twelve_not_fourteen | Facing the Dawn with Sleepless Eyes ...

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Facing the Dawn with Sleepless Eyes ...

Han was sitting in the curved bench of the Millennium Falcon’s galley with a half full glass of a colorless liquid in his hand. It was a loose, but familiar grasp. Like he had held a glass like this a thousand times and he knew exactly how to wrap his fingers around it comfortably. Whatever he was drinking smelled kind of like what leaks out of a power coupler when it’s busted.

He happens to be drinking it slowly, at least.

His other hand is occupied stroking through over the hair of a young lady who decided that his thigh ought to be her pillow while she took a nap.

Most days on the YT-1300 were good. Better than they had any right to be.

A fact that he attributed much of to the very same lady in his company now, but the path they treaded earlier in the day had been as choppy as entering a planet’s atmosphere during a raging storm. He should have seen it coming. He did, after all, accept a job that was going to have them delivering vaporators to a collective of moisture farmers on Jakku.

Yeah. That Jakku. The very same desert planet that he had gotten the lonely girl off of. The one she spent so many years waiting on, barely scraping by sometimes, waiting for people who never did end up coming back for her. The planet she never hesitated to mention that she would be perfectly happy never to go back to.

She put on a brave face when he told her their destination. Tried to act like it didn’t bother her, but he was beginning to know Rey very well and she wasn’t quite the card player he was yet. He saw the worry in her eyes and the nervous fidgeting of her hands when she thought Han wasn’t paying attention.

Hardly ate anything all day.

Didn’t find the usual things to talk about.

The worst of it, however, was when she tried to smile for him. The occasional attempt to smooth things over and prove to him that everything was okay – but the smile was wrong. She wasn’t feeling it and it made for a lame comparison to one of her real smiles; which he was pretty sure could light up Umbara if given the chance.

Han felt terrible about everything, of course.

Didn’t even come to bed, which, Rey realized after an hour or two of trying to wait up for him. That was when she took it upon herself, blanket in hand, to wordlessly collapse on him in the main hold. It was the only way she could see herself getting any rest.

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He loves that her hair is so long. There's something about seeing it down that strikes him in a special way. He likes her when her hair is up too, but, something about it seems more free. Considering how long his own hair is, should it be that much of a surprise that he likes to see hers loose? Probably not.

"I'd be glad to."

Han puts one arm beneath her back and one arm beneath her thighs and sweeps her up into his arms. He holds her close to his chest and walks her off into the bathroom. Not like it's far, but he so rarely gets a chance to spoil Rey or treat her like she's delicate. He carries her into the shower before putting her down.

She loves that he loves to play with her hair. It's the sort of simple pleasure that she'd never had before, but now that she does, doesn't see how she can go without it anymore. It's all the better if he allows her time and opportunity to play with his, as well, which she does love doing, too, in the quiet moments, when they're supposed to be resting.

"Wonderful - ", she starts, the rest of her answer lost in the moment that Han sweeps her feet out from under her, and for a moment, she feels weightless. Rey manages to laugh breathlessly, though, her arms automatically winding around his neck, even though she knows that he'd never drop her.

She could, she thinks, get used to being spoiled from time to time.

No. He's never going to drop her. Not within a reasonable set of circumstances, anyway. If the ship suddenly slammed into something and went tilting off course ... well, that shouldn't be counted against him.

He's gonna be extra careful about setting her down onto her feet in the wet shower stall, though. It would be very easy to lose footing here. Although the walls are so close together, it's doubtful she'd stumble enough to really hit the ground. At any rate, he's careful with her. She's also got a sturdy Han Solo to lean up against if she feels like she's slipping.

He's always happy to act in support of her.

Well. She'd hardly be in much of a position to blame Han if something like that occurred. She wouldn't be likely to, either, as she knew as well as anybody that accidents did happen.

But nothing bad happens now, once her feet touch the floor, she's stable and steady enough to reach for his hand and draw him underneath the spray with her.

Rey can hardy see, though, with hair suddenly plastered to her cheeks. So, she might need a moment to wipe it all away from her eyes, but once she does, she focuses eyes and smile directly on Han.

"C'mon, Captain, the water is really quite nice."

There's not all that much to see, with that long brown hair of hers falling damp in front of her eyes. Nothing but a shower stall made of a stainless metal alloy. The sound of the water falling out of the showerhead always makes odd noises because of the material; loud drops of water interspersed with little pings.

Even the naked Captain is something she's seen before. Felt before.

He's not going to keep her waiting for him, though. He wouldn't dream of it. That she still seems excited by the prospect of sneaking around with him and seeing him undressed is motivating. The way she looks into his eyes makes him want to be a better man.

"Just jumping in with you is gonna make it steamier." He says to her with a playful smile. "So how's this gonna work? We gonna get dirty while getting each other clean?"

Well. The surroundings might not be much to look at, but her eyes always gravitate toward her handsome Captain. And not only when he's naked, either! In the quiet moments. When he's piloting the Falcon and she's curled up in the co-pilot's seat. When they're supposed to be working, and even when she wakes up in the middle of the night, and he's sleeping, curled up around her and holding her tight.

Right now.

Of course she's excited to sneak around, to be with him, for every moment that they're allowed to have together, especially now that she knows that what she feels is unequivocally reciprocated.

Rey's smile curves all the wider, and she steps back as far as she can, making room. "That's sort of what I was hoping for, yeah."

There's not a ton of room for both of them in the shower, but ... there's not a lot of room for them in a lot of places on the Millennium Falcon and they've been squeezing together into them anyway. If one of them wanted to get down on their knees, there would be just barely enough room for them to do that.

Han reaches up to adjust the showerhead a little bit. Rey has this tendency to get cold so he wants to make sure she's getting a good percentage of the spray from the water.

"If we're constantly getting dirty half way through washing up, we might never be finished with this shower." He doesn't seem all that put off by the fact, but he does think its a good point. Han puts his hands on her sides and begins tracing the curves of her figure above the waist.

"Maybe we should be dirty together first and get it out of the way ..."

They manage. Even if it takes some creative positioning, the pair of them usually manage to make things work. Rey has no doubt that they'll do the same now. They're very determined people, after all.

He really is always watching out for her, isn't he? Even doing something as simple as adjusting the showerhead for her. To be fair, she does get cold exceptionally easy, although he's always happy to share some of his warmth.

"Good point", she murmurs, shrugging gently. "I suppose we might have to hurry, then, before the water gets too cold and we end up half-washed. Whatever you think is the best course of action."

He is almost surprisingly thoughtful sometimes, isn't he? He certainly does mean to look our for her and prove over and over again that he cares. It's the kind of guy he is. The words 'I love you' might not come out as much as one might hope, but he makes up for it by being considerate.

In the way that he feels like don't draw as much attention to his deeper feelings. Subtly caring.

"What I want?" He rather not be the one that picks because honestly? If he's getting laid, it doesn't matter to him all that much how. For some reason, he just can't picture Rey as carefree about it as he is.

"What if we sat on the ground? You in my lap while the water comes down on us?"

He is, and has been even before they'd embarked upon any sort of relationship other than 'employer / employee'. So, that's never been much of a surprise, although it had taken some time to get used to - even if those 'I love yous' aren't said very often at all, she'll know that the sentiment is there in moments like these.

If subtle caring is what he's comfortable offering, she's more than happy to accept.

Rey's got her own ... personal favorite positions and whatnot, but this was all brand-new to her. It wasn't as though she didn't have an idea or two, but for this first time, she'd rather trust his instincts.

"I think we can do that. Less chance of slipping, and cracking a head against a wall. That'd just - that'd ruin the mood rather quickly. We don't want that."

There's only so many positions accessible in a shower. On the ground, like Rey wisely pointed out, will at least minimize the chance the chance of injury. The way things have been going lately, he doesn't trust fate not to put one of them in a medbay if they get too adventurous.

Han presses his back to the far wall and lets himself slide down the metal, slightly warmed by the water. He sits cross-legged and she may or may not have noticed that he's already aroused. He's virile and still pretty young - it doesn't take much more than suggestion to inspire him for sex and he had started feeling motivated around the time she got naked.

"I'm all for sexcapades that don't end with one of us in traction."

Well. Rey could think of at least a few other ways that might work, but they absolutely would run the risk of somebody getting hurt. And the last thing that she wants is another instance of injury.

If this experiment goes well - and she's got every reason to believe that it will, then perhaps the next time will lend itself well for one or both of those other positions she's got in mind.

Rey needs a moment to admire the sight in front of her before she makes any effort to join him. But when she does, it's with a softly pleased little smile lifting her lips up at the edges, and a haste that more than makes up for time spent just watching.

She laughs, settling into his lap carefully, winding her arms around his neck to hold him tight. "You and me both."

There will be times for adventurous shower sex. Like when they're staying on a planet for one reason or another. Or even on the ship when they're docked. They'll have their moment. It's only a matter of if and not when.

Besides, the novelty of having sex in the shower is in the getting to be together while they're all wet. This way makes it a little bit easier than some of the other possibilities to really take in the moment. As he's taking her in right now, matter of fact. The spray of the water has done it's work soaking her hair. It's now damp and clinging to her neck and shoulders in some places. Even her cheeks.

Smiling in fondness, he pushes some of the wet hair behind her ear. So pretty. Han leans in to give her one of those deep, soulful kisses that he's been know to give her from time to time. The water tumbles over their faces as they share it.

She's sure of that! And she'll absolutely welcome it, whether it comes on some other planet, or here on the ship, if it's a week from now, or six months. They'll get their chance.

The experience is definitely in the way the warm water flows over the both of them - after all, they're already experienced in utilizing small spaces for those - what did he call them? Sexcapades? But this - this was something different entirely.

And Rey finds that she's really rather enjoying that shared slickness, the way the droplets cling to Han's skin, how dark the water's made his hair, the way it feels to be sitting in his lap in such a new way.

She sighs softly, although she eagerly accepts and returns the kiss - the kind of kiss that would make her knees weak, were she standing. She groans against his lips, lifting her hand to settle gentle fingers against the line of his jaw, keeping him close.

The only components that Han needs for a good time is himself and Rey. Warm water is just a nice little something extra. Another facet to add to what is happening between these people who are so obviously crazy about each other.

Han takes a deep enough breath that you see his chest really expand for a moment. Maybe Rey can even feel it because she's so very close to him. As he exhales between their kisses some of the stray drips of water trail down his face and around the curl of his upper lip.

"Now I know you look good all wet too." He says with a lopsided smile.

Perhaps fortuitously enough, the only thing that Rey needs in order to have fun is Han. Okay, so spending time with Chewie is fun, too, but in a completely separate way! But here, now, in the privacy of the shower, it's just the two of them, and that's really all she could ever want.

They're certainly close enough to each other that as he takes his deep breath, and they continue the kisses she's found herself craving more often than not, their chests brush, and she shivers in response, breathing out a softly pleased sort of sigh.

"You wanna find out how good it feels, too?", she asks, not so subtly. "How wet you make me, I mean."

It's a different brand of company, they kind that either of them might get from Chewie. A kind of company that's not on his mind at the moment, oddly enough. They get naked and suddenly his mind just ends up her on her. He wouldn't change it, though. In fact, he's gotten to the point of reveling in it.

"I do." He says, the slight nod from his shaggy hair flicks a bit of water against her shoulder as he does it. His voice almost a purr as he answers, "would you show me?"

Later, maybe, when they're clean and dry and most likely hungry after all the energy expended throughout the course of the day, they'll search out a more casual, friendly sort of company, but for the moment, it was all about each other, and sharing their feelings in the best way that they know how.

Rey knew he'd answer in the affirmative, and her lips curl up into a pleased little smile. As if she'd answer anything but a soft murmur of "of course" as she shifts positions again, raising up on her knees, well aware that he's been ready for her ever since their clothing had begun coming off.

It doesn't take much doing to orient herself correctly, and in no time at all, she was gasping, pressing her hips down, taking her time in taking him, inch by agonizing inch. No one said she couldn't take her time with it, after all.

As if he would turn her down. A pretty, young woman from Jakku who likes all the same things that he does and thinks that he's special. It makes perfect sense that he'd tumble right into her arms when she held them out to him. Why wouldn't he cling to something good that turned up in his life when he had the chance to?

He sighs at the feeling of her lowering herself onto him. Almost agonizingly slow and prolonging that initial squeeze of her body yielding to him.

His eyes pinch close for a moment just to appreciate the feel of it, then snap open to watch the rest of his length being taken by her. He can't help but murmur his appreciation to her, "Just right."

Sometimes, you find the best things when you're not really looking for them. And while she hadn't been anticipating finding a relationship and falling in love, here she was, and all the happier for it. Safe (ish), taken care of, treated as though she was something special. It's only natural that she'd gravitate to everything that she's been missing, and he offers her those things, and even more.

She could have settled back into his lap quickly, but where was the fun in that? Drawing it out as long as possible only just makes the moment that she bottoms out all the more satisfying.

A tiny, stuttering gasp escapes her lips, and although she's concentrating on moving her hips on one long, slow circle, she keeps her eyes squarely on Han.

"Just right. "

Few things in the galaxy bring people closer together than sex and yet, still, he finds himself reaching for her hips to touch her. Because they went close enough already. He leans back slightly and tries to settle into a position that makes him get a little deeper with her movements.

His hazel eyes drift back up to meet hers. Not many of their experiences have them able to meet gazes so comfortably. It seems only right that the should take the opportunity to. Besides, it's kinda sexy watching the way she reacts. As it probably is to watch his occasionally contort in what could be mistaken for pain, but is most definitely pleasure ...

Few things felt better than the way they naturally gravitate toward touching each other, even when they're already close, already connected, just like they are now. Rey can say without a shadow of the doubt, the times that they're all wrapped up in each other are her favorite times.

She hiccups a breath, and meets his gaze, and repeats the movement, only with more intent rather than exploration. And she's sure that she must look a mess, water-soaked and pink-cheeked and breathless, but she wants him to see what he does to her, how she feels when they're together.

She looks beautiful.

Even when she's got her hair pulled back, dirt on her forehead and grease on her hands from spending the day working on the ship with him and Chewbacca - he's still caught off guard by the depth in her eyes. The brightness in her smile.

Her slender body all slick from the water and moving in time with his is does not strike him as an unappealing visual. Nor does the look of want she's showing him right now or the way her face contorts in pleasure as a sudden shift gets him somewhere deeper.

She looks amazing to him right now. Perhaps the glint of appreciation in his own eyes will tell her so.

He's never made her feel anything less.

It doesn't matter if she's sleep-addled and disheveled or pleased and grinning after a job well done, Han always looks at Rey like maybe she's the most precious thing he's ever seen. And every time she catches him looking at her like that, her heart skips a beat.

And she hopes above anything else that he always looks at her like that.

Their movements are slow, and easy, and he's pushing so deeply into her that she can't help the way she cries out, the way her expression changes, showing exactly just how good it all feels. But then, it always does. He always does.

"Ah!", she gasps, eyes fluttering shut slowly. "Like that - just like that, please - "

At one point in his life, someone had cut Han real deep. A woman whom he loved more than anything. A woman he cared for so much that he would have completely rearranged his life just to be with - in fact, he had tried to do as much ...

And she left him. It would have been a mercy if it had ended there, but instead, they continued to run into each other throughout the years. Unexpectedly. As if their fates were somehow intertwined. Under the ruse of wanting to settle down, finally, she'd roped him into stealing from some scumbag slavers and then ... she betrayed his trust and left him with nothing.

That was the last time, he promised himself, that he would ever care about other than himself and Chewie.

Fast-forward a couple of years later to him meeting a pretty, lonely girl on Jakku and she went and changed everything on him. He knew the moment that he saw her, they both needed each other. That they were at the point where he could look at her with love in his eyes shows just how much of an impact she's hand on him.

In such a short time, too. He'd never try to say the sex between them wasn't great, but it means so much more with the way that he feels for her.

Wit his hands on her hips, he keeps their pace almost painfully slow together.

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