[Luci has never been one to think of consequences either. She lives on impulse, and thinks about the fallout later. But this? This is nothing. This is for both of them, so Poe can feel a flare of life in her after that downer of a conversation. So Luci can feel a little less nervous that deep down, she's just a battery for her closest band of rebels. They care, for some reason they actually care.]
[That deserves her attention and affection.]
Come here, come here... [Luci leans back, her hand still behind Poe's neck, her other wandering one pushing at his jacket in a gentle suggestion that he take it off.]
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[That deserves her attention and affection.]
Come here, come here... [Luci leans back, her hand still behind Poe's neck, her other wandering one pushing at his jacket in a gentle suggestion that he take it off.]