ಠ╭╮ಠ (the_scavenger) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-01-17 23:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, finn, rey |
Who: Finn and Rey
What: Snowball fights and dog walking and impromptu singing
When: December
Where: Near Finn's place
Rating: Pg
Status: Complete
Finn was learning how much responsibility having a dog was. Remembering when Chewie’s meals were, watching out that the pup didn't chew on things he shouldn't, or go where he shouldn't (he'd already gotten stuck behind the couch twice). Getting up early as well as taking the pup out late at night was not always fun, though he thanked his stars that being military he was programmed at this point to get up that early as it was. Chewie was a fast learner and had been housebroken within two weeks, thank God.
Now the ball of fluff was busy frolicking in his element with complete abandon - the snow that had overtaken the OC was what Bernese Mountain Dogs were made for. It was insanely adorable, especially when he would nearly bury himself in the white fluff with glee only to emerge with a yap and a giddy scramble - sending snow in all directions.
“They weren't kidding when they said this breed loves snow.” Finn laughed, looking over at Rey. They were casually strolling around his suburban neighborhood just to keep the cabin fever at bay for all of them. Chewie was at the end of a long enough leash to keep him from the street but not deter him from playing.
Watching FInn deal with the puppy had been almost as awesome as dealing with the puppy herself. Honestly, she didn’t see much difference. Finn the golden retriever or an actual adorable puppy. They were both just so pure.
She leaned against him, knocking her shoulder against his. “I’m beginning to enjoy it too.”
“Yeah?” Finn smiled, noticing how her cheeks and nose turned a little pink in the cold. It was cute. He kissed her nose and smiled. “Me too. Though I’m sure if the actual Chewie was here he’d complain about being cold.” And he snorted. Han’s face and remark was still funny in memory, even when tinged with sadness at his loss. Just the sheer snark>.
His Chewie stopped a moment at the name and barked at Finn once, wagging his little tail, his tiny dark eyes sparkling up at him. “Whatchu want, buddy?” he cooed at the dog and made as if to chase him. They ran around each other in tight circles in fits and starts until Finn scooped up the pup in his arms, cuddling the pup who gave him kisses in return.
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go,” he suddenly sang out low, as if a lullaby to the pup. Chewie’s little fluffy ears perked up and he cocked his head to the side. Finn blinked, bemused, and glanced over at Rey. What the heck?
He opened his mouth to say something, but only song lyrics came out, on key and everything. Finn’s expression was one of absolute wide-eyed confusion.
“Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again, with candy canes and silver lanes aglowwww.” Chewie barked and wiggled in excitement.
Finn singing to the puppy made Rey smile. It was nice to smile, to be happy, to forget what had happened in that Temple and move on. But then Finn kept singing, and she raised her eyebrows. “I never knew you had such a silky voice.”
He didn’t either and was genuinely surprised. Move over Nat King Cole and Bing Crosby. The urge to continue singing wasn’t waning, and Finn knew immediately this had to be some sort of OC shenanigans. Might as well go for broke, then.
“It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, toys in ev'ry store. But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be, On your own front door.” Chewie threw his little head back suddenly and let out a peculiar, but adorable, howl. Finn laughed, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. He glanced over at Rey, but was almost afraid to speak. So a bit of a silence fell, as if waiting for the next lyric to strike like a ninja.
Rey leaned her chin on her hand, smiling at Finn as he sang. In no way did she join in on the singing, and in no way would she ever join in. But she’d enjoy it - and she’d film it with her phone, which she’d started doing almost immediately.
“You know, I have no idea what holly is.”
Finn noticed she was filming and moved to try to snatch the phone away. There was no way this was getting uploaded! His Navy brethren would never let him hear the end of it. Chewie struggled in his arms, wanting down or to get to Rey so Finn had to abandon his chase to set the dog down.
“Holly is a plant. It's that green pointy leaf thing with the red berries you see in a lot of Christmas stuff?” He paused suddenly, and grinned. No more singing! Thank God!
Rey danced out of the way, cheating a little with the Force as she did so. She laughed as Chewie bounced around her feet. “Oh, i’ve always wondered what that was! I thought that was mistletoe.”
Finn laughed. “If it were we'd be kissing from here to eternity in town. All the shops have 'em as decoration. Mistletoe has white berries and different leaves.” He sighed, his breath escaping in light puffy cloud that hung in the air a moment before vanishing. “Thank God that's over.” He meant the signing. He made a face at Rey, his nose scrunching a little as he cocked his head to the side, eyes squinting. “Hey, how come I get the singing bug and you don't?? What's that about OC?” He said, spreading his hands and glancing up at the grey sky.
“I guess I’ve just lucked out! Or I’ve gotten my fair share of crap this year and it decided to give me the month off.” She smiled cheekily. “And gifted me with your amazing singing voice, which more than makes up for it.”
Finn paused and looked at Rey. “You think I’m that good?” And then he got into that preening mode of his, where he stood up a little straighter, shrugged his shoulders a bit as if adjusting the jacket on his shoulders, his lips curled up in a tiny, nervous smile, as if he were deciding he were proud or humble. “Like...Nat King Cole good?”
“You could drop an album,” Rey assured him. And being one who didn’t generally lie, she was honest and earnest. That, or just a little biased. “I’ve never heard him, but probably?”
Finn's brow scrunched in an incredulous look. “You've never heard chestnuts roasting on an open fire, Jack Frost nipping at your nose…” and he was back to singing again, the deep smooth tones and key Nat King Cole used for what Finn was remembering was called 'The Christmas Song’, his Nana's favorite. “Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos.” He took Rey's hand and started to try to dance with her in the snow, Chewie bounding about at their feet. “Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe, helps to make the season bright, tiny tots with their eyes all aglow, will find it hard to sleep tonight.”
“Oh you mean like White Christmas?” Rey asked, entirely innocently.
Finn's eyes narrowed at her in an attempt to say stop being evil! It's not funny! as he then broke into singing White Christmas. At least she wasn't recording him anymore?
Maybe she wasn’t recording, but this would always be a good memory in her heart. She beckoned the dog over to watch Finn sing. But she didn’t sing along.
She didn’t want to torture him.
By the time he’d finished all of White Christmas (thanks OC) Finn was just about out of breath. He panted, puffs of breath escaping his mouth as he bent over hands on knees. “Geeze.” he said finally. “No more please!” Then smirking, he reached down and scooped up more snow, throwing it at her and the dog; it dissolved into a white shower of fluffy snow, barely even a snowball. Finn laughed.
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” Rey said, half singing and half off-key, in the hopes of triggering him again.
“Ha!” He pointed, when nothing happened to him. “Nice try!” And scooped up another fistful of snow. Chewie was scampering about as if he were about to throw his favorite toy. “Now if you're done treating me like an iPod, think we can go back to my place and make some cocoa?” And he threw the snowball.
“You had me at cocoa,” Rey retorted, just before she was smacked in the face by the snowball. She let out a sharp gasp, and glared at him. “But you don’t get any for that!”