Ben goes tense under her hands and Rey’s brow furrows slightly until he speaks, and she thinks she understands. They tumbled into this, running on instinct and base desire, and the reality of it is sinking in.
Taking a breath, she reaches up to sweep his hair back from his face, tucking some behind an endearingly large ear before cradling his cheek in her hand.
“It’s okay, Ben,” she assures him, feeling the muscles in her abdomen clench as she lifts her shoulders to press a soft kiss to his lips, drawing him back down with her. “It’s okay.”
Her arms go around his neck and she kisses him again, letting her mouth trail over his chin and along the sharp edge of his jaw until her lips brush against his ear. “I just want you here with me.”
She doesn’t care what they do, not as long as he’s in this bed with her, close enough for her to feel the heat of him. And then, maybe because she wants to say it as much as he needs to hear it, “I trust you.”
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Taking a breath, she reaches up to sweep his hair back from his face, tucking some behind an endearingly large ear before cradling his cheek in her hand.
“It’s okay, Ben,” she assures him, feeling the muscles in her abdomen clench as she lifts her shoulders to press a soft kiss to his lips, drawing him back down with her. “It’s okay.”
Her arms go around his neck and she kisses him again, letting her mouth trail over his chin and along the sharp edge of his jaw until her lips brush against his ear. “I just want you here with me.”
She doesn’t care what they do, not as long as he’s in this bed with her, close enough for her to feel the heat of him. And then, maybe because she wants to say it as much as he needs to hear it, “I trust you.”