Rey loves his hands - not only how large they are, nor how warm and strong, but also those calloused, that roughness. They're absolutely distinctly his, and they feel so good when they're holding hers, or touching her face, or trailing over parts if her body that he's explored more than a few times before.

They're rough, but he uses them with such gentleness for her.

She breathes out the softest chuckle, easily returning the kiss, something soft, and sweet, and somehow exactly what she needs. "Please don't stop."