Most of her reluctance ebbs into ripples the more Rey allows herself to sink into her instinctual hunger. It never occurred to her how much she needed this. Needed someone to touch her like this, hold her like this -- love her in a way no one else has nor she would allow. She was scared at first, but suddenly the hammering in her chest drums to a different emotion. Something not driven by fear.

Breath catching with the thrill of teeth and touch tempting her senses, she shifts on the couch. Knee slipping between Maketh's thighs as Rey props her wife a few inches from the cushion, her arm strong and slung under Maketh's back. She rests her hand at the hip, thumb teasing the hem of the remaining undergarment in the middle of them.

"Is this okay, right here?" Rey mutters, tilting her head to offer Maketh more skin for her teeth to tread. "You're comfortable?"

She just wants to be sure.