Summary: When it snows in Niima Cove, it SNOWS. So on cold, stormy days, most of the locals stay inside. Entertainment options include:

1. Curling up next to the fire with a hot drink and a giant, fluffy blanket.
2. Sitting near the window with a fluffy blanket and a hot drink, and watch all the majestic NATURE going on outside and
3. All of that, except there are 2 people in the blanket and clothing is optional.

Notes: ...Well THIS was a long time between updates. FML. I got whammied by both RL and by the Perfectionism Demons. I'm going to try and be more consistent from now on. Also, I've removed the mental block of a chapter limit. I know where it's going, but the 'how' is now a lot more...free, I guess? Anyway, thank you to everyone who stuck with this story! I love you all!

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Everything was so… bright. Even when he closed his eyes.

Rey's bed was set next to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She hadn't put up the curtains yet, so there was nothing but hundred-year-old glass and chipped paint separating them from the snow. Luke flinched as the wind rattled the panes. He unconsciously pulled Rey closer to his chest as a frisson of cold air snaked its way through the cracks in the frame.

Luke lay as still as he could, a shining twist of Rey's hair tickling his nose, some quiet part of him certain that if he moved too quickly, or looked too close, she would disappear, fade into the bright roar of snow.

Luke disentangled his arm as carefully as he could and tugged the covers up over them more fully.

It was damn cold in there, and the last thing he wanted to do was get up for more blankets, or to check the thermostat or the door. Rey seemed to agree. She mumbled drowsily, and tugged his arm up close to her chest.

No, he'd be happy if they never got up at all.

Listen to yourself, said the part of his mind that wasn't swamped in bliss.

Luke, for once, decided to ignore it. He shoved away his misgivings, the not-quite-fear that he'd left behind in the hallway outside, when Rey hung back in her doorway, face flushed, eyes wide and liquid, and asked him in for coffee. She'd gone quiet, as though she thought that he was going to leave, to yell, or push her away. He saw that quiet when there was entirely too much going on behind her dark, lovely eyes.

And speaking of quiet…

Luke knew that she wouldn't be asleep for long. The sudden tension in her limbs, the deliberate, deep, breaths said it all. He smiled against her skin, and ran his hand along the smooth curve of her waist, the dips in her ribs, and the little hollows and valleys of her hips, her spine, and the tight smooth muscle of her legs. Silk hiding steel.

He felt her thighs tense in response, her breathing quickening, and traced a long line from her waist to her knee, increasing the firmness of his strokes each pass.

Finally he stopped, humming with pleasure at her muffled protest. She twisted part way around and lifted her thigh, grinding back against him languidly.

Luke's fingers tightened. He leaned in and kissed her neck, savoring the quickening pulse and rising heat.

She turned to face him, twining her fingers in his hair, and pulled him into a deep, questing kiss. It was Luke's turn to tense, to pause for breath. He slipped his hand to her waist.

"So you're awake," he murmured, when he managed to pull back. Just a little.

Rey's eyes were huge and dark, softened in the dim, muted, quiet light underneath the sheets. And no less intense for it.

As always, those eyes drew him in, pulled at his heart. It would be disorienting, terrifying, if it wasn't her. Everything else fell away. The new, crisp sheets, the fresh, barely used mattress, the covers overhead shielding them from the cold, warming themselves with each other's heat… It faded at the edges, slid back and went fate and reedy, unimportant. He fell into her. Not drowning. She already had his breath. And that was all right.

As far as Luke was concerned, she could have it all.

Luke sometimes had issues with… Well, words. Out loud, anyway. An odd problem for a writer… But the truth of the matter was that he was much better on paper. But like this, her body twined with his, warm and soft, her eyes liquid pools of heat, he wanted to say something, to tell her… No show her what she meant to him. And all of his words seemed dull, trite, flat. He had to think of something later, something… When he wasn't so…so…

"You're thinking," she whispered.

He bit his lip. It was more like feeling, really. How did you voice that? Shape the words, to just tell her how his fear was both dead and gone and climbing impossibly high. That if she let him go, pulled away, he might just fall through the glass and scatter in the rising storm. So he said the only thing that he could think of.

I don't want to leave, he thought.

"Can we stay here for a while?" he said.

Rey blinked. Luke frowned, and leaned back a little as her entire body tensed. Her upper lip trembled.

I can leave, if you want…

He knew he should say it. But he couldn't force the words out. His voice sounded fragile and shaky in his own head. And then he saw that… something, that ache twined in with her smile, the thing that meant that she was about to look away from him. And to think that it was there, now…

He'd wondered about it for weeks, long before the incident with Kylo. He'd known that something was going on, that something had happened, for that thing to grow inside her eyes.

Luke faced the sickening truth: his nephew had put it there.

"Rey - I -"

She stopped his words with her mouth. Luke gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her leg came up to draw him closer. Her palms splayed across his back, warm and strong and there. He hoped that she hadn't noticed the shudder in his chest as he gathered up her living heat.

She molded herself against him, one leg twining over his hip. Luke groaned roughly as he felt himself stirring again.

Still too soon – he wasn't 30 anymore – but it was a promise of things to come. And he certainly could take care of her in the meantime. His breath quickened, thinking of her coming apart in his arms. But he wasn't sure if that was what she wanted, just then. He drew back a hair and brushed his lips gently against hers, shivering at the friction. Rey gave a soft cry and rolled onto her back, gripping his shoulder and tugging him over her. She looked up at him, her eyes huge, and bracketed his hips with her thighs. Luke braced himself on his elbows, instinctively shifting up as her foot dragged along the back of his leg.

A smile flickered across her face. Rey took his hand and lifted it up to plant a kiss on the palm, and then press it against her cheek. Her hips canted up, rolling against him.

His doubt over her intentions evaporated.

"Stay," she whispered. "It's early. And look." Rey nodded at the snow accumulating on the outside window ledge. "It's not like we're going anywhere." She grinned impishly, a sudden swell of happiness that made Luke's chest tight.

He couldn't help but smile back.

"You have a point there," he said, quirking his eyebrow. "But there's a problem…"

Rey frowned. Her thighs tightened.

"What problem?"

"Well…What in the world are we going to do with ourselves, trapped inside like this?" he murmured.

Rey looped an arm around his neck and arched up, pressing her breasts against his chest.

"I can think of a few things…" she said in his ear.

Luke rumbled his assent and guided her back down. He disentangled himself and pressed her hands to the mattress, drawing back slowly to take in the view.

Rey lay open before him, her lips swollen and wet, hair askew and wild. The hot blush blooming across her cheeks was rapidly spreading across her skin. Sweat beaded on the dip at the base of her throat, and between her small - perfect - breasts. Best of all…That fierce, dark gaze was utterly focused. On him, of all people. His abdomen tightened, heat surging deep inside as she tasted him with her eyes.

Luke suspected that he was going to be ready again much faster than usual.

He smiled lazily and let his gaze slide over her curves, flushing himself as she reacted to his perusal. Her breath sped up - doing some truly marvelous things to her breasts – and she shifted her thighs further apart, biting her lip as she tugged him closer.

Then she blinked, and looked down.

"You're…"

Luke smiled, his eyes crinkling up at the edges.

"You think I'm not getting anything out of this?" He murmured, carding his fingers through her hair. Rey blinked up at him. The sheer confusion was enough to make his heart ache.

"I…"

Luke decided, then and there, to change that.

"What about… This..."

He kissed her, slow and deep, humming with contentment as she responded with a soft moan, his tongue swiping playfully along hers.

"And this..." He deepened the kiss, and ghosted his fingertips along her collarbone, smiling at her shiver and the rising flush on her cheeks.

He moved lower with every slow press and stroke of his fingers, marveling at the softness of her skin, until his hand rested in the valley of her breasts. He broke the kiss and dragged his mouth along her jawline.

"You're beautiful, you know," he whispered. "I haven't told you yet, have I?" Rey's flush deepened. She swallowed, her pulse fluttering under his lips.

"You know," she replied, hesitant. "I – I don't think you have - Luke!" Rey arched up off the mattress as he slid lower still, and his mouth closed around a nipple. Her fingers twisted in the sheets as he laved at her pebbling flesh. He cupped her other breast in his palm, kneading the silken flesh, rumbling with pleasure as she arched into his touch. Rey clapped her hand over her mouth, choking off a cry. Luke lifted his head.

"The walls are rather thick," he said conversationally. "And with the storm outside…" He caught her eye and grinned wickedly. "You have a lovely voice."

Rey whimpered.

He chuckled, and trailed his fingertips down her body, each little gasp and twitch feeding the fire inside him. Her self-consciousness slipped away when he cupped her center and pressed lightly, biting his lip as she bucked against him.

"Luke – " Rey gave a soft cry as he parted her folds, sliding easily through her ready heat. "Luke – Please – "

"You feel…amazing," he whispered against her throat. "I could do this for hours – Ah – " He gasped as Rey went on the offensive, tugging at his shoulders, his hair, dragging him down to meet her. She teased his lips open deftly, stealing his breath. He opened for her, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth, suddenly lightheaded. Then she rocked against his hand and moaned.

"Luke…" She reached for his hand.

He obliged, steadied her hip with his other hand, and slipped a finger inside her. His mouth grew dry as she accepted him easily, a soft sigh falling from her lips as he stroked her, eyes locked on her face. Her hand flew to his waist and lingered there, light and warm, tracing slow, teasing circles into his skin.

Luke's breath stuttered as she slipped that feather touch lower and took him in hand.

"Hmm…" Rey hummed, fingers circling his heated flesh. "There it is."

Luke groaned, his grip on her tightening.

Apparently, he'd been right about that speedy recovery.

Rey smiled brilliantly when she came to the same conclusion. She matched her touch to the rhythm of his hand, and it was so, so easy to imagine – no, remember - what she had felt like wrapped around him; velvet, shaking heat, as close to him as two humans could be. Soon he was gasping against her shoulder, sweat beading on his forehead, both hands twisting in the sheets.

"Rey – that's – I won't –"

She had mercy, and shifted away, scooting up the bed to rest against the pillow. Getting comfortable.

Luke took a moment to regain his control. And to just look at the young woman reclining in a sea of blankets and winter light.

Noticing his hesitance, Rey propped herself up on her elbows and beckoned.

"Come here," she murmured, her voice soft.

He went to her, his senses whirling with the press of her hands on his hips, her hot breath against his throat. And when she drew him close, down, in, and her voice went high, and then rough and full of need, Luke forgot what had been holding him back.

It was different, that time. They had already danced wild with that simple, edged want, the need to climb into each other's skin. Take the edge off, as the saying went, when the desire was sharp and new, a wild hunger for each other's bodies and breath.

Now, she pulled at him, gripping him fiercely, clutching at his arms, his shoulders. Calling to him, asking him to stay, just a little while, be with me for this day, this night. Asking for -

He gave her everything.