Chapter 5: Wild Wedding

Rey fiddled with the bouquet of roses in her hand, as she waited in the chapel entrance at the head of the line of bridesmaids. She felt a little conspicuous, with all the other girls paired off with Poe's groomsmen, while her partner was waiting at the other end of the aisle. But Finn had promised to save her a dance later, and they would be seated together at the reception.

The wedding march was about to play; Rey only needed to receive the signal from Artoo for when to start walking. Just then, Threepio came waddling out of the cloister.

"Oh, Mistress Rey! I do have terrible news! It's incredibly urgent!"

"What's wrong, Threepio?"

"Miss Bliss is having... well, I can't put it any other way except to say an emotional breakdown, my dear. She is asking for you."

Biting her lip, Rey allowed the protocol droid to lead her up the curved stone staircase leading to the cloister. She barely heard Artoo's whistled promise to hold the ceremony for her at her back.

Entering the sequestered room, Rey found Zorii on her knees, her bridal skirts flowing out around her and making her look as though she was a flower sprouting up through the varnished wood. Her hair was curled and cascading in waves down her back, with the right amount of rouge and make-up accentuating her full lips and sparkling hazel eyes.

Wordlessly, Rey helped the hyperventilating bride to her feet and guided her into a chair before the simple vanity, bending around to reapply the mascara in danger of running.

"I'm so nervous," Zorii panted, her breath coming in rough gasps. "I shouldn't be this nervous; I've seen and done too much. One risky job after another, I can get through fine, but I can't even walk 150 feet. What is wrong with me?"

"Nothing," Rey soothed. "You are only on that final phase of reaffirming that this is what you want. The fact that you are so terrified tells me - and should tell you - that this is the right thing. I'd be more concerned if you felt perfectly calm. You and me... we're both afraid, for good but different reasons."

Zorii raised her eyes to the Jedi, all at once appearing not like a fearless bounty hunter, but as a scared child. "Is it the right thing?"

"What does your heart tell you?" Rey prompted maternally.

"Yes," Zorii whimpered, her eyes filling with tears.

Rey smiled.

"What if they don't like me?" Zorii trembled. "Oh, my stars, I'm... I'm going to be the First Lady of the entire Republic. Me, an unworthy, bounty hunting -"

"Now, that's enough!" Rey stated firmly. "Poe chose you. And you chose him. And if I know that man, he wouldn't be happy with anyone else but you! Now take a deep breath, and go get him!"

Glancing at her Maid of Honor through the mirror, Zorii wetly smirked. "And you go get that Stormtrooper you've been pining over."

Rey froze. "Wh...what?" she stammered.

Zorii's grin just widened. "I know all about you and the Commandant's little 'date.' And I know the start of something when I see it."

"One wedding at a time!" Rey admonished, guiding Zorii out the door. "And for the record, it isn't a date."

"Sure it isn't."

Entering the chapel foyer, Rey handed over Zorii to Chewbacca. Zorii's parents had passed long ago, and so the Wookie had graciously offered to give her away.

The wedding march began to play and Rey led the procession into the chapel. Immediately, her eyes sought out Finn's at the altar, and she strangely lost her breath. The Best Man was dressed smartly in a three-piece suit - his Commandant apparel. Rey had never seen a Stormtrooper of the new Corps in uniform before - most of the Force-sensitive ones who agreed to come train with her on sabbatical arrived in civilian clothing - and she had to admit... she was impressed. Finn seemed to have also frozen upon seeing the Maid of Honor, before grinning broadly and winking at her. Rey smiled weakly back, a potent blush staining her cheeks. Taking her place directly opposite Poe and Finn, her best friend mouthed to her, "You look lovely."

Rey smiled again, averting her gaze shyly into her bouquet.

The music swelled, and the entire congregation rotated in their seats to glance back. A graceful swan rounded the corner, picturesque and stunning, her unparalleled beauty not hindered from being on the arm of an oversized, walking carpet.

Zorii glided down the aisle like an exquisite angel from the moons of Iego, her head held high. She was positively radiant, her bright smile only growing stronger upon seeing her future awaiting her. Rey gave her an encouraging grin.

Chewbacca handed the bride off to the President. Mon Mothma, looking far younger than her real age, stepped forward to preside over the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved: we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony, before the eyes of the Father, the Son and the Daughter of Mortis, and in the presence of this congregation. May I have the rings, please?"

Everyone chuckled as BB8 whirred down the aisle, squealing excitedly before coming to a stop at the feet of his master. Opening a compartment in his chest, the droid held out two rings to the couple. Poe and Zorii accepted them gratefully, the bride kneeling down - her skirts billowing out around her - so she could press a kiss to the droid's crown.

"Awww..." everyone cooed.

Poe and Zorii exchanged the rings, happily giving their vows. Poe had prepared an oratory that was clearly meant to rival his inaugural address.

"I made the mistake of leaving you behind once, Zorii. I am not going to lose you again, and I will love you for the rest of my days with pride."

Zorii's vows were far more simple. "When you left me, when I lost you, I felt so angry with you because I knew I would always remain in love with you. I love you, Poe." Taking a deep breath, she beamed at him with hope and adoration. "I love my husband."

Mon Mothma glanced between the couple approvingly. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce this couple man and wife. Mr. President, you may kiss your bride."

An absolutely ecstatic Poe lifted back Zorii's veil to find her flushing bright pink. But she swooned into his arms as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Mouths fell open as tongues pushed through, and Zorii eyes drifted shut as the sound of the entire church cheering seemed to fall away. Looping her arms around her husband's neck, she flung her bouquet aside, not caring to see where it landed or who caught it. Rose Tico ultimately intercepted it.

The reception was the most raucous party Rey had ever been to. And she had been to a few in her time. The victory celebration right after Exogol had lasted an entire week, and she didn't even remember half of it.

Taking a sip of punch, the Jedi turned when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. Spinning round, she felt her face grow hot when she saw that it was Finn.

"Miss Skywalker," he bowed.

"C... Commandant Stormbreaker," Rey stammered, her voice oddly formal as she dipped her head in polite acknowledgement.

"I believe my Maid of Honor promised me a dance." Rey's heart beat ectopically at Finn referring to her as his. The dark-skinned, handsome man thus invited her with a flourishing bow. "So, Madame Jedi: may I have the pleasure?"

Biting back a smile, Rey fanned her skirts in a curtsey. "You may, kind sir."

Chuckling adorably, Finn took her waist and guided her out onto the floor. Feeling his strong, calloused palm on the small of her back, Rey's breath hitched as she placed her own hand across his shoulder. Her eyelids grew heavy as Finn, having guided her out onto the dance floor, pulled her close and into him.

Nervously, the pair began an awkward waltz, holding each other's gazes for a time until the tension became too unbearable and they averted their eyes down to their feet. Finn seemed overly conscientious in making sure he didn't crush Rey's toes, and she appreciated his gallantry.

"I've never been to a wedding before," Rey spoke to her slippers, the fingers of her free hand squeezing around Finn's. "Force, I've never really danced before. I always imagined that someday I would dance at one of these parties with Ben, maybe even my own wedding..."

She was prattling, rambling on so tremulously that she wasn't even aware of what she was saying until Finn cut across her, the waltz swaying to an untimely halt. Voice stuttering off, Rey peered up into Finn's face, startled to discover the dark pools that were his eyes.

"Ben?" he frowned hard. "Who's Ben?"

Rey gulped, her throat potently wobbling. In another time, in another place, probably years from now and lightyears from here, she had promised herself that she would tell him of her lost sweetheart and pray to all the Jedi past, the Father and the Son and the Daughter of Mortis, and all Four Sages of Dwartii that her dearest friend would come to understand how she had fallen in love, once upon a time. But from the hard glint Finn now bestowed on her, Rey felt certain that he knew, or at least suspected, just which Ben she was referring to. And if he knew that much, he knew of her Ben's dark past. Even so, Rey willed herself to make it clear in a tiny whisper, "Ben Solo."

Finn's entire face tightened, and he stepped out of Rey's embrace rather sharply. Turning on his heel, he fled from the dance floor, out of the reception hall. Holding up her skirts, Rey dithered after him.

"Finn..." her voice trembled, threatening tears. He didn't slow, or even turn his head, as he abruptly rounded a corner and disappeared into another room. "Finny, stop!"

She used a bit of Force Speed to catch up with him, grabbing the Best Man by the arm. Before she clearly thought through what she was doing, Rey was dragging him into what resembled a thin closet. It wasn't until she had sealed the door behind them that she realized they had locked themselves inside the Confessional Booth.

Finn didn't fight her on it, instead rounding on her, and when she spoke next, his voice had jumped several octaves and decibels. "Kylo Ren? Of all the men in the entire godforsaken galaxy, Rey, you had to get involved with him?! You had to fall in love with that monster?"

"I could not help my heart!" Rey cried, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I could not help that my heart was being cleaved in two as I felt compelled to offer him my love even as I felt I was forsaking another! I was in love, Finny! I love him still! My soul has wept for him these five long years since he died in my embrace." Hugging herself, her voice shook through her weeping. "I can still feel his kiss from where his lips rested on mine."

Finn flinched jerkily, as though he had been slapped, his eyes growing as big as saucers. "So you kissed him?"

"Yes. I kissed him," Rey affirmed. "Unlike other girls, I don't follow the policy of Don't Kiss and Tell."

Her heart broke at the hurt swimming in Finn's eyes. "So, there is nothing to be done then? You were never mine to lose... because you were already lost."

Rey's eyes bulged as she registered what she was saying, and her heart began to beat erratically in a panic. "No, no, no, please don't say that! My heart may have been broken, but you are the only one who has allowed me to survive it! You..." Tears streamed down her face. "you will never know how much you mean to me, Finny." Rey's voice drew forth in a fierce whisper.

Finn snorted. "You have a funny way of showing it - pining for the enemy and his cold, dead arms."

"And you think, just because of that, that I can't, that I'm not, pining for someone else's arms as well?" Rey cried. "Arms that are warm and sure and strong? I thought you would never abandon me, Finny - please don't forsake me now! Not after all we've been through!"

Finn just beheld her sadly. "Rey... I don't think I can weather heartbreak like this..."

"You won't have to," Rey begged. When he tried to exit the Confessional Booth, she grasped his arm, pleading. "Finny, please... please don't leave me... I love you!"

He whirled around to her then, mouth agape, certain he had misheard. For her part, Rey's hands went to her mouth in astonishment. She shivered like a leaf as she felt Finn's gaze heat in intensity, as she felt him step closer and into her personal space, trapping her at the back of the booth.

"You... you love me?"

Rey could not answer beyond letting out a little moan behind her hand.

His liquid chocolate eyes were still burning a hole into her soul. "What do you want, Rey? Me, or a dead man? Tell me!"

"I want to kiss you, OK?" Rey dropped her hands, practically wailing it, defeated. "I... I want -"

Her body was suddenly, violently slammed into the wall, as Finn crushed his mouth against hers, cutting off all her air so that whatever Rey was going to say next, the words died a peaceful death in her throat. Rey tried to talk around his mouth, even as her hands smushed the sides of his face in an almost visceral, involuntary need to kiss him back, draw him closer, but she felt a squirmy, writing thing probing against her lips.

"Finny... Finny, I, mmmm... Hmmmm..." For a moment, there was just dry pressure along every nerve ending of her pretty little mouth, but then, with a low and beastly growl, Finn worked her mouth open in a hot, messy rhythm, urging her tongue against his, willing it to dance for him. He grabbed Rey's hand in between both large and calloused hands, his fingers splayed awkwardly, and he yanked her skull closer with a low groan, destroying her updo and the plaits in her hair. Fingers untangling the strands almost without meaning to, Rey's chestnut tresses tumbled in a beautiful waterfall down her back, as she closed her eyes and feverishly returned the kiss. "Mmmmhmmmm..."

Finn supped and sipped from Rey's lips greedily; he seemed intent on sucking her tongue right out of her mouth. Just when the Jedi began to feel lightheaded, his lips sprang away, peppering desperate smacks along her jaw and into her neck. Lashes fluttering, Rey flung her head back, her breasts heaving in rough gasps.

They may have only stolen a kiss just one time, in something between a memory and a dream, but Ben had never kissed her like this - hard, desperate, sloppy.

"What else do you want?" Finn panted, his breath hoarse and hot on her throat.

There was one thing that immediately came to mind - a fantasy that had left Rey touching herself in the night.

"O... open my dress," she gasped.

Finn actually ripped the bodice off, the fabric tearing right down the middle, revealing her cleavage. "What else? Tell me. Show me."

The huskiness to his voice made Rey tremble in delight, and she had to loop her arms about his neck to remain standing, lest she go collapsing to the ground.

"Your mouth. Put your mouth on me. I want you to touch me, Finny." And so saying, she guided one of his mitts to her and placed it on her breast, where he squeezed it to painful tenderness.

Finn jerked her bra cups down, so that Rey's breasts hung free, and her slobbered her left nipple, clenching the purpling and rising bud between his teeth. Groaning, Rey flung her chest out, pushing her boobs forward and rubbing them in his face.

"Mmm... yes, more, please," she rasped. "More, Finny..."

Finn grunted into her left breast, and his free hand moved to massage and knead her right, subjecting it to the same wet torture. Rey keened into him, her spine threatening to bend in two.

Rey felt hot blood rocket straight between her legs, and she spread her thighs wide, her panties stretching as they became flooded with dampness.

"Tell me you want it, Rey," Finn breathed around her left breast. "Say that you want me to fuck you. Say it."

"Oh, Force, please, yes!" Rey nearly screamed. She brazenly hooked her heel over Finn's leg, her slipper flying off in the process as she pathetically rutted against his calf. The need for her body to have friction, to have him, was palpable.

In one rough but fluid motion, Finn yanked Rey's skirt up over her hips and shoved his knee between her spread legs. She accepted it with abandon, grinding jitteringly, her wet pussy sloshing. Rey pinned Finn's head to her bare chest and grinded futilely against him. Finn boldly cupped each cheek of Rey's exposed arse and rocked back, his fingers digging under her panties, sliding them off her hips and squeezing the tender, accentuated flesh.

Finn blazed a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses up Rey's throat, dive-bombing the sides of her face, her cheeks. "Please, Rey, will you touch me?"

Teeth baring ferally, Rey roughly grabbed his erection in her fist with a growl and began to furiously stroke it through his pants. Bracing her against the wall, still kissing her face, Finn moved quick to help her, unclosing his trousers and flinging them down to his ankles. Taking his face in her hands, Rey mashed her lips roughly to his as she desperately bounced against him. Groping, her hands found the soft, fleshly stalk of his foreskin.

"Rub it against me," she whispered into his lips, bucking into her own hand which clasped his manliness. "I want to feel it against me."

Finn moaned like a ghost as he slid and rubbed his throbbing member against Rey's wet walls, which made her own flesh clench in excitement. Her wet, bare flesh seemed to light afire, and she groaned nearly into his throat. She clasped her thighs around his cock and Finn thrust between them, imitating sex. Their bodies, by now slick with sweat, slapped obscenely against the polished wood of the confessional booth.

"I need you, Rey," Finn breathed.

"I know. I know you do. I need you too." With her panties down past her knees, Rey could now even better splay her legs. She could angle her hips up, and she did, wrapping one leg around Finn's hips. This lined his penis up with her entrance, and when she next pumped her hips, he slid ever so slightly inside of her. Impatient, she all but shoved it inside her wet walls the rest of the way, nearly letting her body fall onto him so that he sank into her to the hilt. He filled her completely.

A door opened to the right of them in the room beyond.

Quick as Force lightning, Finn clapped a hand to Rey's mouth, just a parsec behind her letting out a gasp. The Jedi's eyes bulged and she let out a tiny squeak into his palm as the coupling pair froze, absolutely still.

A moment of silence, then two. Finn squirmed restlessly against Rey and she actually giggled, kissing and licking his hand. His cock pinned her to the wall and when he dared to embark on an initial thrust, Rey barely swallowed a shout. Finn did it again, and she let out a muffled yelp, not quite concealed.

Another parsec, and the door to the room beyond closed again.

With that, Finn began slamming into Rey with abandon. She gamely bucked her pelvis back into his, matching her lover thrust for thrust. Beads of sweat dripping into Finn's eyes, creating a sheen, his teeth clenched as he growled, punctuating each word with a vicious slam:

"Why... didn't... you... tell... me...?"

"You... never... asked!" Rey snarled, keening into him.

Finn stopped thrusting abruptly, causing Rey to let out a whine. "Don't be flip with me, Rey - that's not an answer!"

"Shut up and fuck me, goddamnit!" Rey yelled.

"Urrrr..." Finn threw all caution to the wind as he pumped into Rey with a ferocity that made her weak in the knees. Her breasts jiggled with the violent motion of their coupling.

"Oooh! Oooh!" Rey yipped as Finn hit her G spot again and again and again.

He was leaning against her more noticeably now, the strength of his thrusts tiring.

"No..." he groaned, gallantly moving to pull out like a gentleman before he ejaculated deep amidst her walls with no protection. Clamping her quivering thighs around him, Rey stared him down.

"Yes," she hissed. "You are going to cum hard inside me, Finn. I want your child deep inside me. And you can stay here as long as you like. And even if we do make a baby, I wouldn't mind at all, because - OH!"

Her entire lower half was shaking as Finn rallied, hips ramming into her like a piston.

"Uhhhhh... REY!" Finn came with a roar as he released all his seed deep within her, pulsing until he was utterly spent.

"FINNN...YYYY!" Rey screamed, flinging her head back so that it hit the wall. Her wave crested and she exploded all around him, her walls clenching about his member and trapping him, milking him to the hilt.

Finn's legs gave out, and with that, he sank to his knees, bringing Rey down with him. She slid all the way down the wall and hit the ground with a jerk, sprawled across his knees as she straddled him, Finn still sheathed deep inside her.

Finn's face was in her quivering breasts, and he reverently kissed each one. "Will... will you just hold me, please?" he rasped.

"Oh, goodness, of course... Of course..." Rey heaved, gulped for air as she drew his head close to her pebbled nipples, exposed to the cool evening air. Burying her face into the crook of his neck, Rey slowly used the Force to will their heart rates to slow. Before long, the Jedi Grandmaster and Stormtrooper Commandant fell asleep in each other's post-coitus embrace, their bodies still joined and unified as one.