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Notes: No matter what happens, Ben can't stay away from her. Whatever s left of his soul, she is the other half of his. A series of one-shots about the Force Bond between Ben and Rey, post-TLJ.
Snow
It had been a long time since Ben Solo had had a snowball thrown at his face.
One moment he had been listening to a report delivered by Admiral Vlodavsky of the Fifth Fleet, and the next he was standing in snow and staring at Rey's horrified face. Her cheeks were pink from the cold and snowflakes dusted her dark hair and eyelashes. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him and her hands were covered in incriminating evidence; more snow.
"I didn't think that would actually hit you," she muttered, eyes shifting away from his, guiltily. Her lips twitched and he knew he looked ridiculous with snow dripping down his face and liberally coating his hair. It had, of course, been a huge snowball.
His eyes shifted to Admiral Vlodavsky, who may not have heard Rey but definitely saw the snow now covering his Emperor. He had fallen silent and seemed torn between shock and bemusement. "My Lord?" he asked, hesitantly.
"Dismissed, Admiral," the leader of the First Order said curtly, waving the elderly naval officer out. "I'll hear the rest of your report later."
He wondered how long it would be before this story spread throughout the High Command. He gave it until lunch.
Rey shifted from foot to foot, patiently waiting until he alone and carefully watching him, no doubt looking to see if he was angry.
He should be, but she looked rather enchanting in her mittens and with snow dancing around her. The first time he had fought her, there had been snow all around them both as well. He wiped the snow off his face with his gloves, eyes never leaving hers as he reached out to the Force.
A pile of snow dropped on the Jedi's head.
She shrieked in surprise, sputtering and failing her way out of the mound. "That's cheating," she cried, eyes flashing, and he could help laughing at her affronted look.
For a moment her anger was stalled, and she stared at him in wonderment. Then, with a primitive war cry, she tackled him back into the snow.