If Rey were sucking up in any way, she would have been more remiss to share such meaningful words with anyone. But they're not hollow with Maketh. She does mean them, and something tells her that she has made no mystery of this.

The kiss alone is enough to tell her that. Rey would have gasped if Maketh hadn't then taken her breath away, as she returns the kiss with as much fervor as she is met with.

If this proves anything, it's that they're on the same wavelength with what they want...

With an arm propping her upright, Rey slides her other down Maketh's neck, her shoulder. Cupping her chest as she presses herself against the other woman. Exploring skin. The feeling of hers under her own rough palms. Soft and warm. A sensation she doesn't get between clothes.