It doesn't matter if she's sleep-addled and disheveled or pleased and grinning after a job well done, Han always looks at Rey like maybe she's the most precious thing he's ever seen. And every time she catches him looking at her like that, her heart skips a beat.
And she hopes above anything else that he always looks at her like that.
Their movements are slow, and easy, and he's pushing so deeply into her that she can't help the way she cries out, the way her expression changes, showing exactly just how good it all feels. But then, it always does. He always does.
"Ah!", she gasps, eyes fluttering shut slowly. "Like that - just like that, please - "
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It doesn't matter if she's sleep-addled and disheveled or pleased and grinning after a job well done, Han always looks at Rey like maybe she's the most precious thing he's ever seen. And every time she catches him looking at her like that, her heart skips a beat.
And she hopes above anything else that he always looks at her like that.
Their movements are slow, and easy, and he's pushing so deeply into her that she can't help the way she cries out, the way her expression changes, showing exactly just how good it all feels. But then, it always does. He always does.
"Ah!", she gasps, eyes fluttering shut slowly. "Like that - just like that, please - "