[ breath hitches in her chest as her hips fit flush against his. whatever complaint or retort she had ready dies in her throat because even if he does not appear capable of any kind of meaningful penetration, the hard surface of his skin is not unpleasant to grind against. so she doesn't draw attention to what she perceives as a lack of ability to follow through with this on his part. that's not her problem, and she wants this relief. it's been more than a year.
rey gives up her protest and wrestles off her shirt. the hood briefly makes things harder on her, but it comes free after some wriggling, her legs squeezed around his hips to brace herself. and she's left in her pants, a thin bra, and wraps that coil up her arms. ]
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rey gives up her protest and wrestles off her shirt. the hood briefly makes things harder on her, but it comes free after some wriggling, her legs squeezed around his hips to brace herself. and she's left in her pants, a thin bra, and wraps that coil up her arms. ]