#finnreyrose

“She’s nice,” Finn says over the dishes they’re washing together. Luke got the message and cleared right out, airily waving his hand with some kind of excuse about having to water his plants, or something. 

Rose, similarly, shot upstairs while loudly noting there were probably some schematics for her to look over.

Rey didn’t miss the smile Finn sent after her.

“Oh, I can tell,” Rey says, holding up her plate to inspect it. The light bounces off of it and sends little beams across the house.

There’s another one of those long, meaningful pauses as Finn sets down his plate and leans on the counter. Rey hears the wind chimes jingling against a hanging plant.

“Are you mad?” Finn asks, wrapping the rag he’s using to dry the towels over his hand. “Because I get it, if you are. I’m not going to do anything, I mean, it’s not that I don’t love you--”

“I wasn’t concerned about that,” Rey says airily*. Well, she wasn’t before. She is now, a little. Despite her own feelings. “Why would I be mad? She’s pretty.”

“Yeah, but-- wait.” Finn puts down his rag and chuckles, scratching his head. “Sorry, you mean she’s objectively aesthetically pleasing or you like her?”

“I like her,” Rey says, keeping her tone purposefully neutral. A little smile manages to slip through, despite her best efforts.

“Ooh,” Finn says. He adjusts his posture slightly, leaning on the wall in a way that makes Rey want to smack him with her towel. “Well, it’s too bad for you, Rey. There’s only room for one hunk in this house.”

“That’s right, and seeing as it’s my house, it looks like you’re going to be facing these guns,” Rey says, dropping her plate into the sink and flexing threateningly.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Finn says, leaning forward.

Rey’s just about to use These Guns to pull him forward and kiss him when Rose shows up in the stairwell.

“The sinks’ overflowing,” she says.

“Whoops.” Finn reaches past Rey to turn it off.

The following days are less awkward than Rey had expected. She flirts with Rose, Finn flirts with Rose, and Rose flirts back with a power that surprises even Finn (known master of terrible pick-up lines.)

Luke potters around the house hanging new plants and making loud remarks about how it would be So Nice if his niece would Get A Move On with settling down and getting married.

Rey responds by having several in-depth arguments with Rose and Finn over how many children they’re all going to have. Rose refuses to personally bear a single one, though she’s fine with taking care of whatever spawn may come to existence; Finn thinks two is the perfect number and won’t budge on that; and Rey plans on having children until they run out of room to house them.

“You don’t seem like the type to want kids,” Rose says one morning, wiping dirt off of Luke’s beloved plant pots.

“I’m full of surprises.” Rey puts the plant she’s watering back in its place and puts her hands around Rose’s waist. “And speaking of surprises--”

“--it’ll be a surprise if Rose ever finishes with that one spot, yeah,” Finn says, coming out of nowhere. “If I didn’t know you better, Rose, I’d say you were distracted by something.”

Rey grins at Finn from behind Rose’s back.

“Distracted? Why might I be distracted?” Rose asks, pouting as she furiously scrubs the little brown stain she’s been working on for the past ten minutes. Rey guiltily relinquishes her hold on Rose.

“I have no idea,” Finn says, dragging out the last two words before twirling Rose around and kissing her. Rey leans up and kisses Rose too, for good measure. “And forget that spot; I spent a whole day trying to get it off. It’s not happening.”

Rose frowns at him, then finally cracks a smile and punches his shoulder.

“So, what do you reckon Luke sent us out here on purpose to get us together?” she asks, and Finn puts his arms around both her and Rey’s shoulders.

“Ah, I’m pretty sure he knew what he was doing. He said there were a couple of ladies loudly screaming my name, which was obviously super familiar to me, so...” Finn makes an innocent face. “I came over here to save you from your distress.”

“Neither of us,” Rey says, detaching herself from Finn with a false pout, “have ever screamed your name. Rose enjoys screaming my name, obviously--”

“--oh shut up, I’m not the one who was begging her girlfriend to take her clothes off last night--”

“--I’ve never begged anything from anyone, maybe in your dreams--”

“--what’s this about taking off clothes last night? Without me? I--”