He really, Luke thought, ought to pull back, resume the lesson, get back to business. He was here to train her, or rather she'd come here to be trained, not whatever this was. It was undisciplined, unbecoming a Jedi and a man of his age, and so on. But the way she was looking at him, and the way his sense of her enveloped him not just in terms of bodily warmth but the dappled sunlight flow of her in the Force, was intoxicating. Plus, it helped to mute the part of his brain that wasn't sure exactly what to do with her, how to proceed with instruction when she was so wholly unlike any other student he'd ever had. Except for--

And he definitely did not want to think about him.

"Oh yeah?" he murmured, kissing the tips of her fingers and feeling a smile crease the weathered thing he called a face. "I guess you would say that, if I were dreaming." Pulling her hand down with his own, he leaned in and replaced her fingers with his lips, because despite all the mitigating factors and the wearing away of his sense of self, Luke was still Luke and diving in was a thing he did. If not now, when?

Their lips met, the kiss soft though their skin perhaps was not, and his metal fingers tightened around hers gently as a surge of fierce affection flowed through him.