If a repeat performance is what he wants, a repeat performance is what he's going to get. Her eyes slip shut as he bows his head, her body arching forward into his mouth, and a satisfied sound rolls low from her throat.
She lets him keep going for a long, delicious moment, her thumb digging into his hipbone, her other hand sliding over his back, up to his hair. Feeling the way he has to curve his spine just to reach her chest at this angle, however, she feels a vague pang of guilt. It's one of those rare moments when she regrets her small stature, and she murmurs, "If you keep this up, you're going to end up with a sore neck."
Which wouldn't be her problem, really, but she'd really like to get further than Han Solo throws out his back trying to show a princess a good time, all things considered. She takes his face between her hands and gently draws him back up for a kiss. A brief one, one she follows with a question that's hesitant but not at all uninterested. "What if we lay down?"
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She lets him keep going for a long, delicious moment, her thumb digging into his hipbone, her other hand sliding over his back, up to his hair. Feeling the way he has to curve his spine just to reach her chest at this angle, however, she feels a vague pang of guilt. It's one of those rare moments when she regrets her small stature, and she murmurs, "If you keep this up, you're going to end up with a sore neck."
Which wouldn't be her problem, really, but she'd really like to get further than Han Solo throws out his back trying to show a princess a good time, all things considered. She takes his face between her hands and gently draws him back up for a kiss. A brief one, one she follows with a question that's hesitant but not at all uninterested. "What if we lay down?"