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Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story, and come this far. We are nearing the end, approximately twenty chapters to go; I hope you all appreciate the ending. I love you, thank you for your support!
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Yesterday went by slowly, Rey's constant complaining was no help, but if she ever spoke too much I'd just kiss her words away.
Now it is the early evening of the tomorrow Rey almost made me believe would never come.
Our joint hands swing as walk down the corridors to our new room which is ready for us to live in.

I can sense it before it happens, Rey is up to something. She's fidgeting and when I glance at her she has a mischievous grin on her lips. I think maybe she is just excited but then all of a sudden she yanks her hand from mine, I stop as Rey stands in front of me. She taps me on the nose and loudly calls, "Tag, you're it," she swiftly turns, "first to our room wins," and dashes down the hall - I wish she wouldn't run she might tear open her wound. It still isn't fully healed, and she is still wrapped in the bandage to help her ribs heal. I'm dumbfounded, by her childish ways.

"What?" I call out to her. She turns around, a large distance between us.

"You have to catch me,"

"I can't really run," I reply and gesture to my leg, trying to hide a smirk. She groans, and pouts, I exaggerate my limp as I walk up to her. When I reach her I grab hold of her cheeks and bring her closer to me, I take her bottom lip between mine and kiss her swiftly, not caring that someone has come out of their room.

I pull away, my lips hovering against hers, "You're it," I whisper before I quickly let go of her and rush down the hall, my bag swinging and hitting my side, I don't look back. As if she thought I couldn't run, I just look weird, and that's confirmed by Rey's giggles.

I hear the patter of her nearly silent footsteps. As she passes me she slaps my butt and laughs out the little phrase.

"You'll pay for that!"
She just laughs loudly and happily, skipping down the halls. She turns down the pristine corridor especially made to lead to our room, but she has to slow down so she can enter the code. Before she can reach the keypad I catch up to her and I grab hold of her waist. She weakly tries to escape but I know she wants me to kiss her, so I do. She groans as I walk us the small way to our door, our lips still attached. I reach out one hand and slap it against the metal.

"You're it," I whisper defiantly. I don't think she is listening, no longer caring for our game. Her arms wrap around my neck and she steps closer. I carefully lift her and wrap her legs around my waist, her ankles lock tightly as I shift my weight so my bad leg doesn't support much of her. I enter the code and the door opens, I walk us through the living space, hearing the click of the front door as it closes behind us. I carry her straight down the hall to our bedroom, our lips barely parting as I twist the handle and kick it shut once we are inside. I lay her gently on the soft sheets and she sighs, I don't waste any time in dropping my bag and discarding my jacket on the floor and climbing above her, adjusting myself so my leg is comfortable as I bury myself in her neck and start my tender assault. I hold her right shoulder down and my other hand supports my weight off of her injured left side. She holds my waist and grips onto my shirt as I suck on her skin. Her bruises have almost faded completely so I don't have much reminder to be cautious. I nip at her skin then run my tongue along to soothe it. I change the amount of pressure at random places. I start to kiss below her ear; I have missed this little place and I can tell she has too by the way she can't seem to breathe. I try to hide my grin as she moans when I start to suck and bite. My hand that holds down her shoulder starts to massage her and her moans change to sighs of relief. I repeat the motion and the same sound falls from her lips. I pull my head away from her neck and she doesn't open her eyes, rather, she raises his shoulder into my hand.

"Sit up," I encourage and she opens her eyes and gives me an unsure look. "Come on," I wrap my hands gently around her lower back, and I carefully pull her up. I shuffle back slightly.
"Turn around," she follows my request. She sits cross legged and I grip the hem of her loose shirt, and pull it up her body. She doesn't stop me, but she is still confused as to what I'm doing. I tug the fabric over her head and drop it on the floor; I frown at the sight of the white bandages wrapped around her torso before I pull her a bit closer so she sits between my legs. I press my hands lightly against her shoulders and slowly add a gentle amount of pressure. She immediately relaxes and sits up straighter. I try and avoid the old blaster wound from the trooper on Luke's island: her skin is almost completely healed.

She starts to giggle occasionally, "That tickles," she confesses and I add more pressure and she stops laughing a little "Oh," escapes her lips.

I move my hands down her back slightly and roll my palms against her shoulder blades. I look to the centre of her back but most of her scars are covered by the bandages. I redirect my attention to my hands, rubbing deeply into her; she starts to rock with the motions. Her head rolls with pleasure. I move my hands up to press two fingers on either side of her neck and press small circles around her spine and she can't seem to support her head and she lets it falls forward, releasing a shaky sigh. I kiss her hair as I use my fingers to massage away her pain. Her hands rub up and down my calves and I move back to the groove of her shoulders and her innocently seductive motions cause my blood to rush through my veins. As my fingers rolling over her tight muscles I can feel her relaxing and leaning closer into me.

I can't help but look over her shoulder, and even though her breasts are covered in material, the tight bandages below seem to push them up. I watch as they move up and down as I tug at her skin. I continue to rub her shoulders, until I feel almost all the tightness evaporate. Then my hands start to slip down further, making their way down her chest until I cup her breasts and start to massage them instead. She moans and presses her back against my chest, giving me full access. Her hand stops running up and down my calves but rather she grips onto them. I'm careful of her healing ribs but I don't seem to cause her any discomfort. Her head falls onto my shoulder and she gasps as my fingers run over where her nipple would be – even though she's covered she's still sensitive to my touch. I cup my large palm over her and start to softly and slowly rub her small bust around in circles. Her breathing deepens and her hands start to run up my legs again. I dip my hands inside the material and grasp onto her soft skin, my fingers tingle with the sensation. She sucks in a sharp breath and moans as I rub her. She is so soft it causes my stomach to knot, I don't want to let go. She jerks slightly as I run my fingers over her nipple again.
She tilts her head a bit closer to me so that her lips are on my neck and she starts to suck and leave wet kisses as I watch her chest heave. I moan and can't help but close my eyes when she kisses along my jaw, leaving little love bites in her wake.
She pushes against my legs so that she sits up a bit higher and tilts her head so she can reach my lips, my hands fumble around as she kisses me deeply. Rey turns so she is facing me and pushes against my shoulders so we fall down onto the mattress slowly. My hands cup her again and her legs stay between mine as she continues to kiss me. I slowly take one of my hands away and careful of her bandages I move to hold onto her hip, where I rub circles into her bare skin. My other hand leaves her chest and I cup the back of her neck and I twist the small pieces of hair that don't reach the single ribbon at the top of her head.

She rests her hands on my chest, and clutches at my shirt.
I'm not sure why but she starts to smile against my lips, and I can't help but do the same. But she starts to smile so wide I can no longer kiss her.

She pulls away from me, grinning, "Sorry," she giggles, sitting back and I lean up a bit, "I can't stop smiling,"

I laugh and it causes her hands to move up and down with the movement, "Why?"

"You are so gentle, and I can stop falling in love with you," I blush at her words. She bites her lip and my giddy smile turns to a smirk.

"Can I show you how much I love you?" I whisper.
Her smile fades and she rubs her lips together then lets her mouth part a little before she nods.

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From here on in the chapters will become M rated. This is the only warning I will give! :) I hope this does not deter any readers. I did not initially intend for this to happen, but it turns out that story developed this way.
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