Rey and Kylo Ren

You did this

The next morning came slow even for Rey. Her drinking had lead her to have a peaceful sleep none the less. Once she rolled over she didn't really notice anything out of place. For all she knew she was still in her own room resting sound. She got on up out of bed and noticed the wallpaper setting to have changed. Assuming it was a time limit issue she just touched the key pad of the tablet until dunes surrounded her.

She then went on her way to find her day clothes and shoes. Never once walking by the couch to see a resting Kylo Ren. Unknowing he was there lead her to boldly change there behind the couch, holding to the back of the seat to balance herself and step into her pants, still not expecting to see Kylo in the room.
As she pulled her shirt down over her frame she rounded the couch, plopping down directly on Kylo's upper legs.

***

Kylo’s sleep throughout the night was staggered and uncomfortable as he twisted and turned on the couch, trying to find a good enough spot to sleep in. The way he was woken up was just as awful as the way he had slept: a sudden, foreign weight crashing down into his lap. It almost felt intentional. He woke with a jolt, heart pounding, and threw the pillow that was covering his face halfway across the room.

Kylo glared at the interruption as he sat up on his elbows — any closer and he would practically be cradling her. “Good morning,” he said grumpily; there was nothing ‘good’ about it. Having fallen asleep with wet hair, it fell in messy waves all around his face. “Is there a reason you’re sitting on me or are you still drunk?”

***

Rey slowly finished pulling her shirt down, with cheeks blushed out she didn't move to make eye contact with Kylo nor speak. Finally after a moment of noteing to herself that this was real, she stood and reached down to button her pants which was the last step to getting ready she had.

Still she said nothing as a million set ups raced in her mind. She had no clue what had happened so she didn't know what she should be sorry for.

"Were you drunk as well?" She finally asked him as she avoid eye contact.

***
With a huff, Kylo sat up all the way and bodily moved Rey off of him, placing her on the opposite side of the couch as he swung his legs over the side. As expected, he felt knots in his shoulders and a crick in his neck, which he rubbed at with a sigh. “No. I don’t even know how you got drunk, you just showed up at my door screaming and shouting for me to protect you.” He snorted and it was a flat, unamused sound.

Kylo hardly minded that Rey had been in the midst of getting dressed, but for some reason, it did remind him of the kiss she had pressed to his cheek before she’d passed out the previous night. Again his skin felt warm at the reminder, but he decided it was best not to remind her. “You also claimed my bed,” he told her instead.

***

Rey shook her head as she rounded the couch, still not looking at Kylo.
" I'm sorry." She said this and actually sounded   sincere. Almost as if she was apologizing to a friend.

Rey then gathered up her shoes and bag, turning to finally look at Kylo. " I'm sorry...for anything I did or said last night. I'll try not to bother you the rest of the day." She told him with a bright red embarrassed expression over her face.

***

For all the hardships he had endured throughout the night, the sincerity in Rey’s voice was surprising. Kylo stopped rubbing the back of his neck long enough to look up at her, eyes flitting over her expression, her inflamed cheeks, and then finally her eyes. “It’s fine,” he said, and it almost sounded like a question, he was so confused. “You think I haven’t dealt with drunks before?” It was rare, but when the Order celebrated a win, they often celebrated with plenty of whiskey. Normally it was middle-aged drunken men he dealt with — and by dealt with, he meant he stuck around until they become obnoxious and then sulked off to his chambers — so Rey was hardly a handful.