Luke doesn't want to rush things...Rey gets the wrong idea...oh no! :(

Bittersweet

Luke was hesitant to touch. Rey's gorgeous young body was splayed out before him, breasts exposed, they'd been touching each other for hours. She was asking to be taken. He was so fucking hard he felt like he was going to explode.

It would be far too easy to take things further right now.

But Luke was still a gentleman. Above all.

"It isn't the right time, sweetheart."

She looked hurt.

He didn't want to hurt her. And he certainly wasn't rejecting her. But he cared so much about her, he didn't want to ruin things on a whim. He wasn't even sure if she felt the same way about him.

She hadn't been repulsed by him. She appeared to enjoy the touching and the kissing but whether she wanted it to go beyond sex, he didn't know. He was not mentally prepared for the rejection which was surely inevitably on the way.

And above everything else, he was meant to be training her as a Jedi. Knowing full well that Jedi's weren't supposed to form attachments. Never mind the concerns about sullying the master/apprentice relationship, and not to even mention their age gap, and the fact she was (quite possibly?) a virgin. There was too much to think about right now.

Luke silently cursed himself for being so sensible.

He'd closed his mind off from her; he didn't want her sharing these thoughts. He felt he needed a little bit of privacy.

-x-

Luke's touches to Rey's body began to dwindle. He was not going to lead her on at this moment.

She rutted herself against his body trying in vain to get some friction. She let out little mewls. He wasn't responding the way she had hoped, and she felt the connection sever between them.

Rey suddenly felt embarrassed by her actions. The little bubble her and Luke had been in had burst. She felt ridiculous. Foolish! What the hell was she doing? She pulled her tunic over, covering her naked form.

How could I have been so stupid? she thought.

She'd offered herself on a plate, and Luke had rejected her. Of course he wasn't going to want her when she offered herself up so easily, she reasoned.

He must have seen her in a different light now. She rolled away from him.

"Rey...wait."

But Rey didn't wait. She sat up on the edge of the bed, her back turned to him. She fixed her garments and her hair. She closed her eyes, taking a moment.

She took a deep breath. This was a mistake.

Luke shuffled over to her and put a hand on her. She didn't respond.

"Rey, lets just talk about this, please..."

"What's there to talk about?" she snapped.

She felt so cold to him. Not his Rey.

"I think you have the wrong idea, sweeth-"

"Don't call me that." her voice was hard. Luke backed off.

"It's fine, I get it. I guess I picked up the signals all wrong." she sounded so bitter.

He swallowed hard; "Rey...listen." Luke struggled.

He wanted more than anything to tell her that she wasn't wrong. That she'd picked up on everything just perfectly. Better than he could ever have hoped for. That she was beautiful and amazing, and he wanted nothing more than to take her, and make love to her and hold her, and kiss her and love her.

Because god-damn, if he wasn't in love with this girl.

He wanted to tell her all his fears, and how scared he was. That she wouldn't want him. That she would reject him. That she was too young, he was too old. That she was his student, he should know better. What would people think?

But that he didn't care about any of those things, and that he was fully in love with her, and that he would give anything for her to feel the same. That he wanted to give her everything, take away all the pain, all the loneliness and suffering. To hold her, to marry her, to have a family with her (if that was even possible?).

To be her everything. To bring her nothing but peace and love and joy for the rest of their days.

Instead...Luke said nothing. He kept it all inside.

Rey waited. Tears were forming in her eyes.

She'd gotten it all wrong. He knew. She was sure he didn't want her anymore because she had offered herself too easily. She'd exposed herself, and instead of it being intimate, it'd been slutty..maybe he'd lowered his opinion of her now. Or seen how young her body was and realised she was practically a kid. Only she wasn't a kid, she was 19 years old dammit! A grown woman. But to Luke's 55 years, she guessed she was just that... a kid to him.

Tears streamed down Rey's face as she stormed out of Luke's room and slammed the door.

Luke put his head in his hands...