[ Ben is being such a good droid daddy right now it's not even funny. Like, just A+ vibes, what a good protector. She doesn't really need a protector but it's undoubtedly nice to feel safe and cared for. To have a partner to unequivocally be able to lean on in these moments of high emotion.
BB-8 starts barking bossy orders of all the stuff he normally does when a storm is rolling in. I guess he isn't just a giant over-sized USB drive. His beeps are a little off tone, too loud suddenly and too quiet the next. They'll have to troubleshoot that later. After they are done blowing sand out of literally every single piece of equipment they own (her poor speeder still parked outside). ]
You're not going back out there.
[ Damage is already started. Might as well deal with it tomorrow. ]
[ BB-8's just making more noise and Ben is internally sighing at this madness. ]
None of us are going outside. [ He says that sharply enough that the sassy beeps stop for the time being. ] We should get comfortable for the rest of the night, at least.
[ Unsure how long this storm was going to last, but they were going no where quick any time soon. Ben's gonna stand up here and hold out a hand for Rey to nab on to ]
[ Oh such a stern droid daddy. Rey takes his hand and scoops up all the random bits and tools with the Force. The ship is sort of shaky as she shoves them back into some side storage panel. ]
You be careful, don't shake a screw loose. [ Big apologies will happen tomorrow when she has the mental capacity to actually be sincere. She points at BB-8 so it's clear she's addressing him before turning to Ben. ] We can secure him in the captain's quarters.
[ There will be no boning during the sandstorm ig ]
[ He gives her a nod. No bonding during the sand storm that's fine. He can handle it. ]
You go ahead, I'll secure everything else.
[ Rey can have alone cuddle times with their son. it's chill. It seems like she needs to kinda hold BB-8 and cry over his near death for a while. More than she cried for Ben ig. ]
[ HEY in the moment BB-8 seemed dead for a lot longer than Ben to be fair. Also she probably has nightmares about Ben being dead and then they have weepy emotional sex because nothing soothes the soul more than crawling on top of your space husband while crying about how he was almost gone forever.
Anyway. She coaxes him down for a quick smooch. It's sincere and sweet. a kiss of gratitude ] Thank you.
[ She's gonna heft bb8 up with the Force and wrangle him into the bed. I mean. She will kick him out when Ben comes but he will get some good mom cuddles for awhile. She doesn't even cry that much. ]
[ Ben's just shuffling around getting the blast window in the cock pit closed... it's not as bad as it could have been. Securing both of the turret windows as well. He cleans up as much sand as he can but he's just going to throw a vaccuum at BB-8 tomorrow and be like "THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE OF YOU NOW HELP OUT YOU FUKKIN COCK BLOCK"
I'd be more mad but BB-8 deserves it.
Comms are down, everything is down. He hopes the village is okay, but they've been here for thousands of years so.... they probably know what they're doing more than the two force users.
He manages to organize the tools and spare parts they hadn't needed into a nice pile before he gets to the captain's quarters and.
God his hair is sticking out from the static electricity. BB-8 is gonna attempt to beep sassily from him, but he kinda sounds like a dude going through puberty. Ben just looks up at his hair and sighs. Aggressively. He has to take a moment to find a grounding bar right outside the room to touch (Rey and BB will def hear that "OW" along with the accompanying static noise) before coming back in. His hair now down, but still kinda fucked up. ]
[ Rey just laughs at BB-8's protesting puberty beeps and his hair and the static noises and just. Everything. She is in better spirits now. ]
Time for you to go. [ He beeps out a whine. ] No, you don't need to sleep in the bed.
[ He makes more protesting beeps, but Rey patting him on the chassis still convinces him to roll out of the bed. There's fuss, especially because how COULD she after he almost DIED, but she tips her head at him in a very mom-like way that works to convince him to roll over to a spot where he can secure himself by extending his weird... wire thingies.
Rey pats the now empty spot in a clear invitation for Ben. She'll murmur, kinda quietly. ]
Be nice to our first-born.
[ Do they actually joke about BB-8 being their child? Maybe. Or Rey is saying something very awkward rn. Could be either. ]
[ Here he comes. Dismayed at all the sand everywhere in the sheets. He's gonna just have to change them ASAP but there's no way Rey is moving out of her spot now so. Later. For now he'll tuck his arms around her and collapse in next to her. ]
If Poe ever hears you refer to him as our first-born he's going to shoot me for it.
[ EG Rey makes the joke. Ben doesn't. He's in fear for his life if he does. ]
[ She snuggles herself against him in a practiced way. Yeah they'll be vacuuming for days probably but she's tired physically and mentally and she doesn't have Skywalker aversion to sand, so she will tolerate this for now. ]
Mmhm. Probably. He'll kill me if he ever finds out what happened tonight.
[ What happens during a sandstorm stays in the sandstorm. ]
[ He need a sandphobic coating on every centimeter of his body. He can just LEVITATE above the sand like how Legolas just walks on the snow above the entire Fellowship. ]
We'll have to do anonymous bidding on parts on the net.
[ With the name "TotallyNotKyloRen". You know. Just to be safe. ]
[ BB-8's gone through the motions of shutting down into sleep mode and is tucked up all nicely into the corner so he won't rattle around in the storm. Rey feels a little bit less weird about scooting up and pressing her lips against his cheek, humming contemplatively. ]
I'll comm Rose tomorrow and see what what she can send us.
[ She's made some credits here and there doing work in town but more often than not, Rey just does it for free. They're very much Jedi class. AKA desert poor. ]
[ Ben is going to do what he can right now by quietly coming his hands through her hair, undoing the buns and just-- Silently trying to shake loose some of the sand. But you know. It's still an affectionate touch. Hopefully Rey is more used to his neat freak ways by this point.
But seriously. Their filtration system is about to get FUCKED by whatever showers they take after this. ]
She may want a bribe to keep quiet.
[ This begs the question of How does Ben know that? And what has he had to give her to keep quiet? AND ABOUT WHAT????
Now i'm just also imagining Rose asking him for a cleavage pic. Like. JUST PUSH UR TITS TOGETHER BEN. I NEED TO SHOW THIS TO FINN AND POE AND DELIGHT THAT THEY THOUGHT THOSE WERE WOMEN'S BREASTS.
[ She'll keep her face pressed to his as his hands move through her hair. She doesn't mind even if it does stem from his neat freak-ness. She acts like she's just as touch starved as the first time she kissed him.
But really, she just finds his touch intoxicating.
She tips her head, quirking an eyebrow at him. ]
What secret is Rose keeping for you?
[ It's not like she goes digging around in his head, but like. It's a little hard to keep secrets from each other. She's not thinking it's anything big, but can you blame or for being curious? ]
[ There's a scoffing laugh she doesn't get to see. And she should regret the fact that she also doesn't get to see him just... melt down into the cushions as if she could see him proving the point of his comfort. ]
[ Lord. Give the boy a minute to get himself worked up. There's a little performance anxiety given like. He doesn't generally just look at his dick and go "time to get at attention dude" but. It's cool. It's fine.
Also Rose probably texted rey some peeping eyes or several dozen. lmao
Which she can have fun trying to ignore when his next message comes in and-- oh hey it's an actual video(holo??? again. confusing) message. Pants haven't quite come off yet because he's still rubbing at himself through them like. Hey. She might as well enjoy the build up to the eggplant. Especially as the muscles of his stomach shift and stretch and move with every breath he takes. And, you know, that hitched breath of air which is just barely cut off so
[ She is saving this holo/video/whatever to her comm. In some totally random folder named idk 'photos of porgs' which is confusing cause there is also a 'porg photos' file that is actual porg photos.
This is pretty dangerous file naming tbh.
Anyway.
She cannot hear that hitched breath, unfortunately, because this club is very loud and she is currently becoming one with the wall and her comm is becoming one with her face because she doesn't want anyone to see her boyfriend's sex holos except for her and it's hot in here and she's also getting really hot and she might need to leave soon. ]
[ Like. it's hard to expand on that when he's got a growing issue in his pants but. Truly. Her sitting in the middle of some cantina trying to figure out if it has Sparkle and also trying to hide that she's got a former supreme leader sized secret on her phone jacking off for her. ]
Do you want me to touch you right now?
[ This is the point where danger signs should flash above her head. ]
[She can kinda figure out where he's going with this, but it's not something they've exactly tried before. She's not sure it'll work, but a small part of her wants to try.
That's a lie.
A large part of her wants to try. Her pulse quickens at the thought, fingers running over some bare skin at her collar before she bites at her thumbnail in a nervous anticipation. ]
[ lmao cool. well i guess we're dropping in hard on this kink.
Especially as the impression of two of his fingers dipping down along the lines of her abdomen down to her hips and then between her thighs begins. Growing a bit more intense and real with each second. ]
[ Good thing she's claimed this very poorly lit booth in the corner, because he wastes no time getting started, and she's just sinking back farther, chewing on the little plastic (or w/e space plastic) stirring straw that came with her drink. ]
you should've just come with tonight
[ Distracted? Just a little now as she feels his touch dart lower. And logically she knows this isn't quite his scene, and yeah he's the former supreme leader and might be recognized yadda yadda. Still, there's something so heady and intoxicating about the atmosphere of the low lights and loud bass and the bodies just pressed together in the rhythm of the beat.
And while Rose makes a good dance partner, she can't help but feel like she would have do do fewer Force pushes throughout the night if her dance partner was a 6'3" star destroyer of a man pushed up behind her and not Rose or one of the other women they'd made fleeting friendships with over the course of the night, as apparently women in clubs do. ]
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