“And this is going to help how?”
“Don’t take that tone with me, young man.”
Rey’s eyes shot to the ceiling at General Organa’s words. The woman was nice enough, but she made Rey feel about two inches tall when she was pissed off. And she was always pissed off when Kylo Ren–no, Ben–was in the room.
“I just don’t see how holding hands with a scavenger–”
Her eyes snapped down from the ceiling and Rey glared at him. “My name’s Rey.”
He smirked at her and she didn’t like the warm flush over her body that followed it. “I know, sweetheart.”
He turned back to Leia as Rey opened her mouth to tell him what for.
“–holding hands with a scavenger is going to win me any favor here.”
The General sighed. “I swear, you’re just like–” She stopped, and the words fell hard and heavy in the room. She shook her head, her mouth tight. “You don’t have to get it, or understand it. You just do it, because I’m your commanding officer and I told you to. I get thirty complaints a day that I should lock you up with the rest of them, and I’m tired of it, Ben. I’m tired of having to explain to them why I still believe my son still is in that egotistical, calloused shell somewhere. I don’t like my decisions being questioned.”
Ben opened his mouth to protest, but Leia snapped her fingers, stopping him. Rey didn’t think she used the Force, but she could never tell with this tiny, frightening woman.
“Rey has been kind enough to agree to this, and believe me, she’d getting the lousy end of the deal. People like her Ben, and dammit, I hope they’ll at least tolerate you if she’s standing close enough.”
He laughed and it was a cruel sound, but he wrapped his ridiculously huge hand around Rey’s and tugged her out of the General’s office.
“This is rich,” he muttered as he slammed the door shut behind them. Rey tugged her hand out of his and turned to leave when he wrapped a big, heavy arm around her middle and pulled her back flush against him. “Oh, no you don’t.” He nibbled on her ear and she felt equal measures of anger and hot curiosity flash through her.
She groaned, but morphed the sound into a giggle that sounded forced as Ben sucked her earlobe between her teeth.
“Oh, hey Finn.” Oh, kriff. She sounded like a total flake, vapid and aloof and totally not her. She turned toward him, but this just had Ben nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. It was giving her chills, the things he was doing with his mouth, and she wished he would stop. Almost.
“What are you doing?” Finn asked. His eyes were wide and he looked like he’d just been handed warm dog shit.
Ben detached himself noisily from her neck and propped his chin on her shoulder. “Just letting Gen–Mom know our intentions.” His voice was silky and awful and Rey didn’t have to see his face to know that he was smirking again. “All inter-officer relationships have to be reported.”
“You’re not an officer,” Rey muttered, and he bit her shoulder.
Finn watched this with a face that was slowly morphing from disgusted to appalled. “Rey, you? And him? Seriously?”
Rey didn’t like lying, not to her most important person. But she wanted to help out General Organa, even if her son didn’t deserve it and was the actual worst. “Mmm-hmm,” was all she managed, and she promised herself she’d tell him the truth at her first chance.
Ben turned his mouth into her ear and whispered absurdly loud, “Let’s get out of here.”
It was the only sane thing he’d said in the last few minutes and she still hated him for it, how he said it in a way that had her trying to remember any dark corners they could duck into. She tugged him down the hall by his hand and shot an apologetic glance over her shoulder at Finn. She hoped he’d not hate her long enough for her to explain.
Once they rounded the corner she rounded on him. But he slung another one of those long, strong, stupid arms around her waist and turned her even further, bumping her back up against the wall. His other hand planted on the wall next to her head and he leaned in close.
“What are you doing?” she spat in a furious whisper.
“Playing my part, sweetheart.” He bumped his forehead against hers and his nose brushed her nose. Her mouth fell open and she could feel her breath fanning against his face. Would he kiss her? Did she want him to?
“This isn’t in the script, buckethead.”
He growled, baring his teeth. “I like it when you talk dirty.”
She bumped her lips against his then, not sure why she did, and not sure why she’d waited so long to, either. But he teased her, nibbling and nipping and only barely kissing her, his eyes open and looking right into her.
Then she heard the crowd of people pass, and she realized. He kissed and licked the corner of her mouth then pulled away once they’d passed. Rey felt suddenly cold and almost like she’d float away without his big hands on her.
But he looked fine. Totally unaffected. He straightened and wiped the corner of his mouth and rolled his shoulders. “I’m going to my room. I’ll find you at dinner.” He tweaked her cheek. “Don’t bother saving me a seat; we’ll just share.”
And he was gone. He was gone and he’d made fun of her and she’d wanted him to kiss her. This was confusing already and they were only a few yards away from the office where they’d agreed to it. Rey didn’t want dinner. She wasn’t at all hungry. She wanted to find Finn and talk this over, tell the truth.
Though she wasn’t so sure of the truth herself, now.
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