“I just wanted you,” she admits, turning in his lap until she’s straddling his thighs, settling back so that she can face him. “You’re plenty, Ben.”

Her palms rest gently against the sides of his neck, sliding back into the soft hair at his nape. For a long moment she doesn’t know what to say, so she leans in to give him a gentle kiss.

“You know better now,” she assures him, reaching down to take one of his hands in her own, threading their fingers together. “As for the Jedi code. We’re the last ones, aren’t we? So who’s to say we can’t make a little adjustment to the rules? An addendum, just for us.”