Request by anonymous: Could you do one where rey and Ben are secretly dating and go out drinking with like poe Finn rose and they all accidentally find out about them cause they catch them doing stuff while they all go to Luke’s academy kinda like in your series our own house which I love btw!
“It won’t kill you, Rey, drink it!”
“Did you suddenly lose your metaphorical balls? You love Corellian whiskey! Drink it!”
Rey huffs indignantly at Poe, who is sitting across from her in their little circle, practically ready to throw the bottle over the blazing fire. Finn is attempting - in vain - to stop him from doing so.
“Solo!” Poe calls, “Tell Rey that she needs to get the stick out of her ass and take a drink!”
“I don’t think I’m in a position to tell Rey to do anything, and neither are you,” Ben replies tactfully, skipping a rock into the waves that batter against the shore.
“Dickheads,” Poe mutters.
“I’m really already a little too drunk,” Rey complains. “I’m not looking to throw up everything I’ve eaten today. So, next time, in the absence of wine, I’ll drink the whiskey.”
With a great, heaving sigh, Poe seems to take her word for it and makes her promise that next time she’ll do whiskey shots. She’s had quite enough already, and not only is the fire in her belly building because the wine Rose and Paige brought back from the last planet they’d been on was warm and spicy, but also because Ben has a short sleeve shirt on, and fuck, were his arms always that big?
No, new development, he thinks back at her, You used to call me a beanpole.
That’s because you called me a noodle.
Over at the water, Rey hears Ben let out a chuckle. She doesn’t even realize that she’s had her eyes on him the whole time until she catches Rose’s eye. The other woman is looking at her with a very particular glint in her eye that makes Rey blush a little.
“Wanna go for a walk, scavenger?” Ben asks then, turning around to face her and kicking a little bit of sand at her with his bare foot. She can’t stand up fast enough.
As it turns out, she can stand up too fast, because one minute she’s solidly on her feet and the next Ben is practically catching her in his arms as she goes stumbling forward. “Guess you need a walking stick,” he jokes, and Rey grumbles something about him being a perfectly fine substitute for a walking stick as they begin their trek down the beach.
At first, they keep their distance from each other, talking and giggling and Rey feels a little bit like she’s in a trance. Every time she glances back, she sees her friend’s figures and the fire grow even smaller. So, she reaches out for Ben’s hand.
He takes it with no hesitation.
They walk like that for a little while, headed over to the rock formation that makes a sort of pier against the rolling sea, and Ben helps her up onto one of the sun-warmed rocks and they sit down next to each other.
Seeing water like this is something Rey thinks she may not ever get used to.
Another thing she’ll never get used to is seeing Ben Solo look at her the way he’s looking at her right now. His eyes get impossibly darker when he looks at her this way, lust blowing his pupils wide and his lips parted and the skin of his throat looking like the perfect place to sink her teeth into.
And there’s nothing stopping her.
Rey all but tackles him, taking him down with her as she splays herself over him on the rock, her body leaning on his as their lips find each other in the light of the moon with the sound of crashing waves behind them. She can’t think of anything more perfect.
Ben’s hands tangle into her hair and Rey has to consciously remind herself to breathe, even as he’s stealing every breath from her lungs with lush lips and little growls of her name against the skin of her neck as she giggles despite herself. Kissing him is like a good dream - she never wants it to stop.
He’s impossibly gentle with her when he wants to be, but there’s no hesitation in his hands now when he flips them over so Rey is sprawled on her back, Ben’s hands traveling over her legs to find her ass, giving her a cheeky squeeze as they continue to kiss, a little bit sloppy and with a whole lot of enthusiasm. Rey finds herself giggling into his mouth when he hums in happiness against her lips.
“Oh, Rey,” he groans, “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She doesn’t have nearly enough time to enjoy that phrase, because her whole world is suddenly interrupted by Finn shouting.
Rey and Ben pull away from each other as if a fire has started between them. It’s certainly starting low in Rey’s body, but she’s apparently not in a position to deal with that right now, given that Finn and Poe and Rose are standing on the beach, staring at her and Ben with grins on their faces.
“Pay up, Dameron,” Finn says, turning to Poe with a hand outstretched.
“No way, I said they were fucking, and they’re clearly not -“
“Because we’re standing right in front of them, Poe - I think that’s probably where this was headed,” Rose interjects.
“Why do you always take his side?” Poe wails hysterically, throwing an arm up in the air even as he reaches into his pocket to hand a bill over to Finn.
“Oh, Luke is going to love knowing that he was right!” Finn says, grinning from ear to ear.
Beside her, Ben flops back onto the rock with a groan as Rey joins in her friend’s laughter. Behind his hand, she can see that Ben is smiling too.
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