Rey could smell Poe coming long before he found her, hard at work on a repair. He peered around the corner, “Hey, want some stew? I made enough for an army!”
Rey smiled and hoped he could not hear her stomach growl, “I’m good, thanks, Poe.”
“Okay, if there are leftovers they’ll be stashed in the canteen. Hey, Chewie!” and he bounded off to his next target, his tray of individual stew servings sloshing precariously.
*
Finn poked his head into her cabin, “Hey Rey, Connix said she’s going to show us how to play hoverball, wanna come?”
Rey had never really had time for play, survival always took precedence. She never considered her time with the simulators a game. She had spent time making a doll, but that was out of childish loneliness. “Nah, I’m fine.”
“Fresh air and it looks like the rain might hold off.”
“I’m good.” Rey tried not to sigh as Finn nodded and walked off.
*
Leia indicated that Rey should sit next to her. “I’ve come into a cache of really nice clothing items. Before I offer them to the group at large, would you like to see if there is anything in your size?”
Rey studiously ignored the sensations of ill-fitting undergarments. She was still getting over the embarrassment of Kylo seeing them which she had solved by throwing a towel at his head. “I’m fine, thank you, General.” She moved to get up.
Leia stopped her with a hand on her arm. “If you need things, there is no shame in taking what is offered.”
“I understand, but I’m fine.” Rey walked away, wanting nothing more than underwear that fit, but knew she was unable to repay anyone for anything let alone such essential items.
*
Rey sighed as Kylo held out a package. “I thought I told you, I don’t need fancy underthings.” Since he had caught her in her underwear, he seemed obsessed with replacing her underwear.
“Oh, these aren’t fancy, far from it. These are what are issued to female stormtroopers and officers. Strong, durable, functional.” He paused, “Drab.” He continued to hold out the package.
“I can’t accept them.”
He felt the hurt of rejection and was about to snap out a bitter response when he caught sight of her eyes. They were something she desperately wanted, no, really needed, but there was something more. “Well, if you ever want decent underthing, you could always ask my mother.” And there was more to her look now. “Rey, what’s wrong?” he sat down, his body relaxed, his face attentive.
The familiar posture took Rey’s breath away. She sat down across from him, “I can’t afford to pay anyone back.”
“Gifts don’t require repayment.”
Rey was nervous and pensive, “People feed me, include me in entertainments and seem to push aside any offer of repayment which I can’t afford anyway. But they are eventually going to want something in return.”
“Rey,” he started then paused, “I’ve offered the gift of underwear because seeing you in such shabby things…”
“I threw a towel at you.”
“And called me a perv in Huttese.” He reminded her. “I know you would feel better, especially in motion.” He paused, “If my offer was part of a trade and not a gift, what would you, what do you think I want in return?”
Rey sighed and gave him a blunt answer, “Me, on my back, in your bed.”
Kylo was affronted and made a noise before saying, “Rey, no, sweetheart, not even the fancy gear.” He frowned, “No one gave gifts on Jakku, did they. Everything had a price or cost.”
Rey nodded and saw the package of practical underwear in his hands again.
“I want to give these to you, I expect nothing in trade but the gratification of your personal comfort.”
She twitched her hand toward the package, “No desire to see me in them?”
“My imagination will suffice.” He shrugged at her skeptical look, “I’m a young man in love with a pretty girl, no celibacy pledge is going to stop all of it.”
Rey took the package catching the half smile at the corners of his mouth. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
*
“I promise it’s not too spicy!” Poe said, holding out a serving of stew.
Rey sighed, then reached out and took it, “Thank you, Poe.”
*
Rey had returned to her work on the Falcon after cutting herself with a tool. She was angry at herself for being clumsy and for breaking one of her favorite tools. She was about to enter the crawlspace when Chewbacca stopped her.
“I really need to fix this…” She took the pouch he handed her. She opened it and found a set of nice tools, a nicer version of her own kit which was missing some items. She listened as he said he wanted her to have them, better tools were less likely to injure her, less likely to break.
“Oh Chewie, I’m doing all right with mine, I can’t accept these…”
Chewbacca refused to take them back, explaining they were just gathering dust in a corner of the ship and Han would be happy that they were still being used, even if not by him.
Rey almost refused again when her injury throbbed, and she looked up at the Wookie, “Thank you.” She resumed her slide back into the crawl space.
*
Leia, D’Acy, Connix, Rose, and Rey were all in the conference room, looking through the clothes on the table. Rose found a scarf, then held it up to Rey, who froze at the gesture, but quickly forced herself to relax. “This would look good on you!”
Rey wanted to refuse, but then took the scarf and draped it around her neck. Rose draped it in a more fashionable way and the women present all agreed it looked good on her.
FILL - Re: Rey/any or gen: no strings attached.
Rey could smell Poe coming long before he found her, hard at work on a repair. He peered around the corner, “Hey, want some stew? I made enough for an army!”
Rey smiled and hoped he could not hear her stomach growl, “I’m good, thanks, Poe.”
“Okay, if there are leftovers they’ll be stashed in the canteen. Hey, Chewie!” and he bounded off to his next target, his tray of individual stew servings sloshing precariously.
*
Finn poked his head into her cabin, “Hey Rey, Connix said she’s going to show us how to play hoverball, wanna come?”
Rey had never really had time for play, survival always took precedence. She never considered her time with the simulators a game. She had spent time making a doll, but that was out of childish loneliness. “Nah, I’m fine.”
“Fresh air and it looks like the rain might hold off.”
“I’m good.” Rey tried not to sigh as Finn nodded and walked off.
*
Leia indicated that Rey should sit next to her. “I’ve come into a cache of really nice clothing items. Before I offer them to the group at large, would you like to see if there is anything in your size?”
Rey studiously ignored the sensations of ill-fitting undergarments. She was still getting over the embarrassment of Kylo seeing them which she had solved by throwing a towel at his head. “I’m fine, thank you, General.” She moved to get up.
Leia stopped her with a hand on her arm. “If you need things, there is no shame in taking what is offered.”
“I understand, but I’m fine.” Rey walked away, wanting nothing more than underwear that fit, but knew she was unable to repay anyone for anything let alone such essential items.
*
Rey sighed as Kylo held out a package. “I thought I told you, I don’t need fancy underthings.” Since he had caught her in her underwear, he seemed obsessed with replacing her underwear.
“Oh, these aren’t fancy, far from it. These are what are issued to female stormtroopers and officers. Strong, durable, functional.” He paused, “Drab.” He continued to hold out the package.
“I can’t accept them.”
He felt the hurt of rejection and was about to snap out a bitter response when he caught sight of her eyes. They were something she desperately wanted, no, really needed, but there was something more. “Well, if you ever want decent underthing, you could always ask my mother.” And there was more to her look now. “Rey, what’s wrong?” he sat down, his body relaxed, his face attentive.
The familiar posture took Rey’s breath away. She sat down across from him, “I can’t afford to pay anyone back.”
“Gifts don’t require repayment.”
Rey was nervous and pensive, “People feed me, include me in entertainments and seem to push aside any offer of repayment which I can’t afford anyway. But they are eventually going to want something in return.”
“Rey,” he started then paused, “I’ve offered the gift of underwear because seeing you in such shabby things…”
“I threw a towel at you.”
“And called me a perv in Huttese.” He reminded her. “I know you would feel better, especially in motion.” He paused, “If my offer was part of a trade and not a gift, what would you, what do you think I want in return?”
Rey sighed and gave him a blunt answer, “Me, on my back, in your bed.”
Kylo was affronted and made a noise before saying, “Rey, no, sweetheart, not even the fancy gear.” He frowned, “No one gave gifts on Jakku, did they. Everything had a price or cost.”
Rey nodded and saw the package of practical underwear in his hands again.
“I want to give these to you, I expect nothing in trade but the gratification of your personal comfort.”
She twitched her hand toward the package, “No desire to see me in them?”
“My imagination will suffice.” He shrugged at her skeptical look, “I’m a young man in love with a pretty girl, no celibacy pledge is going to stop all of it.”
Rey took the package catching the half smile at the corners of his mouth. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
*
“I promise it’s not too spicy!” Poe said, holding out a serving of stew.
Rey sighed, then reached out and took it, “Thank you, Poe.”
*
Rey had returned to her work on the Falcon after cutting herself with a tool. She was angry at herself for being clumsy and for breaking one of her favorite tools. She was about to enter the crawlspace when Chewbacca stopped her.
“I really need to fix this…” She took the pouch he handed her. She opened it and found a set of nice tools, a nicer version of her own kit which was missing some items. She listened as he said he wanted her to have them, better tools were less likely to injure her, less likely to break.
“Oh Chewie, I’m doing all right with mine, I can’t accept these…”
Chewbacca refused to take them back, explaining they were just gathering dust in a corner of the ship and Han would be happy that they were still being used, even if not by him.
Rey almost refused again when her injury throbbed, and she looked up at the Wookie, “Thank you.” She resumed her slide back into the crawl space.
*
Leia, D’Acy, Connix, Rose, and Rey were all in the conference room, looking through the clothes on the table. Rose found a scarf, then held it up to Rey, who froze at the gesture, but quickly forced herself to relax. “This would look good on you!”
Rey wanted to refuse, but then took the scarf and draped it around her neck. Rose draped it in a more fashionable way and the women present all agreed it looked good on her.