Ben/Phasma
“I’m sorry, you considered it? Multiple times?” His jaw hit the floor.
Now Ben was suspicious. She was clearly messing with him. All that time spent in the First Order and he hadn’t once felt the level of interest from her that he was receiving now. But then, he wasn’t the only one here who knew how to hide behinds emotional walls and shiny masks. And to be fair to Phasma, Ben had been oblivious to a lot of things. He had a tendency to become obsessed over one thing at a time and if Snoke needed his full attention on a task, he’d had no other choice. Nothing else would matter until his mission was complete.
Still, it was ....sweet to know that Phasma had been thinking of him in that way. He’d had the occasional late-night thought about her but back then, he’d had to rely on his imagination and what little he’d known about her then to fill in the blanks. Nothing could compare to reality, however.
He smirked at her reaction. “It’s gin. Comes from a tree. Or a plant of some kind from somewhere. I’m becoming addicted. Don’t tell Hux.” Speaking of secrets-
-Ben glanced around, making sure no one he knew was nearby and then leaned in a little more to try whispering in her ear. “A gift showed up in my pillow. Has anything showed up for you?” It was a surprise to see his mother’s lightsaber bundled up underneath his head, as if her Force-ghost had put it there herself. But he was also worried what others might think if they knew.