Kiss after tentative, hungry kiss. Dejah half crawls into his lap, like she can't get close enough to him. She tugs at his hat, another quiet giddy laugh on her lips. A moment later, she's pressing her brow to his, trying to catch her breath.
"Still haven't told me. What it is you want from this? Tell me. I need to know."
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"Still haven't told me. What it is you want from this? Tell me. I need to know."