"How about you put on a shirt first?" Luke grumbles and hands a rather wrinkled one to Poe, glad to have him cover up his partial nudity as he follows Rey's appraising gaze. It is not that he is jealous by nature or doubts Rey's love towards himself-in fact he can feel it burning strong and warm in every moment-but the possibility of her liking another makes his skin crawl. He feels guilty for his reaction, and yet it is only proof, that he doesn't want to lose the one who has finally made his life take a turn for the better.
"Now that's interesting" The pilot grins from one ear to the other "Are you jealous, Luke?"
The protest comes too fast to be true "Of course not!"
Poe merely nods, the grin never leaving his face. The older man groans and rests his head in the palm of his human hand until a warm touch on his cheek makes him look up again.
"You don't have to defend your place with me Luke." Rey whispers into his ear.
"I know. Forgive me" She kisses his cheek "No offense taken." The gesture is accompanied with cheering from both Poe and Finn, making them flush in an instant.
"Stop that!" Rey protests.
"Why?" Poe crosses his arms and leans back with a self-satisfied smile "You two are positively adorable"
"None of your business Dameron!" Luke huffs.
"Ouch. You hurt my feelings!" The pilot places a hand over his heart, feigning to quell an ache.
"Your own fault."
"Spoilsport" The younger man mumbles and gives up for the time being. BB-8 bumps his knee gently-which in its case means causing Poe to emit a pained noise and hold his leg. "Careful buddy. I still need this!" The droid lowers its head in shame. "Hey" Poe pets it "I didn't mean it like that". BB-8 chirps happily.
"He wants to hear your story sunhine. And frankly, so do I"
"Me too" Finn throws in, making known that he is still there as well.
"Hm…" Rey rubs her chin in thought "Where should I begin?" She is cut off by crunching noises.
"What?" She looks at Poe, scandalized.
"A good story needs good food! Wanna try some" He holds out a bag filled with some kind of crisps until this moment unknown to her.
"What is that?" She asks and picks out one.
"They call it chips. A buddy of mine bought them on a far off planet-no clue how he even ended up there-and...well, favors, right?" His feisty grin returns as he munches on another piece noisily. "By all means, go on!"
Rey only sighs and begins her tale, how she got to the island, how she heroically and with no little effort -it gains her an eyeroll from Luke saying 'exaggerating, aren't you'-and how she found him staring at the sea.
"So that is what you've been doing all that time commander? I'm disappointed" It is met by a simultaneous "Shut up Dameron" From Luke and Rey, followed by a brief and loving eye contact.
"Can I go on now? Thank you!" She eyes the rest of their little group, then nods, satisfied to have gained their attention once again. "So, I saw him standing there and remembered I still had this light saber…"
"The one Maz Kanata gave you?" Finn asks.
"Yup. Turns out it once belonged to Luke and his father before him"
"Wooooow" The former trooper looks at her, eyes wide and upper body leaned forward, eager to hear more.
Rey goes on and on, reporting about her first days on the isle, about the way Luke was still withdrawn in the beginning and the way she always felt self-conscious in his presence. She tells them about training, how hard it was at first to put it to action the things he demanded of her. What she skips, however, are their innumerable fights born out if her stubbornness and frustration, as well as his inability to trust her at first. Those are private matters not meant for other people's ears. She can sense Luke is grateful for it, even fills in some of the gaps at times.
They go on and on, interchanging between excited silence, gasps, sometimes laughs, whenever they come to describing another silly mishap, cheers at Luke bringing up the courage to ask for her hand in marriage and utter awe of her building her own lightsaber.
"Will you show us? How does it work?" Poe is by now sitting on the edge of his chair, close to slipping down to the ground.
"In here? Isn't that dangerous?" Rey draws the handle out of her bag, but hesitates.
"Let me see!" The pilot snatches it from her and and turn it this way and that, examining the ridges and smooth planes, tests the balance and finally angles it in a fighting position. "This is so exciting! What does this button do?"
"Poe, no!" Rey tries to take it back but it is too late. Both sides ignite, on of them piercing the chair mere inches from Poe's crotch. Shocked, he drops it, the handle falling to the ground while he remains seated, frozen in place.
"That was a close call" Rey chastises him "Why didn't you listen to me?"
"I-I -I" Poe stutters, pale as a sheet.
The young woman shakes her head and lightly touches his arm "You alright Poe?" He nods shakily.
"Good. Now, didn't you have a meeting with the general?"
He nods. "Yeah, why?" His voice is still a little shaky.
"You're running late."
Poe jumps out of his seat, cursing. "Why the heck didn't you tell me?!" He fixes them with an irked glare.
"You were busy emasculating yourself" Rey giggles.
"So not funny missy! How bad is it? Wait, no. Don't tell me. It is bad"
The rest of his stream of curses is lost to their ears as he storms off, followed by an agitated BB-8
"Should we help him?" Finn asks?
"We can pick up what's left once the general is done with him."
Luke winces.
"This is all my fault."
"Nah, don't worry." She squeezes his shoulder "He will be fine, right Finn?"
The former trooper shrugs. "Probably."