She's not, of course, and that will be obvious enough in the way that she isn't suspicious of the question for a second. If it were anyone else she might be, but Tommy? He gets the truth with little effort.
"I didn't think anyone would be up here now and I can't exactly do this in the Enclosure. Too many people go to the gym, so I thought this was my best bet." She rolls one shoulder as she steps over to him, looking pleased with the range of motion. "Can't let myself get stiff, can I?"
"You're right about that," he nods, agreeing with her as he brings his
smoke back up to his mouth. "Be a damn shame. Though perhaps you could
train with something that's not as likely to whack people in the head, eh?
So you can--"
He feels a drop on his face, and shortly after another on his hand, and he
laughs. "So you can stay dry during training."
She's about to protest because when he starts in like that he sounds just like Luke, the staff is the weapon she knows best and she's going to stick with it no matter what the people here might think, but then there's water falling in drops from the sky and that kind of takes precedence over just about everything else.
She looks shocked as she looks upwards, eyes narrowed as she tries to find the source, but there's no leak, no pipes have burst to shower them with water, and there just is no source.
He isn't sure why she looks so shocked for a bit, until he realizes: she must never have felt rain. Not even on the green planet he'd seen in her memory. It's such a strange realization- rain immediately makes him want to get out of the open, after so many times of getting soaked, after days of sitting in wet trenches or getting scolded by his mother for ruining his new clothes.
But she seems confused, and he knows that if he explains she'll be amazed. And he wants to watch that from up close, and so he steps forward.
"It's rain. It doesn't happen often, here, but there you go."
She's heard of it, of course, and now that she has the actual event to go with the definition she thinks she probably would have put the two together after the initial shock of it all, but it's water. Falling from the sky. For free.
The issue with looking up while it's raining becomes pretty quickly apparent, so Rey closes her eyes and leaves her face turned up to the sky so she can burn this feeling into her brain. It's cool and lovely and, she realizes, starting to pick up a little bit. It's sticking the wisps of hair that never behave to her face and neck, rolling down the line of her throat and starting to soak into fabric that's built to be thin, keep her cool, and she doesn't think for a second that there's anything wrong with standing exactly where she is right now.
He steps up as close as he can without disturbing her- but the look on her face is so happy, so amazed and transcendent that he has to see it.
It makes something unfurl in his chest that he didn't even know was there, and he gasps with it. Right now it's like they're the only two people in the universe, standing right here, in the rain, and he feels connected to her in a way he doesn't feel connected to anyone right now.
So he reaches out and touches the tips of his fingers to hers, to let her know he's still there, with her, to enjoy this moment.
At that careful touch Rey's hand immediately reaches for Tommy's to link their fingers together properly, to hold onto him securely and endlessly glad for the anchor of him, to know he's here with her.
And she feels like that so often now, nearly every single day, and now there's rain soaking right through to her skin and she's never been this happy in her entire life.
"It's perfect," she says quietly, knowing he's close enough to hear her. She doesn't just mean the rain, and when she squeezes his hand a little tighter she hopes he realizes she means him, too.
He feels a pang of relief when she links their fingers together- he hadn't wanted to distract her too much by doing that, but now she took the initiative and it just feels right.
It makes him feel forward enough that he steps even closer, close enough that their arms are pressed together, and he smiles at the sight of her.
"I'm glad I get to share these things with you," he says, surprising even himself with the earnesty.
That gets a smile from her almost immediately, but it also gets her to open her eyes again so she can look up at him instead of the sky and she finds that if she just leans in little more, he's tall enough to keep the rain out of her face.
"I feel that way too," she says softly, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the rain. "Things aren't perfect here but it doesn't matter quite so much when you're showing me horses or getting soaked in the rain with me just because I've never seen it."
"Rey," he murmurs, softly, squeezing her fingers between his. He'd put his
right hand in her right, and now it lets him wrap his other hand around her
shoulders to pull her up closer against her.
It really is nice, he reflects. The rain is cooling him down, his hair
falling down flat across his forehead, just like it's sticking to her neck.
Almost unbidden, he noses into the wet strands, presses a kiss to her
temple.
It's not entirely expected that she'd be pulled in up against him in the rain in such a public place, but her arm moves automatically to slip around Tommy's waist and there's absolutely no hesitation as she follows the way he pulls her. Not expected, but once she's right up against him it's not that surprising either.
The nose in hair makes her shiver and suddenly there's a very different feeling between them, one that has her breath catching and her hand squeezing around his just a little tighter. She wants to reciprocate that too so she turns her head a little, presses her lips to the edge of his jaw and smiles a little when his skin feels so wet against hers.
He isn't often glad about it, but right now he's grateful he isn't too
tall: because it means she can reach his jaw like that, and he can feel her
wet lips against his stubble and he feels deeply, wonderfully at
home.
And so he decides to do it: they've been working up to it, it feels like,
for weeks. He's held her when she hurt, and she held him when he was
afraid, but they've laughed, and grown close so fast he isn't really even
sure how it happened.
It feels right to do it now. He turns his head, ever so slightly, and
brushes his lips against hers. As far as kisses go, it's completely chaste,
but it still makes him shiver.
This, too, is unexpected but still not at all surprising. It's natural, as natural as breathing, to turn her face up a little more so their lips fit together properly, memories from the breach a gentle guidance now that she'll be very thankful for later that tell her what to do, let this be more like remembering an old skill than fumbling through something new that she doesn't know how to do.
And she's very, very glad for that. She doesn't want to fumble through this, she wants it to stay this fitting, this perfect, and as she reaches her hand up to rest against the side of his face and encourage him, impress upon him that this is okay, everything terrible they have to face, everything that's happened until now, it all fades away.
It's just them, the gentle sound of the rain, and she can't think of a single thing that has ever meant more to her than this.
That hand on his cheek is just what he needs to feel sure that she wants this: so he leans down a little more, just a little, to press a little harder. It's no shy brush, no one could explain it away as an accident.
And he wouldn't try to, either. It feels perfect, he hasn't been this calm in months, and it's all because of her. Because they're taking care of each other now, and they're both, right now, so very safe.
When the rain gets bad enough that it drips into his nose a little, he has to pull away, but only far enough that she can feel his smile against her own mouth.
Technically, it isn't the first time she's done this. Her body has, at least, and with him in some form, and maybe that's why it feels so right to press up against him while they kiss, to slip her hand around to the back of his neck to get as close to him as she can.
The rain is cool as it slips down her back but the rest of her is pressed up to Tommy, kept warm by all that wool, and when he pulls away she can't help being just a little let down.
But he doesn't go far, and she can feel him smile, so it's perhaps something she can forgive. She reaches out to push the wet hair back from his face, clear the water from his brow for him, but it doesn't do much when the rain just keeps on falling.
He laughs softly, just a huff of it against her mouth, when his hair flops back into his face, dripping into his eyes. He tightens his arms around her, because she must be cold, she has to feel that.
"You'll catch a cold," he whispers, as he starts stroking her back just a little, warming her up. But he's not making any moves to go back inside, where there is the rest of the world.
She barely registers the cold, honestly, because there's too much that's so much better to focus on than being a little chilly. He's laughing, he's just kissed her, she feels so light that she isn't entirely positive the gravity hasn't been turned off again and the last thing on her mind is worrying about being cold.
"It'd be worth it," she says seriously, and just to prove her point she leans up to kiss him again, to initiate one herself this time just to be absolutely sure he knows where they stand.
"Think I'll kiss you again if you're sneezing all over me?" The tone of his voice hopefully makes that clear: he would. Right now, he absolutely would.
He falls silent when she kisses him again, though, happy to do that again. This time he lets it rest at a certain point for a few seconds- and then carefully, cautiously deepens it, running his tongue just slightly over her lower lip.
He absolutely would, and he would stay by her side the entire time she was sick doing whatever it was that you did for someone who was sick, and the simple fact that she knows that without any kind of guessing makes how lucky she is to have found this all the more obvious.
He gets the softest sigh of approval from her when he pushes her for just a little more, the memories from the breach telling her to part her lips, tip her head just a little to the side to make the angle better, to invite him to keep going.
The fact that they're on the deck is completely forgotten at this point, but even if someone were to walk right up to them and tap her on the shoulder Rey isn't sure she could bring herself to care.
He loses himself in the kiss for a while: it's just the warmth of her mouth against his, the cold of the rain beating down on them, the way her body seems to fit just right against his. When he finally pulls away it's with a sigh, his cheeks slightly flushed as he pulls her in for a hug.
It might not make sense to her, but he whispers into her: "Thank you."
Because she took a burden off of his shoulders he didn't think anyone could relieve him of.
It strikes her as so strange to be thanked for a kiss like that that she almost laughs at the absurdity of it, but what he really means is all too obvious from the way he holds onto her so tightly. It's not the kiss at all, it's so much more than just that and she finds herself wanting to thank him too.
But she won't yet. This is a moment about him and she won't ruin it. She puts her arms tightly around him, digs her fingers into the wet wool of his jacket like she may never let him go while her other hand presses to the back of his head.
She holds him like that for a long time, lets her actions be her answer to his thanks because she definitely doesn't have the right words to answer out loud, but before long she feels the brush of someone approaching through the Force and realizes all she wants is a few more private, stolen moments with Tommy.
"Someone is coming," she murmurs softly, but makes no move to let him go so he knows she isn't trying to tell him she doesn't want to get caught.
"You should get out of the cold, anyway," he mutters back, pulling away and
smoothing his hands over her arms. He wouldn't mind getting caught,
exactly, but this thing between them is so fragile and new that it'd feel
strange to share it with someone already.
So they feel the same way. He pulls away completely but for a ghost of a
touch against her hand, as he leads her back belowdeck. "Where...?"
She swipes at the hair that's stuck down to her face, clearing it out of the way and curling her fingers around Tommy's when she feels that gentle touch. She probably won't hold his hand the entire way just so they can avoid any questions should they run into anyone likely to ask them, but it's entirely because she doesn't want to have to stop to answer questions.
"Your room is warmer than mine," she answers easily, and there just really is no question about that. "I don't have towels anyway, my shower doesn't use water."
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"I didn't think anyone would be up here now and I can't exactly do this in the Enclosure. Too many people go to the gym, so I thought this was my best bet." She rolls one shoulder as she steps over to him, looking pleased with the range of motion. "Can't let myself get stiff, can I?"
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"You're right about that," he nods, agreeing with her as he brings his smoke back up to his mouth. "Be a damn shame. Though perhaps you could train with something that's not as likely to whack people in the head, eh? So you can--"
He feels a drop on his face, and shortly after another on his hand, and he laughs. "So you can stay dry during training."
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She looks shocked as she looks upwards, eyes narrowed as she tries to find the source, but there's no leak, no pipes have burst to shower them with water, and there just is no source.
"What-"
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But she seems confused, and he knows that if he explains she'll be amazed. And he wants to watch that from up close, and so he steps forward.
"It's rain. It doesn't happen often, here, but there you go."
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She's heard of it, of course, and now that she has the actual event to go with the definition she thinks she probably would have put the two together after the initial shock of it all, but it's water. Falling from the sky. For free.
The issue with looking up while it's raining becomes pretty quickly apparent, so Rey closes her eyes and leaves her face turned up to the sky so she can burn this feeling into her brain. It's cool and lovely and, she realizes, starting to pick up a little bit. It's sticking the wisps of hair that never behave to her face and neck, rolling down the line of her throat and starting to soak into fabric that's built to be thin, keep her cool, and she doesn't think for a second that there's anything wrong with standing exactly where she is right now.
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It makes something unfurl in his chest that he didn't even know was there, and he gasps with it. Right now it's like they're the only two people in the universe, standing right here, in the rain, and he feels connected to her in a way he doesn't feel connected to anyone right now.
So he reaches out and touches the tips of his fingers to hers, to let her know he's still there, with her, to enjoy this moment.
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And she feels like that so often now, nearly every single day, and now there's rain soaking right through to her skin and she's never been this happy in her entire life.
"It's perfect," she says quietly, knowing he's close enough to hear her. She doesn't just mean the rain, and when she squeezes his hand a little tighter she hopes he realizes she means him, too.
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He feels a pang of relief when she links their fingers together- he hadn't wanted to distract her too much by doing that, but now she took the initiative and it just feels right.
It makes him feel forward enough that he steps even closer, close enough that their arms are pressed together, and he smiles at the sight of her.
"I'm glad I get to share these things with you," he says, surprising even himself with the earnesty.
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"I feel that way too," she says softly, just loud enough to be heard over the sound of the rain. "Things aren't perfect here but it doesn't matter quite so much when you're showing me horses or getting soaked in the rain with me just because I've never seen it."
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"Rey," he murmurs, softly, squeezing her fingers between his. He'd put his right hand in her right, and now it lets him wrap his other hand around her shoulders to pull her up closer against her.
It really is nice, he reflects. The rain is cooling him down, his hair falling down flat across his forehead, just like it's sticking to her neck. Almost unbidden, he noses into the wet strands, presses a kiss to her temple.
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The nose in hair makes her shiver and suddenly there's a very different feeling between them, one that has her breath catching and her hand squeezing around his just a little tighter. She wants to reciprocate that too so she turns her head a little, presses her lips to the edge of his jaw and smiles a little when his skin feels so wet against hers.
She definitely, definitely likes rain.
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He isn't often glad about it, but right now he's grateful he isn't too tall: because it means she can reach his jaw like that, and he can feel her wet lips against his stubble and he feels deeply, wonderfully at home.
And so he decides to do it: they've been working up to it, it feels like, for weeks. He's held her when she hurt, and she held him when he was afraid, but they've laughed, and grown close so fast he isn't really even sure how it happened.
It feels right to do it now. He turns his head, ever so slightly, and brushes his lips against hers. As far as kisses go, it's completely chaste, but it still makes him shiver.
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And she's very, very glad for that. She doesn't want to fumble through this, she wants it to stay this fitting, this perfect, and as she reaches her hand up to rest against the side of his face and encourage him, impress upon him that this is okay, everything terrible they have to face, everything that's happened until now, it all fades away.
It's just them, the gentle sound of the rain, and she can't think of a single thing that has ever meant more to her than this.
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And he wouldn't try to, either. It feels perfect, he hasn't been this calm in months, and it's all because of her. Because they're taking care of each other now, and they're both, right now, so very safe.
When the rain gets bad enough that it drips into his nose a little, he has to pull away, but only far enough that she can feel his smile against her own mouth.
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The rain is cool as it slips down her back but the rest of her is pressed up to Tommy, kept warm by all that wool, and when he pulls away she can't help being just a little let down.
But he doesn't go far, and she can feel him smile, so it's perhaps something she can forgive. She reaches out to push the wet hair back from his face, clear the water from his brow for him, but it doesn't do much when the rain just keeps on falling.
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"You'll catch a cold," he whispers, as he starts stroking her back just a little, warming her up. But he's not making any moves to go back inside, where there is the rest of the world.
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"It'd be worth it," she says seriously, and just to prove her point she leans up to kiss him again, to initiate one herself this time just to be absolutely sure he knows where they stand.
Together. They stand together.
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He falls silent when she kisses him again, though, happy to do that again. This time he lets it rest at a certain point for a few seconds- and then carefully, cautiously deepens it, running his tongue just slightly over her lower lip.
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He gets the softest sigh of approval from her when he pushes her for just a little more, the memories from the breach telling her to part her lips, tip her head just a little to the side to make the angle better, to invite him to keep going.
The fact that they're on the deck is completely forgotten at this point, but even if someone were to walk right up to them and tap her on the shoulder Rey isn't sure she could bring herself to care.
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It might not make sense to her, but he whispers into her: "Thank you."
Because she took a burden off of his shoulders he didn't think anyone could relieve him of.
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But she won't yet. This is a moment about him and she won't ruin it. She puts her arms tightly around him, digs her fingers into the wet wool of his jacket like she may never let him go while her other hand presses to the back of his head.
She holds him like that for a long time, lets her actions be her answer to his thanks because she definitely doesn't have the right words to answer out loud, but before long she feels the brush of someone approaching through the Force and realizes all she wants is a few more private, stolen moments with Tommy.
"Someone is coming," she murmurs softly, but makes no move to let him go so he knows she isn't trying to tell him she doesn't want to get caught.
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"You should get out of the cold, anyway," he mutters back, pulling away and smoothing his hands over her arms. He wouldn't mind getting caught, exactly, but this thing between them is so fragile and new that it'd feel strange to share it with someone already.
So they feel the same way. He pulls away completely but for a ghost of a touch against her hand, as he leads her back belowdeck. "Where...?"
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"Your room is warmer than mine," she answers easily, and there just really is no question about that. "I don't have towels anyway, my shower doesn't use water."
The magic of the future.
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He's going to regret this- she's going to confuse him so often. He's actually looking forward to it.
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"I mean it... doesn't use water. Well, it can, but that's a waste. It's got a sonic setting. That's how most people on Jakku get clean."
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