Chapter 5: Words I Couldn't Say
... And felt Matt suddenly grab her hand.
He yanked her back, so that she was turned into him, pulled up tightly against his chest. He spun her so that she was now braced against the vertical ladder to his X-wing cockpit, trapped between the metal rungs and his muscular body.
Gulping, Rey eyed him warily for a moment before Matt crashed his lips down against hers in a fiery kiss.
Immediately, he felt Rey's dainty fingers tangle themselves into his blonde curls and she pulled, yanking his skull closer with a low groan. "Mmmmmm..." He watched her brown eyes flutter, sag, eventually drooping shut. Matt bravely encircled his arms around Rey's slim waist, his hands able to envelop her fully and rest lightly on her hips. Then, he dipped lower, cupping each cheek of her arse audaciously, giving one a firm squeeze, then the other. He felt her gasp, then bite down on his lip gently. When his tongue flicked out to tease her bottom lip, she moaned sexily, and opened her mouth to him, dragging his tongue in between the split to play with hers. "Hmmmm... Matthew..." Her arms twined about him lazily, her hands fisting the fabric of his jumpsuit along his shoulder blades. He pressed himself against her harder, his lips digging more firmly into hers so that her tiny whimpers and mewls were muffled as he deepened the kiss. He felt his torso get squeezed as Rey boldly hitched her leg up around him, locking their hips together, grinding and dry-humping against him, silently begging him for more sex...
That was what he should have done, Matt thought sadly, as he piloted his X-wing through the darkness of space. He should have up and kissed Rey breathless, leaving her gasping and panting for air, instead of letting her walk away from him like that, allowing his chance to slip through his fingers. As he dropped out of hyperspace somewhere near the Dantooine system, with only the dark emptiness of space to greet him, his R4 unit whistled excitedly.
"What is it, R4...?"
PEW! PEW! PEW! The TIE fighters screamed out of nowhere, guns blazing as they descended on the little X-wing. Matt returned fire, but the barrage met its mark and the tail-end of his fighter went ablaze.
"R4, reroute the steering capabilities to the front!" Matt yelled. Another pelting, and he felt their altitude drop. "We're hit!" And the X-wing careened into Dantooine airspace, crash-landing onto the savannah planet below.
Many other Resistance fighters were lost alongside Matt, Finn reported, upon his return as the only pilot to survive the First Order surprise attack. In the crowd, Rey gasped in horror, her eyes swimming with tears. Distraught, she ran for the Falcon and shut herself away in Han's quarters, where she allowed herself to come apart with deep, wracking sobs, utterly distraught.
Overcome with grief, Rey felt her hand instinctively go to her abdomen, checked for the Force signature that had made itself known to her only days before. Letting her know that there was life with her, in her womb. Matthew's baby... the baby he had left her pregnant with after one desperate, magical night. And now the father of her unborn child was presumed dead.
Rey fell into despair and lost all hope. For how could she take up the mantle of the Jedi and raise a child alone?