Future

Mature Content Ahead. Nothing explicit, but a little spicy.

Rey had been meditating for almost an hour when the vision came.

Visions were rare, and more often than not they were unsettling, but she let them come because she knew they were important to her training. They were visions of the future, Leia told her. But she had to remember that the future was not set, and that she couldn't depend on these visions to foresee her fate. While some of these visions might come true, most would not, if only because she was aware of what might happen and was able to prevent it, either consciously or unconsciously. Many of her visions included lightsaber duels with Kylo Ren, and a few truly disturbing visions brought nightmarish images of one or more of her friends suffering or dying.

Today's vision was not like anything she had ever had before.

She was in a unfamiliar setting. It was outside, of that she was sure, and she had a sense that she had never been there before. There was green, a lot of it, and the sound of running water. It was very warm, and she knew this because she was unclothed and not at all cold. Despite the heat, she shivered as she felt the touch of hand on her bare back. Fingers trailed up her spine, then swept back down. She heard herself gasp.

The vision transitioned and she found herself on her back, the grass soft underneath her. The weight of another person was on top of her, but she felt no discomfort. In fact, she felt amazing. Her whole body was tingling, and her heart was racing in excitement. A strange pressure was building between her legs and she ached for more of it. She arched her hips upward, pushing against the weight on top of her. It was a man, she thought. He was as naked as she, his heated skin pressed tightly against hers. It felt marvelous, but she wanted more.

She felt his breath on her neck, and then his mouth. His tongue, warm and wet, laved her throat. She moaned. His hand was on her bare breast, kneading it gently. Again, she arched, begging for more. More of what, she didn't know. But she was certain he could give it to her.

Suddenly, the pressure between her legs changed as he penetrated her most private area. The fullness was shocking yet familiar. Rey had never been intimate with a man, but in the vision it wasn't new. This was her lover, and he was well-known to her.

But who was he?

Rey tried to control the vision, but already knew it was impossible. It wasn't a dream, after all. It was the future. A future that may or may not happen.

Suddenly, the man on top of her pushed his upper body off of her, bracing himself on his arms above her, and she found herself staring up into the intense brown eyes of Poe Dameron.

Her heart racing, Rey pulled herself out of the vision.

Poe?

How could it be? The man had never looked at her as anything but a colleague, an ally. They were barely even friends, despite sharing a bond with both Finn and BB-8. It didn't matter that Rey always felt something different when she was around him. That she felt self-conscious and immediately started wondering how she looked and smelled when she was in his presence, something she never concerned herself with when around others. She wanted him to like her, to notice her, but he never treated her any different than any of the other fighters under his command. She may have a bit more status due to her being a Jedi-in-training, but otherwise she was nothing special to him.

Then why was the Force telling her they could possibly be much, much more?

Unless she was just a fling? She shook her head, her brain shutting down that idea immediately. Poe Dameron didn't do flings. If there was one thing she was sure about him, it was that he took his relationships seriously. He was compassionate and loyal and encouraging and protective and…

Rey took a deep breath and lowered her face into her hands, rubbing her temples after a moment.

The fact was, she liked him a lot more than he liked her.

"Hey!"

The soft greeting startled her, and she turned her head to find the subject of her thoughts standing a short distance away.

"Sorry to bother you," Poe told her, his expression apologetic. "I'm about ready to head out with Snap and Karè on a supply run and wanted to ask if you would look out for Beebs?"

BB8. Their shared 'child,' she though sarcastically. "Or course," she answered, her voice rough. "BB's always welcome to keep me company."

The ball droid squealed happily as he rolled out from behind Poe, and Rey gave him a genuine smile. She looked back up at Poe, who was watching her, his expression serious.

In fact, the intensity in his eyes was akin to what she had seen from him in her vision.

She shivered and her skin began tingling.

Poe blinked suddenly. He cleared his throat as he looked away. "Great. I shouldn't be long." He nodded, but wouldn't meet her eyes. His whole demeanor screamed panic.

Rey frowned. "Okay," she said softly.

He nodded again and turned away from her.

"Poe?"

He stopped, looking back at her. "Yeah?"

"Be careful."

His expression changed. Gone was the intensity from earlier. Gone was the nervousness she had sensed before he turned away. Instead, a soft warmth filled his beautiful eyes. "I will." He glanced at his droid, then looked at her again, the corner of his mouth quirking up. Then he turned again and walked away.

BB8 trilled a short little song.

Rey looked at the droid, surprised. "What do you mean he wants you to look out for me? I thought I was looking out for you?"

BB8 gave a short little 'snort.'

Rey looked back toward the pilot's retreating back. Most of her visions wouldn't come to pass, she knew.

But she truly hoped this one would.