When he pushed at her, she didn't resist, simply wrapping her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and letting him pin her there, gasping with a strange pleasure at the way the wall felt slammed against her back. They could do this, together, take strength in a way no one else could. No one else would understand.
And he wanted his name. Tahiri let out a slow smile, head tilted back slightly to give him more access to her neck even as she kept her gaze on him.
"Colonel. Darth. Jacen. Caedus. Solo." Each word, title, name was said deliberately. Because he was both. That was what no one else could understand. They tried to force him to be Jacen again, fully Jacen as he had once been and could never be again. They feared the Sith Lord who was no longer completely there either. He was both, someone new. Someone she craved and yes, loved.
There was more to his name though. "Master. Lord." A fierce look in her eyes. "Mine." Her grip tightened on him, arms and legs tugging him closer as she declared it. "And I'm yours. Your Apprentice, your Lieutenant, your partner. Always." She would be by his side, and kriff she did love it when he took control over her like that, and she could just surrender to him completely.