Small mercies: he's too sore for more than this, no matter the electric tension gathering from navel to thighs.
BB-8 whistles an inquiry and Poe laughs quietly, sliding Caroline's hand up the wall until he's got it pinned loosely over her head.
"Go hang out in the bedroom for a while, buddy." He kisses her throat and presses closer, slipping the fingers of his free hand away from her ear and over the lip of her pants. No further, just a bare touch on covered skin as he rubs her inner thigh with the side of his knee.
Few people suspect Poe Dameron of being meticulous at first meeting. They see passion, recklessness, thoughtless action. But when he puts his mind to doing something, he makes sure to do it right.
Apparently, he's put his mind to following through on this terrible, no good, awful idea. News to him, too.
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BB-8 whistles an inquiry and Poe laughs quietly, sliding Caroline's hand up the wall until he's got it pinned loosely over her head.
"Go hang out in the bedroom for a while, buddy." He kisses her throat and presses closer, slipping the fingers of his free hand away from her ear and over the lip of her pants. No further, just a bare touch on covered skin as he rubs her inner thigh with the side of his knee.
Few people suspect Poe Dameron of being meticulous at first meeting. They see passion, recklessness, thoughtless action. But when he puts his mind to doing something, he makes sure to do it right.
Apparently, he's put his mind to following through on this terrible, no good, awful idea. News to him, too.