"I don't know. Maybe it's more about where I'd be. I felt so lost." She cups her hand over Maketh's cheek as well, her thumb stroking her face. "But this? Feels like home."
It's strange. Rey can't think of ever feeling so grounded like this before. She doesn't want to let it go.
Being something of a wayfarer herself, Rey hadn't known what it felt like to settle in one place for very long. And even then, she was almost always ready to pack up and move.
Right now, however, moving is the last thing she wants to do.
She closes her eyes, nuzzling against Maketh's forehead with a serene smile.
Perhaps, in a little while, they'll move to a bed. Maketh feels rather content now, Rey's arms around her. The sound of her breathing a gentle lull in the background. Gently, she flicks at Rey's hair. Smiles against her chest.
Everything still feels like it's spinning, but in a good way. She'd never felt like this about anyone before. Those feelings mix with dream-thought and her waking mind as memories blend together. How real this feels. How good it is. How badly she yearns for it. How frightening it was to her before.
She hums, holding Maketh just a while longer. They needed this, she thinks. They both did, especially Rey.
Her arms squeeze around her wife, unable to bare the thought of letting go.
"I don't want to wake up," she murmurs to herself.
Because she realizes that Maketh won't be there when she does.
Maketh closes her eyes, sighing against Rey's neck. Listening to her heartbeat, letting herself settle. The feel of sweat and warm skin, something that ought to be unpleasant but somehow isn't. She's comforted. Safe, even.
"Sleep," she murmurs. "We have all the time in the world."
All the time in the world. It's a nice thought, even when time itself is always fleeting. Every fiber in her wants them to stay here forever, in this moment. Still, Rey wants to believe...
Her eyes flutter shut then, just feeling Maketh pressed to her. Taking in every second of it and committing this moment to a memory so it'll never die.
It'll be a while before she wakes. Take it while it lasts.
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"I don't know. Maybe it's more about where I'd be. I felt so lost." She cups her hand over Maketh's cheek as well, her thumb stroking her face. "But this? Feels like home."
It's strange. Rey can't think of ever feeling so grounded like this before. She doesn't want to let it go.
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Maketh has lived many places. Conquered some, or watched them be conquered. Some of them had felt right, though very few had been home. But this--
Perhaps she could try.
Maketh tips her head, chasing the feeling.
"I like that."
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Right now, however, moving is the last thing she wants to do.
She closes her eyes, nuzzling against Maketh's forehead with a serene smile.
"Please stay with me," she whispers.
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Perhaps, in a little while, they'll move to a bed. Maketh feels rather content now, Rey's arms around her. The sound of her breathing a gentle lull in the background. Gently, she flicks at Rey's hair. Smiles against her chest.
"Wife."
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She hums, holding Maketh just a while longer. They needed this, she thinks. They both did, especially Rey.
Her arms squeeze around her wife, unable to bare the thought of letting go.
"I don't want to wake up," she murmurs to herself.
Because she realizes that Maketh won't be there when she does.
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"Sleep," she murmurs. "We have all the time in the world."
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Her eyes flutter shut then, just feeling Maketh pressed to her. Taking in every second of it and committing this moment to a memory so it'll never die.
It'll be a while before she wakes. Take it while it lasts.