Whatever Rey was expecting, she can't say. It's not like she doesn't know what it feels like, or how it works. Her lack of experience is hardly a testament to her knowledge.

And yet, there's no way that she can say she expected this. The closeness of another body, of feeling their emotion and hunger ebb though her like ripples of heat... Rey has to take a moment, gather her thoughts...

Then to hell with thinking, is her conclusion. Hell with mulling over every action. This is what they both want, right?

So take it.

Rather than mustering an immediate reply, Rey leans in for another kiss, her teeth biting lip a little harder than before with anticipation. All the while her own hand slides down. Exploring her; the way Maketh's body moves to her own touch. Fingers slide under cloth, then hair, then skin. Promising to return the favor.

There's a moment where Rey looks down at Maketh through a heavy, half-lidded gaze. She can feel her face flushed.

"You're..." Rey gasps, words caught in her throat before she steals more kisses between breaths. "I want you, Maketh. So fucking much."