( it’s awkward—and, despite himself, he thinks of their first time, crowded together on his old sofa in his old apartment when things were still new and uncertain. they’d made it work, then. they’ll make it work now.
starting with his getting on top of her.
it’s not that he’s against the idea of her remaining where she is, it’s just that he knows that he’s … that this isn’t ideal. she’s pressing against him, now, urgent, but there’s a quiver of worry that refuses to be brushed aside. he isn’t what she wants, not really—not like this. but if she doesn’t have to look at him, if she doesn’t have to see, well. )
Rey.
( reluctance, but also gentle insistence when he draws back now. rolls them carefully until she’s on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
he huffs, frustrated when his horns collide with the low hanging ceiling, and for a moment there is something very nearly ben solo in his expression. )
no subject
starting with his getting on top of her.
it’s not that he’s against the idea of her remaining where she is, it’s just that he knows that he’s … that this isn’t ideal. she’s pressing against him, now, urgent, but there’s a quiver of worry that refuses to be brushed aside. he isn’t what she wants, not really—not like this. but if she doesn’t have to look at him, if she doesn’t have to see, well. )
Rey.
( reluctance, but also gentle insistence when he draws back now. rolls them carefully until she’s on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
he huffs, frustrated when his horns collide with the low hanging ceiling, and for a moment there is something very nearly ben solo in his expression. )