Summary: Luke and Rey make plans for Saturday, and get a bit more comfortable with each other.

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Rey hopped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and squelched downstairs to check on the potatoes. It was just after 8; she'd spent a little over an hour cleaning up after the movers, putting away the clothing that she'd been moving in and out of plastic storage boxes for the past few weeks, and generally adjusting to having an actual furnished apartment. She laid The Call of Cthulhu on the coffee table, smiling a little. The Dark Cove went upstairs on her nightstand. The few books that Kylo hadn't destroyed went into the mammoth living room bookcase, along with the photographs of Finn, Poe, and her mother and grandparents, all nicely re-framed. She'd carefully taped the ripped ones together, and arranged the frames so that the worst stains were hidden.

Rey had considered scanning the pictures, editing out both the tears and the stains, and printing off the clean copies, but…You could barely see the damage, unless you were extremely close. And she'd had some of them since she was a child, from the days before digital everything. They made the room look a bit more complete, the handful of books less lonely.

She smiled a little as she cracked open the oven.

Nearly done, she thought, and reached into the fridge for the chicken marinating in a glass dish. Yeech… She set it on the counter gingerly, grimacing at the sloshing contents. No matter how tasty the end product was, raw chicken was just gross.

Rey tightened the towel a bit – it was her place, she could (and did) walk around naked (or almost naked) if she wanted - and moved the raw meat into a baking pan, and set it into the oven next to the potatoes.

Ok, 10 minutes fpr the potatoes, 35 for the -

There was a knock on the door.

"Hold on!" Rey yelled as she set the timer. She paused on her way to the door, bit her lip hesitantly. "Who is it?"

"It's Luke – I can come back later – "

"No it's fine," said Rey. She took a deep breath, tucked her dripping hair behind her ears, and opened the door halfway. She stood slightly behind it and peered around the edge.

"Hey," she said. "Sorry, I just got out of the shower, and was cooking and…stuff...Would you like to come in?"

Luke froze. He swallowed, eyes flicking to the water beading on the hollow of her throat, trickling steadily downwards. Rey's breath caught. A hot flush shuddered through her as the towel slipped in her suddenly loose fingers.

Somehow she tore her gaze away. When she looked back, Luke had his eyes fixed firmly on her face, a wry smile tugging at his lips. Rey flushed again, but felt herself smile in return. It was impossible not to, really.

"Uhm…Luke?"

"Oh…Yes, thanks."

She opened the door the rest of the way and waved him into the kitchen. She locked the door as gracefully as she could manage while keeping the towel in place.

"Eh, watch out, I think I dripped all over the floor…" It was true; she'd left a trail of wet footprints across the living room, and all around the kitchen. "I didn't want to burn the potatoes…"

"No problem," said Luke, taking a look around, his eyebrows lifting as he took in the new furnishings. "I like what you've done with the place."

"Thanks," said Rey. "Ah – I'll just be a minute – Clothes, you know? Have a seat." She pointed at the sofa and made a hasty retreat.

She shut the door carefully, but deliberately.

You couldn't take two seconds to go get a bathrobe? Rey thought, annoyance setting in as the embarrassment faded. She threw the towel across her headboard and rummaged through her underwear drawer, her mind buzzing, picking apart the last five minutes. I must be more tired than I thought. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't -

Wasn't that a good thing?

Rey paused, her fingers twining in soft cotton.

I haven't seen him in a few days. I was just…happy.

She hadn't wanted to wait. And she wasn't tired. Not at all.

A smile tugged at her lips. Downstairs, the oven timer pinged.

"Rey?" Luke yelled from the foot of the stairs. "Should I – "

"Just a second – Could you turn that off?" she called down, hurriedly pulling on a plain pair of panties and a light bralette, followed by a t-shirt and sweatpants. The warm scent of cooking potatoes filled the air as she headed for the stairs.

Luke was checking inside the oven when she entered the kitchen. He turned at the sound of her footsteps, and grinned broadly.

"Smells good," he said. "Oh, and look out…" He pointed quickly at the floor.

Rey looked down. He'd laid out a couple of hand towels to soak up the water.

"Thank you," she said, sighing. "I didn't hear the timer, so I went straight from the shower to here. The potatoes can come out, but not the chicken – Here – "

She stepped around the towels and opened the oven. Luke stepped back and passed her an oven mitt from the counter. Rey pulled the five backed potatoes off the rack, and lined them up on a cookie sheet on top of the stove. She poked them with a fork, humming with satisfaction; the skin was nice and crunchy.

"Ok, awesome," she said. "25 minutes to go for the rest...Can you stay for dinner? I have a place to sit now, so…"

"I'd love to," he said. "Can I help?"

"Ok – Great!" said Rey, her stomach fluttering a little. Just a little. "Could you grab the peas out of the freezer?" Finn had finally gotten the thing working last weekend, though she still had to keep it half full of ice so she wouldn't strain the coolant pump too much.

"I ran into Finn in the store today," said Luke, brushing her shoulder as he stepped around her. "He said that you're all going to the Cove tomorrow…"

"Yeah," said Rey a little sheepishly, rummaging in the cupboard. "Did I ask you to come? I think I did – I was actually going to find you tonight and check. And, um, here you are, so…?"

And I'm babbling, she thought. Real smooth, Rey.

"Are you asking me out?"

Luke opened the bag of peas. Rey turned red.

"Maybe…" she said. "Here, use this." She passed him a bowl. "It's just for the morning. And lunch. They kind of want you to meet BB. And it's probably one of the last times that we'll be able to…You're not going to make this easy, are you?"

Luke leaned against the counter, watching her closely, his eyes direct and serious. She swallowed dryly, the tremor in her chest growing stronger.

"Luke, would you like to come out to the Cove tomorrow?" She turned to face him. "With me? As a date?"

"Yes," he said.

It was strange. She'd seen his place, met his sister, and slept in his bed. Twice. And yet warm relief bubbled up from deep inside her at that quietyes. She couldn't keep the smile off her face.

They'd be out in the world together, and not as friends. That made it real.

Maybe this is why people date, she thought.

"We'll have chaperones," she said, taking a step forward. Luke chuckled, and drew her towards him. Rey shivered as one arm circled her waist, while his hand swept warm and firm up her back to tangle in her hair. She slid her own hands up his chest, smiling at his shiver, and gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling him close.

"I don't mind," he whispered.

She closed the distance without thinking. Her lips crashed into his as she pulled him flush against her by the front of his shirt. Overbalanced, she staggered back into the kitchen table, gasping as Luke yanked her back, briefly lifting her off the ground, backing them into the kitchen counter.

"Got you," he murmured in her ear, drawing a whimper out of Rey as the words shook low and dark in his chest, so close to her own that she could feel every rumble, every breath, even through the layers of clothing. She pulled him in again, coaxing his mouth open with a light nip and a press of tongue, and traced soft circles on his back, working her way down to the edge of his shirt, slipping her hand underneath the worn flannel. Luke groaned and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, making her head swim. Rey tipped her head back to take him deeper, her back arching as she sucked his on his tongue greedily, her fingers digging into his skin.

She pulled back a little when her breath grew rough and ragged and his muscles tensed under her touch. Slowly she caught her breath, steadying herself on his hip, letting herself feel the firm weight of his arms, the heat of his chest crushed to hers. She breathed in deep, trying to seal the memory inside her mind. This is it.

Slowly, she reached out and touched the top button of his shirt. Luke's arm tightened around her waist.

Rey hesitated. She looked up, heat rushing to her cheeks as they locked eyes, his gaze searing her to the bone.

"Is this ok?" she asked, biting her lip as nervousness stabbed through her.

"Rey..." He reached up and pressed her hand to his chest.

She made short work of the buttons, despite the rather unfair distraction of Luke's fingers tangling in her damp hair, the contrast of warm and dry with cool and wet tugging at her focus. But finally she stepped back, slipped it off of his shoulders, and then there was heat and skin and shifting muscle underneath her hands, and Luke's mouth burning trails down her neck. Rey grasped his shoulders and tugged him forward, the backs of her thighs hitting the kitchen table. Her t-shirt suddenly felt entirely too small, an unpleasant, wholly unnecessary itch.

Well, that won't do…

Rey walked Luke back to the counter and placed his hands on her waist. She caught his eye, grinned, and lifted her arms over her head.

Luke pulled her towards him, his hands slipping underneath her shirt, running up and down her sides before gathering up the cloth and tugging it over her head. Rey hissed at the sudden touch of cool air on her skin, but was quickly hushed by Luke's firm grip on her waist, and warm, slightly rough hands sweeping up her back, pressing her to his chest. Rey gasped at the hot press of skin on skin, need flooding her senses.

It's been so long…

"Luke," She pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. "I want to touch you."

Luke cupped her face in his hands, and pulled her in for a kiss, the sweet grind of tongue and teeth, enveloping her in his heat.

"Just touch," he gasped. "I – I need – "

He looked down at her, hesitation flickering in his eyes.

Rey's chest suddenly felt tight.

It wasn't just her.

"Got it," she said. Luke clasped her to him, his breath shuddering in his chest. Rey's eyes fluttered shut. She let herself feel.

"Couch?" she asked. Luke's heart sped up.

"Couch."

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The timer went off when they entered the living room. Somehow Rey retained the presence of mind to save the chicken. She almost dropped the pan anyway – concentrating with Luke leaning against the counter in jeans and nothing else, looking at her like that was nearly impossible.

His arms were around her waist as soon as she turned off the oven. She laughed and spun him around, grasped the waistband of his jeans, and marched him into the living room.

The couch was just big enough to fit them both, with Luke reclining against the side cushions, and Rey half in his lap. She still had to hang on tight, and balance carefully on all fours, a knee between his thighs, the other pressed between his leg and the back cushions.

"I need a bigger couch," she muttered, bracing herself carefully as she hovered over him. Luke grinned wickedly, and sat up halfway so that she could put her weight on his shoulders, their bodies a breath apart. He shifted his thigh higher so that it nestled between her legs.

"It's perfect," he murmured, his mouth hot on her neck. Rey sucked in a breath as the rough cloth ground against her cleft. She shifted against him, fingers digging into his shoulders as the friction sent a jolt of heat straight to her core.

"Like that?" said Luke, pressing closer. Rey gasped into his mouth, the rough slide of his skin on her abdomen flooding her senses. And when she tilted her hips just right…

There was too much cloth in the way.

Just touching, she thought fiercely. Then she grinned. That still covered an awful lot of ground.

Rey disentangled herself and sat back slowly, mapping his chest with her hands, watching him carefully. She drank in the sight before her, at the keen focus in his eyes, flicking over her skin as though he was trying to memorize her, the fine sheen of sweat beading on his chest, the slow clench of wiry muscle beneath his skin. She cupped his face in her hands, pressed a light kiss against his jawline, drawing out a low sigh, and worked her way down to his waist, her fingers sweeping carefully over the ridges and curves, taking careful note of each soft noise and quiet tremble, each involuntary twitch of his hips.

She paused at the faint bruise on his side.

"Am I hurting you?" she asked quietly, tracing the edge with the tips of her fingers. Luke shook his head and reached for her hand, twining his fingers with hers.

"Never."

"I'll be careful anyway," she whispered, and lifted his hand to her cheek, nuzzling it before pressing a kiss to the palm. She flicked her tongue against the rough pad, smiling at his shiver, ran it down her neck, and pressed his palm firmly against her chest. They locked eyes. Rey smiled, her heart fluttering, as she guided him to her breast.

Luke groaned as she let her hand fall to his shoulder. He sat up, enfolding her in his heat, his breath a rough drag-pull that had Rey moaning into his shoulder, all nervousness forgotten as he cupped her breast, circling the nipple with his thumb, tight and aching through the thin material. Luke's other hand stroked her back, hot and firm, sliding teasingly over the back band.

"I might have to help with that," she gasped out as he slipped a finger under the edge. "No clasps."

Luke nodded and rested his hands on her hips, digging in his fingers as she worked her bralette over her head. Heat pooled low and wet in her core at the rough noise, half moan, half growl, that reverberated in Luke's chest as she as she stretched her arms over her head, arching her back, riding up his thigh in her haste to remove the undergarment. Her skin burned from neck to groin as his grip tightened, mouth falling slightly open as he stared.

Rey flushed, suddenly unsure. It had been some time since she'd been this exposed with someone without the expectation of sex, the kind of sex where nobody was really looking at anything, or touching her with anything besides a cock. She pushed back the urge to cover herself, instead shifting her weight forward and pulling his arms around her. Luke froze, palms splayed flat on her back, his chest heaving. She leaned into him, her shoulders tensing up as the firm heat of his chest against her breasts woke her half-forgotten, long-denied need for touch, for this, just her and someone she – someone she cared for, in their own skin.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart fluttering as she waited for him to react.

Luke looped his arm around her waist and tugged her closer, his other hand drifting slowly, firmly up her back, coming the rest between her shoulder blades. He rubbed gently, working the knots out of her muscles, and murmuring into her hair.

It might have been 'thank you.'

The tension trickled steadily away, until nothing was left but the weight of his hands, and rapidly rising warmth.

Rey tightened her grip on his biceps and slid up until she was level with his mouth, hissing as her nipples dragged across the smattering of chest hair, tight and aching. Luke's hands began moving with intent, stroking firm and hot up and down her back, one settling in her hair, turning her head towards him.

They shared breath.

Rey wasn't sure who moved first. And when her senses drowned in the feel of Luke's hands on her skin, and the pull of his kiss, she didn't care.

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Notes:

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1. So that was a thing that happened :D
2. Hopefully it was clear that they stopped at second base...
3. YAY everyday intimacy! This includes practical things like not burning your food because of distractions...