Much as Rey feels like multiple shots and several glasses of more wine ought to do the trick, she wants to be cognizant. She doesn't want this to be a forgotten night of drunken fumbling.

The clasp simply comes undone, the top sliding on its own. She shrugs it off, allowing the garment to loosen before Rey slides a hand to Maketh's back, returning the gesture all the same, and with a kiss.

"Would 'preciate it," she murmurs between their lips, a curl on the edge of her mouth. "Wife."

It just sounds so nice. More than she ever thought she would have...