It’s the morning after the Battle of Exegol and everyone is feeling the consequences from the night before… especially Rey.
Ficlet; Prompt: Morning After
Rey wasn’t sure what woke her, but she knew before she opened her eyes that something was wrong. Her mouth was dry and her tongue felt thick, and when she finally tried opening her eyes it took some effort, as they felt glued shut. Soft light was coming in the tiny window in the doorway and she stared at it for a while, uncomprehending. She didn’t have a doorway in her little section of the cave she normally slept in, the section she had shared with Leia.
Her breath stuttered as her memory of last night caught up with her. They had celebrated until the wee hours of the morning, when the alcohol they had consumed combined with the exhaustion of several long days full of anxiety and constant jeopardy sent everyone off to find a place to crash. She remembered watching Finn stumble off with Rose, and she remembered being pulled into the dark, away from the fire, toward the temporary building set up for officers.
She felt her whole body stiffen as she remembered who it had been who had gently towed her along with him to his quarters, and how she had reacted once they had arrived. Her face burned as she remembered the kisses, the touches, the feel of his beard rasping against the skin of her neck as his lips and tongue tasted her.
And then she remembered nothing.
Carefully, she sat up and turned her head to look at the man beside her in the tiny bed. He was lying on his belly, holding a folded-up blanket in his arms and using it as a pillow. One glance told her his only pillow was what she had been sleeping on. His back was bare, but the sheet covered him up to his hip, so she couldn’t tell if he wore anything else. She herself was still wearing her tunic and underwear. That was a good thing, right? Her heart racing, she closed her eyes and tried to recall what had happened after they had arrived here, but the ache in her head distracted her. Damn Corellian Ale.
She felt movement off to her side and opened her eyes to see that her companion was awake. He had shifted so he was laying on his side, and his cocoa-colored eyes were looking at her lazily. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” Poe Dameron said quietly, his voice husky. It sent shivers up Rey’s spine.
“Uhm, morning,” she managed to squeak.
She looked around the room nervously, realizing she had never been in his quarters before. There wasn’t much to see, which was no surprise; nobody in the Resistance had much in the way of personal effects, not when the possibility of having to run at any given moment existed. She looked back at him, her eyes catching on the one personal memento she knew Poe kept: the ring he always wore around his neck.
“You look a little lost,” Poe told her, his smirk turning into a grin.
Rey cleared her throat. “What..?” she started. “What happened last night?”
His expression immediately changed to one of hurt. “You don’t remember?” he whispered. Then he huffed and shook his head. “Figures. The best night of my life and you don’t even remember it.”
As disoriented as she was, Rey could see his mouth twitching. “Poe,” she said firmly, as if speaking to a child caught in the act of making mischief.
He laughed outright and sat up in the bed. “Nothing happened, Rey,” he told her. “I put you to bed almost as soon as we got here. You really think I’d take advantage of you in your condition?”
Rey shook her head. “Of course not,” she said. “But you weren’t in much better shape,” she argued. “Who knows what trouble we could have gotten into?” She felt more heat rush into her cheeks.
“Well, I was in a little better shape,” he told her. “We kissed a bit, and I helped you get undressed, and that was it.”
Rey nodded. “Okay.”
Poe glanced at his chrono. “You know, nobody’s gonna be up for hours, yet. If it’s alright with you, I’m going to go back to sleep?” He scooched down back under the sheet, looking at her expectantly, his eyebrows raised.
“Okay,” she nodded again. “Yeah.” She also moved to lie down again, pulling the sheet up and turning so her back was to him.
There was silence for a moment and Rey felt sleep dragging her back under, but she realized she needed to know something first. “Poe?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I sleep here tonight, too?” The idea of going back to the quarters she had shared with Leia wasn’t appealing.
“Of course, you can,” he told her without hesitation. “You can stay here as long as you want.”
Silence.
“Poe?”
“Hmmm?”
“If it’s okay, when we’re both sober, do you think we could finish what we started last night?”
Silence.
“Only if you want, though,” Rey rushed to say, suddenly thinking that maybe it had been the alcohol and only the alcohol that had made him touch her that way last night.
“I want,” he whispered huskily. “Oh, I want.”
His arm suddenly came up, sliding over her waist and pulling her back into him. She felt his breath on the back of her neck and she smiled. Bringing her hand up, she laced her fingers with his as they lay over her belly, then she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
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