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Either Rey sits on Finns lap somewhere (on a crowded ship or in a meeting where there isn't enough room for everyone) and grinds against him until he comes in his pants or she reaches beneath a table and jerks him off while everyone is going about their business.
-Finn trying not to come
-if someone does notice it's Poe and Rey puts on a bit of a show for him

SECONDED!

Thirded oh please!

It wasn't technically Rey's fault they'd shown up late to the briefing. Finn had stopped by her room, told her he was on his way, asked if she want to come with him. She hadn't been planning on attending since it was information she and Master Luke had already discussed, she'd said yes anyway, but because the conversation had only occurred after about ten minutes of kissing, broken off only when she'd stuck her hands down the back of his flight trousers, they were five minutes late to the briefing, and slunk into seats in the very last row.

Poe Dameron gave them a nod from the dais, and a few of the pilots shifted in their chairs to glance at the late arrivals, but they didn't do or say anything more, following the lead of their general, who didn't acknowledge any interruption. That was slightly reassuring to Rey. She and Finn had been together for five and a half weeks now, and the tendency among the Resistance to know everything about everyone else wasn't something she was comfortable with, after years on Jakku where she could spend most of her day without seeing another living creature, where most of the people she knew were fellow scavengers, and not well. She'd barely had time to get accustomed to the base before going off again to search for Master Luke, and in the course of her training it had been him, and her, and Chewbacca, on the entire planet.

Finn, of course, was used to living in close quarters, but among Stormtroopers everyone might know, only they pretended they didn't. There was always, for him, a split second of adrenaline at the thought they might get in trouble, and she felt it again as he slid an arm around her so they could hold hands like that. And it was a ridiculous worry to have, when their hands were blocked by the table anyway, out of the range of sight of anyone who could have seen them. The spike of that fear, that excitement, was followed by a sense of smug triumph: they'd gotten away with it.

She was already paying more attention to the heat of his thigh against hers than the briefing. Not that that was any loss; she knew it already, even the things General Organa wasn't saying. Maybe she should have been interested in the context--but she didn't really need to know what specific evil things the First Order was up to to want to stop them. She rested her head against Finn's shoulder.

They were noticed this time, by Dameron. He shot a sort of a smile in their direction, and Rey could feel Finn struggling to not to grin back, like Dameron had given him a thumb's up. She bumped her knee against Finn's.

"Okay, okay," he murmured, but she could feel what that did to him, even without the Force. He pressed his leg more firmly against hers, and his hand, under hers, slid down to her hip.

When the lights dimmed so General Organa could pull up a holomap, Rey shifted her face to smile against Finn's neck, and her free hand to rest against the fly of his trousers.

He jolted in his seat, and almost nearly let out an exclamation, but didn't, because that would only draw attention to him, in an official briefing led by the head of the Resistance, with his girlfriend running her fingers over his zipper and up to his belt. And if they turned around and saw, she'd have to stop. And he didn't want her to stop.

Oh, she said, you want me to keep it up? She dragged his zipper down slowly, knowing no one would hear it, as she asked the question. She wasn't entirely sure these conversations were an acceptable use of the Force, but she wasn't going ask Master Luke for clarification. Being away from Finn, not knowing how he was, not knowing if she could contact him over comms without giving their position away, had not been-- Rey had been alone before, like, almost all her life before, and she didn't want to give this up.

Finn was good at concentrating thoughts into full sentences, replies. Well, he was normally. When--when I have I ever said no?

She reached into his pants, pulled him out. He wasn't hard yet, wasn't even half-hard, but she still liked the feel of him, hot and soft. She brushed her thumb over the head. This is going to be a little dry.

's okay. Anything else would be-- He was filling up, and this close to him she could hear how his breath was quickening. --conspicuous.

Maybe next time, I'll bring a pack of lube. Stick it in your pocket, sneak it out, slick you all up. She was careful to keep her hand loose, to limit friction, but they were both thinking about how that would feel. She kissed his neck and his fingers dug into her hip. Half a choked moan escaped him, as he imagined doing this again--and again--and she opened her mouth and sucked. Careful, now, you wouldn't want to get caught.

That had the opposite effect of what she'd been going for--a flash of pure terror, and his erection flagging in her hands. Finn?

Sorry. There was a jumble--of shame, of regret, and fragments of images of the people who might have caught him at this, if he'd still been a Stormtrooper, and honestly she couldn't blame him, punishments aside. Most of them were a huge turn-off.

I'm sorry, she replied. I didn't think--I certainly didn't mean them. She resumed stroking, slowly, evenly, as her other hand clutched his. Finn was staring down into his lap. I meant, and, well, why not, I meant you wouldn't want all the Resistance fighters and officers around us to know I have your hard wet cock in my hand. That helped. That you have to swallow all the sounds you'd make, if we were back in my rooms, or yours. Because they've all got their backs to us. A sort of--spark, something ringing false to him in what she just said. Rey chased it, wasn't exactly pleased, but after bringing his former superior officers into this and nearly ruining it, she'd take this means of salvaging it, if she had to. Although Poe's facing us, isn't he?

Finn shuddered. Rey sucked a bruise into his neck, hard. It's not all that dark in here. He can probably see this, and she nipped at his jaw, and he probably has a good idea of what's happening under the table. He knows I'm giving you more than a hickey. She swiped her thumb over his head, smeared precome back down his shaft. He knows he should look away, you know. But he's always wondered.

He does? Finn asked. He has?

Rey hadn't the faintest idea; she wasn't in Poe's head, and didn't care to be. But this was turning Finn on, and she had no qualms about playing along, reading the memories that Finn offered up so readily. Since he saw you in his jacket, she decided. He's wanted to know, you know, what you look like when someone does this to you. What you'd look like when he'd do this to you.

Finn bit his lip on a groan. He must have been close; beyond panting, which couldn't be helped, he rarely made noise unless he was.

Would you like him to see? she asked. Like him to know what it looks like when you come? She nudged her knee against his, stretched up to meet his lips, swallow the noises he was making. Because this is the only way he's going to know, watching you, and me. I'm not letting anyone else put their hands on you, and we're, we're not leaving each other. Ever again.

The thought was scarcely out of her head and into his before he shuddered and came, his teeth hard on her tongue, his cock shaking in her hand. Rey kept her hand moving through the aftershocks, wishing they could leave, now, go back to her room, and she could kick off her trousers, let him return the favor, and she would be as loud as he wasn't.

Wish I could, too. She hadn't meant to send that, but apparently she had. After the briefing ends?

She exhaled heavily through her nose, and the lights went up. Anyone who could have cared to see her kissing Finn was getting an eyeful. Kriff, yes.

*YELLING* THIS IS MY SHIT RIGHT HERE!
Holy shit this was so hot and sweet and hot AGAIN with the whole "I'm not letting anyone else put their hands on you" stuff holy shit!

I love it when these cinnamon rolls get filthy <3<3<3

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