Chapter 3: A Wrenching Goodbye

The sleep during the night of Finn's return did everyone some good, and Finn and Rey both rose feeling refreshed, and no longer angry with one another. Rousing Little Luke, Rey escorted her child into the Dantooine fields. There, she guided her pupils in hand-to-hand combat without the use of lightsabers. Those blades could only be used indoors, and sparingly, to ensue the safety of everyone involved. Rey's fear had been that sparring outside could lead to First Order spies discovering Jedi activity from the atmosphere, and an ever-cautious General Dameron had readily agreed with her assessment. A brief meditation as a good cool-down, and then it was time for the high noon meal.

Back inside the base, Douce Cometshock, a female Wookie who appeared middle-aged, led her fellow Jedi students in some basic Force exercises. As a teacher, it was Rey's belief that she should delegate mentoring duties as much as possible, for just as much knowledge could be gained from self-discovery as there could be gained from her lectures. She knew that better than anyone, for a lot of her initial training on Ahch-To had been independent, with Luke Skywalker doing little to help.

Rey finally dismissed her Padawans just before sundown, scooping up her son and cuddling him close as they proceeded to the mess hall. There, they met Finn for dinner. Right away, Rey could see he was quiet and reserved. A gentle touch of his hand and soothing smile did nothing to prompt an opening up of his inner thoughts.

The thrown-together family retired early again that night, with Little Luke conking out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. Rey and Finn nestled together.

"What's wrong?" Rey breathed. "You're hurting; I can sense it. Talk to me."

A beat of silence before Finn finally came clean. She knew he would. If there was one thing Rey knew about Finn, it was that he would come to her eventually, confide in her when he was ready. "Poe ordered me on another flight. Bombing campaign, some reconnaissance. Supposed to be dangerous, and odds of peril are high. I leave first thing in the morning."

Rey stiffened against his side. Lip quivering, hot angry tears pooled at her eyes. "I'm gonna run him through with my lightsaber..."

"Rey -"

"You just got back! After five months! And now you have to turn right around and..."

"He's the General, what he says goes..."

"Yeah, for a mission where 'the odds of peril are high'?" Rey shook her head, gulping down the sob. "I can't lose you. Not you too."

Finn gazed down at her, stroking Rey's arm lightly. Finally, he spoke. "Rey?"

"Yes?"

"In case I don't make it back, can I give you something to remember me by?"

Rey's brown pools shone. "Anything."

Finn whispered in her ear. "Let me make love to you."

Rey stared at him in astonishment. Her speechlessness gave Finn the opportunity to swoop down and kiss the Jedi right on her mouth.

This was no Buddy Kiss, that much was clear from the insistence of Finn's mouth pressed against her own. Rey gasped in shock, granting entrance for Finn's tongue to lick its way into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyelids drooping shut, Rey's hands delicately framed his face, enough to nudge their lips apart.

"I've never done this before," she gasped, a little nervous.

Finn smiled down at her. "I know. I've heard the story before." More accurately, he had heard the tale in the form of Little Luke's favorite bedtime story: the Jedi Princess and Her Mystery Prince. When Rey had first breathlessly told him the story - a longhanded answer to his initial query over the identity of Little Luke's father - Finn had found it hard to believe her. But then again, he once would have not believed in a power that could lift rocks from the side of a mountain. At this point, absolutely nothing surprised him anymore. He could believe anything. "You touched his hand, and the Force smiled down on you..."

"... and conceived in my womb a son," Rey recited, grinning. For it was true, her son's existence was a virgin conception, willed into being by the Force itself.

Finn kissed Rey deeply again. "Hmmmm..." she purred into his lips, opening once more to him. Winding her arms about him, she kissed him back.

Finn pressed her deep into the pillows now, swinging one leg over to sit astride her. Rey deftly unbuttoned his sleep shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, her fingers palming flat against his rippling shoulder blades. Finn reverently undressed her in return, pushing Rey's pajamas down past her hips, all the way too her ankles, and then running his digits up the creamy curve of her thighs. In between kisses, the couple broke apart to giggle awkwardly - a common reaction for two friends exploring one another's bodies.

Rey's panties fell away, and Finn's fingers ghosted over her wet folds... which Rey was flushed to discover were sopping, dripping wet. She arched her back into the man straddling her, taking a sharp intake of breath.

"Finn..." she croaked, bucking a little into his hand that was now massaging, caressing silkily. "Finn... please..."

Her beloved friend could no longer deny her. He swiftly entered her, wanting to cause as little pain as possible. Even so, Rey's head flopped back into the headboard, her eyes wide as saucers as something deep inside her shattered. She let out a low groan.

"Uhhhh... you're so big!" She felt like she was being cleaved in two.

Finn pecked her lips sweetly, before turning his attentions to her neck. Rey twisted to grant him more access.

"I've dreamed about this. Gotten hard from you."

Rey's cheeks burned scarlet. "I'm, uh... a bit... flattered," she admitted. And she was.

Finn now pulled out. Then slid back in. Out, in, out, in... The pair began to build up a rhythm, memorize what each of them liked. With every thrust, Rey felt her pelvis keen harder and harder, every snap of her hips to meet Finn's sharper.

"Uhhhh... Uhhhh... UHHHHHH! OHHHHH! Oh... oh my... Force... Finn... guhhhh... that's so good!"

"My God, Rey! You're so beautiful! Feel wonderful! Love you!" Finn could hardly speak in complete sentences anymore.

An indescribable warmth was building, building, flooding Rey down to her very depths. Her toes curled, her hands fisted the sheets, the skin of Finn's back - wherever she could get a grip. At last, with a squeeze and a wail -

"B... FINN!" She caught herself just in time, mentally slapping herself and disturbed by what she almost said. Thankfully, her dear friend did not seem to notice the vocal bobble as Rey orgasmed all around him, thrashing beneath his form.

Finn desperately pounded into Rey for a few more moments, eliciting an airy squeal each time from the young woman in his arms, until at last... "Rey!" He too followed with a sigh, drooping like a noodle on the Jedi's waifish form. Kissing her one more time, Finn pulled out of her, rolled over and cuddled his precious companion close.

In the afterglow, Rey's face curled into a content smile. "Goodnight," she whispered against his skin. And she fell asleep to the steady drumming of Finn's heart.