She is only in the shower for a short time before she comes back out, hair wet and nightgown sticking to her damp skin in some places. I have put on some new undergarments and changed the bed sheets. I sit up against the headboard, my legs outstretched.

"Thank you," she whispers, glancing at the dirty pile of sheets and climbing back onto the clean bed. She is glowing, I don't know if it's because of the shower but she definitely looks different. She crawls up close to me and goes to cross her legs and I see her cringe ever-so-slightly. Although she is so radiant I see in her eyes that she is hurting. I clench my jaw but she rests her hand on my thigh and leans forward to press her lips to my cheek. She changes her mind about how she is sitting and comes closer to me. She sits beside me, stretching her legs out like me, but she presses her back into my chest, her wet hair is cold as it slowly drips down my neck and shoulders. I instinctively wrap my arm around her waist and hold her gently.

"I'm sorry, I tried to... I didn't want to hurt you," I try to make her understand.

"Finn…" I know she is setting up to build an argument against me, I can hear it in her tone.

"But you didn't enjoy it..." I mutter.

"What do you mean?" I open my mouth to respond but she doesn't let me. She sits forward and twists so she can look me on the eyes. She looks exhausted. "I've never felt so at ease. Watching you, feeling you, I want it all again," she kisses my lips to confirm her words, sealing them between us. "I won't lie and say it was comfortable but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it."

"I know you didn't finish," she leans over my torso and takes my hand, locking our fingers together.

"I didn't need to." She brings our hands up and kisses the back of mine before resting them in my lap. "Next time," she winks and I feel cheeks warm and my lips tug up. "Finn, It was our first time, it'll get easier," I hold her gaze for a long moment before she looks down at our hands. "Was I... Was it good for you?" She stutters and corrects herself, and I sigh. My skin tingles and I feel my worry and guilt morph into understanding. She is okay; if I keep telling her I didn't want to hurt her she is going to think I don't want her at all. I can see it in her eyes now; she is concerned she wasn't good enough.

"You were amazing. I never dreamed I could feel so good," I admit to her. She blushes and her eyes sparkle with satisfaction.

"Imagine what it will be like when we get better..." I grunt at the idea and my mind goes to a lot of new places. I kiss her cheek.

"I'm looking forward to it," Rey grins and closes her eyes, resting her head on my shoulder.

"I'm tired," she admits and I smile.

"I'm sorry," I don't even attempt to conceal my smug response. She laughs and shakes her head.

"You've worn me out," she laughs harder and it makes my chest shudder.
We are quiet for a moment. "Did you want dinner?"

"Nope," I say immediately.

"Good," she yawns and slides down the bed, she shuffles onto her side and slips under the bed covers. She curls up in a little ball facing me, I look down at her and run my hand over her wet hair. As much as I want to pull her on to me I know she needs space, I just hope she doesn't push me away. She is in pain and no matter how much she tries to hide it; I can see it, behind her shining eyes. I really did hurt her but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

"What did it feel like, for you?" I ask quietly. "Be honest," I request.
Her tired eyes search mine.

"It stung. Kind of like when you sat up and stretched your scar when you first woke up from a coma," I recall the feeling and remember the agony. For a moment I think about Rey feeling that, then she quickly adds, "just not as intense, a much smaller area." I open my mouth to say something to defend myself then I remember I asked her to tell me, she was just being honest.

Then I furrow my brow as I realise. "How do you know what that felt like?"

Rey smiles innocently and closes her eyes for a long moment. She reaches out and taps the my chest. "How did you know I hurt my ankle?" Once the realisation dawns on me, she closes her eyes as she smiles. "I feel a lot of things that you feel," she confesses and I nod the rustle of the pillow fills my ears as I do so. "I don't mean to, but it happens."

"So you know how good it is when I kiss you?" Rey smirks and hums happily.

"I tend to just think about how I'm feeling when you kiss me," I nod again, smiling.

"Do you need anything? Something warm, something cold? That will make you feel better."

"Who said I was feeling unwell?" She mumbles and my lips twitch up.

"I may not have the Force but I can see it in your eyes," I rub my fingers gently under her chin and she suppresses a giggle.

"I think something warm."

"What would you like?"

"A kiss?" My cheeks immediately start to ache from the enormous grin that makes my eyes squint and my nose crinkle and Rey sighs the most innocent, lovely sigh as she looks at me and spreads her palm out over my chest. I slide down the bed, under the covers, rolling onto side, mirroring her. I hold her jaw lightly, guiding her forward so her lips meet mine.
There is no lust to lead to something more, no rush or desperation - not even when my hand trails down to hold her waist. Our tongues slowly caress together, it's a simple kiss that tells her I love her and that she loves me and that's all we will ever really need. Regardless of that I still feel my skin tingle and her light flows into me and I feel like I'm glowing too. Her fingers lightly press into my cheek, she sighs as she pulls away, licking her lips and smiling to herself.

"Is there anything else you need?"

I see her think about this for a moment before she shakes her head.

"Okay, just wake me if you do."

"Do you need anything?" She asks quietly, I smile.

"Nothing I don't have right here," I kiss her for a brief second, and she blushes. She closes her eyes and takes my hand. I run my thumb over her knuckles and I watch as she falls asleep.

Her breathing evens and her hand goes limp in mine.
I close my eyes and just when I'm about to fall asleep I feel her take her hand out of mine and she rolls onto her other side. My heart sinks
I can't help but think she is pushing me away again...

I roll on my back and open my eyes staring at the dark ceiling and I sigh.

"Finn..." I hear Rey mumble my name like she often does in her sleep.
"Are you awake?" She mutters but doesn't turn to look.

"Yeah, are you alright?" I whisper.

"What's wrong?" She counters.

"Nothing is wrong."

"There is no point lying. You're worried, why?"

"Because you're over there, and I'm over here,"

"There is barely any space between us, my butt is practically on your leg," she mutters. "Come closer, silly, I'm not going to stop you."

"Don't you want some space?"

"No. It's just more comfortable for me like this." I feel foolish for making this about me. She moves all her hair so it sweeps over the shoulder she is sleeping on as an invitation to move closer. I carefully roll over and press myself against her back. Not sure where to put my hand, I just rest it on her shoulder and press kisses into her neck. I start to slowly massage her, and she relaxes into me.

"Are you happy now?" She asks wriggling a little.

"Very," I admit my heart feels at ease and my hand leaves her shoulder and I wrap it under her arm and I rest it softly over her stomach.

"I love you," Rey whispers. I sigh with content as I lean forward to kiss her cheek.

"And I love you," I whisper back and she smiles sleepily. It doesn't take long for both of us to fall asleep.

I dream of her, nothing special; nothing dangerous or exciting. No, just quietly content, just Rey and I, finally at peace.