He opened his mouth to the kiss and her fingers curled more tightly into his robes as she pressed against him. The nervousness that she was so carefully keeping hidden was being washed away in the warmth of him, the feel of him in the Force, the taste of him.

Moments like this still awed her, sometimes. Somehow they had come to be here; together. She would never tire of this.

She could sense the exact moment he realised that she was wearing the robe and nothing else beneath it, and her nervousness returned, just a little. Not that she thought that he would MIND, exactly. But she hadn’t greeted him like this before, not purposefully... and that seemed to make all the difference for her nervousness.