WHO: Rey Dameron & Margo Hanson WHEN: The Night after this WHERE: The Millenium Falcon WHAT: Rey asks Margo to stay. TRIGGERS: Nudity?
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Rey was lying still on the bed, with her cheek pressed against the pillow and both arms scooped underneath of it, while her gaze lingered over upon Margo. There was a thought that was turning over and over in her mind as they laid in the dark. It wasn't the first time that the thought had come up for Rey while in Margo's company. It was becoming rather frequent, in fact, on evenings such as this. While there was no rush for either of them to move, Rey knew at some point they'd go their separate ways.
And Rey found that, especially tonight, she didn't want that moment to come at all.
"Margo?" She said, delicately, as though she needed to worry about the idea of waking anyone else up. Chewbacca was still off on his own, due to return in a few days, and BB-8 was somewhere else aboard the ship, keeping scarce. It was truly just them but still she spoke quietly.
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Right about now, she could share a joint with Rey and pass a few moments with idle chit chat. The break in silence brought Margo back to reality, but it wasn't idle chit chat that was on Rey's mind. Margo wasn't an idiot; she knew that the more times she had sex with Rey, the more likely it was that Rey would get attached. Hearing her name, in that soft voice, Margo knew it had been one time too many.
It wasn't that Margo didn't enjoy Rey's company. Rey was legitimately a goddamn Disney Princess, and not in the sarcastic way she'd usually say that kind of thing. She was the kind of good person that Margo absolutely knew she could never be. And it wasn't that Rey wasn't smart, or strong, or beautiful. Rey had her flaws the way everyone did, but no one would ever call Rey Dameron a bitch, a slut, or any of the other names Margo let bounce off her. Margo would never be that kind of person, and frankly, Rey deserved better.
Instead of making a joke about going one more time, Margo whispered back, "Yeah?"
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Though she'd been the one to speak and break the silence, there was still a chance for her to veer away from her intention. She could turn the thought back over in her head and bury it back down. Let it remain inside of her until the next time she was lying next to Margo and try again. There was still the chance to change course.
She didn't take it.
"Did you want to stay?" It was an invitation Rey had never given. She knew it was a risk. She was offering it anyway.
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And there it was.
Margo knew she should say no, but she wasn't against staying the night somewhere, and she genuinely did enjoy Rey's company. Even still, she felt her mind stiffen in response, the automatic urge to run away that always came with the idea that she was no longer independent.
(She knew damn well she was co-dependent on Eliot.)
She rolled over, letting her dark hair spill across the pillow, her body and gently against Rey's shoulder. The words were difficult, but she quietly asked, "Do you want me to?"
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"Yes." The invitation may have been withheld several times before this moment but with it out in the open, a truthful answer to Margo's question was given with no hesitation. Rey hadn't lied to Margo once in the time she'd known the woman. She wasn't about to start now. And, even more so, she wasn't one to back down out of fear of rejection.
She could face the consequences if it was received poorly. She'd once told Leia that she'd not expected anything with Margo to be serious and she had meant it. But that wasn't entirely because of Margo or how Rey viewed her. It was as much of a statement born of her own actions and feelings than anything else. She'd not been seeking an emotional connection outside of friendship. The concept felt dangerous to her after years of loses.
She knew, however, that she'd developed one despite herself.
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Margo cared about Rey a great deal. They'd first been friends, even if Margo tossed a flirtatious comment her way from time to time. Seeing the woman blush was, quite frankly wonderful. Margo had seen the first film and knew how lonely Rey was. She knew how attached to Finn she'd become, and then Leia and Poe, and then they all started to disappear one by one. It didn't take a Force sensitive to understand how it could feel like abandonment, even if they had no choice in the matter. She knew that Rey felt things very deeply.
The urge to run settled down and while it didn't altogether vanish (she was sure it never would), she reached over to gather Rey's metal hand in hers before maneuvering her arm under Rey's shoulders and neck. Margo tilted her head to let Rey rest hers there.
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In the span of waiting for a response, Rey was doing her best to not anticipate a response one way or another. So, when she caught the movement in the dark, her gaze flickered down to Margo's hand scooping up her own and felt a sense of genuine relief wash over her. She'd known that no matter the response, she'd not lose Margo's friendship. Feeling the brush of skin against her still foreign feeling hand, she closed her fingers around the other woman's hand as a relieved smile warmed her cheeks. It only took her a moment to reposition herself, moving to lay on her side facing Margo, but soon enough she was leaning forward and finding a new sense of comfort as she rested her forehead against her.