Over the next month, her tranquility remains. She is once again Finn’s friend. Everything has returned to normal. She still spends most of her time with him, though she makes sure she sets aside extra time to meditate. They joke and laugh; they eat every meal together except breakfast, as Finn is not an early riser. They are as close as ever.
The most Rey allows herself is to, on occasion, hold Finn’s hand. It’s what they did a few times when they first met, once she stopped chastising him over it. Finn doesn’t tense up, as he did in the mess hall what feels like ages ago. He smiles at her and twines their fingers together, and keeps talking.
That one moment of weakness is all she will allow herself. She cannot banish her feelings completely. It seems she never will be able to. She has found a way to live with them and not yearn for more. She can live with that.
((()))
Nothing would have changed had it not been for a party the Rebel’s hold later that month to celebrate the success of a particularly dangerous mission. Both Finn and Poe participated in the mission.
Finn’s cheek is bandaged and there is a nasty burn on his left shoulder. Poe’s ankle and right wrist are both broken from when his ship crash landed. The rest of the pilots are similarly banged up, but miraculously no one was killed.
The party is loud and raucous. Poe is surrounded by four women, one of whom is caressing his cheek. Everyone, save Rey and Finn, has a drink in their hand. Rey learned back on Jakku that she doesn’t enjoy drinking. Finn, on the other hand, limits himself to one drink. He’s already had his earlier in the evening.
Jessika pulls her into conversation with a group of girls. Rey enjoys their company. She laughs and jokes around with them. She excuses herself to get something to eat a little later. She freezes on her way to the buffet table, her heart in her throat.
Finn is talking to a pretty red head. He’s leaning against a wall, his head tilted towards hers. Her interest is obvious; her finger traces patterns on Finn’s right arm, while her other hand rests on his shoulder. Rey sees red. She is over by Finn’s side before she’s even aware she’s moving.
Finn catches sight of her first. He smiles and moves away from the red head, who pouts adorably. She’s still running her finger up and down Finn’s arm. Rey moves close enough to Finn that her shoulder presses against his.
Finn is all smiles as he introduces Rey to the red head. “Rey, this is Jhessail. Jhessail, this is my good friend Rey.”
Jhessail smiles, glances at Rey before clearly dismissing her. “A pleasure.”
Rey laces her and Finn’s fingers together and rests their clasped hand on chest, where Jhessail cannot miss it. Jhessail arches a perfectly plucked eyebrow and makes a moue with her lips.
“Just what were you talking about with my friend?” Rey asks. Finn seems confused. His smile is uncertain.
“I was telling her about how Jessika and I tracked down Poe’s ship. It was really difficult, too.” Finn’s hand shakes in her grip; she can feel his fear through the Force. The bleed of emotions from those she’s close to happens on occasion, if their emotion is strong enough. It’s unsurprising that she’s feeling Finn’s fear; Poe is one of the few people that Finn really, truly cares deeply for and has allowed close to him.
“You’re so brave!” Jhessail coos.
“He’s the bravest man I know,” Rey declares, sincerely. She turns and brushes her lips against Finn’s cheek. Finn stiffens and his breath catches. To Rey’s surprise, he doesn’t move away. “The Rebel’s are lucky to have him.”
“Oh,” Jhessail says flatly. Rey’s surprised she can feel the red head’s disappointment clearly through the Force. She must have really been interested in Finn. She tries and fails to feel guilty for keeping her away from Finn. All Rey feels is jealousy and possessiveness churning in her gut.
Finn is frozen in place, seeming unable to say anything. His palm is sweaty against hers. Rey meets Jhessail’s eyes, challenging.
Jhessail backs away, her hands raised in defeat. Her smile is obviously fake. “It was nice meeting you, Finn, but I really need to get going.” Rey feels triumph as she scurries away.
Jhessail’s retreat seems to break the spell Finn is under. He backs away from Rey, though their hands remain clasped together. “What was that?”
Rey thinks about feigning ignorance. One look at Finn’s face tells her that isn’t going to work. Finn’s confusion, tinged with anger, is loud and discordant through the Force. “She was flirting with you.”
Finn groans. “No she wasn’t, Rey! Jhessail wanted to hear about the mission, nothing more!”
Finn’s naiveté is adorable, and she tells him so. “You’re so cute when you’re oblivious, Finn.” Finn glares as Rey grins at him.
“I’m not oblivious!” He snaps.
Yes you are, she thinks. If you were anyone else, you’d realize how much I love you. Luckily, you’re not anyone else. I wouldn’t love you, if you were an ordinary person.
Rey laughs. The tension is broken. Finn’s bad mood evaporates. Jhessail is forgotten. She steps back into his personal space, relieved that Finn lets her. She’s still in possession of his hand.
((()))
Meditation still helps, even after the upset Jhessail caused. Her feelings for Finn are just as strong as ever. She still loves him as fiercely as before. Rey still cannot act on her feelings, as love can lead to the dark side.
Meditation doesn’t erase the possessiveness and jealousy she feels for Finn. Both can lead to the dark side. She doesn’t know what to do.
(((())))
A dream in which she is a Sith Lord and is destroying the galaxy not only with Finn, but Kylo Ren as well, scares Rey so badly that she contacts Luke as soon as she calms down somewhat.
Luke listens to everything Rey says, his face frighteningly blank. The blankness breaks upon Rey’s description of the dream she just had. Luke covers his face with both hands.
Seeing Luke so affected by her words has Rey’s heart racing. “Was that a vision or a dream?”
Luke lowers his hands. He is once again the calm, collected Jedi Master. Rey finds this reassuring. “You know the answer to that.”
Rey closes her eyes and reaches out to the Force. The Force sings to her in her mind. She has the answer in seconds. “It was a vision of a possible future.”
Luke nods. “Yes. It’s what will happen if you continue the way you have been.”
Rey bites her bottom lip. “Then I should leave. I can’t become a Sith Lord. I can’t bring Finn back to what he escaped from. I won’t become what Kylo Ren is.”
She watches Luke as he paces back and forth. He seems to be wrestling with himself. He finally stops moving. “There is another way.”
Hope blooms in Rey’s chest. “Truly?”
“Mara Jade and I were happy once,” Luke says, the words soft and laced with sadness.
“You told me you regretted being with her, that your attachment to her is what led to her death.” Rey protests.
“I wasn’t entirely truthful,” Admitting such obviously costs Luke greatly. “Mara Jade was a Jedi. She died a few years before Kylo Ren’s betrayal, while escorting a dignitary. Her death nearly destroyed me.”
“I thought Jedi were against love?” Rey asked, confused.
“Once in a great while, if the Jedi Council deemed a love pure enough, they’d allow the couple to be together. Together, both couples are strong enough to resist the temptations of the dark side. When one wavers, the other is their anchor. Such it was for Mara and I.”
“So Finn would be my anchor?” It sounds ludicrous, but, at the same time, Rey can understand what Luke is saying. All of the possessiveness and jealousy, while still present, is muted in his presence once he’s focused on her. All that matters is her feelings for him.
“Yes. If you believe that he is strong enough to keep you from the temptations the dark side presents, then confess to him. But if you have even a kernel of doubt that by being together your dark desires will be amplified, then I suggest you leave.”
Rey considers Luke’s words. She cannot imagine that her Finn, who turned his back on the First Order and the Stormtrooper’s brainwashing, would allow her to fall to the dark side. She’s been resisting on her own, and somewhat succeeding. With Finn by her side, with his love, she’ll be ten times stronger. She can feel it in her very soul.
“I choose him,” She says with absolute certainty.
Luke seems relieved. “I am sorry I withheld such important information from you, Rey. I let my fear of losing another Padawan to the dark side blind me to the dangers such an attachment presented to you. Had I told you the truth sooner, you wouldn’t have been struggling.”
“I won’t lie and say it hasn’t been difficult, but, at the same time, I feel as if this was an important lesson for me. I’ve become stronger, and more attuned to the Force. And, I know with absolute certainty that I love him.”
Luke bows to her. “Then you know what you must do. May the Force be with you, Rey.”
Rey returns the bow. “Thank you, Master. For everything. May the Force be with you, as well.” She turns the Holochannel off, and goes to her knees to meditate.
((()))
She finds Finn later the following evening, enjoying the view outside. He’s leaning against a wall, in a deserted corner outside the ship hanger. He accepts the hand Rey holds out to him. She settles against his side, their shoulders brushing.
The silence is comforting. She looks at Finn out of the corner of her eye. He seems relaxed, comfortable in his own skin. He’s wearing Poe’s jacket, as usual. He must feel Rey’s eyes on him, as he turns his head towards hers. Rey flushes, but doesn’t look away.
“You seem to have something important on your mind,” Finn says, after Rey does nothing but continue to stare.
“I love you,” She blurts out. She clasps her hands, one still entwined with Finn’s, over her mouth. She’s thought of dozens of ways of confessing her feelings, over the course of the morning and afternoon. They ranged from the romantic, candle-lit dinner confession, to the ludicrous, her singing her feelings to Finn while the Rebel pilots backed her up. Not once, in all her imaginings, had she divulged her feelings in such an idiotic way. Force, she’s dumb.
Finn’s mouth opens and closes several times while Rey has an internal break-down. She can feel his surprise bleeding into her mind. It adds another layer of panic to her own. For one wild moment she thinks of turning tail and running.
Gazing at Finn’s face and feeling his complete surprise, Rey forces herself to get a grip. She loves this man. She just told him she loves him, and while it wasn’t how she thought she’d do it, it’s over and done. She’s confessed. It’s time for her to saddle up and get her man.
“I really, really do,” She says with conviction, once she’s managed to unglue her tongue. “You’re such an amazing, compassionate, brave man. I’m so very lucky to have you in my life. I love you so much that sometimes I can’t breathe. I love you so much, Finn.”
Finn still seems to be in shock. “You-you,” he stutters. “You love me?” He sounds uncertain.
Rey brings their clasped hands to her lips and presses a gentle kiss to his knuckle. She steps closer, until the toes of her boots touches his. Finn stares at her, shocked. The feedback she’s getting from him through the Force is still surprise. It’s not as strong as a few minutes before, though.
“I love you, Finn,” She repeats. She cups his chin with her free hand. His skin is warm under her palm. “Can I hug you?” The question makes Finn laugh, but it’s not panicked, at least.
“Yes you can.” Finn draws her into his arms and rocks her gently. He still hasn’t said anything about her feelings for him. Rey isn’t in a hurry, though. She’s in his arms, her body against his. She can wait for him to tell her how he feels. She’s sure that he isn’t going to reject her. The Force is singing with the possibilities of their union.
“I just realized I never once asked for permission to hold your hand,” Rey says. She’s enjoying being in his arms. It feels just as incredible as in her dream. She never wants him to let her go.
Finn chuckles. “That was random.”
Rey pulls back slightly and pretends to pout. Finn continues to rock them back and forth. “I’ve been forcing you to hold my hand for a while now. I’ve also been scaring away women. I don’t want you to think I’ve been forcing myself on you.”
She feels Finn’s surprise fade away in the wake of his amusement. His lips twitch as he fights off a smile. Rey doesn’t bother to suppress her own. Finn’s eyes move over her face, almost as if he’s memorizing her features. Her cheeks heat again.
“I’m surprised the ultra-powerful Jedi didn’t realize that I like holding your hand. I enjoy your company, Rey.” Finn’s voice is soft. He seems to be choosing his words with great care.
Rey places one hand on each shoulder and stops Finn’s rocking. She wants Finn to hear what she has to say. “I love you, Finn, and love for a Jedi can be dangerous and lead to the temptations of the dark side. I had a lot of thinking to do today, and that included my interactions with you over the past few months. I was a little worried when I thought that my possessiveness over you may have led to me being…forceful with my advances.”
Finn seems worried. “Loving me may lead you to the dark side?”
Rey nods. “Only if I’m not careful. You’ll be my anchor, during my times of more negative emotions, helping me to not do anything brash. With meditation, and Luke’s guidance as well, and yours too, of course, I’ll be fine. However, with us together, I’ll never stray. I know this. I can feel it.”
“Rey…” Finn says, his voice thick.
Suddenly embarrassed after everything she confessed, she rests her forehead against his shoulder, hiding her face. “I mean, if you’ll have me.”
For one horrible moment, Rey thinks she is wrong and that she is misreading Finn’s words and the signs he was giving her over the last few months and that he’s going to reject her. Her heart is in her throat as her stomach churns.
Finn’s arms tighten around her waist. “I love you too, Rey. I just didn’t know what to do about it. Poe kept telling me I should confess, but I was scared. I’m a complete wuss. I can turn my back on the First Order, but I can’t tell the girl I love I’m crazy about her.”
Rey pulls back and cups his cheeks with both hands. “I already told you, you’re the bravest man I know. Together, we’re an unbeatable team.”
Finn’s smile is breathtaking. Rey can feel both his amazement and yes, his love, through the Force. It feels incredible. She loves this man so much, and he’s hers now.
“I really want to kiss you,” Finn confesses.
Rey gently pulls his face towards hers and breathes, “What are you waiting for?”
His lips meet hers and it’s incredible. She can’t get close enough. He backs her up against the wall. One of his hands threads through her hair and tugs gently. She growls and bites his bottom lip, just like she’s wanted to do for what feels like forever. Finn moans and moves closer. The noise is delightful, so she bites his bottom lip again. Finn breaks the kiss with obvious reluctance.
His eyes are cloudy with desire. She can feel his arousal through the Force. She grins coyly at him and tips her head back invitingly, baring her neck. Finn moans and leans forward and peppers her neck with light kisses. Each press of his lips against her neck sends sparks of desire through her blood.
“Love you,” Finn gasps against her neck. “Love you so much.”
“I love you too, so very much,” She tells him. She’s the luckiest girl in the world.
She moves her hand down his back and finds a sliver of bare skin. She scratches her nails lightly over the patch of skin and Finn lets out a breathless moan. She’ll never tire of making Finn crazy with desire for her. She has the rest of their lives to hear each noise he makes. She can’t wait to hear them all.
She pulls Finn’s lips back to hers, and proceeds to do just that.
Re: Fill: Rey/Finn, Can't Make Their Way In the Dark Pt. 2
The most Rey allows herself is to, on occasion, hold Finn’s hand. It’s what they did a few times when they first met, once she stopped chastising him over it. Finn doesn’t tense up, as he did in the mess hall what feels like ages ago. He smiles at her and twines their fingers together, and keeps talking.
That one moment of weakness is all she will allow herself. She cannot banish her feelings completely. It seems she never will be able to. She has found a way to live with them and not yearn for more. She can live with that.
((()))
Nothing would have changed had it not been for a party the Rebel’s hold later that month to celebrate the success of a particularly dangerous mission. Both Finn and Poe participated in the mission.
Finn’s cheek is bandaged and there is a nasty burn on his left shoulder. Poe’s ankle and right wrist are both broken from when his ship crash landed. The rest of the pilots are similarly banged up, but miraculously no one was killed.
The party is loud and raucous. Poe is surrounded by four women, one of whom is caressing his cheek. Everyone, save Rey and Finn, has a drink in their hand. Rey learned back on Jakku that she doesn’t enjoy drinking. Finn, on the other hand, limits himself to one drink. He’s already had his earlier in the evening.
Jessika pulls her into conversation with a group of girls. Rey enjoys their company. She laughs and jokes around with them. She excuses herself to get something to eat a little later. She freezes on her way to the buffet table, her heart in her throat.
Finn is talking to a pretty red head. He’s leaning against a wall, his head tilted towards hers. Her interest is obvious; her finger traces patterns on Finn’s right arm, while her other hand rests on his shoulder. Rey sees red. She is over by Finn’s side before she’s even aware she’s moving.
Finn catches sight of her first. He smiles and moves away from the red head, who pouts adorably. She’s still running her finger up and down Finn’s arm. Rey moves close enough to Finn that her shoulder presses against his.
Finn is all smiles as he introduces Rey to the red head. “Rey, this is Jhessail. Jhessail, this is my good friend Rey.”
Jhessail smiles, glances at Rey before clearly dismissing her. “A pleasure.”
Rey laces her and Finn’s fingers together and rests their clasped hand on chest, where Jhessail cannot miss it. Jhessail arches a perfectly plucked eyebrow and makes a moue with her lips.
“Just what were you talking about with my friend?” Rey asks. Finn seems confused. His smile is uncertain.
“I was telling her about how Jessika and I tracked down Poe’s ship. It was really difficult, too.” Finn’s hand shakes in her grip; she can feel his fear through the Force. The bleed of emotions from those she’s close to happens on occasion, if their emotion is strong enough. It’s unsurprising that she’s feeling Finn’s fear; Poe is one of the few people that Finn really, truly cares deeply for and has allowed close to him.
“You’re so brave!” Jhessail coos.
“He’s the bravest man I know,” Rey declares, sincerely. She turns and brushes her lips against Finn’s cheek. Finn stiffens and his breath catches. To Rey’s surprise, he doesn’t move away. “The Rebel’s are lucky to have him.”
“Oh,” Jhessail says flatly. Rey’s surprised she can feel the red head’s disappointment clearly through the Force. She must have really been interested in Finn. She tries and fails to feel guilty for keeping her away from Finn. All Rey feels is jealousy and possessiveness churning in her gut.
Finn is frozen in place, seeming unable to say anything. His palm is sweaty
against hers. Rey meets Jhessail’s eyes, challenging.
Jhessail backs away, her hands raised in defeat. Her smile is obviously fake. “It was nice meeting you, Finn, but I really need to get going.” Rey feels triumph as she scurries away.
Jhessail’s retreat seems to break the spell Finn is under. He backs away from Rey, though their hands remain clasped together. “What was that?”
Rey thinks about feigning ignorance. One look at Finn’s face tells her that isn’t going to work. Finn’s confusion, tinged with anger, is loud and discordant through the Force. “She was flirting with you.”
Finn groans. “No she wasn’t, Rey! Jhessail wanted to hear about the mission, nothing more!”
Finn’s naiveté is adorable, and she tells him so. “You’re so cute when you’re oblivious, Finn.” Finn glares as Rey grins at him.
“I’m not oblivious!” He snaps.
Yes you are, she thinks. If you were anyone else, you’d realize how much I love you. Luckily, you’re not anyone else. I wouldn’t love you, if you were an ordinary person.
Rey laughs. The tension is broken. Finn’s bad mood evaporates. Jhessail is forgotten. She steps back into his personal space, relieved that Finn lets her. She’s still in possession of his hand.
((()))
Meditation still helps, even after the upset Jhessail caused. Her feelings for Finn are just as strong as ever. She still loves him as fiercely as before. Rey still cannot act on her feelings, as love can lead to the dark side.
Meditation doesn’t erase the possessiveness and jealousy she feels for Finn. Both can lead to the dark side. She doesn’t know what to do.
(((())))
A dream in which she is a Sith Lord and is destroying the galaxy not only with Finn, but Kylo Ren as well, scares Rey so badly that she contacts Luke as soon as she calms down somewhat.
Luke listens to everything Rey says, his face frighteningly blank. The blankness breaks upon Rey’s description of the dream she just had. Luke covers his face with both hands.
Seeing Luke so affected by her words has Rey’s heart racing. “Was that a vision or a dream?”
Luke lowers his hands. He is once again the calm, collected Jedi Master. Rey finds this reassuring. “You know the answer to that.”
Rey closes her eyes and reaches out to the Force. The Force sings to her in her mind. She has the answer in seconds. “It was a vision of a possible future.”
Luke nods. “Yes. It’s what will happen if you continue the way you have been.”
Rey bites her bottom lip. “Then I should leave. I can’t become a Sith Lord. I can’t bring Finn back to what he escaped from. I won’t become what Kylo Ren is.”
She watches Luke as he paces back and forth. He seems to be wrestling with himself. He finally stops moving. “There is another way.”
Hope blooms in Rey’s chest. “Truly?”
“Mara Jade and I were happy once,” Luke says, the words soft and laced with sadness.
“You told me you regretted being with her, that your attachment to her is what led to her death.” Rey protests.
“I wasn’t entirely truthful,” Admitting such obviously costs Luke greatly. “Mara Jade was a Jedi. She died a few years before Kylo Ren’s betrayal, while escorting a dignitary. Her death nearly destroyed me.”
“I thought Jedi were against love?” Rey asked, confused.
“Once in a great while, if the Jedi Council deemed a love pure enough, they’d allow the couple to be together. Together, both couples are strong enough to resist the temptations of the dark side. When one wavers, the other is their anchor. Such it was for Mara and I.”
“So Finn would be my anchor?” It sounds ludicrous, but, at the same time, Rey can understand what Luke is saying. All of the possessiveness and jealousy, while still present, is muted in his presence once he’s focused on her. All that matters is her feelings for him.
“Yes. If you believe that he is strong enough to keep you from the temptations the dark side presents, then confess to him. But if you have even a kernel of doubt that by being together your dark desires will be amplified, then I suggest you leave.”
Rey considers Luke’s words. She cannot imagine that her Finn, who turned his back on the First Order and the Stormtrooper’s brainwashing, would allow her to fall to the dark side. She’s been resisting on her own, and somewhat succeeding. With Finn by her side, with his love, she’ll be ten times stronger. She can feel it in her very soul.
“I choose him,” She says with absolute certainty.
Luke seems relieved. “I am sorry I withheld such important information from you, Rey. I let my fear of losing another Padawan to the dark side blind me to the dangers such an attachment presented to you. Had I told you the truth sooner, you wouldn’t have been struggling.”
“I won’t lie and say it hasn’t been difficult, but, at the same time, I feel as if this was an important lesson for me. I’ve become stronger, and more attuned to the Force. And, I know with absolute certainty that I love him.”
Luke bows to her. “Then you know what you must do. May the Force be with you,
Rey.”
Rey returns the bow. “Thank you, Master. For everything. May the Force be with you, as well.” She turns the Holochannel off, and goes to her knees to meditate.
((()))
She finds Finn later the following evening, enjoying the view outside. He’s leaning against a wall, in a deserted corner outside the ship hanger. He accepts the hand Rey holds out to him. She settles against his side, their shoulders brushing.
The silence is comforting. She looks at Finn out of the corner of her eye. He seems relaxed, comfortable in his own skin. He’s wearing Poe’s jacket, as usual. He must feel Rey’s eyes on him, as he turns his head towards hers. Rey flushes, but doesn’t look away.
“You seem to have something important on your mind,” Finn says, after Rey does nothing but continue to stare.
“I love you,” She blurts out. She clasps her hands, one still entwined with Finn’s, over her mouth. She’s thought of dozens of ways of confessing her feelings, over the course of the morning and afternoon. They ranged from the romantic, candle-lit dinner confession, to the ludicrous, her singing her feelings to Finn while the Rebel pilots backed her up. Not once, in all her imaginings, had she divulged her feelings in such an idiotic way. Force, she’s dumb.
Finn’s mouth opens and closes several times while Rey has an internal break-down. She can feel his surprise bleeding into her mind. It adds another layer of panic to her own. For one wild moment she thinks of turning tail and running.
Gazing at Finn’s face and feeling his complete surprise, Rey forces herself to get a grip. She loves this man. She just told him she loves him, and while it wasn’t how she thought she’d do it, it’s over and done. She’s confessed. It’s time for her to saddle up and get her man.
“I really, really do,” She says with conviction, once she’s managed to unglue her tongue. “You’re such an amazing, compassionate, brave man. I’m so very lucky to have you in my life. I love you so much that sometimes I can’t breathe. I love you so much, Finn.”
Finn still seems to be in shock. “You-you,” he stutters. “You love me?” He sounds uncertain.
Rey brings their clasped hands to her lips and presses a gentle kiss to his knuckle. She steps closer, until the toes of her boots touches his. Finn stares at her, shocked. The feedback she’s getting from him through the Force is still surprise. It’s not as strong as a few minutes before, though.
“I love you, Finn,” She repeats. She cups his chin with her free hand. His skin is warm under her palm. “Can I hug you?” The question makes Finn laugh, but it’s not panicked, at least.
“Yes you can.” Finn draws her into his arms and rocks her gently. He still hasn’t said anything about her feelings for him. Rey isn’t in a hurry, though. She’s in his arms, her body against his. She can wait for him to tell her how he feels. She’s sure that he isn’t going to reject her. The Force is singing with the possibilities of their union.
“I just realized I never once asked for permission to hold your hand,” Rey says. She’s enjoying being in his arms. It feels just as incredible as in her dream. She never wants him to let her go.
Finn chuckles. “That was random.”
Rey pulls back slightly and pretends to pout. Finn continues to rock them back and forth. “I’ve been forcing you to hold my hand for a while now. I’ve also been scaring away women. I don’t want you to think I’ve been forcing myself on you.”
She feels Finn’s surprise fade away in the wake of his amusement. His lips twitch as he fights off a smile. Rey doesn’t bother to suppress her own. Finn’s eyes move over her face, almost as if he’s memorizing her features. Her cheeks heat again.
“I’m surprised the ultra-powerful Jedi didn’t realize that I like holding your hand. I enjoy your company, Rey.” Finn’s voice is soft. He seems to be choosing his words with great care.
Rey places one hand on each shoulder and stops Finn’s rocking. She wants Finn to hear what she has to say. “I love you, Finn, and love for a Jedi can be dangerous and lead to the temptations of the dark side. I had a lot of thinking to do today, and that included my interactions with you over the past few months. I was a little worried when I thought that my possessiveness over you may have led to me being…forceful with my advances.”
Finn seems worried. “Loving me may lead you to the dark side?”
Rey nods. “Only if I’m not careful. You’ll be my anchor, during my times of more negative emotions, helping me to not do anything brash. With meditation, and Luke’s guidance as well, and yours too, of course, I’ll be fine. However, with us together, I’ll never stray. I know this. I can feel it.”
“Rey…” Finn says, his voice thick.
Suddenly embarrassed after everything she confessed, she rests her forehead against his shoulder, hiding her face. “I mean, if you’ll have me.”
For one horrible moment, Rey thinks she is wrong and that she is misreading Finn’s words and the signs he was giving her over the last few months and that he’s going to reject her. Her heart is in her throat as her stomach churns.
Finn’s arms tighten around her waist. “I love you too, Rey. I just didn’t know what to do about it. Poe kept telling me I should confess, but I was scared. I’m a complete wuss. I can turn my back on the First Order, but I can’t tell the girl I love I’m crazy about her.”
Rey pulls back and cups his cheeks with both hands. “I already told you, you’re the bravest man I know. Together, we’re an unbeatable team.”
Finn’s smile is breathtaking. Rey can feel both his amazement and yes, his love, through the Force. It feels incredible. She loves this man so much, and he’s hers now.
“I really want to kiss you,” Finn confesses.
Rey gently pulls his face towards hers and breathes, “What are you waiting for?”
His lips meet hers and it’s incredible. She can’t get close enough. He backs her up against the wall. One of his hands threads through her hair and tugs gently. She growls and bites his bottom lip, just like she’s wanted to do for what feels like forever. Finn moans and moves closer. The noise is delightful, so she bites his bottom lip again. Finn breaks the kiss with obvious reluctance.
His eyes are cloudy with desire. She can feel his arousal through the Force. She grins coyly at him and tips her head back invitingly, baring her neck. Finn moans and leans forward and peppers her neck with light kisses. Each press of his lips against her neck sends sparks of desire through her blood.
“Love you,” Finn gasps against her neck. “Love you so much.”
“I love you too, so very much,” She tells him. She’s the luckiest girl in the world.
She moves her hand down his back and finds a sliver of bare skin. She scratches her nails lightly over the patch of skin and Finn lets out a breathless moan. She’ll never tire of making Finn crazy with desire for her. She has the rest of their lives to hear each noise he makes. She can’t wait to hear them all.
She pulls Finn’s lips back to hers, and proceeds to do just that.