Interlaced - Reylo one-shots/drabbles/etc

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a post-tros one-shot where Ben and Leia both live and reylo are building a cute little house on Naboo and invite everyone over for dinner
After the last angsty story, I needed some pure fluff. So enjoy!!

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"Rey Solo? What do you think?"

"I think you're just daydreaming."

A chuckle. "What? You like Rey Skywalker better?"

She shrugged, rising from the couch where she sat with the man she loved.

"You know the time I spent with your uncle wasn't the most joyous part of my life," Rey commented, walking to the counter and running a glass of water under the sink. "If I'm remembering correctly, I tried attacking him."

Ben's brows raised, and he slung his long arms across the back of the couch.

"Really? My poor sweet uncle didn't serve you tea and biscuits when you arrived?"

Rey scoffed at his humor, and the way a smirk was growing on his lips. "Let's just say... what we did eat, I'd be happy to never eat again."

"So that's reason enough to not take the Skywalker name?" Ben asked, genuinely curious.

After running a glass for Ben under the sink, Rey sunk back on the couch beside him, bending one leg at her knee.

"Well, no. I'm not sure. I mean, your mom is technically a Skywalker too, right?" Ben nodded while sipping his water. "Yeah, so it's not like I hate your lineage... just let me think on it."

Ben huffed, pulling the glass away. "Well, let me know when you're done thinking, because we kind of have dinner we have to set up tonight."

" Kriff!" Rey exclaimed, sitting straight up. "That's tonight?"

At Ben's nod, she groaned into her hands. "Weeks pass quickly, sweetheart."

Playfully shoving at his shoulder, Rey added, "And so do hours. Come on, I need your help."

It had been two months since the events on Exegol, and while the First Order was no more, their were still so many pieces across the galaxy that needed picking up. At the helm of the Resistance, Leia led organizational efforts to help those who had been effected by the First Order, return kidnapped children, and the like. Slowly but surely the galaxy was being restored to peace.

And for Rey, she never felt more at peace working in their house on Naboo.

It was a quaint, wooden village home on the outskirts of the city, with enough to keep them both happy and occupied once they were married. There were still many appliances they needed to buy and renovations that needed to happen, but it would be worth it. If nothing else, the view of wide open fields, cascading waterfalls, and distant forests was worth it.

So, with Ben's help, they went to work preparing food, setting the table and sliding past each other in aprons to gather utensils, plates, and the like. Decorations for the table and dusting of shelves that had gathered wood particles from their renovations.

At one point, Rey felt Ben slide both his arms around her waist, setting his chin on her shoulder.

"Hey," he said softly into her ear.

"Hey, you," Rey said, smiling and stirring the pot in front of her. She let out a nervous giggle when she felt Ben's lips against her neck, kissing up into her jaw.

"I can kiss you later," Rey whined. "Lets just make sure we have everything ready."

Ben let out a low, playful growl, using the grip on her waist to spin her around suddenly. With an expert move, he took the spoon from her hand, turned the stove off, and pulled her forward. Rey caught the mischievous look in his eyes, even more so as he took one of her hands in his own and placed the other around her back.