Rey and Finn find some alone time aboard the Falcon.
A short work of ~ 1000 words.
Occurs between meeting Han and Chewie and their arrival to Takodana during The Force Awakens.
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Rey was exhausted. She hadn't slept since their first encounter with the Legendary Han Solo. In some ways, she felt it necessary to stay in the cockpit. She had commandeered the Falcon on Jakku and she felt responsible for the old rust bucket.
Han sat next to her. She could tell that he was in a similar position. He had just stumbled across something, like a lost toy. He too wanted to take care of the old ship.
She looked at him, and then, a furtive glance at the controls.
"Kid, you look, beat. I can handle her from here. Go find a bunk and rest," Han said.
Rey didn't reply, but moved out of the cockpit and down the Falcon's hall.
She emerged into the ship's main common area. It was silent except for the running of the ship. The pilot bunk was still taken by Chewbacca, asleep after being wounded on the freighter.
The couch didn't look particularly comfortable so Rey made her way towards the back of the ship. In the hallway, an old sign was marked "Crew Quarters".
She slid the door open and found Finn, sitting upright in a bunker, stroking a giant, black member.
Rey let out a giggle as Finn tried to cover himself.
"Are you serious?" Rey asked.
Fin looked at her guiltily.
"Hey, I was...Well, I was stressed, you know." Finn said.
"That's not the word I would've used," Rey retorted.
Rey was awake now and...a bit aroused by the whole thing. She smirked a bit. Maybe it was the danger she had just experienced on the freighter, fleeing the Rathtar. But something was driving her to seize this "accident."