She laughs, shaking her head, though it takes a few tries to find words, arching into Delia's touch instead, licking her lips.
"Ex-military," she finally says, with a gulp. "Itches got scratched, no time for... This is..."
Something else. And oh what a view Delia gives her, Mal's own hands moving to slide over her breasts, exploring them eagerly.
How does she explain what's in her head? That her previous experiences are beginning to feel like finger painting next to fine art? That a tiny voice inside her is vaguely hoping Delia stays in her universe - at least for a while - so there are more nights like this? That the Jedi part of her knows to enjoy the moment, the memory, for what it is...
It's a lot. She pushes up on an elbow to kiss Delia again, hard - pouring herself into it, tongue twirling with the other's - making it as clear as she can that this isn't her first rodeo, but...
"If you're gonna be the best ever, be the best," she says, and takes the moment of -hopefully- surprise to make a bold move of her own, slipping a hand between them and dipping between Delia's legs to tease her, for a lingering moment.
"I promise I'll rise to the occasion," she says, before resting back, grinning. A promise that she'll return pleasure for pleasure, as best as she possibly can.
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"Ex-military," she finally says, with a gulp. "Itches got scratched, no time for... This is..."
Something else. And oh what a view Delia gives her, Mal's own hands moving to slide over her breasts, exploring them eagerly.
How does she explain what's in her head? That her previous experiences are beginning to feel like finger painting next to fine art? That a tiny voice inside her is vaguely hoping Delia stays in her universe - at least for a while - so there are more nights like this? That the Jedi part of her knows to enjoy the moment, the memory, for what it is...
It's a lot. She pushes up on an elbow to kiss Delia again, hard - pouring herself into it, tongue twirling with the other's - making it as clear as she can that this isn't her first rodeo, but...
"If you're gonna be the best ever, be the best," she says, and takes the moment of -hopefully- surprise to make a bold move of her own, slipping a hand between them and dipping between Delia's legs to tease her, for a lingering moment.
"I promise I'll rise to the occasion," she says, before resting back, grinning. A promise that she'll return pleasure for pleasure, as best as she possibly can.