Rey looks up at his face and, on a whim, uses her mind to nudge up the light switch in the bathroom. Dim light spills into the room, making it easier to see each other while still maintaining that quiet safety of darkness.

Now, she can better see the expression on his face as he spreads her legs apart, staring down at her with a single-mindedness that makes her chest heave with anticipation. The question makes her grip at the sheets and she lets out a soft, breathy moan, even though he hasn't even touched her yet.

"Sometimes," she admits, squeezing his flanks between her strong thighs. There have been nights where she can't help but to shove her hand down between her legs, fumbling and messy as she rubs at herself and imagines that it was him instead. "More often, since I came here. Do you?"

She thinks of his composure as Kylo Ren, where it seemed that every movement of his body had a distinct purpose, and wonders if he ever allowed himself to feel pleasure. Her head lifts from the bed so she can glance down between their bodies, eyes widening slightly at the size of the hard length jutting out from his body. She imagines his beautiful hand wrapped around it and lets out another soft, needy sound as her head falls back to the bed.