@stillsalvaging || cont.
“I know,” he replied softly, still holding on to her jaw like she was composed of glass, like if he held too hard that she might shatter. Khan knew better– Rey was made of scorching sun and stone, too strong for the sins of his fingers to break her. She didn’t need his gentleness just as she didn’t need him; but it felt right. Like the electric pulse of her atoms compelled his to stay near, to relish in the energy between them.
He was thinking to much, and so he kissed her instead; swiftly and softly.
“I think you need a break.” He’d been watching her brow furrow as she dove deeper into the tome, memorizing secrets that were far older than the two of them combined. “Actually, I insist.”












