The drive home was uneventful, as most car rides are especially when the vacation is over. Ben didn't seem pissed nor in a great mood so Rey was unable to decipher if he was still feeling down. She also slept most of the ride home which didn't allow her to pay much attention to him and his emotions.
However, every time Rey woke up during the drive she felt a weight on her leg and panicked internally before realizing it was just Ben's hand resting on her thigh, rubbing and squeezing it occasionally. The touch of his hand warmed her entire body even though it only contacted a small fraction of her body. It was a fire that ignited in one spot but spread everywhere else in the speed of lightning.
It was a great thing to wake up to especially after dreaming of nothing but a future where she was with Ben forever. Due to the position she was in, she was able to watch Ben whenever she was awake. This was a blessing since he still looked unbelievably hot when he drove. It was a fairly simple task and yet somehow he made it look good.
One hand rested on the wheel while the other rested on her leg. When he had sunglasses on it was even better; he looked extremely fuckable then. She felt like she could let him do almost anything to her when he looked like that. Maybe even without the sunglasses too, but who knew for sure.
Every once in a while when he'd catch her awake and find her staring at him, he'd smile small and if there were no cars surrounding theirs he would even lean over to press a kiss to her lips or forehead. The action made butterflies spawn in her belly and they wouldn't go down until she was asleep again. If she dreamt of him though, (which was often) they wouldn't go away for a long time.
Rey played with his camera again and took more pictures of him. She even snapped some of herself making funny faces just so when he scrolled through pictures later he would maybe laugh. Maybe it'd make his day; just her ability to do that made her heart soar.
She slept for the remaining two hours of the trip and barely woke when Ben carried her inside to her apartment. There was so much to do... getting back to work, catching up with friends, making sure Ben was okay...
But for now all Rey wanted was more sleep and with that, to dream of Ben. More importantly of Ben being with her. Those dreams came easily after spending so much time with him and at this point she was willing to spend the rest of her time on Earth with him.
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"There's my girl! How are ya?" Poe chimed as Rey entered Maz's Cafe a few blocks away from her apartment. She'd known Maz forever and visited her when she could. In a way she acted as a guardian or parental figure to Rey since there was really no one else to fill the position. Unfortunately for Rey, Maz had been sick and in the hospital for a while now and the last time she saw her was a little before she met Ben. Being in her shop offered her a little comfort though.
"I'm doing okay, how about yourself? Rey hugged Poe after noticing him walk through the doors. There was a gleam in his eye that wasn't there before so maybe something happened with him--
"Actually I'm more than okay," he held up his hand and Rey gasped. "Finn and I are engaged!"
"Poe! That's so great!" Rey sprung forward and hugged her best friend, so happy for him and at the same time wishing that one day she could have that. "I'm happy for you, really." She smiled.
"Thanks Rey, it means a lot. What about you?" Poe asked as they moved to sit at the table Rey had claimed for them. "How's camera boy?"
Rey chuckled at the still ridiculous name for him, "Ben is great thank you." She paused and considered her words. "Actually I don't know why I said that, um... I'm not sure if he's doing good," she mumbled and then laughed humorlessly.
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Not What You Wanted • Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
FanfictionRey's life is the definition of ordinary. She lives alone and works as a makeup artist during fashion shows for a magazine company. But when an uncalled situation occurs and Rey is forced to walk down the runway, a certain tall and dark-haired photo...
