[Leia hums softly, approvingly, feeling his big hands slide up her sides, skim over the softest parts of her. Their clothes discarded, she stretches out again, half-atop him, and winds her arms around him. She's not about to go straight into it; he might have agreed to give it a try, but that doesn't give her license to dive right in. Instead, she curls her hand over his hip, rubbing gently, and kisses him, a slow and gentle thing that ramps up in intensity before very long.]
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