His smile changes the landscape of his face, and Rey can’t stop staring at him. She touches the crease in his cheek, following the line of it with her finger as his hands travel across her body. Such big hands, covering so much of her at once.

It’s a new sensation, being touched like this, but she already knows that she never wants it to stop.

The air in the room seems to grow warmer, and she watches as he covers one entire breast with his hand, making her gasp slightly as his palm drags over her nipple. She watches his face as he moves to sit up, bringing them closer together as she sits nestled in the cradle of his lap.

When their mouths meet again, Rey’s hands fly up to frame his face, sliding up into his hair as she parts her lips so that he can explore with his tongue, just as he is with his hands. Her chest presses to his as they kiss, and she slides her hands over the balls of his shoulders, and then down his flanks. Such raw, undeniable strength. This body has been used to do terrible things, has been used in general by ghosts who didn’t deserve to take up space in his mind.

But now this body is hers, and she’ll treat it well. It will never again know pain, never bear another scar, not if she can help it.