Soft Launch 🖤 Pedro Pascal

Chapter Twenty Two : Touch Starved

Another red light. This time she reached across the console, her fingers brushing his thigh - a whisper of contact, but it lit a fuse straight to his spine.

"You coming up?"

His answer was a growl more than a word. "Obviously.

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The door had barely clicked shut behind them when it happened.

Pedro dropped his keys somewhere on the kitchen bench - or maybe they hit the floor, neither of them noticed - and in one breathless step, Rey was against the wall and his mouth was on hers like he'd waited years.

No teasing. No words.

Just want.

Her fingers tangled in the collar of his shirt, dragging him in like gravity, and he groaned against her lips when she bit down - not hard, just enough to say you're mine now, too.

His hands found her hips, pulling her flush to him as he pressed her into the wall, palms wide and possessive, like he needed to feel every inch of her to believe this was real.

The kiss turned reckless. Sloppy. Tongue and heat and frustration poured into motion.

"Fuck," Pedro whispered against her jaw, voice raw. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Rey pulled back just far enough to breathe. "Then show me."

That was it. That was the match to the gasoline.

He hooked his hands under her thighs and lifted her without breaking the kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, dress bunching around her hips as he pinned her harder into the wall. He rutted against her once, just enough to feel her gasp in his mouth.

The pressure. The heat. The months of unresolved tension crashing through them like a wave.

Pedro's mouth trailed down her neck, biting and kissing and licking as he ground against her, muttering, "So fucking gorgeous... you make me crazy."

"Good," she breathed, fingers threading through his curls. "Then maybe you'll stop holding back."

He froze.

Then stepped away from the wall and carried her - full body, tight grip - down the hallway with single-minded desperation.

They made it to the stairs before he dropped to his knees on the carpeted steps and laid her down gently like she was something holy.

The dress was next.

He pulled it up, revealing inch by inch of golden skin, soft and flushed and trembling. She shivered as his fingers ghosted over her thighs, dragging the fabric up to her waist until she was spread open beneath him.

"Jesus," he whispered, reverent. "You're soaked."

Rey's breath caught. "Do something about it."

He did.

He kissed up her inner thigh, slow and torturous, then pulled her underwear down with his teeth. And when his tongue finally met her - soft stroke first, then deeper - she let out a sound he wanted to bottle.

Pedro devoured her like it was the only meal he'd ever crave again.

Her hands gripped the railing, knuckles white as he worked her open with tongue and fingers, finding the rhythm that made her fall apart in record time. She bucked into his mouth, moaning his name in fractured syllables, thighs quaking around his shoulders.

"That's it," he murmured, fingers curling just right. "Give it to me."

She came with a cry, hips jerking, head thrown back on the stair above.

And he didn't stop. Not until she was writhing, begging, pulling him up by his shirt.

"Pedro, please-"

That was all it took.

He stood, yanked off his jacket, shirt, belt, everything - until he was flushed and heavy and ready in her hand as she reached for him.

They kissed again, messy and desperate, as he lifted her and carried her the rest of the way to her bedroom.

The second they crossed the threshold, she pushed him onto the bed with a wicked grin. Climbed into his lap, straddling him in nothing but her bra - lace and barely there - and a wicked glint in her eye.

"Been dreaming of this," she whispered, lining him up.

Pedro hissed through his teeth, hands gripping her hips. "Rey-fuck-"

She sank onto him in one slow, unbearable slide.

And they both shattered.

He held still for a moment, chest heaving, trying not to lose it then and there as she pulsed around him.

"You feel..." he couldn't finish.

She rolled her hips once - a soft grind. "Perfect?"

He groaned. "Dangerous."

She smiled. "I know."

They moved together in a rhythm that was fire and silk - slow, grinding, desperate. His hands roamed her back, her ass, her thighs as she rode him with that same chaotic softness that always undid him. Like she was fire but didn't know it. Like she was going to burn them both alive.

And he'd let her.

He flipped them over when she started to tremble again. Spread her legs wider. Drove into her deeper, watching her break open beneath him.

Eyes rolling.

Mouth gasping.

Whispering his name like she was praying.

"Say it again," he growled, pulling her closer.

"Pedro-"

"Again."

She screamed it this time.

And came so hard she sobbed into his shoulder.

He followed, face buried in her neck, hips jerking as he spilled inside her, hands clutching her like a lifeline.

They collapsed, tangled in limbs and sweat and love.

Still breathing. Still here.

Rey brushed a hand through his curls, smiling softly against his temple. "So... you're staying tonight?"

Pedro huffed a laugh. "Baby, I'm never leaving."

"I love you" Rey murmured as her eyes closed, Pedro a smile on his face "ditto"