[His eyes meet hers and his are just as dark, just as full of fire and haze - but his lips smile for her and he raises one hand to cup her face. His hips still but his other hand keeps her pressed down tight against him. His voice is very soft - but very sure as he repeats:]

I meant what I said, Hana Song. More than the stars. [Tender, he strokes his thumb over her cheek and the pink whiskers there and there's longing in his eyes the way they were when they were in the observatory and he was looking at the night sky.

Except he's not looking at the night sky now. Against her chest, his heart is beating hard and he exhales something that shakes. His thumb strokes again, still infinitely gentle.]

I won't stop. If I take you to my bed, Hana. I won't want to stop.