[ Cassian never underestimates somebody based on their size. Yoda would be proud.
He plunges his tongue into her mouth, rumbling deep in his chest as she yields to him. With some effort, he drags his hands away from her to help yank his shirt off. The whimper sets his blood on fire. He wants to hear more of that. To take apart all the defensive layers she surrounds herself with and have her truly feel something with no barriers. ]
You wear too many clothes.
[ He keeps going, doggedly stripping her of yet another layer, his mouth finding whatever skin is exposed as he tastes her wrist, her collarbone, the curve of her hip. ]
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He plunges his tongue into her mouth, rumbling deep in his chest as she yields to him. With some effort, he drags his hands away from her to help yank his shirt off. The whimper sets his blood on fire. He wants to hear more of that. To take apart all the defensive layers she surrounds herself with and have her truly feel something with no barriers. ]
You wear too many clothes.
[ He keeps going, doggedly stripping her of yet another layer, his mouth finding whatever skin is exposed as he tastes her wrist, her collarbone, the curve of her hip. ]