Despite having never done this before, it felt every bit as natural to Rey as breathing. She wondered if there was some instinctive part of her that had always known how to do this, some base instinct that drove all living things towards other members of their own species (or other species; she was hardly one to judge). Maybe she'd just never been close enough to another person, given herself enough time and thought to really listen to that particular drive.

Or maybe she was giving herself too much credit and was actually messing this up spectacularly, but Luke was just too nice to say so.

But given that he didn't back away from her completely upon breaking the kiss, she was going to assume that she hadn't just made a complete fool of herself. She peered at him as he closed his eyes, a small grin on her face as she held him just a little closer. "It's more than okay, Luke," she told him softly. "Of course, if I'm doing anything wrong, I'm hoping you'd say something...."