Before he could allow himself to be carried back down the several flights of stairs, before he walke
Before he could allow himself to be carried back down the several flights of stairs, before he walked away from her and surely left her wondering why he didn’t go for it, he pushed his thoughts to the side and reached down to slide his hand behind her neck, under the bouncy brown curls he’d watched every time she’d tossed them to one side that night and dip his face down to meet hers. It was gentle, it was kind, it was everything he wasn’t; at the same time, it was pure instinct and want and everything that he was.It wasn’t the most scandalous kiss she’d ever gotten. Not the most physically intense or the most hungry, either–it was chaste, in all reality; but it was soft, and warm, and lingering, and as Rey felt Kylo’s large hand on her waist, she smiled against his lips and curled her fingers into the sleeve of his jacket.The moment he pulled away, she felt the loss of it. It made her want to lick her lips, want to pull him back in close again, but she stopped herself.If he was staring, then so was she–flushed and smiling softly, a little dizzy, a little delirious, a little despairing that she’d have to wait for more, have to let him go for now–but she didn’t care.for @pvlmreaders -- source link
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