Her breath catches at the back of her throat as he runs a hand over her newly exposed flesh. Han wears an expression she can't entirely read; she sees intensity in it, and care, and more than anything, something like wonder. Maybe there's newness in this for him, too, if only in the fact of her body here with his.

That little noise that comes from him is intoxicating, the perfect way to encourage her. The fact that so small a touch does so much to him makes her want to see just what else she can manage.

But maybe in a moment or two. First, she hears the unspoken question in his voice and nods her answer. Reaching out, she catches him by the wrist and draws his hand down to the juncture of her legs, until his fingers are brushing against a thatch of dark curls and her heart is fluttering in her chest.