It should just feel normal, like all the other women he'd slept with over the years (and more since Cameron, more since the stabbing), but there's that little part of his brain crowing that this isn't normal and somehow, that begins to make all of this a whole lot different. He bows his head down into the touch, watching Obi-Wan with devotion.
no subject
"You tell me how fast," he coaxes.