I am awoken by a loud knock on the door, and it pulls me out of a deep sleep. I have ended up almost completely on top of Rey, my head buried in her hair, my chest against hers, our hips locked and feet intertwined. I am unable to move, my body heavy and weighed down with sleep, "Am I hurting you?" I groan, and Rey presses her hand hard against the back of my neck.

"No, and I don't want you to move," I smile into her shoulder.

"Neither do I," I admit just as another knock sounds. I groan louder than before, and stagger out of her grip, nearly tripping over my sleepy feet as I stand up from the bed.
"Coming," I call, glancing back at Rey who pouts childishly, it makes me smirk. Suddenly I begin to shiver, the room is really quite cold, and even though we slept without a sheet Rey and I had not felt the cold.

I open the door. "I will take you dinner tray back to the kitchen, if you please," Fletcher says quickly as soon as he is revealed to me, and I nod. I take the few steps to retrieve it from the table Rey put it on the night before. Embarrassingly I pass the untouched tray into his hands. I look at his disappointed expression but realise he isn't looking at the food; rather, his attention is directed to Rey who tugs the sheet up to her chin, covering herself. My embarrassment falters as I clench my jaw, and I block Fletcher's view of her with my looming frame.

"Guests are not permitted in staff quarters, Finn, this is unacceptable," his tone is chipped and I realise he was not paying attention to how she looks and I hang my head slightly.

"I… there was nowhere else for her to stay," I mumble as Fletcher hands me my breakfast tray.

"This is a hotel." I hear Rey try to conceal her laugh with a cough. "We do not give second chances out lightly, I suggest that your friend finds suitable accommodation and you are on time to complete your jobs today," he shakes his head and leaves before I can respond, stopping at the next door and knocking. I huff, shut the door and put the tray down before I turn the thermostat up to a comfortably warm temperature. I grab the bowl of fruit and pace over to the bed. The mattress shifts under my weight as I crawl next to Rey and lean against the headboard, my legs outstretched, one ankle crossed over the other. She hides a small grin shuffling up to sit beside me.

"Someone just got in trouble," she giggles, I shoot her an angry glare, but can't hold it for long before I huff and start to eat. Rey puts her hand on my thigh. "What's the matter?"

"I don't really like it here," I mutter. Rey moves the bowl to the side, she shifts and I instinctively uncross my legs as she moves to straddle my lap.
She rests her forehead on mine and I relax the tension in my shoulders.

"I'm here now," I do not meet her eye and she runs her hands up and down my cold arms.

"You will have to leave," I mumble, and Rey leans away from me, sitting back against my thighs. She crosses her arms and her jaw clenches, however, her eyes are dull with the ache of rejection.

"Are you being serious? I thought you got over everything that happened,"

I laugh awkwardly, "I am over it, what are you talking about?" I blink a couple of times and watch as her freckled forehead creases.

"You just told me to leave..." She mutters quietly, looking down, loosening her crossed arms slightly.

I sigh out with exasperation before I guide her face up so that our eyes meet. "I don't want you to, but you're not allowed to stay in here, with me." She relaxes slightly letting her shoulders slump.

"Oh," I wonder how long it will take her to trust me and not think I will run when I get the chance, I don't blame her though. "So what do I do?"

"What was your plan?"

"To find you," she mumbles and I smile.

"Then what?" I press, moving one of my hands from her cheek to brush her hair from her face and behind her ear.

"I never thought it through,"

"It's unlike you to be unorganised," I whisper through a tiny smile. Rey doesn't respond, instead she looks over her shoulder at the tracker on the ground near the door, still flashing. I remember how I ran through the entire battlefield as an attempt to rescue Rey, we really are reckless when it comes to each other.

"Are you going to go back?" I inquire.

"Not unless you're with me," I don't know if I want to return, I just want to be with Rey, out of harm's way.

"What about Luke?" I whisper, almost scared he'll hear me speak of him.

She uncrossed her arms and wraps them around my back, "He knows you come first, and that I can't focus without you," she leans into me and buries her face in the crook of my neck.

"Did you fly here?" I feel as though I'm bombarding her with questions. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her against me.

"Chewie let me borrow the Falcon - I think it's hard for him to see it there all the time," I nod carefully.

"Did you want to go back, or stay here?" I ask.

"I want to be wherever you are," she says quickly and snuggles closer into me, so I tighten my arms.

"Okay, well while we figure it out you can talk to the hotel and ask to stay, they will want something is return though,"

"Okay, but can I stay with you?"

"I don't think that is allowed, there is a curfew and specific rules here," I more so feel the way Rey sighs rather than hear her. She moves one hand from my waist and takes a piece of fruit from the bowl and puts it in her mouth, her jaw moves against my collarbone as she chews. I kiss the side of temple.
"I have to get ready," I whisper. She quickly tightens her hold on me and my laugh seems to echo. She turns fully into me, moving her head so her chin rests in the dip of my shoulder, her hair tickling the side of my cheek.

"No." She whines, acting like a child, but I can't deny I enjoy it. I grip high up her waist and pry her back enough that I see the way she pouts. I kiss her quickly before manoeuvring out of her grasp. "Finn," she whines louder, but I ignore her, smiling to myself as I walk over to the table where my uniform is. I pick it up and take it into the bathroom.

I turn the faucets on and then look at myself in the small mirror, waiting for the water to heat up - droplets splatter out of the open shower door and onto the tiles. I look different; I just can't seem to figure out what it is. I test the water and step in, closing the frosted glass door locking in the heat.
I rush to clean myself, so I get more time with Rey before I have to start work. I turn off the taps and lean out to grab the towel, drying myself in the warmth of the steamy shower before wrapping it around my waist and stepping out and onto the cold tiles. Rey sits on the vanity holding the wildflower and I nearly slip on the wet floor at the sight of her without my shirt on, covered only in her undergarments.