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ladyofleithianTitle: Touch Me Until It Hurts
Summary: A resurrected Ben Solo is still acclimating to being touched again.
Prompt: Bows / Frills / Lace
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“Can I touch you?”
It’s a cautious question, Poe knows that much. After all, after all they’ve been through, after all Ben’s been through, he’s still struggling with the whole idea of touch. Poe knows what his experiences with touch have been, actually. Things like the cut of a Praetorian Guard’s blade into his skin, or the shock of Force Lightning.
It doesn’t mean Poe’s necessarily forgiven him for everything he’s done, not necessarily, but he can at least understand. A lot. He’s been through a lot, Poe’s boyfriend, including a resurrection.
Ben nods, gently.
Poe reaches out, towards Ben’s hand, occasionally looking even more towards him for approval. Ben seems to purr like a lothcat as Poe rubs circles into his skin.
“Thank you,” Ben says, softly, even as Poe continues to rub circles on his skin. “I haven’t had that in…quite some time.”
Everything that could ever be implied is there, right here, right now.
“Glad to help,” Poe says, softly.
Summary: A resurrected Ben Solo is still acclimating to being touched again.
Prompt: Bows / Frills / Lace
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“Can I touch you?”
It’s a cautious question, Poe knows that much. After all, after all they’ve been through, after all Ben’s been through, he’s still struggling with the whole idea of touch. Poe knows what his experiences with touch have been, actually. Things like the cut of a Praetorian Guard’s blade into his skin, or the shock of Force Lightning.
It doesn’t mean Poe’s necessarily forgiven him for everything he’s done, not necessarily, but he can at least understand. A lot. He’s been through a lot, Poe’s boyfriend, including a resurrection.
Ben nods, gently.
Poe reaches out, towards Ben’s hand, occasionally looking even more towards him for approval. Ben seems to purr like a lothcat as Poe rubs circles into his skin.
“Thank you,” Ben says, softly, even as Poe continues to rub circles on his skin. “I haven’t had that in…quite some time.”
Everything that could ever be implied is there, right here, right now.
“Glad to help,” Poe says, softly.
