"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.
He starts something when he sucks on her lip like that because it gets a soft, agreeable sound for her, her eyes are just a little darker when he pulls away and she can only nod when he speaks.
When he steps back she takes the moment to put her staff out of the way, resting up against a wall and looking just a little like it belongs there. And that's a thing that she likes, feeling like even that part of herself fits here, in his space, just like she feels like she fits at his side.
That's very sappy, though, and by the time he's returned to her she's started to undo her belt, get the soaked fabric that crosses her chest off so it can dry only to be promptly interrupted by the much more appealing task of catching his lips with hers. She replicates what he had done, traces his lower lip with her tongue before she sucks lightly on it, and waits to see if it'll do to him what it did to her.
It pulls a soft, happy and surprised sound from him, and he ducks a little lower to get her to do that again. God, she's a fast learner, isn't she?
With the fabric that had crossed her chest gone, he's free to let his hands roam over her a little more; he traces her back, her shoulders, and finally settles his hands on her hips.
She's glad he's not to shy to touch her like this, that he's not worried about crossing any lines when she's entirely comfortable with every single touch, every single moment.
Maybe she shouldn't have worried about it quite so much when he'd had her topless and had his hands all over her just a few days ago, but there's no question this isn't anywhere near the same thing. This is with her mouth against his, her drawing on memories from the breach to tell her exactly how to kiss him. She's an active participant this time.
When his hands reach her hips hers start exploring him a little, running up the length of his chest before one settles against his neck. The other goes back down, her arm wraps around his waist so she can make sure there's no more space between them while she deepens the kiss.
He kisses her like that for what seems like an hour-- deepening, pulling away again, nipping at her lips just slightly and grinning when he hears the sounds that creates.
She's overwhelmingly beautiful to him right now, soft underneath his hands but harder than any woman he's ever been with. She's muscular, strong, and he knows what she can do because he's seen the damage.
Eventually he pulls away enough that he can just hug her again, his arms warm around her back, his nose pressed up against her temple.
She's out of breath when he stops kissing her, her entire body tingling and responding enthusiastically to his and she's almost disappointed when instead of kissing he's chosen to hug her instead, but that feeling fades quickly enough. It's the closeness that matters, the security, and it's hard to find a flaw in being held by him.
"Do people really get sick when they've been too wet for too long?" She asks him, a note of concern in her voice. "Maybe you should find something dry to wear."
"They get sick when it's cold," he corrects her, gently, pressing a kiss to one cheekbone. "So we should both find something dry to wear. I-- have some of Polly's dresses upstairs."
The last part sounds awkward, and the thought of Rey in one of Polly's dresses makes amusement curl in his stomach. But he's worn them himself, and so it doesn't seem like it's as big of a step as it would have a year ago.
It doesn't seem awkward to her at all, truthfully. She assumes they came with Polly's room when the Admiral had set Tommy up here and that's about as much thought she puts to it.
"I was going to ask to borrow one of your shirts but I guess a dress would make more sense."
"Ah, you'd drown in those instead," he quips, but the thought of her in one of his shirts makes him laugh a little. God, she'd make that look beautiful too, he's sure of it.
"Come on. I'll show you the rest of the place, eh? I don't think I ever did before."
With a nod, she slips her hand into his while she toes her boots of to let them stay here, avoid tracking wet footprints through his entire house. She wouldn't mind just curling up somewhere warm with him and kissing the rest of the day, but a tour will do. She's curious anyway, wants to see where he calls home.
"I'd like that, it seemed like it was bigger than the Falcon the other times I've visited."
"It is," he says, shrugging- it's just his house, he's used to it. Though he's glad he has a copy of it here, to retreat every now and then.
He opens the large green sliding doors, and reveals the desks, chairs, the chalkboard in the very back-- and a large pick-up truck parked right in between it all. He looks at her, mouth twitching in amusement. "Christmas present from Nux, that."
It might just be his house, but that's a thing to be proud of, in Rey's opinion. His room is undoubtedly his, there isn't another copy of it anywhere else on the Barge, and to Rey that's wonderful. She's glad for him, glad he gets that. Glad he's had family his whole life to support him.
"I had wondered about that last time," she says, reaching out to run a hand over the side of the truck curiously. "It seemed a little out of place." And then she pauses and looks up at him. "Christmas?"
"It's a holiday, back home- and wherever the Admiral's from, apparently. Apparently in the future it becomes about giving gifts, and we all got to hand in lists for one another."
And Nux got him a car that he can't use- but Tommy's damned if he'd ever show any ingratitude.
"Nux must care about you very much, then." Rey points out, smiling just a little to herself. That's good, Tommy needs people to care about him. "What did you get for him?"
"He's a good lad," he nods, sounding proud and pleased with his inmate. "I got him... goggles and information on how to preserve food. We weren't quite on the same level that time, apparently."
"I wouldn't say that. I'd say exactly the opposite, actually." She looks up at him now, hoping to impress on him just what a good present that is for someone from the type of world Nux comes from. "Have you ever been in a sandstorm without goggles? You probably got him one of the best things he'll ever get in is life."
But she's not really thinking of Nux now, not when they're going up these stairs hand in hand like they had not even a week ago. He'd taken such good care of her then, he's doing it now, determined to see her dry and not catch a cold, and she's just a little overwhelmed by how much she's come to care for him.
She takes her hand out of his and puts it around his waist instead, leans right up against his side while they walk up the stairs.
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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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When he steps back she takes the moment to put her staff out of the way, resting up against a wall and looking just a little like it belongs there. And that's a thing that she likes, feeling like even that part of herself fits here, in his space, just like she feels like she fits at his side.
That's very sappy, though, and by the time he's returned to her she's started to undo her belt, get the soaked fabric that crosses her chest off so it can dry only to be promptly interrupted by the much more appealing task of catching his lips with hers. She replicates what he had done, traces his lower lip with her tongue before she sucks lightly on it, and waits to see if it'll do to him what it did to her.
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With the fabric that had crossed her chest gone, he's free to let his hands roam over her a little more; he traces her back, her shoulders, and finally settles his hands on her hips.
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Maybe she shouldn't have worried about it quite so much when he'd had her topless and had his hands all over her just a few days ago, but there's no question this isn't anywhere near the same thing. This is with her mouth against his, her drawing on memories from the breach to tell her exactly how to kiss him. She's an active participant this time.
When his hands reach her hips hers start exploring him a little, running up the length of his chest before one settles against his neck. The other goes back down, her arm wraps around his waist so she can make sure there's no more space between them while she deepens the kiss.
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She's overwhelmingly beautiful to him right now, soft underneath his hands but harder than any woman he's ever been with. She's muscular, strong, and he knows what she can do because he's seen the damage.
Eventually he pulls away enough that he can just hug her again, his arms warm around her back, his nose pressed up against her temple.
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"Do people really get sick when they've been too wet for too long?" She asks him, a note of concern in her voice. "Maybe you should find something dry to wear."
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The last part sounds awkward, and the thought of Rey in one of Polly's dresses makes amusement curl in his stomach. But he's worn them himself, and so it doesn't seem like it's as big of a step as it would have a year ago.
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"I was going to ask to borrow one of your shirts but I guess a dress would make more sense."
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"Come on. I'll show you the rest of the place, eh? I don't think I ever did before."
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"I'd like that, it seemed like it was bigger than the Falcon the other times I've visited."
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He opens the large green sliding doors, and reveals the desks, chairs, the chalkboard in the very back-- and a large pick-up truck parked right in between it all. He looks at her, mouth twitching in amusement. "Christmas present from Nux, that."
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"I had wondered about that last time," she says, reaching out to run a hand over the side of the truck curiously. "It seemed a little out of place." And then she pauses and looks up at him. "Christmas?"
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And Nux got him a car that he can't use- but Tommy's damned if he'd ever show any ingratitude.
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"That's how he got that scar there."
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But she's not really thinking of Nux now, not when they're going up these stairs hand in hand like they had not even a week ago. He'd taken such good care of her then, he's doing it now, determined to see her dry and not catch a cold, and she's just a little overwhelmed by how much she's come to care for him.
She takes her hand out of his and puts it around his waist instead, leans right up against his side while they walk up the stairs.
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