Aeris smiled down at him when he brushed her hair from her face, telling her without words that nothing she asked of him would ever be selfish. She knew that he believed that, but even so, she thought that this wasn’t strictly true. Had she asked him to come with her before, knowing it was not his destiny, that for that time he belonged somewhere else, taken him from the Jedi who had always been his family, pulled him off into a war that might very well have taken his life, all so that she wouldn’t have to be apart from him, that would have been the epitome of selfishness, putting herself above him, perhaps even the fate of the galaxy itself. Yet, she would have done it; even now as her fingertips lightly traced his cheek, she knew that might still be willing to make such a choice.<br/><br/>His words brought another smile to her face, one that was happy, but also perhaps just a bit devious. She kissed him again and, with his permission, continued, pressing into him and letting her hands wandering over his skin. She moaned softly in return as he squeezed her rear lightly before his own fingertips danced across the skin of her back, moving to cup her breasts, massaging them gently. She hadn’t missed the way he responded to her touch as her fingers traced along his shaft before taking hold of him. She felt his hips move up into her with another soft moan as she told him that she would do anything he wished as well, something he’d already know.<br/><br/>She let out a soft, pleasant sound in response before kissing him again, this time her kissed were filled with need, almost hungry, letting him know just how much she wanted and needed him. She kept one hand tangled in his hair as she braced herself on the forearm to keep the entirety of her weight from pressing down on him, while her other hand sought to bring him pleasure, alternating using slow, titillating touches of her fingertips across his skin and slow rhythmic motions of her hand wrapped around him to please him without pushing him too far prematurely.<br/><br/>He responded to her with his own hands, one grasping her butt cheek and holding her close while the other traced gently across the skin of her side before making their way between his legs, seeking to bring her pleasure as she did the same for him. She moaned softly against his lips as his fingers moved inside of her, his thumb pressing into just the right spot. It felt wonderful, the movement of both enough to drive her further. Still, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted everything, to claim every inch of him, and for him to claim every inch of her.<br/><br/>She could feel his willingness to do exactly what she wanted, and she didn’t hesitate, nor did she wait for him as she had before. Her hand continued to pleasure him as her lips broke from the kiss, moving to kiss his cheek, then to his ear, tracing the outline of it with her tongue before teasing the earlobe with her tongue, sucking it gently, as if to give him some small taste of what she could—or perhaps would—do to him. She then kissed down one side of his neck, the kisses were hungry, tasting him, sucking the skin lightly with every slow kiss she placed along his neck, taking her time to make her way down one side and then the other.<br/><br/>She was careful not to reposition much yet, enjoying the pleasure he was giving her, muffling her low moans with the skin of his neck. As she kissed his neck, she was careful not to leave marks in places that he could not hide if he wished to, instead placing them around the edge of where his collar would lay, where he could hide them or display them if he wished, and even if he hid them, she might still catch a glimpse of her work every now and then. After taking her time with this, she moved to kiss along one arm and then the other, taking each of his fingers into her mouth, sucking each one and lightly teasing each fingertip with her tongue before moving on.<br/><br/>She repositioned herself only when it was necessary, sliding her body down slowly as she kissed, sucked, nibbled, and tasted him, making her slow descent down his chest. She took her time, teasing each nipple before moving slowly down his ribcage, his abdomen, and to each hip before settling between his legs. She looked up at him, not to ask permission—she already had that—but to give him a smile that was devious, mischievous, before she took him into her mouth.<br/><br/>She was slow, careful, teasing, as she had been with every other part of her exploration. She slowly took him in fully before slowly moving back up until she had almost released him, her tongue tracing teasing circles around the tip before she slowly moved back down, sucking gently as the fingers of one hand traced along his thigh and the other sensitive areas. She was careful to push him to the edge again and again but never push him over. When she thought he couldn’t take anymore, she pulled away, allowing her fingers to continue to stimulate him, to keep his arousal but push him no further as she moved, positioning herself above him.<br/><br/>She pressed her breasts lightly against his chest once more, positioning herself so that she was right above his erection, close enough that he could feel her heat, but just far enough that they did not touch. It was probably a little bit cruel, she realized, but she hoped that he would forgive her. “Tell me,” she whispered with a sultry voice, tracing her tongue up his neck and brought her lips close to his, “Would you like me to take you this way?” she pressed herself against him a little more, so that he pressed gently against her inviting flesh, but not taking him inside of her. “Or…” she whispered, pausing as she moved back just enough that their flesh no longer touched as she trailed hot kisses down his neck towards his chest, “Perhaps you’d prefer my lips so that I can taste you…” her words trailed off as she impatiently nibbled at his neck. She would be happy to give him whatever he wished for, but some part of her wanted to hear him say it, to tell her what he wanted her to do.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Jax was quite pleased with everything she’d done, her experience not mattering when he had none of his own. It all felt like heaven to him and it had been more than enough. He couldn’t help but chuckle when she’d protested as he pulled her down into his arms yet made no attempt to resist him or pull away. Instead, she’d gotten comfortable on top of him, intertwining her legs with his. His fingers lightly traced across his soft skin as he nuzzled into her hair, eliciting a giggle from her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard such a such from her and it brought him joy to hear it, like music to his ears.<br/><br/>His blue eyes stared down at her, peering into the amber of her own eyes, which seemed to have thawed at least a little in the time since they had reunited. He smiled at her when she told him she loved him, “Good. You’d better,” he teased, his voice light and filled with affection as he brushed a lock of her reddish-brown hair from her face, tucking it behind her ears and kissing her. It was light, gentle, sweet, and lasted only a moment before her planted a soft his on her nose and then her forehead as she laid there, just watching him, before he tucked her back into his arms and she rested her head against him, snuggling into him.<br/><br/>He could feel that she wasn’t finish with him yet, and he felt the same way. He wanted more of her, to touch and taste every part of her over and over, to experience everything she could offer, and he wanted her to have more of him—everything, as much and as many times as she wished to take, he was happy to give. They’d missed so much time together, there was so much to make up for, it made his heart and his body ache. It was true that they couldn’t make up for all of that time in a single night, but he was more than happy to try, and he knew that she was, too.<br/><br/>For now, though, he was happy to hold her like this, to cradle her in his arms, take in her scent that felt altogether familiar and foreign at once, to trace his fingers across her soft skin, to enjoy the moments they shared. He wanted her to know how much he loved her, treasured her, not just physically, but every part of her, body, mind, spirit, and soul. She was enough, more than enough, she always had been.<br/><br/>He pressed another soft kiss to the top of her head, closing his eyes and relaxing as he held her, one arm holding her to his chest while the other traced lazily and absentmindedly across her skin. He could have rolled to hold her without her weight on his chest, but she was small and light in contrast to his more well-built and muscled frame, so her weight was not enough to make him uncomfortable or to affect his breathing and, truthfully, he enjoyed the weight of her body on his.<br/><br/>He allowed his body to relax, to recover, just as he allowed himself to bask in her presence. He still had much he wished to do to, with her, but the night was still young, so he thought that there was no need to rush. They had plenty of time both to rest and to enjoy one another again, until they were both satisfied. To that end, he was careful not to do anything that would prematurely end their recovery, which was another reason he kept her as she was, where her neck, her ears, anything he might be tempted to nibble was out of his reach, at least for now.<br/><br/>Instead, he tried to clear his mind and, failing, instead using a sort of mindfulness to distract himself, focusing on little things—specifically those not related to her, otherwise it would be completely counterproductive—with each of his senses, such as the feel of the sheets beneath him, the crisp smell of the recycled air in the cabin, the faint sound of footsteps outside as someone passed by, and the slight flickering of the red light on the panel by the door. It was difficult, especially when she filled all of his senses. He wanted nothing more than to think about the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin, the soft sound of her breathing, or the beautiful sight of her bare body stretched out over his.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Damn it,</span>he thought to himself, as he had done the very thing he’d been trying not to. Deciding it was hopeless, he just accepted it, allowing all of her to fill all of his senses as they lie there together. He was content with this for now, knowing they both need the time to recover, but he knew that he would eagerly enjoy more of her again when she was ready.