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“I swear I am going to have to kill the ginger sooner than planned.”
Rey’s eyes cracked open and Kylo was pacing next to the bed, eyes wild with anger.
“What did he do?”
“Comm’ed me at 3 this morning, for starters. ‘Had an emergency,’ he said. ‘Must be dealt with right away,’ he said.”
Rey sat up, rubbing her eyes. She checked the time and it was 6. Whatever this was, had taken hours of Kylo’s time already today.
“Was it actually an emergency?”
Kylo kicked at something she couldn’t see. “Yes but not why he thought. By the way, you need to tell that asshat flyboy of yours to be more careful on his supply runs. Give the man a pair of sunglasses or something. Wait, no, that would probably up his sexy factor and cause even more mayhem.”
Rey smothered a smile. “You think Poe is sexy?”
Kylo’s stomping stopped and he finally caught her eyes, glaring. “No, I don’t find Poe sexy! Do you?”
Rey was laughing now, and it did nothing for Kylo’s mood. “Of course not. He’s more Finn’s type, after all.”
One more scathing look, then Kylo was pacing again. “Anyway, Hux was able to corroborate too much, too close to home. If you can, I’d suggest getting out of the region you’re in. I planted enough false evidence to keep him busy for awhile…stupid waste of hours I could have been sleeping…but he’s just smart enough he might come back around and start looking at the original data again.”
Rey was emerging from bed now, padding across the room. She felt Kylo following her, still rambling.
“If you don’t keep flyboy’s swaggering ass from giving away your position, I’m going to come get you and keep you safe.”
Rey yawned and hit the button on the machine, tossing a mug underneath it. The mirror in front of her showed her hair sticking out in all directions. Nothing to be done about it now, she thought. “Because I’d be safer from Hux in your quarters down the hall from him, than I am half a galaxy away?”
Kylo sputtered. “I’m not that stupid. Besides, even if you were here, he’s not stupid enough to blast a hole in his own ship. So yeah, actually, you would be safer.”
“Uh huh. Or, you could just give us the name of somewhere you’d never go again, and we’ll establish there.” Rey listened to the percolation stop, the heady notes of hazelnut wafting over to her. She wanted this. She really wanted this. Needed it.
“Like Jakku?”
Rey looked up to glare at Kylo through the mirror, but had to whip around to do so. She finally took in his bloodshot eyes, the look of desperation he was trying so hard to mask. Well…he had had a rough morning. She could forgive him for mentioning the J word this once. This once.
Rey grabbed the caf and let out a heavy sigh, handing it to him and immediately regretting the lack of scent permeating the air. She busied herself at the machine, prepping for the next cup as he had gone blissfully silent for 30 seconds. She held out her hand for the mug and took the handle, noting it was much lighter than before. Glancing down at it, she mourned there wasn’t even a drop left to drink while she waited. Placing it at the machine, she hit the button again and turned to Kylo, who was now rubbing his temple.
“Headache?”
“That man always gives me a headache.” He let her fingers take over, and his face relaxed for the first time that morning. The next time he opened his eyes, they were softer. “I didn’t like how close he was to finding you.”
“You won’t let him get close. And if he did, I have a lightsaber, and I know how to use it.” She let her thumbs linger on his cheeks as she pecked a quick kiss on his lips. “Not as good as you use yours, of course.”
Kylo smiled at that. “Miss you.”
“Soon. We still planning on Crait in two weeks?” She handed him the cup of caf and he drank it slightly slower this time.
“It’s all in order, yes.”
“Good.”
He finished the mug and handed it back to her, looking like a human being again. “Guess I should get ready for my 6:30.”
“Me too. And I’ll give Poe hell for you.”
A glint in Kylo’s eye, and one final smirk before the bond snapped shut, leaving Rey to turn around to the third brewing caf.
She should probably get a second mug, just in case he still had it when the bond closed. That would be a tragedy of epic proportions. Not that she was above contorting herself, mouth open, to catch the stream of live giving liquid, but healing herself from burnt taste buds felt like an inappropriate use of the Force.
Her own mug finally in hand, she walked to the window, inhaling the amazing scent as she looked outside at the base that was slowly waking up.
Only two more weeks. Maybe they’d have time to enjoy a lazy morning together. She’d stand next to him, each with their own mugs of caf.
The war would end soon, she thought, as she finally had her first sip. And then they’d have every morning together. It was a dream worth fighting for.