This will be the last update until April. After my exams and classes are over, I'll be able to write more quickly.
Rey sat in between Lee Hux and her boyfriend, contemplating how Lee's hair was so perfectly in place. The man was filing papers and flicking his fingers through sheets and documents so quickly they became a fan.
With shoddily dried hair draped over one shoulder and wearing a gray t-shirt with leggings, Rey felt out of place among the older, better dressed friends of her boyfriend.
Kylo himself was wearing a sweatshirt, so Rey had no trouble sticking to him. She just wondered how her disheveled, moody boyfriend was friends with two of the most perfect beings she had ever met.
It was astonishing how flawless Phasma's makeup was. Her eyeliner was symmetrical, her cherry lipstick was blotch free and shining, and Rey had never seen foundation smoother. Her short hair was styled and sprayed into an intentional mess of a coiff. Her white suit was pressed and form fitting. The gold necklaces that fell from her long throat provided color and did not clash in the slightest with her platinum colored shoes. When she drank from a glass, she left no lipstick print, and Rey knew that Phasma was dominant in all aspects of her life.
Lee was proper. He sat as if there was a pole against his back and his hands never meandered; they were always either working or crossed, his fingers interlocked. His suit was black and his shirt was as well. There were no wrinkles to be seen on his clothing and each pant leg was pressed with straight creases. Rey didn't know anyone that could make pinstripes work, but apparently Lee was one of them.
It was a bit awkward sitting in the same living room as the man that had walked in on her having sex with Kylo, but Lee seemed impassive towards her. Rey remembered how he had just turned his back to them and begun speaking to Kylo as if she was not even there. Lee did not even spare her an awkward glance as he flipping through papers, tossing them into separate files.
Rey wondered if it would be considered betrayal if someone found out that she was sitting in the living room of her boyfriend; conversing with the high officers of First Order Incorporate. Hux and Phasma and Ren, the Three Musketeers of Doom and Deforestation. Then, there was Rey, the random Alliance worker that happened to be dating Ren. It was as if D'Artagnan was screwing Aramis beneath his officers' noses.
"Rey, what part of Great Britain are you from?" Phasma asked. Rey opened her mouth, but fell short of an answer.
"Well, I was born in London, but my parents died when I was seven and I was adopted by distant family members, so I moved here," she said. Phasma nodded, giving her a warm smile.
"Hux, how's the filing coming along?" Kylo asked, looking at the redhead.
"Never ask me that question; I am a perfectionist. It'll always be coming along well," Hux muttered beneath his breath. "Rey, you're an engineering major, right?" Hux kept his eyes on his work, but Rey sensed he was the type to be omnipresent; keeping up with multiple things at once.
"Yeah, I'm majoring in mechanical engineering and computer controls… So I can fix your car while hacking into your e-mail," she joked. Phasma nodded with pursed lips.
"You know, you could be a good candidate for inter-"
"Phasma, you're not recruiting my girlfriend to be an intern at First Order," Kylo stated, "We can't keep this whole Romeo and Juliet thing going on if Juliet becomes a Montague." Rey shook her head while Phasma rolled her eyes.
"Huh," Hux snorted, "that was good." He looked up from his work to give Kylo an approving nod.
Rey watched Kylo interact with his co-workers with mild interest, seeing their relationship as not unlike hers with Finn and Poe. He seemed happy with them and Rey smiled through her self consciousness.
When Phasma and Hux stood to leave, Kylo invited them to stay for dinner. Phasma smiled softly and shook her head. "The girlfriend will be expecting me," she said, collecting the stapled papers that Hux handed to her.
"What about you, Hux? Does a single person have an excuse to not stay for dinner?" Kylo asked, looking his friend in the eye. Hux quirked an eyebrow.
"As much as I enjoy spending time with you, I have fulfilled my constraints for human contact for the day. I think I'll reheat a lasagna with my cat. Thank you, though, Ren- Rey." He gave a curt nod to each of them.
Rey helped Hux, Phasma, and Kylo carry stacks upon stacks of paperwork and folders towards two cars.
Phasma drove a silver Porsche 911 Turbo. Her trunk was packed with a small filing system, two crumpled garment bags, a pair of muddy running shoes, and an unopened package of fountain pens.
"How the fuck are we supposed to fit a stack of files into this mess?" Hux snapped.
"Shut up," Phasma retorted. "We can't all have obsessively coordinated trunks."
Hux's car was a red Jaguar with an immaculate trunk. Rey raised her eyebrows at the row of filing cabinets and the drawer where an overcoat and umbrella were tucked away. There was a first aid kit the size of a computer and a box of canned Alaskan salmon. "What on Earth do you need thirty bloody cans of salmon for?" Phasma asked as she set a stack of papers inside a cabinet.
"It's for my cat," Hux sighed. Kylo snorted and put an arm around Rey.
"You feed your cat 100% organic, wild Alaskan salmon?" He asked, picking a can up. "What happened to feeding pets normal stuff?"
Snatching the can from Kyo's hand, Hux set it back into the box. "Millicent is more than just a cat," he snapped, slamming the trunk shut. Turning towards the three behind him, Hux crossed his arms. "Well, today was… productive. Rey, it was very nice meeting you. See you on Monday, Ren."
Rey and Kylo watched as Lee was the first to leave. It was Phasma next. She patted Kylo's arm and hugged Rey before sliding into her sportscar and jetting off.
They walked back to Kylo's apartment, each with an arm wrapped around the other. "So are you here for good?" Kylo asked, unlocking his front door. Rey shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "Hey, I'm not suing Finn anymore," Kylo murmured and Rey chuckled.
"I know. Lee is but, Kylo, I- I really want to make this work," she explained, moving to look into the fridge. Kylo stood behind her, hugging her from the back as she dug through the fridge.
"I do too."
"What should we do for dinner? Poe and Finn aren't expecting me, so I'm staying here tonight," she said. "Is… would that be alright?"
Kylo smirked as Rey rummaged past a row of Red Bull. "You don't ever have to ask if you can stay. As for dinner, I know you're a master baker, but how good is your cooking? I can't cook," he said. Rey scoffed as she continued digging through the fridge.
"I can cook, but even Gordon Ramsay couldn't make anything out of energy drinks, celery, and lunch meat. Where is all of your food?"
She shut the fridge door as Kylo shrugged. "I usually order in or eat out. We'll order a pizza, then."
"That sounds about right." Kylo kissed Rey's temple and touched the strands of still damp hair that clung to her neck. "Am I… forgiven?" He asked.
Rey bit the bottom of her lip as Kylo reached an arm around around her front, his fingers rubbing into her side. Touching the sweatshirt, he lifted it to place his hand on her bare skin and Rey placed her hand above his. "No," she replied, "you're not…" Kylo's hand dipped into the elastic of her pants, toying with the hem of her underwear. "I've never had kitchen sex before," Rey breathed as his hand went lower.
"Want to try?"
"Fuck yes."