“We wouldn’t want that,” Rey replies, smiling against the pad of his thumb. She unzips her sweatshirt and wriggles out of it, tossing it aside before leaning in for another kiss. His hand slides further up the thin tank she’s wearing, and she pulls back enough to tug Ben’s shirt over his head, baring all that pale skin to her.

Their chests rise and fall in unison and Rey smiles against his jaw, taking a moment to revel in this outstanding togetherness, and how they slot together so seamlessly. Rey doesn’t think that she could ever truly get used to it, even as familiar as it is becoming. It will always invoke a sense of wonder.

Her mouth finds the top of his shoulder as she presses his thighs apart so that she can sink gracefully to her knees on the floor, resting her chin on his knee and looking up at him with a soft, open expression. “I want to try something.”