[ his hand is almost big enough to span her chest entirely. fitting him into this closet of a room had been a joke, start to finish. he's not cut out for it. his claws scrape across her skin as his palm settles there. rey's breath shortens, and she stills.
if she were not so tired, maybe. or if her heart were not hurting like it is from all the damage she too had done. or if he had been any less kind, or if it hadn't taken the empathy bond, that connection she had resisted all this time, to heal him. she might be able to stop herself if any of these were true.
but they are true. so rey hesitates for only a moment before she leans in to close her mouth against his, warily, tentatively. as if she weren't sure if the kiss would mean anything to him in this form, if she even could do it. ]
nsfw ->
if she were not so tired, maybe. or if her heart were not hurting like it is from all the damage she too had done. or if he had been any less kind, or if it hadn't taken the empathy bond, that connection she had resisted all this time, to heal him. she might be able to stop herself if any of these were true.
but they are true. so rey hesitates for only a moment before she leans in to close her mouth against his, warily, tentatively. as if she weren't sure if the kiss would mean anything to him in this form, if she even could do it. ]