[ Pls Poe you need to tell her how cute she is, not just smother your face in her boobs.
Rey tries to wiggle out from under him, but he is a solid mass, clearly comfortable and unwilling to move. Good thing she has the Force, and if she focuses just right, she can draw the satchel up and onto his cot. The wonders of the Force. Blindly, she pulls the flask out. ] Here. I think you're dehydrated.
[She's extremely cute, frisking adorable actually and at some point it will slip from his lips. Right now he's just trying his best to pull himself together. .
He makes a frustrated noise as she squirms, clearly he doesn't want to love or her to do so either. He's comfy!!!!! Let him have his moment of needed peace, woman!
He slightly lifts his head at the mention of possibly being dehydrated.]
I would bet credits on it. [ Awkwardly, she pats his head before raising her arms to unscrew the flask. ] Here. So you don't wake up with cottonmouth. [ Now he's gonna have the flask pressed lightly to his mouth. Gosh, she's just the best not-girlfriend/babysitter in this Resistance base, tbh. ]
A betting woman, huh? I like that. [He doesn't really know what in the hell he's saying but the head pets feel pretty nice, he takes the opportunity to tilt his head into her touch. The flask now against his mouth has him making a face, he was had been so comfortable and content!
He does however take a few drinks because he's far to pretty for that cottonmouth bull shit. He's good and takes a few decent gulps before resting his head back along her.]
[ She notices the way he inclines into her touch and her heart does the Weird Flutter again, so she tries to focus on helping him not drown or dehydrate. ]
You have no idea. [ Somewhat muttered. Not so much in a conventional way, though. Rey had put her life in the hands of luck and fate more times than can be counted. She had never been much of one to make traditional bets that involved coin or things of value. She'd watched too many people waste their portions on gambling.
She hums back a little distractedly. Now that he's got some hydration, she feels safe to start shifting them some. At least to a more comfortable position for herself. She's not going to force him off her, though, because he's already objected once and. Well. It's sort of nice, even if she's totally out of her element here. ]
[Poe was fully content burrowed against Rey and her warmth. Why would he want to bother with the stress of moving himself when he was perfectly comfortable?
And the world around him wasn't spinning so much anymore.
He notices her sudden wiggles, the way her small body shifts from under him. He raises his head in concern, dark eyes struggle a bit to fully focus on Rey's face.]
[ She feels a bit pinned under his weight, but more-so his liquid chocolate eyes and the question he poses. A noise gusts out of her. Her mind goes places it shouldn't and she freezes one second, then blushes furiously the next. ]
[He hums against her lowly when she doesn't really give him a yes or no. Even a bit drunk he can both read and feel her awkwardness. Had he been a little too forward with his question? Perhaps she was genuinely uncomfortable by this whole situation?
He makes a small noise, lightly nuzzles at her shoulder before pulling his head back to peer down at her.]
We can switch.
[And without an answer from her, he's twisting them both to where she's now pressed against his chest.]
The little sound he produces from his throat combined with his face in her shoulder, his hot breath cascading over bare skin, leaves her breathless. Her heart stutters when she finds herself now laying across him.
She likes being this close to him. Rey has never been particularly comfortable touching people, except for a very few individuals. But with Poe, here, on top of him, that's... different.
(She never thought she'd get to be so close to someone like this.)
It takes her a second before she finds the courage to move, picking herself up to perch her chin on her hands where they rest on his chest. ]
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Boobs make for nice pillows and again he wanted snuggles, damnit!!!!! So he's going to happily nuzzle himself against her, she's warm and soft.]
I like water.
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Rey tries to wiggle out from under him, but he is a solid mass, clearly comfortable and unwilling to move. Good thing she has the Force, and if she focuses just right, she can draw the satchel up and onto his cot. The wonders of the Force. Blindly, she pulls the flask out. ] Here. I think you're dehydrated.
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He makes a frustrated noise as she squirms, clearly he doesn't want to love or her to do so either. He's comfy!!!!! Let him have his moment of needed peace, woman!
He slightly lifts his head at the mention of possibly being dehydrated.]
That's a possibility.
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He does however take a few drinks because he's far to pretty for that cottonmouth bull shit. He's good and takes a few decent gulps before resting his head back along her.]
Thanks.
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You have no idea. [ Somewhat muttered. Not so much in a conventional way, though. Rey had put her life in the hands of luck and fate more times than can be counted. She had never been much of one to make traditional bets that involved coin or things of value. She'd watched too many people waste their portions on gambling.
She hums back a little distractedly. Now that he's got some hydration, she feels safe to start shifting them some. At least to a more comfortable position for herself. She's not going to force him off her, though, because he's already objected once and. Well. It's sort of nice, even if she's totally out of her element here. ]
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And the world around him wasn't spinning so much anymore.
He notices her sudden wiggles, the way her small body shifts from under him. He raises his head in concern, dark eyes struggle a bit to fully focus on Rey's face.]
Would you rather be on top?
a million years later
I - um -
same
He makes a small noise, lightly nuzzles at her shoulder before pulling his head back to peer down at her.]
We can switch.
[And without an answer from her, he's twisting them both to where she's now pressed against his chest.]
Better?
i always welcome backtags babe!
The little sound he produces from his throat combined with his face in her shoulder, his hot breath cascading over bare skin, leaves her breathless. Her heart stutters when she finds herself now laying across him.
She likes being this close to him. Rey has never been particularly comfortable touching people, except for a very few individuals. But with Poe, here, on top of him, that's... different.
(She never thought she'd get to be so close to someone like this.)
It takes her a second before she finds the courage to move, picking herself up to perch her chin on her hands where they rest on his chest. ]
Much. You?