"Are you feeling okay?" I finally ask as I give Rey my undivided attention. Her eyes are heavy, and she blinks slowly.
"I've been through worse," she confesses and I huff, looking down at our joint hands.
Her skin is still cold but I can feel her warming from my touch, and I have to wonder if I am able to fill her with some light like she does to me.
"I'm just sore, and tired, but it will pass,"
"Can I help?" Rey's lips twitch up and she creases her brow in surprise at my offer.
"Just don't leave," she pleads and I pull the chair closer to her bed.
"I'm not going anywhere," I kiss her cheek and she smiles widely, I brush my lips down her jaw lightly. I want to kiss her, properly, but I don't know if I should; would she even be able to breathe? I rest my forehead on the bed, my hair pressed against her face.
She's in a lot of pain, I can tell, but I don't think there's anything I can do to help her.
I'm sure the hard surface of the medical bed has caused her back to stiffen and muscles ache because I can feel the way she shifts uncomfortably, however, she doesn't complain. Rey takes our joint hands and brings them up to her lips, she kisses my fingers and I smile at the tingling sensation. I snuggle in closer to her neck and I press a couple of tender kisses into her skin before I stop.
"Finn?" she asks quietly.
"Hmm?" I mumble into her neck.
"Are you okay?" I sit back so I can see her, taken aback at her question. She tilts her head so that she looks at my leg, then back up to face me.
I nod, "Yeah," I say the words as I realise the constant burning sensation.
She shakes her head, "I have eyes, what happened?" She holds my gaze.
"It was just a blaster shot, it's fine," I don't know why the lie falls so easily from my lips, and I feel guilty as soon as I say it. I just don't want her to feel responsible. She looks down at the bandages and I notice how strange it is that I have only one full pants leg.
I look back up at her.
"We're such a good pair," I can tell by her tone that she's being sarcastic but I can't help but see the truth in it.
"We really are," I whisper and she smiles dreamily before looking at my lips which I instinctively lick, my teeth tugging at my bottom lip while I stare at hers.
"Hurry up and kiss me dammit! I can't move," She grumbles and I don't waste any more time. I take my free hand under her head to support and guide her as I lean down and press my lips to hers, she relaxes and I try not to smile.
She's so cold and I'm so warm in comparison, it takes some time for her lips to figure out what to do again, but before long she's got it all worked out. I run my tongue along her lips and she deepens the kiss by opening her mouth for me.
Our hands rest on the bed, I find it so much more intimate to kiss her while our fingers twist together.
I've forgotten that Poe is unconscious only a couple of steps away but I'd like to believe he wouldn't mind even if he was awake.
I continue to guide her head around where I want her to go and she giggles when my fingers get tangled in her hair.
"Stop laughing at me," I groan between kisses, trying to escape her knotted locks.
"Make me," her challenge shifts something inside me and I want to prove to her I can.
In between light kissing I respond, "You shouldn't say that, because I know how,"
"Go on," she giggles; damn she's cute.
"If I start I won't be able to stop," I confess. I kiss her deeply, taking her bottom lip in mine and biting softly as she is half way through sighing into me she stops and tears her lips from mine. She focuses her attention towards the door and I do the same to see Luke standing there. Rey's flushed cheeks turn a deeper red. I feel embarrassment itch up my neck and settle into my cheeks too.
"Master Luke..." Rey's voice breaks a little. He stands in the dimly light room by the door.
"I'm disappointed in you," he addresses her. My brow furrows. Rey puts some space between us, leaning slightly away. I tighten my grip on her hand so she can't take that away and she squeezes back, reassuring me she wasn't planning on.
"Why?" She says quietly.
"You know why?" He shows a lot more emotion in her presence. His normal expressionless demeanour has vanished and he has his brows raised and adorns a look of dissatisfaction. I glance at Rey and notice the way she looks down. "You told me this wouldn't be an issue," he gestures his hand between us and I sit up a bit straighter.
"It isn't-"
He cuts her off, "You've become reckless, Rey," she keeps her eyes low.
"It's not entirely Rey's fault," Luke turns his attention to me. "I didn't have any way to defend myself; Rey had too much to focus on,"
"So you're admitting this is your fault?" he enquires, the beeping of all the machines confuse me and if takes a while to gather my thoughts.
"Yes, I should have removed myself-" his gaze in intense and it weighs upon me.
"Stop, dammit Finn," I look at Rey her eyes blazing before she directs her focus to Luke.
"I followed my instinct; that's what you thought me," she is assertive, but I see no anger in her, she glancing back at me, "It wasn't your fault, don't go there," she mutters quickly before turning her head back to Luke. "My feelings may have driven me to become more reckless, but you cannot stand here and tell me you wouldn't have tried to protect the people you love. I know the stories Master." She says firmly, and it puts him in his place; I watch his disposition alter.
"You need be careful," he says quietly.
"I know, I need to carry on your legacy, but I also need to do what my heart tells me, and we know they align," he nods.
"Yes, but your safety is paramount," I am not offended by his thinking lesser of me, because I agree with him.
She shakes her head, "To you maybe, but to me, Finn's well-being surpasses mine," she tries to suppress a yawn. I squeeze her hand, she is exhausted she shouldn't be interrogated like this.
I also can't help but think this is an extreme compliment coming from Rey. A girl who grew up alone and had only herself to protect, no one else mattered to her. Now, she lies here wearing a medical gown in an infirmary stating she has decided I am important enough for her to risk her safety for.
"We've discussed this, Rey," Luke tries to reason with her; he mustn't know her well enough if he thinks he can succeed.
"I know and I told you, Finn comes first. I'm not going to lose him again," Rey chokes out the words and I can tell she's fighting against the tears that glisten in her dull eyes. All I want is to do is hold her and let her sleep.
"You must be careful, you know my tales, and you know what came of my irrational and impulsive decisions," Luke's tone has changed and has softened. "When you're able we will meditate together," Rey nods.
"I would like that," she says with genuine happiness, the tension between them dissipates. I wonder if maybe they usually meditate separately and that is why she seems comforted by his offer, because it sounds daunting to me.