Rey found herself hard-pressed to continue considering herself a student of Luke's. For starters, she had no reference for how a student should behave, especially in regards to their teacher. And even if she did, it was clear that the pair of them had crossed that boundary a long time ago... probably around when they thought it was okay to have heated dreams about one another and hold one another close for an extended period of time.
Whatever they were and whatever they were on their way to becoming, Rey was in over her head, and to that end, she relied on Luke to lead the way. Even so, she was a fast and eager learner, and so when he pulled her fingers away from his face and leaned in, she gently gripped his fingers and met his lips halfway.
She didn't know what she was expecting, really, since she'd never been kissed before. The first thing she registered was the way his facial hair tickled at her face. The second was the way his lips felt over hers, soft and yielding (if a little chapped on both their parts owing to years of weathering). Then she thought about the way his lips were moving, and whether she should be moving hers, and whether she was doing this right at all or if he was going to pull back and laugh at her. Soon, though, she forced herself to relax, feeling a certain warmth of affection blossoming over her and deciding that she was thinking far too hard; right now, she was going to opt to savor the moment for as long as she could before she was forced to think again.
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Whatever they were and whatever they were on their way to becoming, Rey was in over her head, and to that end, she relied on Luke to lead the way. Even so, she was a fast and eager learner, and so when he pulled her fingers away from his face and leaned in, she gently gripped his fingers and met his lips halfway.
She didn't know what she was expecting, really, since she'd never been kissed before. The first thing she registered was the way his facial hair tickled at her face. The second was the way his lips felt over hers, soft and yielding (if a little chapped on both their parts owing to years of weathering). Then she thought about the way his lips were moving, and whether she should be moving hers, and whether she was doing this right at all or if he was going to pull back and laugh at her. Soon, though, she forced herself to relax, feeling a certain warmth of affection blossoming over her and deciding that she was thinking far too hard; right now, she was going to opt to savor the moment for as long as she could before she was forced to think again.