We continue to gaze at each other for a little while longer, until Rey leisurely wraps her legs around my lower back, locking her feet, and I stop breathing. She blinks slowly, smiling dreamily at me. I don't think we are in a competition to show dominance anymore. Her hand raises up and she caresses my face affectionately, running her fingers through my hair before grasping the back of my neck and pulling my head down. She leans up at the same time, closing the space between us before bringing her head back down upon the pillow bringing me with her. I gradually add more pressure upon her as I relax; however, my mind is constantly weary of my weight upon her. I moan as her legs tighten around me and she sighs in response, the contact something foreign yet sensational. We continue to kiss each other, the passion raging, then simmering down slowly as we catch our breath, before igniting it again.
"Finn?" She mutters between small kisses.

"Yeah?" I murmur back, not fully focused as I kiss her lips again, I don't think I ever want to stop.

"Can we swap?" She asks running her fingers in my hair.

"What do you mean?" I ask, pulling back enough to reveal her whole face.

"I want… I mean, can you be on the bottom?" she mumbles blushing, and I smirk.

"Why's that?" I enquire, twisting her hair absentmindedly in my fingers.

She doesn't meet my eye as she answers, "I liked it," she whispers, I continue to smirk as I lower my face down into her hair.

"I liked it too," I whisper back into her ear, before flipping us quickly around again. She grins happily as she straddles my hips. I put my arms behind my head and gaze at her. She looks like a mythical angel in her white nightgown. Or maybe even a princess.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" her tone has gained defiance, like she thinks she is better now she has me under her.

"I'm just enjoying the view," I see the way she blushes as I grin up at her. I start to move my hands delicately along her thighs, occasionally adding pressure. She relaxes around me, her eyes fluttering closed, and her hands instinctively spread up my chest. Even at our innocently slow pace I feel like my blood is on fire, and when she opens her eyes, they're dark and full of desire. As beautiful as she looked under me I think I prefer when she has her weight pressed against me.
I watch as she tries to conceal a yawn; her chest expanding as she breathes in. She looks adorable the way her nose scrunches up and her eyes become watery, and her hand casually tries to hide her open mouth. Her action makes yawn as well, and I suddenly become aware of just how tired I am.
This day seems like it has been going for weeks, and I briefly wonder if the owner of the general store wasn't too angry that I had not returned to help him clean his store. Rey looks down upon my bare chest, taking in the way it moves as I breathe, and the way my arms tense and relax as I move my hands along her legs. Her eyes linger on my right shoulder, and it occurs to me that this seems to be the first time she noticed my scar tonight. I don't want her to draw attention to it; I don't want it to ruin the night
"Rey," I whisper as she pushes her hair behind her ears. She flickers her eyes to meet mine, her expression somewhat forlorn. "Come here..." I nod down gesturing to my chest. She smiles sleepily, leaning over to the side, flicking the light switch off. We plunge into a darkness only broken by the small amount of moonlight splintering through the fluttering drapes.
Her legs sliding down my body, my hands pushed up to her hips with the movement. She finds my lips in the darkness and I return her gentle kiss, taking my hands and gathering all her hair in my fingers, twisting it out of the way. She pulls away from my lips after a moment and moves down a bit lower, resting her head in the crook of my neck. Neither of us say a word, we don't have to.
Her chest is placed so wonderfully against me that it is as if I can feel her heart inside mine. It is as if somehow she has gotten under my skin and her heartbeat pounds through me.
Her breathing slows, the light kisses she presses against my neck become few and far between. My eyes feel heavy; the euphoria we were feeding off has simmered down and left us with a sated tiredness. I caress my hand down her back and hold her against me as I shuffle into a more comfortable position; resting my cheek upon the top of her head, the perfume of her hair products mix with her and It's almost like a lullaby for my senses. Rey's hand gently draws circles into the skin of my bare chest. I'm on the verge of sleep when I feel her movements stop, her hand moving up to hold the other side of my neck, her fingertips twisting the short curls at the nape of my neck, she takes a large sigh. I kiss her hair and slip into a heavy sleep with a smile on my lips.

I jolt awake from a deep, dreamless slumber, immediately before I even have the chance to open my eyes or have a sense of where I am, I clench my hand and it grasps a soft fabric. My eyes flutter open, and relief washes over me as I see her. Almost exactly how she was the night before, but her fingers are no longer in my hair, but rather her arm has extended across my chest and her hand is linked with mine on the mattress. One of her legs has fallen between mine and I have the urge to squeeze her tightly, as close to me as possible, but I don't want to shift us. I attempt to absorb the way it feels to wake up having her body still pressed against mine. The subtle dawn light illuminates the room just enough that I can see her. I lick my swollen, chapped lips the taste of Rey still lingers on them. I close my eyes sighing out steadily, trying by best not to move and wake her.
I doze quietly, listening to the songs of the birds and focusing on the way it feels as Rey moves as she breathes. She starts to shift slightly, and I smile, opening my eyes to watch her rise out of her sleep. My smile fades as she loosens her grip on my hand, fearing that she may resort to her usual ways and push me away again. However, as she lifts her hand away, it hovers above mine, in mid-air for a moment before lowering back down and her fingers intertwine tightly with mine. She buries her face in my neck and starts to kiss me softly and I sigh my eyes close and I focus on the way my neck tingles.

"Good morning," My voice is thick with sleep.
Suddenly, she stops and is completely still. I open my eyes as Rey simultaneously presses against my chest and turns her head around. I can feel it too, something isn't right. Before I can ask what is wrong the door creaks open, and the echo of stomping footsteps become louder. He approaches: walking around the large wall, he stops, staring at us. Kylo Ren.