[Even though the member isn't part of Rey's body, the slightest shift Konoha makes taunts her lust in little waves all over again. Letting out a deep moan, her own eyes flutter shut as well, basking in the sweet kisses from her face to her neck. The way Konoha keeps Rey cinched close, she should feel trapped, terrified. But she doesn't. Maybe to a fault, she does trust Konoha -- so much so that she begins to relax at the suggestion to stay in this position, getting herself comfortable despite the scent of sex and sweat that clings to their bodies.
[With a contented grunt, Rey nuzzles the side of Konoha's head as the other woman settles into her. She only adjusts ever so slightly to run her fingers through the length of dark hair. Reveling in the skin contact, the thrumming of the hearts in their breasts pressed to one another, the "full feeling" shared between them that neither are keen to give up yet.
[Moving only to cross her legs while Konoha lingers in her lap, Rey doesn't move much after that. Her free arm just slides to cradle the woman into her muscular body, fingers splayed across her back.]
Sure. I'd like that, too.
[Rey might not have the same association of a real cock inside of her or know how that would even feel, but she still revels in this connection of their bodies. The closeness of someone she can hold onto, not because she needs to but simply because she wants it.
[After indulging herself in the moment for a bit longer, not wanting to move or say anything about it... Rey eventually swallows the lump in her throat and speaks:]
S-so, um, is th-- Is this a... one-time thing...? [Well, two times now, but let's not discuss how Ainfell had made a mess of things before.] I-I know you usually have... someone, for most of this stuff, but...
[But Rey really liked it, and she hasn't found many people she has felt safe to share herself with. And as much as she wants to just bask in the afterglow and not have to think about it, it's probably something that needs to be asked, even if it's hard.]
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[With a contented grunt, Rey nuzzles the side of Konoha's head as the other woman settles into her. She only adjusts ever so slightly to run her fingers through the length of dark hair. Reveling in the skin contact, the thrumming of the hearts in their breasts pressed to one another, the "full feeling" shared between them that neither are keen to give up yet.
[Moving only to cross her legs while Konoha lingers in her lap, Rey doesn't move much after that. Her free arm just slides to cradle the woman into her muscular body, fingers splayed across her back.]
Sure. I'd like that, too.
[Rey might not have the same association of a real cock inside of her or know how that would even feel, but she still revels in this connection of their bodies. The closeness of someone she can hold onto, not because she needs to but simply because she wants it.
[After indulging herself in the moment for a bit longer, not wanting to move or say anything about it... Rey eventually swallows the lump in her throat and speaks:]
S-so, um, is th-- Is this a... one-time thing...? [Well, two times now, but let's not discuss how Ainfell had made a mess of things before.] I-I know you usually have... someone, for most of this stuff, but...
[But Rey really liked it, and she hasn't found many people she has felt safe to share herself with. And as much as she wants to just bask in the afterglow and not have to think about it, it's probably something that needs to be asked, even if it's hard.]