It's not that she slammed him against the wall that surprises him. Nor is it the strength that she shoves his body into it. It's the speed that it happens that he finds stunning. One minute he was leaning in for a kiss and the next moment, there's a pain shooting through his back and he's listening to the sound of a human body clattering against durasteel.
His own body.
Still, even with aggressive showing, Han seems perfectly content to kiss her deeply. Not roughly, per se, but greedily. He's swimming through the exchange with nearly every sense - the way she tastes, the way she feels while close to him, the way they breathe and stop, the way his heart drums in his chest and the ache of pain that seems to tie everything together in just the right way ...
"Last thing I remember was best pilot." He says trying not to smile too much. "Did you still want to see the stern?"
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Date: 2016-05-03 01:52 am (UTC)His own body.
Still, even with aggressive showing, Han seems perfectly content to kiss her deeply. Not roughly, per se, but greedily. He's swimming through the exchange with nearly every sense - the way she tastes, the way she feels while close to him, the way they breathe and stop, the way his heart drums in his chest and the ache of pain that seems to tie everything together in just the right way ...
"Last thing I remember was best pilot." He says trying not to smile too much. "Did you still want to see the stern?"