The romantic in him meshes well with the romantic in her - hidden underneath the kind of uncertainty that would take some time to untangle - but every day spent together, and every moment just like this cause some of those worries to disappear. She's so happy with her new life, so happy with this man that loves her and looks after her. How could she ever want anything else?

Physically ... they've always fit together, even though it might have taken some time to figure out the right ways to satisfy each other. They're still learning, as a matter of fact, and Rey thinks those are her very favorite lessons. Like now, and the brushing of his fingers against her most sensitive spot, and in conjunction with the motions of their bodies, and she's sure that nobody else could ever make her feel this way.

It seems like every strangled breath she takes is punctuated by a moan. She can feel the ball of pleasure in the pit of her belly growing bigger and bigger and threatening to burst, and it wouldn't take very long. As it is, she's barely hanging on by a thread, barely able to keep her eyes on Han, his expressions, the way he watches her so intently.

"I think I'm gonna - ", she gasps, shuddering hard, "I'm s - so close ... "