Matching Pajamas

It was their first Christmas living together, and Rey was excited for Christmas Eve, when the two of them would open their presents, both the ones sent by friends and family, and those they had gotten for each other. Rey could already picture it. They would light the fire, and then turn off all the lights except those on the tree they had decorated together just after Thanksgiving. Having grown up in foster homes and orphanages, Christmas had always been a touchy holiday. While she always got a present or two from whoever her guardian was at the time, she never really felt the joy and excitement she had always believed most children felt around Christmas. But this year, she was as giddy at the little girl that she had never had a chance to be.

They were planning on going to Poe's father's house the next day for Christmas dinner, but the night before it would be just the two of them, and that was more than enough for Rey. She had long ago learned that spending time with one person who she loved and trusted was far better than spending time with a dozen acquaintances.

After dinner that night, as she finished clearing off the table and loading the dishwasher (whenever Poe cooked, Rey cleaned), Poe came into the kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face and a brightly decorated gift bag in his hand.

Rey was confused. "I thought we weren't going to open presents until later?"

"We aren't," Poe confirmed. "This is special. You need to open it before we start the unwrapping tonight."

Rey gave him a wary look. "I don't trust you when you smile like that."

Poe looked offended. "There are times you don't trust me? Like when?"

"Like when you smile like that," Rey explained. "It always means something's about to happen that is going to embarrass me." Like the time he started twerking to 'Big and Juicy' when they were at Rose and Finn's engagement party. Or when he starting singing New Rules on the Karaoke stage at the Tavern; it didn't matter that they weren't having Karaoke that night, nor that he was really good.

Poe looked around the room, wide-eyed. "Is there anyone here to be embarrassed in front of?" he asked. "It can't be me. I'm the guy you fart on, remember?"

She smacked his arm. "Shut up!" she said, laughing. "What's in the bag?"

"Are you sure you want to know? I don't want to embarrass you!"

"Poe!"

"All right, all right!" He handed her the bag.

Cautiously, she took out the tissue paper on the top, then peered inside. It looked like… a blanket?

She reached in and pulled whatever it was out. It wasn't a blanket. The green material was soft to the touch, and was decorated with images of Christmas: Santa, presents in red wrapping, candy canes, and snowflakes. She pulled the whole length of material out and shook it, revealing a complete, adult sized, onesie. With feet.

"Footie pajamas?" she asked. Poe knew she liked to sleep in soft, sleeveless nightshirts, her feet bare.

"Look! Look!" Poe exclaimed. He rushed out of the room, then came back in holding an identical pair of pajamas. "We can match!" He grinned.

Rey stared at him. He looked so genuinely happy, but she was flabbergasted.

"I… I…"

"No one else is gonna see us, Rey," he told her, his smile fading just a little. "Come on! Just while we open presents tonight. For me?"

Damn it. He was giving her that puppy dog look.

"All right," she said through clenched teeth. "But there better be alcohol involved, too."

Poe jumped up and down a bit. "Of course!" he agreed. "Enough alcohol, I can maybe talk you into a cute little matchy-match selfie!"

"In your dreams, Dameron."

"Nope!" he denied. "That will be after we open presents." He leaned in to whisper in her ear, his voice suddenly dropping in timbre. "When I assist you out of your footie pajamas for the night."

Rey shivered. "Keep talking like that, and I just might agree to that selfie," Rey teased.

"Count on it."