[When Alex touches her, Rey can't find it in her to protest. Her breath just catches when she finds herself wanting more and more -- so much so that she doesn't realize her own calloused hands are moving, itching to touch as well.
[Without thinking, her fingers slip from the wall to the dark locks of Alex's hair. She wants to touch more. Know what her warmth feels like. More than anything, she doesn't want to be alone.]
Is this...?
[Before she can finish that thought, it occurs to her just how close Alex really is, and Rey can't help herself anymore. She closes that tiny gap between their mouths, bringing her other hand to the woman's waist and pull her closer to her own body.
[It's okay, right? She'd read the signals and silent language right? Her kiss is surface level for now, quiet uncertainty that her affections will be reciprocated or if she just misread the whole thing entirely.
[Fuck. Don't tell her she misread... Rey likes to think she's gotten a little better at this.]
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[Without thinking, her fingers slip from the wall to the dark locks of Alex's hair. She wants to touch more. Know what her warmth feels like. More than anything, she doesn't want to be alone.]
Is this...?
[Before she can finish that thought, it occurs to her just how close Alex really is, and Rey can't help herself anymore. She closes that tiny gap between their mouths, bringing her other hand to the woman's waist and pull her closer to her own body.
[It's okay, right? She'd read the signals and silent language right? Her kiss is surface level for now, quiet uncertainty that her affections will be reciprocated or if she just misread the whole thing entirely.
[Fuck. Don't tell her she misread... Rey likes to think she's gotten a little better at this.]