[ To her credit, she does hover a bit in his room rather than beelining for the obvious refresher. She could have just sprinted to it. Certainly some parts of her wish that she had. But instead, she looks around when he invites her to it more explicitly and only then heads over at a normal human pace for the fresher.
She keeps it together until the door shuts behind her, and then she trips the lock and strips down. The whole room still feels muggy with his shower, and Rey takes a few quick glances around it to imagine what it looked like in here then, steam pouring out of the shower while Ben doubled over, one hand pressed against the metal, the other tugging at —
No. Certainly not. Right? Except he'd made more pointed sexual observations towards her today than any other time combined, so maybe. That makes it more real. There's a part of her, a significant part, which is sure he's not Ben yet. Her trust is misplaced; he's still Kylo Ren. But Kylo Ren wants her just as much as Ben Solo did, and by the sound of it down on the supply level, he's more possessive. He thinks he owns her.
She tries not to court these thoughts while she turns the water on. They have no place here. They certainly shouldn't intrigue her. It scalds her bare skin at first and she yelps, pulling her hand back.
She glances at the door. Had he heard that? It was loud. She doesn't want him barging in here to make sure she's okay, and he might otherwise, so she says— ]
I'm fine.
[ It's a normal, conversational voice. As she steps into the slightly cooler shower, she listens for a reply. The water catches the slick mess that arousal has made of her thighs and carries some of it down the drain, but that's just evidence of what's still there. She can feel her folds swollen with want even without the stickiness of her thighs. ]
no subject
She keeps it together until the door shuts behind her, and then she trips the lock and strips down. The whole room still feels muggy with his shower, and Rey takes a few quick glances around it to imagine what it looked like in here then, steam pouring out of the shower while Ben doubled over, one hand pressed against the metal, the other tugging at —
No. Certainly not. Right? Except he'd made more pointed sexual observations towards her today than any other time combined, so maybe. That makes it more real. There's a part of her, a significant part, which is sure he's not Ben yet. Her trust is misplaced; he's still Kylo Ren. But Kylo Ren wants her just as much as Ben Solo did, and by the sound of it down on the supply level, he's more possessive. He thinks he owns her.
She tries not to court these thoughts while she turns the water on. They have no place here. They certainly shouldn't intrigue her. It scalds her bare skin at first and she yelps, pulling her hand back.
She glances at the door. Had he heard that? It was loud. She doesn't want him barging in here to make sure she's okay, and he might otherwise, so she says— ]
I'm fine.
[ It's a normal, conversational voice. As she steps into the slightly cooler shower, she listens for a reply. The water catches the slick mess that arousal has made of her thighs and carries some of it down the drain, but that's just evidence of what's still there. She can feel her folds swollen with want even without the stickiness of her thighs. ]