"We could do coffee at Clint's." Valkyrie wasn't moving away as she leaned in. She didn't look down at Ben's hands on her thighs. Her hands slid over his hands and trailed up his arms. "It can wait. I don't believe I'm ready to get out of bed yet." She smirked at him, leaning closer to press her lips to his.
It would seem that while sex was not normal for Jedi, Ben seemed more than willing to enjoy a little more time together. It would be more time for a late lunch by the time they emerged from Ben's house. Valkyrie had managed to find her own clothes, even a wayward shoe. She still wasn't sure how her shoe got to that top shelf.
"Do you like coffee or tea?" She wasn't making small talk, as she was honestly curious. She didn't reach for him to hold his hand, or link arms. Val did walk closely to Ben, not leaning, just very close. A smile had settled on her lips. She felt much better.
"We may be a little late for breakfast," she smiled at Ben, a hint of blush on her cheeks. She wasn't ashamed, so much as thinking of the fun that delayed them.