[ She can feel that sting as well, the sear of her teeth on his skin through their emotive connection, but Rey is conflicted as to how to react to it. It was brash and childish, uncouth even, but she wants to do it again. And again.
And when he lifts his chin and all but bares his throat for her, muscles working tightly under the skin of his neck, she unconsciously licks her own lips in a reflection of his as she leans in closer until she can feel the exchange of breath between them. Her voice is a harsh, whispered sneer. ]
...So do you. You don't even have any idea how you look, right now.
[ But if he can see her thoughts, which he most likely can, he could see just how much she secretly relishes their proximity like this, the way her gaze skims helplessly from his eyes, to his nose, to the plains of his cheeks before dipping lower to settle on his mouth. ]
you mean 'disaster' as in 'all the best things'
And when he lifts his chin and all but bares his throat for her, muscles working tightly under the skin of his neck, she unconsciously licks her own lips in a reflection of his as she leans in closer until she can feel the exchange of breath between them. Her voice is a harsh, whispered sneer. ]
...So do you. You don't even have any idea how you look, right now.
[ But if he can see her thoughts, which he most likely can, he could see just how much she secretly relishes their proximity like this, the way her gaze skims helplessly from his eyes, to his nose, to the plains of his cheeks before dipping lower to settle on his mouth. ]