Cobb has yet to really meet someone who he would think of as 'good' in the traditional sense. Someone pure and good of heart and all that, and he's not sure there is such a person. People are complicated and there's nothing wrong with that. Tatooine has so much bad in it. The rest of the galaxy as he knows it is not much better either. It sounds like her world is complicated too. He thinks he prefers it that way. He wouldn't know what to do with perfect.
She's radiating heat too and he's not cold in the least. If anything his blood is pumping a little faster at the moment. Cobb just looks confused at that information. "A tramp like a beggar?" He doesn't the other term for one, only the homeless or vagrant. He doesn't know why a tattoo on their lower back would mean anything. One of those different world disconnects.
He's never seen hair like hers before. On Tatooine people keep it short or very simple. The prettiest people end up in gangs for the wrong reasons, and it's one of the reasons he was shocked to see someone looking like her the first time they met. Although since coming here, he's seen a whole lot of immensely attractive people and it's very strange. He's fairly sure there are not that many attractive people on his entire planet, but okay. It's nice to be able to touch her hair, curl it around his finger. His own is very soft and clean now that he gets to, you know, wash it regularly!
Cobb's not sure what to expect from this since he's never exactly kissed someone through fabric. It ends up being better than he thought. He can feel her mouth just fine, the outline and the heat of it, and he does his best to kiss her back. If this is his only way to kiss her, he's going to throw himself into it. His shirt is going to have a strange wet spot as they try to taste each other through it, but eh, that's hardly a problem. He feels like he can almost get her taste and it's good. That soft moan she makes though goes right through him in a shiver. His arm tightens around her and tugs her a little closer on his lap.
His hand in her hair keeps her head angled toward him, murmuring her name through kisses.
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She's radiating heat too and he's not cold in the least. If anything his blood is pumping a little faster at the moment. Cobb just looks confused at that information. "A tramp like a beggar?" He doesn't the other term for one, only the homeless or vagrant. He doesn't know why a tattoo on their lower back would mean anything. One of those different world disconnects.
He's never seen hair like hers before. On Tatooine people keep it short or very simple. The prettiest people end up in gangs for the wrong reasons, and it's one of the reasons he was shocked to see someone looking like her the first time they met. Although since coming here, he's seen a whole lot of immensely attractive people and it's very strange. He's fairly sure there are not that many attractive people on his entire planet, but okay. It's nice to be able to touch her hair, curl it around his finger. His own is very soft and clean now that he gets to, you know, wash it regularly!
Cobb's not sure what to expect from this since he's never exactly kissed someone through fabric. It ends up being better than he thought. He can feel her mouth just fine, the outline and the heat of it, and he does his best to kiss her back. If this is his only way to kiss her, he's going to throw himself into it. His shirt is going to have a strange wet spot as they try to taste each other through it, but eh, that's hardly a problem. He feels like he can almost get her taste and it's good. That soft moan she makes though goes right through him in a shiver. His arm tightens around her and tugs her a little closer on his lap.
His hand in her hair keeps her head angled toward him, murmuring her name through kisses.