"You're just like that one species of Corellian cat I've seen; one of the off-world traders had one as a pet, and he brought it to Niima," she mused, continuing to run her fingers through his dark hair and drag her nails lightly against his scalp. She'd never realized it before, but she couldn't help but think now that the comparison was spot-on. "A spukamas; you'd be a very big one, of course." They were spoiled, pampered pets, the trader had told her; beautiful, sleek black fur, but rebellious with nasty stubborn streaks. And prone to violence. "Not the friendliest of cats, but they do like pettings."

He seemed to be enjoying her attentions to his hair so much that he adjusted so that he was practically in her lap, looking up at her with dark, hooded eyes. One of his hands stole up to brush his fingers over her cheek, as if to reciprocate the touch, and Rey felt her breath catch at the sensation.

No one — not even Poe — had ever touched her, like this.

He complimented her eyes, but then he was staring long and hard at her lips, and in a pleasantly-flushed daze she noticed he had a little shard of pink crystal stuck to one of the corners of his own mouth. Rey frowned and licked her own lips as though to catch it. "You have ah— ...um." Finally she gave in to her urges and brought a finger to his mouth, catching the little pink shard on the edge of it and pushing it between his lips.