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."
"You know I have no idea what a sonic setting is? Rey, when I was born our house didn't even have running water," he points out, with a laugh, incredulous at how they ended up together. His fingers keep brushing against her wrist, her palm, as they move down to his cabin.
The way he keeps reaching her has her deciding immediately that she just doesn't care if anyone tries to stop them to ask questions because she's too caught up in this, she slips her hand right into his hand squeezes it tightly, has every intention to keep it no matter who they might run into.
"I'll show you if you're curious, but it's not that exciting. It just... cleans people, without water. It's faster and it's just as good, I'd expect. I've never tried the water setting."
"Sometime," he decides, gently, squeezing her hand as he pulls her along. It's not far, luckily, and before long they're inside of his cabin, away from prying eyes--
And he's at a loss for what to do now. Because she's wet and cold and she needs to get warmed up, but he doesn't know if she'd want to take off her clothes in this cabin, even if he's out of the room...
So he stands there looking faintly sheepish for a bit, waiting for her to decide on something he hasn't even vocalized.
They're still on the way down the hallway when she starts to pull her hair down from the usual three bun hairstyle she keeps it in, knowing it'll dry faster loose, but the rest of it isn't really something she's worried about. Her clothes will dry eventually, she'll warm back up in time.
What actually ends up mattering is what happens when they get inside, when he looks like he has no idea what to do with her there now, and she smiles softly at him and pulls him closer with the hand still holding his. Once they're close enough she leans up to kiss him, slips her other hand up to curl in the lapel of his wet coat and pull him down to meet her.
Somehow, safe within the comfort of his cabin, it feels different-- and he laughs against her mouth, wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her up right as she pulls him down. He feels a rush of happiness he'd forgotten he could feel (or he hadn't forgotten, but it had been a different man in a different world who'd picked her up and teased her and loved her like he had never loved anyone else) and it's bubbling up out of him.
He doesn't pull away, though: far from it. He grins against her mouth, then kisses her lips sweetly, playfully, despite their sopping, heavy clothes.
She can't help adoring this version of him, this happy side to him that she's only seen coming out like this recently that she treasures every single time. She smiles against his lips in return, brings a hand up to cup his face while she kisses him.
She doesn't care about the wet clothes, about being just a little too cold, none of it matters when kissing Tommy makes him this happy. When it makes her so happy. She's only interested in getting as close to him as she can, leaning up into him so she can feel the warmth of his body to chase some of her chills away.
He briefly deepens the kiss again like he'd done up on the deck, licking at her lips, sucking on her lower lip for a brief second before he pulls away. He looks a little flushed and just-- happy.
"I need to take off this jacket, or I'll come down with something. Eh?" Which is the only reason in the world he can let himself step back right now, so he can strip off the jacket and hang it over the back of a chair. But he's right back after that, ducking back in for a kiss.
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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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"I'll show you if you're curious, but it's not that exciting. It just... cleans people, without water. It's faster and it's just as good, I'd expect. I've never tried the water setting."
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And he's at a loss for what to do now. Because she's wet and cold and she needs to get warmed up, but he doesn't know if she'd want to take off her clothes in this cabin, even if he's out of the room...
So he stands there looking faintly sheepish for a bit, waiting for her to decide on something he hasn't even vocalized.
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What actually ends up mattering is what happens when they get inside, when he looks like he has no idea what to do with her there now, and she smiles softly at him and pulls him closer with the hand still holding his. Once they're close enough she leans up to kiss him, slips her other hand up to curl in the lapel of his wet coat and pull him down to meet her.
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He doesn't pull away, though: far from it. He grins against her mouth, then kisses her lips sweetly, playfully, despite their sopping, heavy clothes.
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She doesn't care about the wet clothes, about being just a little too cold, none of it matters when kissing Tommy makes him this happy. When it makes her so happy. She's only interested in getting as close to him as she can, leaning up into him so she can feel the warmth of his body to chase some of her chills away.
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"I need to take off this jacket, or I'll come down with something. Eh?" Which is the only reason in the world he can let himself step back right now, so he can strip off the jacket and hang it over the back of a chair. But he's right back after that, ducking back in for a kiss.
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