[By the time she removes her hand, her complexion has cooled to its original shade, though considerably flushed under the slick layers of sweat and arousal. Her head is still spinning when she opens her eyes to find Konoha climbing on top of her.
[For a moment she forgets to breathe, survival instincts seizing up at her considerably more vulnerable position than she's used to. But as she dries her eyes with the back of her hands and sees Konoha more clearly, she visibly relaxes again. The corners of her lips pulling into a smile in spite of the tears streaming down the sides of her face. She doesn't even know why she's crying, or if she's actually crying at all, or if it's just her response to something other than pain. But they're far from expressions of regret.]
It was-- [She swallows hard, her throat dry.] --better than good...
[Blissed out from the dull throb inside, Rey lifts a hand towards Konoha. Not reaching for anything particular, but just wanting to touch her again in some way. Any way.]
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[For a moment she forgets to breathe, survival instincts seizing up at her considerably more vulnerable position than she's used to. But as she dries her eyes with the back of her hands and sees Konoha more clearly, she visibly relaxes again. The corners of her lips pulling into a smile in spite of the tears streaming down the sides of her face. She doesn't even know why she's crying, or if she's actually crying at all, or if it's just her response to something other than pain. But they're far from expressions of regret.]
It was-- [She swallows hard, her throat dry.] --better than good...
[Blissed out from the dull throb inside, Rey lifts a hand towards Konoha. Not reaching for anything particular, but just wanting to touch her again in some way. Any way.]