In Her Dreams
Originally written for a kiss prompt on Twitter. thefoxeswedding asked for reyrose and "Dream".
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Back on Jakku, Rey had never let anyone sleep near her. She always had her own bunk, her own bed, even before she found the AT-AT that she turned into a home. She wouldn't have been safe otherwise.
This had changed almost immediately once she joined the Resistance.
There simply wasn't room for everyone to have their own space, not while they were in hiding and trying not to draw attention to their numbers. Certainly not on the Millennium Falcon, which wasn't actually designed to carry more than six passengers.
At first, Rey had barely been able to sleep at all, but as the situation continued, she'd adjusted quickly. She slept best next to Finn, but Poe would do in a pinch.
Tonight, though, she was bunking with Rose Tico for the first time, and it was almost like starting over.
Rey didn't know why, but Rose was different. Somehow, she was different from all the others. Squeezed in next to Rose in a bunk meant for one, pressed up against Rose's soft, warm body, the sweet smell of Rose's hair and skin everywhere, Rey could not relax.
Rose was out like a light almost immediately, soft lashes feathered along her cheeks, lips slightly parted so that her warm breath tickled across the skin of Rey's neck.
It was almost like starting over. But Rey was more nervous than anxious, full of inexplicable anticipation.
Rey liked how this felt. She liked looking at Rose's mouth and feeling the heat of Rose's body. They were so close, too close, but the last thing Rey wanted was to escape.
It made no sense. It was impossible.
She wanted to stay here forever.
She wanted to stay here forever…but also her entire body was tingling, and her heart was pounding, and her breath was coming too hard, and if she didn't do something, she was going to go out of her mind.
Rey heard herself make a small noise in the back of her throat, a soft, frustrated whine.
And Rose's eyes opened. "Hi," she said, voice rough and beautiful from sleep.
"Hi," Rey said, trembling. Suddenly, she knew what she wanted to do. She shifted forward.
But Rose beat her to it, reaching up to slide a hand around the back of Rey's neck, pressing up even closer, and then she was letting out a contented hum into Rey's mouth, their mouths were touching, Rose's lips were moving against Rey's, Rey couldn't breathe—
"Rey?" Rose was saying, in a voice that was not low and soft and inviting but instead distant, almost hard. "Wake up, we have to move."
"What?" Rey said dumbly. Her eyes were closed, and so she opened them.
She and Rose were still in the bunk together, but she could feel that they were no longer in hyperspace. The light was different, too—natural light, sunlight, was streaming into the Falcon's hold.
"We're here," Rose was saying.
"Oh," Rey said.
Rose extracted herself from the bunk, pulled her coveralls on over the shirt and short pants she'd worn to bed, and moved toward the Falcon's hatch, only turning back to Rey when she realized Rey hadn't moved. "You okay?" she asked, brisk, all business.
Rey looked at her, at the soft curves of her body, her pink lips, her pretty eyes—and felt disjointed, hollowed out, like something had irrevocably changed.
No, she thought. No, I'm not okay.
"I'm fine," she said.
~The End~
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