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"So, what's something fun?" Rey asks as they wander across the Supremacy.

Something fun. Go out. Let people see you. Have fun.

Well, they eat. There is food on the F-Deck. So, they're off in search of step one of Mission: Have Fun. Namely, they're going to eat, together, in public.

It's one of the handful of times they've been out, Kylo without his do-not-recognize spell, just walking. He's in his casual blacks, and she's in one of her hanyifus. This one is beige with bits of green on the cuffs and hems. The fabric is shinier than anything she'd have picked for herself, but it's also really soft, and obviously Jon thought it looked appropriate, so…

Go out, have fun, look like… Lady Ren, or at least a spiffier version of Rey… or something.

They're holding hands. And people are definitely looking.

Kylo smirks at her. I know what I consider fun.

She rolls her eyes a bit. Yes, well we were told to do something fun, in addition to that.

His smirk widens. Then he says, with his voice, since this is a conversation other people can overhear. "I guess, we could go see a show."

"Do they have shows here?"

"I can't imagine she'd have suggested it if they don't."

"Fair point."

He's looking around them. Shops and restaurants line the halls. In between them are benches, tables, and chairs, throngs of people seeking dinner, and small carts selling drinks and snacks. He doesn't see what he's looking for, but… "I think they have at least one cinema somewhere on the F-Deck."

She glances up at him, curious. "I don't know what a cinema is."

Kylo purses his lips. He hasn't actually seen one, either, though when he and the Knights got to the Finalizer, Kammun sought one out and told him about it. "Kind of like a play, but instead of live in front of you, it's recorded on a holo or sim projection, and you sit back and watch it."

Rey thinks about it as they walk, both of them aware of the eyes on them. Kylo nudges a bit closer to her, draping his arm over her shoulder, not caring if it looks like he's trying to protect her. Maybe sending the signal that there is at least one thing on this ship he adores is worthwhile.

She gives him a little squeeze, her arm wrapping around his waist, and then she pauses for a second, raising her face to his, and he gives her a quick kiss. It might have been a longer one, but they can both feel the wave of shock, and they hear the people around them going silent.

It's not that shocking, is it? Rey thinks to him.

He half shrugs. They can both feel the people around them responding to it. I think it's more that it's me, as opposed to this isn't something couples do in public.

She nods at that, looking around, and it's true, they aren't the only people close and touching as they walk. She also notices, as she really feels the people around them, that a lot of them, even the shocked ones, approve of this.

Do you think there might be some version of the sort of story Ellie's talking about? At the cinema?

He doesn't physically shrug. He's not looking at her at all, working on his mental conversation without giving it away face. If she's right about billions of them being sold a year, I'd imagine there would have to be, but… Again, I'm not even entirely sure if we've got a cinema.

Any idea how we'd find out?

I'd imagine that's information C8 can access.

So… shall we see a show?

He smiles at her, and kisses the top of her head. "I'd like that." They take a few more steps, and then Rey says, "Dinner?"

Kylo nods. "Dinner."

Dinner is easier said than done. As of this point in time, they've had exactly one meal, in public, as Master Ren and Rey of the Maji, and not only did they host that one, but the menu was chosen ahead of time, and it was served to them by a slew of droids.

This is not that.

In the kilometer long market section of the F-deck they're currently in, there are forty-three sit down restaurants or cafes, another sixty-eight stand up places, and close to a hundred food carts.

Just picking something is a daunting task.

A daunting task made somewhat trickier by the fact that every time they try to get close enough to a place to see a menu, one of two things happens: if it's the sort of place people are standing in line, they go sprinting away. After all, it wouldn't do to be the person to make Master and his companion to have to wait in line. Or, if it's a sit down place, everyone goes silent and stares, and both of them can feel the manager/owner/chef whomever is in charge, silently begging them to either come in or run away, depending on how good they think the food is that night.

At the fifth place where the man at the door is more or less begging them to come in as they look at the posted menu and the patrons who are already seated are all watching them, Kylo thinks to Rey, Being seen is overrated.

She makes herself not smile, makes herself keep reading the menu. You're right about that. I have a feeling that whatever fun is for us, it doesn't involve being recognized.

Amen.

Amen?

It's how Wookies end prayers. Means something like, so let it be.

Amen, then. So, we going to make the… what is he? Rey eyes the man watching them intently from just on the other side of the glass door. He's all but vibrating with desire to see them enter.

Owner, I think.

Really happy and eat something here?

The menu looks fine. If it were coming to his room and he could eat it in private, Kylo'd even be enthusiastic about it. Out here with everyone else, he's feeling tepid at best.

"Sure," he opens the door, and a beaming smile spreads across the owners face.

"Master Ren! Mistress… Welcome!" He ushers them to a table toward the front windows, and then pauses, "Do you prefer to be seen or something private?"

It's a fairly small place. Only a dozen tables and a bar at the back. Kylo's not sure what private may be here, but…

"Private, if you have it," Rey says.

And a moment later, the owner is leading them back, behind the bar, to… "Oh," Rey's looking at a tiny space off of the kitchen. There's a table and some sort of shelf with plants on it and not much else. The table isn't set, and Rey's getting the idea that part of the reason the man was so eager for them to come in is that this room is empty.

"We occasionally do private parties, or intimate dinners here," the owner says with a smile. "Please, sit, be comfortable. We'll get it set up in a heartbeat," and then he's out of there, leaving the two of them in a small room with a table and four chairs.

"Okay, this isn't bad," Kylo says, sitting down. Rey nods, looking around. There are paintings on the walls of a place she doesn't know, and unfortunately there are no words on the paintings so she can't figure it out.

Kylo can feel what she's wondering and shakes his head. "I don't know, either. I'm sure he'd be happy to tell us about it if we asked."

Rey joins him, sitting on his lap, letting him stroke her back. She closes her eyes and rests against him for a moment. Then she says, "I bet asking about it is the sort of thing that goes with being human and approachable."

He kisses the top of her head. "Ellie would probably approve."

"Probably." She sits up so she can look at the pictures easily. "You know what the annoying bit it?"

He knows, but he asks anyway. Sometimes talking matters. "What?"

"I would have asked without thinking, but now I can't not think about it, so I've got to decide if this is something I'm supposed to do, instead of just doing it."

He holds her close, and kisses her again. "Welcome to my life."

"I didn't get the sense that was part of it you enjoyed."

"Not particularly." He sighs a little. "According to Luke, this is part of being aware of other people. Knowing that they have wants and needs and desires all their own. Not knowing immediately what you're supposed to do is part of taking the people around you into consideration. He thought it was a good thing. Something about only cocksure fools think they're doing the right thing all the time."

"He was thinking about your dad when he said that, wasn't he?"

"Mom actually, and he was really trying not to." Kylo says with a bit of a smile. It wasn't funny at the time, but now… He's about to expound on that a bit more, when two people rush into the room, one with a bundle of… stuff… and the other with a bottle of something, and a plate with some sort of food on it.

They both stop the second they get into the room, like they didn't believe their boss when he said the Master and his lady were in the private room. They do now.

Then the one with the bundle gets to work, fast. She says something, also fast and under her breath. Neither of them can really hear, but they get the idea. Rey stands up, and Kylo pushes back from the table.

She lays out a cloth, and cutlery, and glasses, and small plates, and… "I haven't seen one of them in years," Kylo says. He knows Rey's never seen one. It's an actual wax candle that she lights, setting a small flame dancing on the table for them.

She nods, fast, and then darts away from them, blushing.

The other lady has the plate with the food on it, and places it on the table. "Appetizer salad. This is a collection of nibbles from the chef to whet the palate while you decide what you want." Then she uncorks the bottle of… it's got to be wine by the scent, and pours each of them a glass, unasked. "Valkierian Garnet Hyssop, BB… Uh…" It's clear she's fumbling with translating the date into Order standard.

Kylo waves that away. "Neither of us drink enough wine to be able to tell one planet from another, let alone harvest year."

Rey's looking at the deep red, almost black liquid in her glass. "I take it this is special?"

That puts the server at ease. "Yes, Mistress. Myrkle's," that has to be the name of the boss, "family ran that vineyard for more than three hundred years. This is one of the few surviving bottles."

"What happened to the vineyard?" Rey asks.

Kylo has a pretty good idea. The date on the bottle is from the Old Republic Era.

"It was nationalized by the Empire, my lady. Turned to… food production. They didn't see any reason to let good land 'go to waste' on 'fripperies' when grain prices were too high."

"Oh," Rey says. She turns to the pictures on the walls around them, and some of them are of vines on sloping hills. "Is that Valkieria?"

"It is."

"And the food?" Kylo asks.

"As much as can be had here." She jerks a little, "Oh," and scurries out, and is back a moment later with the menus. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Rey says.

Kylo doesn't look at the menus. "Have Myrkle make us whatever it is he enjoys eating. Whatever means home to him." He touches the bottle of wine. "Something that goes with this."

The waitress smiles at them. "He's going to like that. Can I get you anything else?"

Rey shakes her head, and Kylo says, "Not right now."

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit to check on you," and then she leaves.

The food on the plate is not what Rey thinks of as a salad. There doesn't appear to be any fresh vegetables to start with. Though there are cured meats, some sort of cheeses, dried berries, a paste of some sort, small bits of bread, and pickles.

Rey's looking at the wine, nervously. "Do you think we'll insult him horribly if we don't finish the bottle?"

Kylo hadn't thought of that. "I hope not." He picks up his glass and takes a sniff. "Smells good."

Rey's skeptical of that. Every wine she's smelled has made her think of rotting grapes.

"No, really, try it," he says as he takes a taste. "Tastes pretty good, too."

A tentative sniff tells her that this doesn't smell like rotting grapes. Doesn't smell like alcohol, either. "It smells… red."

That's as good a word as he's going to come up for it, so why not. "Smells like it's color. Deep, brilliant garnet."

"Black with a glowing heart," she touches his hand, and wonders idly if this is intentional or not. Then she tries a sip. It's not unpleasant. It doesn't taste like the few swallows of wine she's had before. It actually doesn't taste like much of anything. It's more a feel in her mouth, round, supple, almost dry yet somehow wet, and again a glowing red dulled through a veil of black.

Kylo nods, feeling her taste it, and then he picks up one of the little pieces of bread, and puts a bit of cheese and some of the dried fruits on it. "I've seen my mother do this. I think. It was a long time ago."

"So, little pre-dinner sandwiches?"

"I think so. Just one piece of bread, though."

Rey lays a thin slice of some sort of meat on one of the little, hard, dried breads, and then takes a nibble. It's another bite of food she more feels than tastes. Salty and rich, that's the first hit, then a sort of soft, supple fattiness as the meat… melts… but it's meat so it can't really melt, but it feels that way, on her tongue.

It's good with the wine.

Better with a bit of cheese and one of the dried berries on top.

Rey looks at the bottle. She can read the date on it, but doesn't know Old Republic to Imperial to New Republic to Order. "How old do you think it is?"

Kylo just shrugs. He tries a piece of hard cheese with some of the honey. That's good, too. He gives her the other bite of it, and Rey nods.

As she's chewing, he says, "If it was vinted by Jedi monks, and they put their old dates on it, I'd have a shot, but… I don't remember what the Old Republic calendar was at when they turned to Imperial Era 1."

She swallows. "At least fifty years old."

"At least fifty years old." Kylo glances around at the images on the walls. Rolling hills, vineyards, fat and happy animals lazing about in the sunshine, nibbling the grapes. Maybe they're the source of the meat and cheese. "Luke talked, a little, about the Empire nationalizing farms. Once, he mentioned that if Artoo hadn't shown up, and kicked off his quest for Leia, and then that kicked off the Rebellion finally winning, he likely would have still been on Tatooine, waiting for the Empire to show up."

"Why were they doing it?"

"Supposedly too many people, and not enough food. Part of what the Rebellion was rebelling against was starvation conditions on a lot of worlds. Mom would have told you that the way the Empire was nationalizing the farms made those starvation conditions worse. I'd be willing to bet that Pat would tell you that those people were already starving, and getting the farms up and producing took time, and the Rebellion just capitalized on an inevitable situation."

And both of them are willing to bet that the truth was likely somewhere in between. Getting farms up and producing likely does take time, and a starving population is a population that's not causing too much trouble.

They feel, more than hear, a presence behind them. It's Myrkle, with a basket in hand, and some very good smelling bread in the basket.

"I'm sorry to intrude."

"You're not intruding," Rey says. "I was wondering how old the wine is."

Myrkle smiles a little at the question. "This bottle. Two hundred and fifty years old." He places the bread on the table.

"And the pictures on the walls? Is this where the wine comes from?" Rey asks.

"As best my grandmother could remember. These are copies of the paintings she made of their home…"

As Rey's asking Myrkle about Valkieria, Kylo's thinking, mostly about his mother, who always seemed to do this effortlessly, and what, in this position, she would chose to do. What would be warm, and friendly, and personable, and…

"…after they lost the farm, they went to Coruscant, and started up a restaurant. That was where my father grew up."

"How did you get here?" Rey asks.

There are six chairs at the table, and they are, obviously, only taking up two of them. Kylo pulls one of them out. "Join us? We're not going to drink the whole bottle ourselves, so… unless you're personally cooking the food, share your gift with us?"

He can feel Rey smiling at him for that.

Myrkle looks stunned, and almost alarmed, a little nervous at messing this up, but… He does sit, for a moment, then he's up a heartbeat later, getting a glass, and pouring some for himself. "This was from the heart of the vineyard. Wines that were bottled and stored for celebrations."

"And you'd give it to us?" Rey asks.

He takes a long swallow, eyes closed, feeling it on his tongue, and then smiles. "Well, my lady, how often do I have the Master and his…?" He lets that dangle before saying, "Will you forgive the question… none of us know exactly what you are to each other… Just that you are."

"Wife," Kylo says. "Kylo and Rey."

Myrkle's beaming at that. "How often do I have the Master and his bride, in my restaurant, sharing a glass with me? If this is not a celebration, what is?"

Kylo smiles genuinely at that. "Indeed. So, tell us about," he gestures at the food in front of them. "How are you supposed to eat it? We made little sandwiches, but…"

And Myrkle, very pleased to be sharing some of his favorite things with two people who are both insanely powerful, stupidly in love, and apparently genuinely interested in his food, has a very good time doing so.

Two hours later, they're beyond well fed, fairly tipsy, in possession of more information about Valkieria than they ever expected to have, along with plans to visit at some point, and directions to a cinema, which, according to Myrkle absolutely should have at least three romances playing tonight.

(Apparently, there's some sort of service on the datapads, that not only has a map of F-Deck, showing where everyone lives, all the businesses, and what they sell; there are also listings of every show playing at the cinemas, what those shows are, and when.)

So, having borrowed Myrkle's datapad for a bit (He's very nice about not being completely stunned to see the Master of the Order didn't know that the Supremacy directory was a thing.) they've located a promising looking romantic comedy, and head off, in a somewhat more giggly and looser than normal sort of way.

(Myrkle will later report, that even though he only had two glasses of wine, that just being near the two of them made him feel tipsy. Apparently, the Master or possibly his wife, maybe both, can, if they're in their cups… cup, Kylo had two glasses, and Rey one… project mild inebriation.)

Unlike dinner, they decide to attend the cinema in stealth style. They just want to watch the thing, not attract attention, so a few steps away from Myrkle's they just vanish into the crowd, and become two random members of it.

Which works better because they don't have to Force wrestle the attendant at the cinema into taking payment from them. (Which they absolutely had to do with Myrkle.)

And then… It's a big dark room with a lot of seats. Kylo decides that he's tall enough he's not doing any favors for anyone who might sit behind him, plus he's generally not comfortable allowing people to sit behind him. Granted, he'll know if they try something before they try it, but it still makes him itchy in a way he doesn't generally like. So they go to the seats in the far back of the room, and wait.

Eventually, more people shuffle in, sit down, talk quietly.

Eventually, the lights turn off, everyone shuts up, and the movie begins.

It's a romance all right. Probably. They've been in it for about ten minutes and… okay, other than the fact that everyone in this thing is stupidly attractive, not much is happening. Romances are supposed to have plots, right?

Bored? He thinks to Rey.

She's not exactly fidgeting, but it's clear this isn't doing it for her. I'm mentally going over tomorrow's lessons with the kids. Do you think people really enjoy this?

Kylo stops focusing on the movie and starts focusing on the people around them. Rey does likewise, answering her own question.

Apparently, yes. He thinks to her. There is a general sense of anticipation among the other cinema-goers, but what, exactly they're looking forward to isn't abundantly clear.

Apparently. What are they getting out of this that we… oh… Rey's eyebrows have risen. The characters on the screen are getting significantly more interesting by the second.

Kylo's have, too. Ah… Well… Yes… That's… Uh… He's not blushing. Rey's leaning forward a bit, her interest in the movie picking up rapidly.

The very pretty people on the screen have gone from verbally sniping at each other to kissing, and petting, and more kissing, and… Okay…

Both of them are rapidly coming to a conclusion as to why people might want to watch something like this.

People watch this in public… Rey's thinking.

Not that I knew of, but… Well, they're very pretty, and the kissing is intense, and the lady isn't wearing a whole lot of clothing. Everything Kylo'd prefer an uninterrupted view of is currently covered, but the man is moving his hand toward her breast, and about to get her shirt off, and… the lady's leg is crooked over the man's hip, so…

This could be promising, Kylo thinks to Rey. He'll admit, that when they looked for a romance this wasn't what he thought they were going to get, but he's not averse to watching attractive people get naked and fuck. (He is a little surprised to see this is a thing people do in large anonymous groups, though.)

Fuck! Rey thinks it to him, frustration pounding off of her.

Kylo's not thrilled with this twist in the plot, either.

The… annoying comic relief just walked in, and is standing around, supposedly oblivious to what's going on, and the pretty people are now pretending nothing was up, badly. The Handsome Man has the Pretty Lady's lipstick on his face. And then, they're back to snarking at each other.

Apparently not, Kylo thinks back.

Comic Relief makes a joke, but neither he nor Rey get it. Everyone around them is sniggering in a sort of dirty amusement, so it's got to be a sex joke, but…

I take it you don't know what a dildo is, Rey thinks to Kylo.

Other than something that appears to make people laugh, and feel vaguely naughty about it, no. I suppose if we focused in, we could find out.

Rey continues to feel the general mood of the people around them. I'm not sure I want to get that close.

Me, too. I'll ask Jon if I remember.

Good.

The snarking is kind of boring, and Comic Relief, who genuinely is funny, has wandered off, taking the guy with him, and… Well, Kylo was at least vaguely interested when the woman was on screen, but Handsome Man and the Comic Relief snarking with each other is doing exactly nothing for him, so… He starts to pay attention to the other people in the audience.

They like it. He thinks to Rey.

She nodding along… I liked the kissing. This is dull… The tenor of the snarking is shifting and now Comic Relief and the Handsome Man are really looking at each other and… Or maybe not. I might be starting to like this, Rey thinks to Kylo. She doesn't mind pretty boys kissing each other, at all.

He rolls his eyes. If there's a sequel, maybe you and Jon can enjoy it together.

You're just annoyed the lady isn't on the screen right now.

Well, yes. Neither of the men are even remotely interesting to me.

Rey spends a moment really watching the Handsome Man and Comic Relief. I like them.

I know, I can feel it.

Well, ride it off of me. You'll probably enjoy this more.

He half-inclines his head, and then slouches down a bit, resting his head on her shoulder. He lets his mind settle onto hers, and… it's an odd sensation, because as himself, pretty boys snogging away (and for them shirts go flying. There are four hairy boobs on screen now, and Kylo wanted to see exactly none of them… more eye rolling on that) just doesn't do anything, but he can also feel Rey vividly enjoying it, so…

That's something. It's more than a bit surreal, because his personal body isn't exactly equipped with the bits of hers where she's very concretely enjoying this, and normally, when he's riding the sensations off of her sexual experience, his own bits are very involved, too. If she's hot and wet and ultra-sensitive, he can feel it through her body and generally on or at least with his. But the part of his body he usually experiences sexual arousal and interest through is currently located in his own trousers, and hasn't exactly gotten the idea that anything is going on, yet. Though if this keeps up, and if he keeps watching it through Rey's experience of it, it likely will.

He tries to feel what Rey likes about the guys, but… He knows it's real, he can feel her enjoying it, and if he wants to, he can ride her pleasure in it, but he can't empathize with it.

Then the girl shows up, and apparently she's not a fan of the pretty boys kissing, either, because she gets upset at them.

Handsome Man appears to be confused by this, because though he's certainly pretty, he's also dumber than a bantha, and…

More talking.

Comic Relief and Pretty Lady storm off in a huff, another dildo joke that gets a lot of laughing, and Handsome Man looks annoyed.

Rey thinks to him. You think this is going to have the solution I'd expect?

I'm honestly not sure.

Comic Relief and Pretty Lady head off, together, and get talking, and a plan is born.

I'll admit that's not what I was expecting. Rey thinks to Kylo a few moments later when bitching about Handsome Man turns into a plan to get caught 'making out' (Have you heard that term before? Rey thinks. Not since I was fifteen.) with each other, to show him how it feels.

Is this supposed to be funny? Rey thinks.

Who cares, she's taking her shirt off, finally!

Rey snuggles into Kylo, thinking, She has really nice breasts. They're high and round, and a pretty caramel brown color with mahogany nipples, and Comic Relief is squeezing one of them.

Kylo's caught, stuck between appreciating Pretty Lady's now topless state, and the fact that he can feel Rey enjoying it, too. Just like the pretty boys. Well… no… not just like it. It's a bit less intense, and a little more longing than when she's watching the boys, maybe a bit of a sense that she'd also like some very high, round boobs, but… It's very much not how he's responding to it.

She does. Those are lovely, and there are a whole lot of things he wouldn't mind getting the chance to do with them. He can feel Rey's interest in that, too. What he might want to do, and how it might feel to watch or play along with something like that.

A really vivid image of the two of them with the girl between them bursts into Kylo's mind, and he's got no idea of if it's his or Rey's. Kylo's not sure what to do with that. Then he nuzzles at Rey's shoulder and cups her breast. I like yours better.

I know.

I really like what's attached to them better.

She kisses him, sweetly, before whispering in his ear, "I know."

He smirks at her, and then nudges her a bit, so she settles into his lap. Okay, this is improving things.

She wriggles pleasantly against him. Yes, it is.

As Pretty Lady and Comic Relief planned, Handsome Man walked in on them before they could do much beyond get her shirt off, which was… Expected but somewhat disappointing.

What's not disappointing is Rey in Kylo's lap.

This is warm and nice, and she's rocking against him in a very pleasant and distracting sort of way. (Which he appreciates because apparently getting walked in on has resulted in everyone getting completely dressed and more talking, which is not, in either Rey or Kylo's opinion, improving the film.)

He's playing with the hem of her skirt, thinking… It is a dark room… And… well, it's not like anyone is going to look at them… And it would be… fun.

Rey wriggles a bit against him. You hoping to put Jon's fun with blind corners to the test?

Kylo's honestly not sure. Part of him is really enjoying the idea. Really enjoying the idea. And Rey is deliberately rubbing up against that part with her exceptionally sweet little ass, and he's very fond of that sensation, along with the other sensations she's not exactly promising, but is certainly suggesting could be coming his way.

Part of him is very aware of the fact that they're in a theater with a whole lot of people, and… well, he's just not that drunk. Two glasses of wine is actually really nice. He's feeling pretty relaxed and calm and just… good. But not… reckless.

He nibbles her ear a little, and thinks, Maybe? He thinks about the movie a bit. Wanna make out?

Rey giggles out loud at that. Which, fortunately isn't completely out of line because the actors are talking again, and comic relief said something vaguely funny, so…

And how do we do that? Rey thinks to Kylo.

He glances to the left and right. They're the only people in the back row. The arm rest thingies between the seats can be pushed up, so he pushes the ones on the seats next to them up, and shifts a bit so Rey's sitting across his lap, instead of in it.

Then he gently pulls her lips to his. I understand it involves kissing and groping.

She traces her lips over his, following with her tongue, just lightly stroking it along his bottom lip. Uh huh. And how do you understand that?

He catches her tongue with his lips, sucking it gently. It's possible I may have overheard a story or two back when I was young.

Her hand traces down his chest, and is about to settle in his lap when he grabs it, and redirects it to his chest.

She breaks the kiss and raises an eyebrow at him. No groping there?

He grins at her, traces his hand from her toes to mid-thigh, and then lifts off, skittering to her waist, and up her torso, settling on her bosom, before tracing up her shoulder to the back of her neck. Groping here. Anywhere else is out of bounds.

She takes his hand in hers, and begins to lightly stroke against his wrist. This game has weird rules.

I don't disagree. He takes her cheek in his hand, and begins to lightly trace her lips with his tongue. But maybe it'll be fun.

And, tonight, we're all about fun, right?

His fingers slip from her cheek to the nape of her neck, and he draws her closer as he deepens the kiss. All about fun.

Making out is different.

It's not that they don't cuddle or kiss or pet or… Anything they're doing right now. All of it's familiar. (Though Kylo's mildly surprised to see how sensitive his nipples actually are. Rey generally doesn't play with them this much, and… he's actually rather liking that. Granted, it could also be that he's got her to the point where she's full body quivering each time he draws the pad of his fingers over one of hers, and she could be projecting that onto him. Either way, he's enjoying it.) It's just different.

If they were home, in their bed, or the pool, or a hotel room… or anywhere private, they'd be done by now.

Wet, tired, blissful and sated.

And right now they are most decidedly not.

He's starting to come to the conclusion that the other young Jedi he heard talking about this were lying about the rules, or were punishing themselves more effectively than he ever did with his almost complete abstinence and occasional wanking.

This is torture. He can feel his pulse in his shaft. He can feel Rey's pulse in her lips and under his fingertips. The fingertips lightly, so, so lightly slipping over her nipple, making her writhe against him, her body across his lap almost giving him just a bit of pressure and friction where he needs it, but not quite there.

In his later years with Luke, when he was past the erection-on-legs stage of life, after he'd learned control, Kylo didn't exactly have a sex-life. He had… a sort of anti-sex life.

As Luke had said, trying to be calm, and only slightly blushing, that, 'Once mastery of your sexual desires has been obtained, your body will regulate itself and take care of any needs it might have."

It was clear Ben, who was twelve when Luke said that to him, and had not yet woken up sticky and confused from any "intense" dreams, had no idea what Luke was talking about.

So, again attempting to be calm and not exactly meeting Ben's eyes, Luke explained about nocturnal emissions, and how the Force, in It's wisdom, had designed their bodies to meet their needs if they'd just let them, and that waiting would often feel difficult, but that the Force would reward them for mastering themselves, and the experience was generally rather pleasurable and worth looking forward to.

Years later, Ben hit the point where he could, just by the feel of his body, know when said reward was coming.

Right now, with Rey in his lap, not touching his shaft, which is so hard, it's almost vibrating with need, and thrumming with each heartbeat, he feels like he's getting ready to sleep on one of those nights. He's letting her feel the sensation of it, sharing the memories.

If it was warm enough, he'd strip off his sleep trousers, and pull his night shirt up so it wouldn't brush his shaft. Just the rustle of his clothing and breath against his shaft was… almost enough. It couldn't… quite… do it, so it was mostly just torturous frustration, but… almost.

The brush of her hip, almost where he needs it. The thrum of electric pleasure of his fingers on her nipples, or hers on his, it's just, almost there.

As a younger man, he'd lay on his hands, so he wouldn't be tempted to cheat. He'd wait, not patiently, because he was never good at patient, but he'd wait, and fall asleep, and have very intense dreams. They weren't even wildly explicit, because at that point he didn't exactly have enough information for his imagination to come up with explicit dreams, but the sensations were intense.

He'd wake up soaked, and each time, he'd be proud of, finally, having done something right.

After all, good Jedi submitted themselves to the Force, and let It take care of them.

Rey licks his neck, sucking a gently, pulling the blood to the surface, and even more pleasure through his skin.

How do you feel about submitting to me?

His whole body quivers with the answer. Yes!

Rey's kissing his ear, hand stroking over his stomach, fiddling with the button on his pants. She's not opening them, yet. She is teasing him, because each brush of her fingers over the button on the fly sends just, barely, a hint of friction to his shaft. She's winding through his memories of those nights, laying there, quivering, just the feel of the air, and his breath, the occasional brush of his pubic hair against the base of his shaft if he shifted a bit, and how days, weeks sometimes of denial make everything so vibrant. She threads through his memory of the dreams, mostly the feel of them, playing with the sensation of being so ready and needy and hard.

She sucks on his earlobe, fingertip gliding over the metal of his trouser button, and then thinks at him, No more waiting. Then she slips her hand down, cupping him through his trousers, and Kylo groans a whole lot louder than he'd intended to, full body shuddering at the feel of her hand, warm and firm, cradling him.

He feels her smile against his ear. Maybe you can wait longer, but I can't wait another fucking second to get you inside of me.

He turns his face to hers, cupping his hand against the back of her head, and kisses her, deeply. Yes!

His fingers slip under her skirt, and his lips ghost over her neck. He traces the tips of his fingers over the seam of her leggings. Light, delicate touches, enough to make her squirm, pressing against him, looking for more friction.

Kylo, don't tease. An hour was more than enough.

He pulls her lips to his. They're plump, hot, swollen from so many kisses. I've waited weeks, eighteen days once, an hour is nothing.

She scoots, so she's facing him, pelvis flush to his, and begins to rock gently, Kylo!

His hands find her hips, and he encourages her motion. It's just… so good. It'd be better if they weren't wearing leggings and trousers, but…

As soon as he's thought it she's caught it, and thinking at him, How… his shaft is keeping just enough pressure on her pearl… good… it's hard to stay focused on what she's trying to keep in mind… is the do not look spell?

He can feel what she wants to do next. Stand up, pull him out of his trousers, and settle back onto him, and right now… He's sober now, stone cold sober, but he's so wound up he wants to scream, so…

Fuck it, He's the Master of this ship and if they're a whirlwind romance, let them whirl.

Good enough.

She's up, pulling off her leggings, and he's undoing his belt and fly, fishing his shaft out of his trouser and hissing in relief at the feel of anything touching him. He can feel her magic, redoubling the do-not-look. Everyone around them, though the closest ones are a few rows ahead of them, are all staring straight at the screen.

Once he's out, she sinks onto him, and doesn't groan, but they both want to. It's do-not-look, not do-not-hear.

His lips are pressed to her neck, just below her ear, so she can hear and feel his breath, and the oooo fuck that purrs from her mind to his shivers through him.

Exactly.

It's just so wrong.

This isn't out in a secluded alleyway. They're in the back of a theater, with at least fifty other people around them, and…

They won't look.

But they could.

And again, it's Do not look, not do not hear and even with the sound of the movie, which is fairly loud, they aren't silent, and that wet, slick, slide squish… She's so wet. They played with each other for so long, and she's just soaked, and he's been leaking, adding to the wet, and they're just gliding, wet and supple and swollen and so sensitive, and… everyone around them… hidden but not… and they could get caught, and she's easing back up his shaft again, and there's this soft, wet little kiss sound as she pulls all the way off of him, and his head hits the back of the seat with a dull thud, and he hopes no one noticed that, and… fuck… she's just rubbing against his tip, and…

And fuck he suddenly knows exactly why Jon likes this because it's just so fucking wrong.

Rey's shifts her angle, sliding all the way down him, and rocking on him slow and deep, mostly to keep the sound down, or to kill him slowly, either, possibly both.

She's creeping up and up and up then grinding her pearl on the tip of him before slowly, so fucking slowly sinking all the way onto him, and Kylo's gripping the armrests so hard he's in danger of cracking them, except, that would make too much noise.

His head is against the back of the seat, and his eyes are closed, shutting down one line of information to make it easier to focus on another, her body, and that slow, easy glide. Her wet and slick and snug and…

And it's a terrible thought. So wrong. Luke's head would probably explode just at the idea, and every other Jedi to ever Jedi are all rolling in their collective graves, but… He doesn't fucking care.

He shifts the magic of the choke hold. He's certainly done that before, and with great success. That's just focusing his hand, and what he'd do with it, to a place where his hand isn't. His hands are on the armrests, but his middle finger starts a slow, steady circle.

Rey gasps, loud. Fortunately, the pretty lady, comic relief, and pretty boy are fucking, too, so they likely thought it was one of them.

Kylo smirks, for a second, and then… Holy fuck, she's doing it back to him. Her Force is gently, easily tugging on his stones, and… They're still in his trousers, but…

He doesn't groan, out loud. He does fill her head with a loud, enthusiastic FUCK!

He can feel her grinning, as she adds a delicious little roll to go with the way her hips are still slowly easing up and down him.

You're killing me!

She's high up, just the top few centimeters cradled inside of her, and she gives him a gentle squeeze. That's the point.

He can't stay still. His hips rock up to meet her, trying to get more friction, faster. His jaw clenches as he feels the slide of her body on his, and the wet embrace as he slips deeper into her. Fuck, Rey! FUCK!

The chair under them gives a loud creak, and they both go completely still. There's no way that was a scene in the movie, so… Some people look around. They can both feel a few of them sniggering, the idea that some people are really enjoying this movie doesn't seem to be too shocking to them.

Kylo's hands land on Rey's waist, pulling her completely down on his lap, burying himself in her wet, hot, rich, suppleness. Another groan makes it out of his lips as she squeezes around him, then light, soft flutters, and she's starting to rise again, and if she keeps this up, she's going to toss him over the edge.

Stay down he thinks to her, pinning her hips to his. He scoots forward and leans back a little, getting a deeper angle. Getting as far into her as his body and this position can go. Then he starts to quietly rock his hips, trying to bump that spot inside of her that really likes a bit of bumping now and again.

That gets a soft groan out of her. He's got the angle dead right. He slips his fingers between her lips. Stay quiet.

She sucks his fingers, and he groans in his head, rocking his hips just a little more. Just enough to get a little more pressure on that spot. Not so much as to make the chair creak again. This gentle up down, he can do this all day. It's not enough, not if he's not riding her good time, to get him over the line.

His other hand finds her pearl, circling fast and hard. But he can make it enough for her. Here, now. I'm going to fuck you through your spurt, then I'm taking us home where I can really move and fuck you through mine.

He feels her mental whimper, and her lips pursing on his fingers, and her delta clenching against his shaft.

She's breathing harder as his fingers fly, and the sound is soft, but not silent. Her breath. The wet slickery roll of his fingers on her pearl.

His mouth is on her shoulder, biting gently, helping to keep himself from following over her edge.

She feels so good on him, wet and plush and snug. Her head is back, throat long and white in the dim cinema lights , and he can feel the soft vibration of an almost moan cresting in her throat.

Quiet, love, quiet.

Another quivering almost moan as his fingers move faster and Rey grinds on his lap.

That's it. Take your pleasure on me, love. Let me feel you clench.

She's so close. Her pearl is slick and stiff, jutting out under his fingers. Her body is tight, thighs, back, butt, delta, all quivering just on the right side of her release.

Going to make you pulse, take you home, ass high in the air, and move! Side in hard and deep, hitting all those places you like, fast, so fucking fast, feel you ripple on me as I bury myself in you over and over, keep you twitching while I hit my spurt.

KYLO! That does it, she's pulsing against him, and he's ported, pulling them through space into their bedroom.

He doesn't want to pull out, but he's got to get them in a better position. "Elbows and knees!" He's skinning off his trousers, fast.

And she's on them, and he's on the bed, flipping her skirt over her back, pulling her onto him, deep, deep, deep inside, thrusting hard and fast, and she's still rippling against him, he call feel it, her spurt is easing off, but she's riding his which is building fast.

"FUCK!" he shouts it, because now they can be loud. His body is slamming into hers, wet slapping sounds filling their room, and Rey's moaning, deep, vibrant sounds of pleasure, and he's so fucking close, and so deep, and her body's hot and soft and wet and gliding over his.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," he's chanting it with each slap of his hips against her ass, and there, right, fucking there, it's growing, a hot, tight tingle of need and want, and he's clenching against her, grinding as the pulse shatters and everything goes just a hair tighter before every muscle in his body releases and his spurt spurts, washing through both of them in a glorious series of tingling waves.

He's draped over her, panting, head against her back.

He feels her giggle.

Funny? he thinks as he feels her back rising and falling against his chest, and both of their hearts starting to slow.

Just thinking. If we let them turn us into… The handsome prince and his lady… And Ellie's right, and they make stories and movies and the rest of this… Do you think one day there'll be some other couple sitting in a cinema doing this to a version of us?

Kylo buries his face in her hair and groans. He's not sure if that idea embarrasses him horribly, or is halfway to getting him hard again. "That's so wrong." He loops an arm around her waist and flops both of them onto their sides. He doesn't want to pull out, yet, but he's sure this isn't terrifically comfortable for her, and really, he doesn't want to support his own weight anymore, either.

She wriggles against him. "Not all of you seems to think so."

"I'm sure I've said it before, or at least thought it, that part is stupid."

She laughs at that, too. "That part likes me."

He snerks. "Well, I never said it had bad taste."

"Nice save, Ren."

He gives her a little bit of a squeeze and kisses the back of her neck. "So, did we have fun?"

She offers up a soft half-laugh at that. "Yeah, I think we did."