Finn vacillated for another half hour between being mad at Poe and feeling sorry for himself. Then he got sick in the 'fresher, and finally, mercifully, went back to his quarters. Poe helped him brush his teeth and took off his boots and socks before tucking him into bed. Finn was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Telling his young friend had probably been a mistake, Poe reflected on the way back to his own room. But they'd seen each other that morning, and Finn had been so enthusiastic about hearing all about the adventures on that stormy planet. Poe wanted badly to share his newfound feelings for Rey with someone, and so had opened up to his best friend. But still, Poe thought. Big mistake.

He shut the door of his quarters with a sigh and prepared for bed. Last night had been so very nice, arguably the best night he'd ever spent with a woman. Actually, he thought, the only night he'd ever spent completely in the presence of a woman. He hadn't been exaggerating to Rey; his usual MO was a brief, no-strings, no-commitment affair. He didn't want or need entanglements.

Except…now he did. Rey—Breha, he amended—fascinated him, and learning about her twisted family history just gave her more depth. Her complexity intrigued him. The combination of her fierce strength and gentle nature intrigued him too, as did the dichotomy between her wanton passion and sweet innocence. Everything about that girl intrigued him.

This morning, though, he'd almost blown it. Rey had a superficial warmth towards everyone, but she didn't truly open up to anyone. So sharing anything personal was, Poe knew, a huge leap of faith for her. And he'd taken that trust and crushed it. Implied that her whole family was a mistake. What had she accused him of calling her mother? 'Some kind of freak'? Poe dropped his head back onto his pillow with a groan. You need to apologize for that. A lot.

He lay there for a while, thinking of Rey. She didn't have her own quarters, which was problematic. General Organa had two bedrooms, and had invited Rey to bunk there. Poe realized abruptly that she'd kept an extra bedroom just in case her daughter ever came home. He felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the general. How lonely she must've been. Husband gone, two children killed, the third one vanished. No wonder she put all of her energy into the Resistance.

But even though he understood the General's motives, it still put a damper on any romance in Rey's room. And he couldn't very well knock on that door to ask Rey to come out and play; Organa would probably arrange a nice suicide mission for Poe, if that Wookiee didn't kill him on sight. Problematic for sure. As an alternative, he decided to try out that Force stuff. Could she really feel him? He concentrated on her face, her body, and called her to him. Breha, he thought. Come here. Please. I want you here. Rey, do you hear me?

Unbelievably, within five minutes there came a soft knock on the door. Poe opened it and stared at her, incredulous. "I can't believe that worked."

Rey smiled at him. "I felt a…tug. Were you tugging at me?" Her curious dark eyes skipped down from his face to his bare chest and his black sleep-shorts, then back up again. Poe suddenly felt very exposed, and flushed pleasantly when he realized she was savoring the view.

He fingered her loose cotton shirt and pulled her towards him through the doorway. "Yeah," he murmured, "I was tugging at you. I wanted to see if that Force of yours really works."

"Oh, it works," she grinned. She let herself be drawn to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist while shutting the door with his free hand.

Poe had planned a nice formal apology for his impetuous behavior earlier, but as soon as the door closed, she took his face in her hands and kissed him hard on the mouth, and thus all he managed was a muffled "I don't care who your family is," worked in between kisses.

That apology seemed to suffice. Nevertheless, Poe was determined to make Rey feel like the center of the galaxy tonight, to shower affection on her as a physical sort of apology. His hands caressed her face and back, lifting her shirt up and off as he went. Her skin was as warm as Jakku sand. He pulled her hairband off to let her hair spill through his fingers. He buried his face in her silky hair and breathed her in for a few moments, then trailed kisses from her neck back up to her mouth. Shuffling backwards while kissing, they ended up sprawled on the sole couch in the cramped room, with Rey lying lightly on top of him.

"I like this part of you," she said softly, kissing his shoulder.

"What, my collarbone?" he asked.

"No, here." She ran her hand between his neck and bicep. "The soft part. Makes a good pillow." She lay her head there, sideways, so she could look at him. "See?"

He nodded, wrapping his arms across her back to keep her from sliding off the small blue sofa. "Uh-huh. That's your favorite part of me?"

She grinned at him. "Right now it is. Any bits of me that you like?"

"I don't know, let me have a look at you." Poe gently pushed her up by her shoulders until she was sitting up, straddling him. He scrutinized her, sliding his hands down her back to rest on her slim hips. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance, and she was looking down at him, letting her dark hair fall into her face.

"I guess I like…" he trailed off. "Honestly, every centimeter of you is perfect." She bit her lip and averted her eyes, unaccustomed to compliments. "Except your elbows," he added with a shrug, "which are pretty average."

Of course, that got her looking at her elbows. "What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing," he said through a smile. "Just…they're just normal, while the rest of you is…is…" His fighter pilot background didn't really supply him with the right words. "Exquisite," he whispered.

She stared into his eyes for a moment, then leaned down to kiss his lips. The air between them became ionized, charged, then caught fire. He pulled her down to him, hands roaming insistently, mouth devouring hers. Then he shifted her body upwards to cup her breasts. His mouth moved down to suck one taut nipple as her body arched in response and-

A series of beeps interrupted them. Poe and Rey both looked up to see an orange-and-white ball staring at them, his domed head tilted to the side with a distinctly curious expression.

"Damn it, BB-8!" Poe admonished the droid. "You are supposed to be charging in the galley." BB-8 began explaining, but Poe cut him off. "Worry about that tomorrow. Right now, go to the galley, plug yourself in and shut yourself down. Now."

The droid's head drooped and he beeped sadly, rolling slowly away.

"Faster!" Poe called mercilessly. He pointed an angry finger at the kitchen. "That way."

Rey tried to placate the droid. "I'll give you a whole system scan tomorrow, BB, okay?"

He turned back and chirped happily at her. He was very fond of Rey. She took good care of him.

Poe exhaled a frustrated breath. "He knows better than that."

Rey laughed. "Don't be so hard on your little boy. He's just curious. He doesn't want to be left out."

Poe smirked. They waited until they'd heard the whirr of BB-8's motivator go silent. Then Poe stood up and went to the galley to confirm that his droid was indeed powered down; he just couldn't relax otherwise. Returning to the couch, he scooped Breha up in his arms and wordlessly carried her to bed.