and definitely makes him shiver in a way
that's not from the cold.
But it's good. It's so good, and he rocks up against her just a little,
unconsciously, and strokes a hand down her sides, then her arms as he keeps
the kiss slow and sweet and deep.
Her hand explores him slowly, slipping up higher under his shirt so her fingers can trace the lines of his ribs, the smooth plane of his stomach. She likes the way he feels under her, likes the feeling of that shiver even more.
When his hips lift it closes the last little bit of distance between them and that might have been easy to miss if she had been wearing anything other than a bikini. The thin material does little to shield her and she gasps, short and surprised, against his mouth before her hips press back against his.
He isn't exactly a man who counts in bases: he'll go where this night takes him, and this is going in a direction that he's really quite happy with. He's good with taking that step, especially when she sounds so pretty for him, when she's so eager to search out what she likes.
It's a little abrupt when she crowds forward over him, her hand on his shoulder to push him down so his back hits the blanket, but she moves right with him, keeps right on kissing him as she settles herself over him. She is eager to search out what she likes and that absolutely includes taking this as far as it can go.
With him pinned down she can use both hands to explore his body and she doesn't hesitate to, shoves the other one up his shirt while she nips at his lower lip and trails her fingertips up his chest, sweeps her palms back down and takes hold of his waist so she use him as leverage while her hips rock down experimentally.
He smiles against her lips, amused at how eager she is-- it's so typical, that she's hungry for all of this, all he has to offer her. And she's just taking it, too.
He's a little quieter on his end, his hands roaming very slowly over the safe parts of her back and her sides. He rolls up just a little, to see how she can gasp for him.
She doesn't quite gasp, but there's a quick exhale against his lips when their hips grind together just right and a spark of pleasure races through her. It makes her shiver a little in his arms, go a little still while she lets it wash over her, but then she's moving on top of him again, finding that angle and pushing down to meet him when he rolls his hips up.
That time she does gasp, leans up a little so she can look down at him while they move together and see if it feels good for him or if it's just her getting something out of this.
The smile he sends her then is reassuring, and he reaches out to, very slightly, squeeze her backside and rock up against her: yes, he's enjoying himself, not to worry.
"I'm a lucky man, aren't I?" He whispers, soft enough that she can only hear it because she's so close.
Her eyes track over his face with interest even when she shudders and presses down harder, into his hand and immediately deciding she likes that. She'd like anything Tommy did to her, she's thinking absently, but his whispering gets her to smile and focus on that instead.
"Maybe," she says, and then she sits up a little more to pull her hands out from under his shirt. "But you're wearing too much clothing and there's no maybe about that."
"I had complaints about my underwear," he points out, but he goes to take it off all the same. He's warm from the sun anyway, the heat of it lingering underneath his skin pleasantly, and it lets him press his skin to hers and that's more than worth it.
"You can take that off next if it's bothering you."
The fire plays over his skin in a way that's unexpectedly attractive, bringing out the stark lines of his tattoos and drawing her attention even more closely to the shape of him. Her hands slide along his chest again, roam along his shoulders before she leans down to kiss him.
It's more intense now than it ever has been before, there's more intent in the way she licks at his lower lip just as she arches her hips down to grind against him just a little harder.
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Date: 2016-06-10 10:10 pm (UTC)She's with him now, sitting on a soft blanket in front of the fire with him behind her checking on the harpy scratches down her back. She's long since given up on bothering to put anything on them, but it's become a habit to let Tommy check them to be sure nothing odd is happening to them.
"When we have to leave here, I'm probably going to recreate this exact spot in the Enclosure once a week," she tells him absently, eyes closed while she tracks the movements of his fingertips on her back.
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Date: 2016-06-11 11:48 am (UTC)"We'll throw parties in there."
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Date: 2016-06-11 05:55 pm (UTC)"You can throw a party, I'm going to lock the doors so no one else can come in." There have been other people here, of course, filtering in and out to visit one or both of them, but it still feels like her place. And his, she thinks fondly, so she turns a little to look at him over her shoulder. "I might let you in if you ask nicely."
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Date: 2016-06-12 06:50 pm (UTC)"Do I just say 'pretty please'?"
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Date: 2016-06-12 06:56 pm (UTC)"I've discovered I like peaches," she says, and her face is very serious. "I might let you in if you bring some of those."
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Date: 2016-06-12 07:32 pm (UTC)"Oh, making demands, now?"
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Date: 2016-06-12 07:39 pm (UTC)And something she never thought would ever be part of her life. She never thought of herself as someone who would want to sit curled up against the chest of a man she's gotten to know so well just stealing kisses in the dark, but now it's impossible to deny that's part of who she is now.
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Date: 2016-06-12 07:56 pm (UTC)He feels luckier than he even thought was possible anymore. He thought this would never happen again, feeling like this with someone, for someone. Not after Grace.
But here he is, on that beach, with this woman, and he hides his smile in her shoulder.
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Date: 2016-06-12 08:00 pm (UTC)"I'm glad you've been staying here," she says quietly after a moment. It's not like her and she knows it, but she feels so truthful in this moment she just has to admit this, just this once. "I like knowing I'll go to sleep and when I wake up I'll see you right away."
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Date: 2016-06-13 09:26 am (UTC)"I've never really had that," he agrees, softly, as he reaches up to play with the loose wisps of hair that are falling free from her bun.
"Falling asleep with someone." And sleeping the night through- but he doesn't mention that.
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Date: 2016-06-13 09:40 am (UTC)She also doesn't know if she should say she'll be sad this is over, that she won't get to sleep beside him every night, once the ship calls them back.
It's easier to just not say anything so she chooses that, leans in to kiss him again, deeper this time.
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Date: 2016-06-13 09:43 am (UTC)He's feeling the same worry-- not wanting her to worry, or feel pressured, but he wants her there more than he's had her previously. So he just kisses her, slow and sweet, and lets the fire warm the parts of them that aren't pressed up against one another.
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Date: 2016-06-13 09:53 am (UTC)She cups his face in her hands when she leans in to kiss him this time, lips parted and tongue seeking his out while she leans up against his chest.
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Date: 2016-06-13 06:19 pm (UTC)It's perfect. He breathes against her mouth, closes his eyes and just lets him lose himself in the moment for once.
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Date: 2016-06-13 06:36 pm (UTC)Her other hand slips to the back of his head, fingertips rasping against the stubble. She's learned so much about what she likes thanks to him, come so far when it comes to being touched, and she's not sure if she responds too eagerly but it's difficult not to when he's got his hands on her, when he's dragging her in close and kissing her like he needs it just as much as she does. She wants to reciprocate, touch him the same way he's touching her, so her hand on his chest drops, pushes up under his shirt so she can press her palm to his side with nothing in the way.
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Date: 2016-06-14 08:58 am (UTC)He shudders at the feeling, her warm hand underneath his shirt somehow very different from her hand on his chest when they were in the sea earlier. It's more intimate, more private, and definitely makes him shiver in a way that's not from the cold.
But it's good. It's so good, and he rocks up against her just a little, unconsciously, and strokes a hand down her sides, then her arms as he keeps the kiss slow and sweet and deep.
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Date: 2016-06-14 09:09 am (UTC)When his hips lift it closes the last little bit of distance between them and that might have been easy to miss if she had been wearing anything other than a bikini. The thin material does little to shield her and she gasps, short and surprised, against his mouth before her hips press back against his.
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Date: 2016-06-14 05:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-06-14 06:12 pm (UTC)With him pinned down she can use both hands to explore his body and she doesn't hesitate to, shoves the other one up his shirt while she nips at his lower lip and trails her fingertips up his chest, sweeps her palms back down and takes hold of his waist so she use him as leverage while her hips rock down experimentally.
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Date: 2016-06-14 06:36 pm (UTC)He's a little quieter on his end, his hands roaming very slowly over the safe parts of her back and her sides. He rolls up just a little, to see how she can gasp for him.
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Date: 2016-06-14 06:44 pm (UTC)That time she does gasp, leans up a little so she can look down at him while they move together and see if it feels good for him or if it's just her getting something out of this.
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Date: 2016-06-14 08:54 pm (UTC)"I'm a lucky man, aren't I?" He whispers, soft enough that she can only hear it because she's so close.
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Date: 2016-06-14 08:59 pm (UTC)"Maybe," she says, and then she sits up a little more to pull her hands out from under his shirt. "But you're wearing too much clothing and there's no maybe about that."
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Date: 2016-06-16 07:50 am (UTC)The fire plays over his skin in a way that's unexpectedly attractive, bringing out the stark lines of his tattoos and drawing her attention even more closely to the shape of him. Her hands slide along his chest again, roam along his shoulders before she leans down to kiss him.
It's more intense now than it ever has been before, there's more intent in the way she licks at his lower lip just as she arches her hips down to grind against him just a little harder.
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