[Love. Buck loves something about Rey, and it’s both exciting and nerve wrecking. It feels different hearing that word come from Buck rather than Poe or Finn. It’s more intimate, more heartfelt, and makes what they have seem all the more real.
That what she’s feeling is being reciprocated. There were no games. It wasn’t a dream. Something she’s wanted for so long—someone who understood her, and cared about her unconditionally—is truly there for her.
Rey lets out a soft chuckle, finding her back touching the bed first then the rest of her body. Her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, forcing her to scoot up a little more to give Buck room to climb into her bed. Her brown hair fanned out on the grey sheets. ]
I wanted to make sure we have what we need. [And not be caught off guard when the moment strikes.
Plus, he’d find flavored condoms in that drawer too. Rey did say she wanted to spoil Buck this weekend.
He initiated another kiss, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame. Rey doesn’t hold back, kissing him in a slow manner and letting her tongue move against his. It feels like she’s kissing him for the first time all over again—wanting, needing to explore all of him.
When he pulls back, it’s clear he has Rey wound up. There’s a flush on her face, from her cheeks down her neck and then over her chest. Her eyes watch Buck like a hawk, yearning to reach up to pull him back to her.
His touch is electrifying. His voice—a siren’s song that she cannot ignore. And fuck, he’s so sweet. He wants to make sure this was what she wants. ]
Yes, sweetheart. You can.
[And by that she thinks he means he can enter her. Hence why she mentioned the condoms early on.
Her hands move down to her shirt, grabbing the ends of it to tug up and over her head. It takes some maneuvering on her part, but her top was off—but her bra was still on. She wasn’t going to deny Buck the pleasure of getting that off. ]
Evan…[Her voice is breathy as she reaches out to him, trying to gently pull him back to her. She needs his lips on hers again. ]
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That what she’s feeling is being reciprocated. There were no games. It wasn’t a dream. Something she’s wanted for so long—someone who understood her, and cared about her unconditionally—is truly there for her.
Rey lets out a soft chuckle, finding her back touching the bed first then the rest of her body. Her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, forcing her to scoot up a little more to give Buck room to climb into her bed. Her brown hair fanned out on the grey sheets. ]
I wanted to make sure we have what we need. [And not be caught off guard when the moment strikes.
Plus, he’d find flavored condoms in that drawer too. Rey did say she wanted to spoil Buck this weekend.
He initiated another kiss, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame. Rey doesn’t hold back, kissing him in a slow manner and letting her tongue move against his. It feels like she’s kissing him for the first time all over again—wanting, needing to explore all of him.
When he pulls back, it’s clear he has Rey wound up. There’s a flush on her face, from her cheeks down her neck and then over her chest. Her eyes watch Buck like a hawk, yearning to reach up to pull him back to her.
His touch is electrifying. His voice—a siren’s song that she cannot ignore. And fuck, he’s so sweet. He wants to make sure this was what she wants. ]
Yes, sweetheart. You can.
[And by that she thinks he means he can enter her. Hence why she mentioned the condoms early on.
Her hands move down to her shirt, grabbing the ends of it to tug up and over her head. It takes some maneuvering on her part, but her top was off—but her bra was still on. She wasn’t going to deny Buck the pleasure of getting that off. ]
Evan…[Her voice is breathy as she reaches out to him, trying to gently pull him back to her. She needs his lips on hers again. ]