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?"
Maketh feels her breath catch, biting at Rey's neck. Harder this time. Anticipation. She feels pulled taunt, ready for something. Perhaps she's been ready for a long time and only just now realized it. Rey's hands are so warm on her skin, her arm an unyielding force.
Beautiful.
Maketh grins. Hopes Rey can feel it against her skin.
"If you do not continue," she says, matter-of-factly, "I will be very displeased!"
In some way, her skin is hotter than it should be. Radiating from her blood. Their dream-minds keep the normalcy, keep her from questioning any of this. Rey doesn't want to stop any more than Maketh, and yet...
And yet she smirks.
"Displeased?" Rey feigns incredulity. "You'll do... what, huh?"
Although Rey can't help herself but continue, tempting Maketh with every motion of her touch, she also finds herself tempting. Playful. This is fun. This is new. She likes it; she didn't think she would.
There's something about Maketh's pout and frustration. Of Rey hooking her thumb over the hem so she can touch more skin underneath the fabric. Be just a few inches closer than she was before.
"Well, I wouldn't... But when you make a face like that, I'm admittedly a little curious."
Maketh lifts her chin, a little breathless. She looks ridiculous and she knows it, but what's the point of sex if you can't enjoy it? "Oh, I see. You're challenging me. Is that so?"
For some reason, 'fun' was never the word that came to mind when Rey thought of sex. Sex was something to be feared. Something that required some degree of vulnerability.
But as she's allowed herself to take control, there is something truly fun about it. Of taking her partner's breath away with every tease. Their playful banter even helps Rey to ease into the situation more and more.
"What if I am?" Rey places a few careful kisses to the side of Maketh's jaw, down her neck.
Maketh laughs, tipping her head back. She puts her hands on Rey's hips and squeezes meaningfully. "Oh, I see. Then you'd best let me up and I'll show you what I mean."
Her laugh is intoxicating. Reminding Rey that this doesn't have to be serious and intimidating. That if Maketh can play around, Rey can too. Together. That's what this is about.
She complies, rocking backwards and taking Maketh with her, bringing them both to their knees over the soft cushions. The strength in her body is palpable, as she practically slings her wife in her arms; their bodies pressed close.
"Will that do? I don't want to let you go." She beams.
It would be easy to swing Maketh around if Rey very well wanted to. But there will be plenty of time for that in the future. Right now, she just wants to hold this woman. Keep her, her warmth, that breath on her skin, the scent of her...
An involuntary shudder runs through her bones at Maketh's touch. Rey brings her hands back down, resting them over either side of her waist and squeezes.
"Yes," she breathes, pressing her forehead to Maketh's.
Maketh closes her eyes briefly, bumping her nose against Rey's. This close, their skin is so warm. She reaches up to trace the line of a scar on Rey's cheek. Wondering at the texture. Maketh's own scars are faded and pale. Small in comparison. She had most of them surgically removed. The only ones left are the ones that Hadriel left her. The mark on her shoulder. A few on her back.
Nothing horribly important.
"Good," Maketh says, softly. She presses down with her other hand, seeking.
A sharp inhale fills Rey's lungs the more Maketh touches her. Her fingers curl over her partner's hips, and Rey feels her own legs part a little to make herself easier for Maketh to find and maneuver.
"Yes," Rey hears herself say again, huskier, before kissing and gently nibbling Maketh's lower lip.
It's been a long time, for Maketh, even longer since she's done this sober. But in the end, she remembers. She curls her hand, dragging the pads of her finger through the thatch of hair and then lower. Briefly - absurdly - Maketh wonders if Rey's world uses the same words for sex and fucking as hers does.
Something to ask later.
She smiles. Cups her hand around Rey's cunt, just holding. There was some dirty poetry she read once that described this as holding fruit, perfectly ripe. At the time, Maketh had thought it strange. But apt, in the end.
"You are wonderful," she murmurs, eyes bright, and tips her head back so Rey can kiss her again.
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."
The kiss is hard, all teeth and heat. Maketh leans into it eagerly, shivering against Rey. Likes the hands on her, exploring. Learning the topography and how best to map it out. Maketh grins, sucking on Rey's lip a moment. She rubs her thumb in a slow circle against Rey's cunt, just holding it there. Feeling the heat. The wetness. "Good. You'll have me."
Her free arm tightens around Maketh, nails drawing across the surface of her lower back. Not too hard, but hardly as gentle as they were being before, enough to leave light scrapes. A quiet moan escapes when Rey's kisses become more aggressive, her lips parting for her tongue to meet Maketh's.
She manages to focus just enough to slide her other hand between Maketh's legs, searching at first, tentative. Feeling the payoff of their slow buildup; she can't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction as she starts with slow stroking motions.
Now that makes her happy. Makes her confident that she's doing something right. Something good. Rey gradually feels herself becoming more self-assured, her fingers pressing harder against Maketh's snatch. Her strokes quicken, not much, but noticable and she doesn't let go or stop this time. Doesn't tease or withhold anything.
Rey tilts her own head back, letting out a heavy exhale when she does. Her chin rests against the side of Maketh's head. Takes in her scent and vibrations.
Someone learns quickly, Maketh thinks. But that's appropriate, isn't it? This is their wedding night. Gravity ought to shift in the wake of their fucking. Or so the talk goes. Maketh nearly laughs at the absurdity of it all. She settles for moaning into Rey's shoulder, biting down. She can feel her chest heaving, hands shaking even as she increases her speed, tracing lines, pressing up.
There's a carnal impulse that possesses Rey then. Not only does this feel good, but she wants to make Maketh feel the same. Feel what she's feeling, body and soul. Through heat and sweat. She relishes everything, from the pulling of her hair to the teeth on her skin. Rey brings her lips down to Maketh's ear, taking quick and sharp nips at the cartilage. Her nails drawing over her lower back. Calloused touch over smooth flesh.
Her middle finger curls into the opening of Maketh's slit, her palm pushing upward; massaging her there. Soft and slow, before finding her momentum again.
You don't have to be so gentle, you know. That's what Maketh had said. And Rey is taking her counsel to heart.
Everything about this is so alien to her that it's exciting. It isn't even so scary to her anymore. Not when it's Maketh, not when it's someone she trusts so dear. The feeling that's been building up since this woman started touching Rey sends a sudden shudder through her that she's never felt before. She lets out an embarassing yelp, close to Maketh's ear, before burying her face into her neck and fair hair.
"Maketh..." Rey gasps. Breath heavy. Rasp. Still caressing between her own wife's legs in synch with their movements, guiding her through like a peculiar new dance.
Maketh laughs suddenly, breathless. She knows that sound now, she knows it and it belongs to them. This moment is only them and it ought to be treasured, kept safe and admired in their hands. She drags her nails down Rey's back in encouragement, urging her on. Just a little more...
A sharp noise escapes that sounds like a laugh of her own. Stifled by her mouth pressed over Maketh's neck as the rise erupts inside of her. All a culimation from the touch to the closeness of then other woman. Her scents and presence flowing all over Rey.
Every inch of her body locks up as the explosion courses through her. Her cries muffled against the other woman's clavicle, propelled by a most primal want. Fingers still massaging over her slit while Rey's own body jerks against Maketh's.
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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.
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Beautiful.
Maketh grins. Hopes Rey can feel it against her skin.
"If you do not continue," she says, matter-of-factly, "I will be very displeased!"
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And yet she smirks.
"Displeased?" Rey feigns incredulity. "You'll do... what, huh?"
Although Rey can't help herself but continue, tempting Maketh with every motion of her touch, she also finds herself tempting. Playful. This is fun. This is new. She likes it; she didn't think she would.
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Because that can be arranged. Maketh isn't usually a tease, but she can adapt, and the feel of Rey's hand on her hip, just resting there is maddening.
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"Well, I wouldn't... But when you make a face like that, I'm admittedly a little curious."
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But as she's allowed herself to take control, there is something truly fun about it. Of taking her partner's breath away with every tease. Their playful banter even helps Rey to ease into the situation more and more.
"What if I am?" Rey places a few careful kisses to the side of Maketh's jaw, down her neck.
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She complies, rocking backwards and taking Maketh with her, bringing them both to their knees over the soft cushions. The strength in her body is palpable, as she practically slings her wife in her arms; their bodies pressed close.
"Will that do? I don't want to let you go." She beams.
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She works her hand free, pressing it against Rey's hip a moment and then sliding lower, a question implicit. "Yes?"
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An involuntary shudder runs through her bones at Maketh's touch. Rey brings her hands back down, resting them over either side of her waist and squeezes.
"Yes," she breathes, pressing her forehead to Maketh's.
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Nothing horribly important.
"Good," Maketh says, softly. She presses down with her other hand, seeking.
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"Yes," Rey hears herself say again, huskier, before kissing and gently nibbling Maketh's lower lip.
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Something to ask later.
She smiles. Cups her hand around Rey's cunt, just holding. There was some dirty poetry she read once that described this as holding fruit, perfectly ripe. At the time, Maketh had thought it strange. But apt, in the end.
"You are wonderful," she murmurs, eyes bright, and tips her head back so Rey can kiss her again.
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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."
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Her free arm tightens around Maketh, nails drawing across the surface of her lower back. Not too hard, but hardly as gentle as they were being before, enough to leave light scrapes. A quiet moan escapes when Rey's kisses become more aggressive, her lips parting for her tongue to meet Maketh's.
She manages to focus just enough to slide her other hand between Maketh's legs, searching at first, tentative. Feeling the payoff of their slow buildup; she can't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction as she starts with slow stroking motions.
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She shivers hard. Angles her hand up ever so slightly even as Rey grows bold with her own.
It's like coming home. She shudders and curses, grabbing at Rey's hair.
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Rey tilts her own head back, letting out a heavy exhale when she does. Her chin rests against the side of Maketh's head. Takes in her scent and vibrations.
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Oh, fuck.
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Her middle finger curls into the opening of Maketh's slit, her palm pushing upward; massaging her there. Soft and slow, before finding her momentum again.
You don't have to be so gentle, you know. That's what Maketh had said. And Rey is taking her counsel to heart.
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There's so much to feel, her dress tangled around her waist and Rey's hands pressing everywhere.
Beautiful, Maketh thinks. And this belongs to her.
She sighs. Won't be long now. And it'll be good.
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"Maketh..." Rey gasps. Breath heavy. Rasp. Still caressing between her own wife's legs in synch with their movements, guiding her through like a peculiar new dance.
Her wife... Her wife... Huh.
Ah, so this is what it's like.
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She sighs, tipping her head back.
"Wow."
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Every inch of her body locks up as the explosion courses through her. Her cries muffled against the other woman's clavicle, propelled by a most primal want. Fingers still massaging over her slit while Rey's own body jerks against Maketh's.
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