Rey thought she knew everything about her body. She knew just how hard she could work it before exhaustion made her useless. She knew how to move in a fight, how to stretch out muscles sore from overuse.

She hadn’t known that her body could feel like this, lit up like a live wire under his questing hands. When his thumb finds the tight bud of her nipple, she lets out a gasp and buries her fingers in his thick hair, pulling him in for another kiss.

It’s a little clumsy, but she licks into his mouth, curling her tongue behind his teeth. The fabric of her top slips against his skin and she pulls her mouth away, pressing him back only long enough for her to wriggle out of it and toss it aside.

It doesn’t occur to her to feel nervous until she looks up to see him staring down at her with dark eyes and red, swollen lips. His hand is curled around her ribs and she takes a deep breath, chest heaving as she reaches up to touch her fingertips to his mouth.

She’s never done anything like this before, but she knows that she isn’t alone even in the newness of this. Whatever this is, however it works, they’ll figure it out together.