[It isn't a conscious need but an intense, primitive urge, and there's no fighting it. In fact, the following sensation is as though he were a puppet bound by strings: IV closes the gap between them, reaches down to cup Leia's cheeks (thoughtless - there's still blood on the one hand), and then presses his lips against hers in a clumsy, chaste kiss.]
lol what's sleep
[It isn't a conscious need but an intense, primitive urge, and there's no fighting it. In fact, the following sensation is as though he were a puppet bound by strings: IV closes the gap between them, reaches down to cup Leia's cheeks (thoughtless - there's still blood on the one hand), and then presses his lips against hers in a clumsy, chaste kiss.]