Luke's Interlude 01
Luke woke first early in the morning, his awareness returning slowly. He could feel the heavy mass of snow outside, how it was pressing on the roof of their hut. He could feel the winds had calmed and the clouds cleared, and how stars were twinkling in the skies as the new day was being born. He felt gold brightness and warmth enveloping him, all soft and featherlike, touching his consciousness almost shyly, interweaving with a tiny stream of his own bright colors.
And he froze and breathed in the scent he had come to associate with Rey – earthly smell of a forest clearing on a summer day; wildflowers, strawberries, and pine trees.
His eyes opened, and he blinked into the semidarkness of their hut, becoming aware of the fact that he and Rey were not interwoven only in the Force. She was using his right arm as her pillow, the whole of her back pressed tightly against his torso, their legs entangled, and he had his other arm wrapped around her, his left hand resting close to Rey's breast.
Luke started to blush and swallowed as he also realized that the position they were in had an interesting effect on a particular part of his anatomy. He held his breath as he slowly minimized the contact of his groin with Rey's backside, releasing it only after he had inched almost to the wall of the hut. Rey was a wonderful person, and Luke knew he wasn't worthy of her generosity, her unconditional loyalty, and friendship. He wasn't about to make her uncomfortable with a mere bodily function.
Then he focused on their Force bond and spent a long time simply marveling at the feel and sight of it. It had been years since he had allowed himself even the smallest contact with the Force in fear of what he would do with his powers back. He had been and still was absolutely terrified to open himself again to such a temptation – there was anger in him, a dangerous festering wound that had the potential to become something much darker, which could push him over the edge. Now, though, he felt only contentment, completeness he hadn't known in his entire life until this very moment. There was no negative emotions, no anger, no fear, just the pure pleasure of being whole, peace, and joy, and Luke smiled and closed his eyes, floating with the feeling.
When he felt Rey was close to waking, he pretended to be asleep. With a tear slowly sliding from the corner of his eye, Luke called the tiny tendril of his presence back into his body, sealing his powers again behind iron gates. When the last thread between them broke, he shuddered as he lost contact both with Rey and the Force.
He continued to lie there, bereft, and wondered how it would look and feel if he should open those gates fully; how Rey's golden light would mix with the bright colors of his Force presence, how radiant and blinding their bond would become. He realized with a start that he wanted to find out.
Perhaps with Rey close at his side, he wouldn't have to be afraid to allow the Force back into his body. She had balanced him, brought him a new purpose, a peace of mind and an unexpected chance at being the man he had been before Ben had fallen. With her bright gold Force presence filling him with hope, how could he ever think of anything but the Light?
He just needed time, he told himself.
AN: So, this is Luke's POV. What do you think, guys? Also, I had some troubles uploading this chapter for some reason and I'm sorry for the delay.