Romance was about the last frontier Luke felt qualified to lead anyone into, but here they were. And he had to admit... it was nice. She was warm and soft, and somehow yielding and firm in equal measure, and it was a sort of connection that was very different from anything to do with the Force. It was both more and less primal and instinctive, in different ways. He wondered, distantly, if his beard was itchy. He'd never kissed anyone with a beard, before. Either way you wanted to take that.

He wanted it to continue forever, partly because stopping meant addressing this thing he'd done, but eventually he could feel his breath begin to run out and he drew back, ever so slightly, to put his forehead against hers. His eyes slid shut, instinctively removing all distraction but the feel of her.

"Was... is this okay?" he murmured.