Rey would like to think that she's gotten to know Han well enough in their time together that she understands that everything he does is for a very good reason ... even if she doesn't understand those reasons at times. He's been doing this for quite some time, after all, If anyone knew how to navigate the smuggling life, it was Han Solo.
They've both lived hard lives - harder than anyone should have to go through, but she thinks, despite the nightmares plaguing her in the leadup to returning to the source of them, she still wouldn't have it any other way. After all, if she'd grown up any differently, maybe they never would have met, and Rey doesn't want to think of a life without this man in it, just like this, so many more days and nights of being together in every way possible. So much more happiness.
Finally, he moves a little harder, and she gasps a little louder, quick to match his rhythm, shivering as his hands grip her hips, helping her move along with him. Her gasps shift into moans, her nails dig in just a bit more into the skin of his shoulders.
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They've both lived hard lives - harder than anyone should have to go through, but she thinks, despite the nightmares plaguing her in the leadup to returning to the source of them, she still wouldn't have it any other way. After all, if she'd grown up any differently, maybe they never would have met, and Rey doesn't want to think of a life without this man in it, just like this, so many more days and nights of being together in every way possible. So much more happiness.
Finally, he moves a little harder, and she gasps a little louder, quick to match his rhythm, shivering as his hands grip her hips, helping her move along with him. Her gasps shift into moans, her nails dig in just a bit more into the skin of his shoulders.