I walk along the hallways and into my room; my breakfast has been placed on my bed. I sit down on the edge.
Having eaten most of it when I hear a smug, "Well, well, well..." I look up to see Poe standing in the doorway, "Fancy this: I come for my morning visit to discover a certain someone-" he raises an eyebrow, "-didn't come back to their room last night," Poe walks in and pats my left shoulder, "have a good sleep?" He asks blankly, I nod, and smile a little.
"I did, did you?" Poe laughs, slapping my shoulder before strolling back to the doorway.
He looks back at me over his shoulder, "Not as well as you, I'm sure," he winks, smirking deeply at me. I think I understand his reference but decide I'll ignore it; before I can tell him that I hope he sleeps better tonight, he has disappeared down the hallway.
I finish eating my breakfast, placing the tray beside me; I take a moment to absorb the events of the past few days; stationing my head on my hand. The silence of the room is strange, with no more beeps of machines it almost feels lonely… that is until I hear a quiet knock on the wall, I look up and see Rey standing quietly in the doorway, wearing a gray shirt, a thin vest and tight pant, her arms are bare of her usual coverings.
"Hey," I don't know why I always whisper when I speak to her, I guess I'm afraid I'll scare her away.
"Hi," she doesn't meet my gaze as she paces up to me. I sit up a little straighter, "You left this," She looks down at me then lifts my jacket up, passing it to me I then place it on the bed. I slowly stand up, rising somewhat taller than her, she takes a step back and I frown ever so slightly. I roll my shoulders, releasing the tension, she watches me closely.
"Does it hurt?" She asks quietly
"Does what hurt?" I query as I slowly rotate my hips, loosening the muscles in my back that have stiffened from sitting down.
"Your exercises?" I shake my head.
"It did in the beginning, but not anymore," She nods slowly, "Do you want to help me?" I request.
"Okay," I smile and take a step closer to her, she timidly puts one foot behind her ready to put space between us, I lower myself onto the floor.
"Stand on my feet," I tell her, she looks at me with confusion, "come one," she does as I ask and I begin to carefully pull myself up, keeping my spine straight and stretching my arms forward. Feeling a tug in my shoulder and back muscles; they're still tender from being overworked the previous afternoon.
"Be careful," She looks down at me with concern and I laugh.
"It doesn't hurt; it'll be okay." I continue to sit up and lay down. She looks down at me, and occasion I'll steal a glance at her eyes, but I mainly watch as her chest rises and falls in the same rhythm as my movements. After a while I direct my concentration to sitting up further, and reaching farther forward. Suddenly, I hear Rey begin to stifle a laugh, "What's funny?" I ask resting my hands behind me and leaning back.
"You're so focused, you looked really…" she seems to be searching for the right words, I raise my eyebrows at her, "I don't know, cute." I twitch my head back as if I had something foreign thrown at my face.
I try my best to hide the giddish feeling that threatens to spill from my heart, and decide to take a more masculine approach. "Cute?" repeat with disgust, I slip my feet out from under Rey's, and push myself off the ground. I take a heavy step forward so that I hover over her, her smile doesn't falter, but as I look into her eyes I see a flash of uncertainty at my intentions. Her surprise is evident as I grip her hips swiftly, she squirms in my arms.
"What are you doing, let me go!" she demands, losing her happy grin. I can tell she is serious. Intimacy is not her forte - expect for last night, and the evening before that - My shoulder tingles at the memory of her lips against me.
"Is it still cute when I do this?" I ask with hooded eyes as I lift her from the ground. She begins to pound against my chest; I bring her down and up again. Her punches start to take effect, Rey may be smaller than me, but she isn't weak. "Hey, stop that," I whine. Unable to hold my insincere, and unsuccessfully intimating façade any longer.
"What are you doing?" She repeats angrily, I place her feet back on the ground but keep my hands on her, I lean forward and whisper in her ear.
"I need to do some lifting, get my shoulder strength back," I feel her shiver as my words breeze through her hair.
"Lift something else," she has lost her anger, and no longer sounds threating.
"I don't want something else…" I whisper, not entirely sure what I mean, I lift her up again. She hates it, I can tell, but I see her smile as I bring her down again.
She leans forward and whispers arrogantly, "You're still cute."
I pull her closer to me. I don't know what I am doing, but I try to make it look like I do. I move my hands lower on her hips, letting my fingers slip under her shirt slightly as I bend my head down so my lips are almost against her skin. I feel an unexpected yet primal urge to kiss her, nevertheless, I attempt to continue my virile attitude, and not crumble at the thought of how deeply and desperately I want to know what it is like when her skin is under my lips.
"I…" I press my lips lightly below her ear, "Am…" I kiss her harder, lower down her neck, "Not," I kiss her even lower; as I slowly trail my lips against her skin back to her ear I move my hands deeper under her shirt, gripping the bare skin of her waist, pulling her gentle body so close to me that we are touching, "Cute." I whisper, so quietly I don't even hear it myself; but I feel her quiver. I pucker my lips against her rough yet soft skin, strange yet unique warmth that spreads from my core turns my blood into fire. I squeeze her tightly, and then loosen my grip slightly, bringing my hands up and down her waist, her small hands rest on the back of my neck, holding my head against her. I become intoxicated by the way the heat flows from her skin, mixed with the faint hint of sand that will never wash away, and the aroma that can only be described as Rey.
I don't know if she likes the way I kiss her, and it makes me slightly nervous, but these new impulses guide my inexperienced lips without much thought on my behalf. I continue to kiss along her neck, teasing her by barely pressing my lips to her skin. Without warning I passionately, but gently, suck the skin just beneath her ear. She moans my name and it sounds otherworldly, it ripples so deeply through me that I nearly have to lean against something for support.
"Finn!" That wasn't Rey, this person sounds irritated. I lightly run my fingers across Rey's skin as I take my large hands from under her shirt. I kiss her neck once more before I slowly pull out of her hair. I look over to the doorway; Starla has her arms crossed against her chest; her head tilted slightly, lips puckered and her weight shifted onto one side. "You need to do your exercises," Starla does not sound angry, she is serious "I suggest that Rey, doesn't visit in rehabilitating hours. Unless you can keep your hands to yourself," She glances down to where my hands have a snug grip on Rey's waist. I direct my attention back to Rey and am taken aback by the way she looks: her cheeks have a subtle flush to them, her lips parted and her pupils are so large I almost can't see the dark green irises. It takes each ounce of my self-control to not start kissing her again. I hadn't realised it made her feel that way. I never knew someone could look this desirable, and I never knew it would allow for such unexpected reactions from me. "Did you hear me"? Starla queries, I briefly look at her and nod.
"Okay." I respond, looking back to Rey; she closes her eyes and her mouth, rubbing her lips together. Starla waits in the doorway a moment longer before I hear her huff and stroll down the hall.
Rey sighs heavily.
She reopens her eyes, taking a step back, my grip loosening. "I should… yeah, I should go." She turns away from me and I let her slip through my hands, and she quickly walks out of the room. I almost follow her, but I don't know what to say.
I try my best to get her out of my head, by filling it with an intense workout session. I start lifting and pushing different weights, the training I accomplished for my back assisted in repairing my shoulder. Now I start to complete new exercises to optimise movement and strength. None of them however, are as entertaining as lifting Rey.