[ in the day-to-day of the resistance, in front of people that see her as a jedi and a counsel to the co-generals that made the decisions, rey was stubborn, steadfast. she was difficult to push or manipulate, a steel wall when she wanted to be. few people had ever seen her be dragged into anything she didn't want to do.
but those people hadn't seen the way rey melted under the right touch, how easily pulled and pushed she was when it was the right people doing the touching. when it's finn's hands on her body coaxing her forward, she's all too willing to move, sliding towards the edge of the seat nearly at the same time, as if some part of her anticipated the request before it was ever brought to light; when it's poe's hands against her jaw, rey leans in without resistance, far too eager to be kissed to complain. ]
Next time, maybe. See if you can keep quiet when it's two against one.
[ that appeals to her a lot more than being down there by herself. she doesn't have complaint with being the one on her knees, but there's something particularly enticing about the idea of torturing poe dameron with two pairs of hands and mouths in the middle of an otherwise crowded cantina. he might be able to resist one of them, but both? she wasn't so sure. ]
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but those people hadn't seen the way rey melted under the right touch, how easily pulled and pushed she was when it was the right people doing the touching. when it's finn's hands on her body coaxing her forward, she's all too willing to move, sliding towards the edge of the seat nearly at the same time, as if some part of her anticipated the request before it was ever brought to light; when it's poe's hands against her jaw, rey leans in without resistance, far too eager to be kissed to complain. ]
Next time, maybe. See if you can keep quiet when it's two against one.
[ that appeals to her a lot more than being down there by herself. she doesn't have complaint with being the one on her knees, but there's something particularly enticing about the idea of torturing poe dameron with two pairs of hands and mouths in the middle of an otherwise crowded cantina. he might be able to resist one of them, but both? she wasn't so sure. ]