[ She unhooks her legs from behind Rey, the slip of fabric against her skin only making her more aroused, and more aware of said arousal between her legs. Her eyes widen when Rey starts to undress herself, exposing bare skin and the scars that littered it. Both hands reach out unconsciously, not bothered by the injuries but more drawn in by them.
It wad a familiar sight to her, and it’s felt like so long since she’d last seen a body like this. Her fingers trace over them curiously, gently, almost forgetting how they’d even gotten into this position. What were the stories behind each one? Did she live a life similar to that of her own world? There was still so much she didn’t know about this woman. ]
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It wad a familiar sight to her, and it’s felt like so long since she’d last seen a body like this. Her fingers trace over them curiously, gently, almost forgetting how they’d even gotten into this position. What were the stories behind each one? Did she live a life similar to that of her own world? There was still so much she didn’t know about this woman. ]