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Who: Finn and Rey
When: December during the plot
Where: Finn’s place
What: Evil Mistletoe! shenanigans
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Complete



Rey didn’t have any Christmas traditions. Though Cel and her had gotten together, she didn’t have any other plans and needed to ask Finn if they had New Years plans or something. When it came to social niceties Rey was as green as a tree.

Well, she was learning something else new. The more she was around Finn, the more she liked him. So she stopped by his place with take-out and an excuse to visit, and knocked.

Finn had been trying to explain to his grandmother for the umpteenth time why he wasn't visiting this Christmas. While yes she only lived a few hours away this year and yes he always visited every Christmas he could, there were cousins visiting this time around he really didn't care for seeing. “Plus, Grams, there's this girl.” Immediately there was a sound of surprise and then all the questions came. As he tried to interject an answer for each one before she started asking a new question he heard a knock on his door.

“Grams yes, she's...No... She's from England. Yes she's…” and as he opened the door lo and behold, Rey was standing there, food in hand. “Right here. Got to go!” And he hung up. “Hey!” He said brightly, shoving the phone into his jeans. “What's up?”

“Hey!” Rey beamed at him. “I figured you were hungry. So I got take-out. And I wanted to see your car again, you know.” She glanced back at it, then said. “There, I saw it.”

Okay that wasn’t awkward. Rey shoved the food into Finn’s hands. “Uhm. How are you?”

Finn was grinning stupidly, like he always seemed to around Rey. He took the food. Seemed heavy. He wondered exactly how much of it was Rey's.

“I'm cool. Yep. Cool.” Yeah, that was smooth. “Um, car’s doing good too.” He knew she really liked his ride, but this was a random drop by, even for Rey. Not that he was complaining mind you. Any opportunity to spend time with her was well worth it.

A slightly awkward silence fell. “Uhm. Come in?” He stepped aside so she could get past him.

If an evil mistletoe could be a stalker, it was stalking them right now. Rey came inside and put the take-out down. Her hair was down, which was unusual these days. She was also nervous, which wasn’t that unusual but it was the specific kind of nerves that were. Or something. Honestly Rey was just rolling with it. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything important.”

The constant hand off of food between them felt like a game of hot potato. Finn found it amusing.

“Nah, it was just…” and he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket and then start ringing. “Grams.” He sigh stiffly, annoyed at the interruption and gave Rey an apologetic look. Checking the caller ID he swiped the icon to ‘take a message’ and pocketed the phone. He was suddenly glad he didn’t have a landline that she could have tried next. “She’s a little...clingy.” He cleared his throat a little. “She’s also kinda mad I’m not gonna be going over there for Christmas.”

“It’s cute. Why didn’t you go?” If Rey had family she’d want to see them. But then she didn’t really have family so she didn’t know what it was like. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she moved to lean against the table next to him. Rey felt like she needed to be closer, though she couldn’t quite place why. She was suddenly drawn to Finn. “She just misses you.”

“Well she’s nearby, it’s like, a forty minute drive, so I can see her whenever. Plus there’s cousins coming that I don’t exactly get along with.” It was rare that Finn didn’t get along with anyone, but some of his cousins just had personalities that seriously clashed with his.

“I dunno if she misses me, I just…” and he trailed off as she moved closer. As Rey fixed her hair he realized that she was wearing it down, instead of back or even in the three bun hair style from the dreams. It was wavy, he realized, and really pretty. But then Rey was beautiful to him no matter what - whether she was covered in engine grease or cleaned up on a date. “Um…” he’d lost his train of thought completely as he looked into her eyes. Suddenly compelled to be closer to her, Finn carefully placed a hand at the small of her back as he stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

Rey was bold. When she needed to do something she did it. But she was also cautious. It was a balance that was hard to maintain but necessary to survive the harsh world of Jakku, and the galaxy at large.

But boldness won out, even if it felt like something were pushing her towards it. She pulled Finn down and kissed him, closing her eyes because she had absolutely no idea what she was doing or why she was doing it.

Surprise didn't even begin to cover what Finn was feeling. The last time they had kissed had been months ago, after he'd told Rey about the dreams. Since then the awkward dance that was their dating had him holding back, waiting for the right moment, trying to figure out when Rey was ready. That made her making the first move something he had not been expecting.

Something compelled him to hold her close, to keep kissing her, to even be so bold as to push a hand into her soft hair regardless of the fact that had he been in his right mind he wouldn't have dreamed of pushing into her personal space and run the risk of a desert staff whack to the head. When they finally broke for air, he leaned his forehead against hers with a smile and said breathlessly, “Wow.”

That kiss hadn’t counted. Well it had but her feelings had grown since then. Slowly. Steadily, but they had grown. Rey couldn’t really explain it, since she could only count on one hand the number of people she’d felt any kind of draw to, and Finn was at the top of that list. She didn’t think it was just the dreams either.
“Wow…Finn, I’m..I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” She had the irrational need to apologize. And she also sounded out of breath.

“I'm not.” He chuckled breathlessly, smiling down at her. His hand was still in her hair, holding her face; the boldness fading from him he realized this and pulled his hand away carefully. “Well except for that...Um, y'know, sticking my hand in your hair. Sorry.” Oh damn that was really awkward. He took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. Glancing away he thought he caught sight of...Floating mistletoe? “Hey do you see that?” He suddenly pointed but then in a wink it was gone. “That was...weird.”

Of course he wasn’t. Rey wasn’t actually that sorry in hindsight either, her apology was for more how sudden it had been. “That’s okay, I think we were in a… moment.” She trailed off looking in Finn’s direction. “Very funny. But it did feel a little like I was being pushed.”

She supposed she should be more angry for being mentally violated again, but she had been wanting to do that. She just hadn’t thought about it before now. Rey took Finn’s hands. “It’s okay.”

Finn gestured to where it had been before it had vanished out of thin air. “No seriously! It was there…” he frowned and turned back to her. He cocked his head to the side a bit. “Y'know I kinda felt that too. Not that I'm complaining.” He smirked and then that wide grin was back on his face at her touch. “I mean, if my girlfriend wants to kiss me I'm game.”

“So we’re using that word now,” Rey teased. She chewed on her lip. It was a lot different from the first time and all of this was still so far out of her experience she didn’t know how to handle it. “Can we try that again?”

For half a second he thought she was serious about the girlfriend thing, until he saw that glint of mischief in her expressive eyes and the slightest upturn at the corner of her lips. “Yeah,” he grinned stupidly. “Totally.” For half a breath he hesitated, trying to ascertain who was supposed to make the first move this time, before he slowly leaned down and gently kissed her.

If he hadn’t made a move then Rey would have made a move. She didn’t like the idea of waiting around for something when she wanted it. Not when she knew at any point the dreams could throw them for a loop. She wrapped an arm around him and returned the kiss with great enthusiasm.

She liked kisses. Rey filed that away for further thought sometime later.

Patience was a virtue. That’s what his grandmother had always taught Finn. And right now that patience was paying off. All the weeks of wanting to kiss her, of going through all the baby steps of figuring out how to date a woman who really had never dated, all that frustration evaporated as Rey pressed her lips to his and kissed him. Really kissed him. Like, he might have to call Poe sometime later tonight because holy crap this was happening kind of kissing.

He pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her and returning the kisses with equal desire, bordering on them becoming passionate if he didn’t keep himself in check. But the headiness of it, the emotion and release of expression was something he didn’t want to step out of just yet. It was just too wonderful.

It was a good kiss. It was the best kiss Rey had ever experienced, at least in her limited experience. For perhaps the first time in her life she felt a flood of emotion and need that she didn’t want to contain. Passion was so easy to fall into. And Rey had a lot of passion hidden within her. It usually came out in bursts of anger, or joy around friends. So this was new.

And she liked it. She thought that before, but she kept thinking it.

They had to come up for air sometime. That's what the back of Finn's mind was thinking but the rest of him was busy revelling in the moment of shared passion. Finn had no idea if it was the Force or intuition but he had an impression of that passion coming from Rey that felt beyond physical. He couldn't describe it with words but it was just something he sensed, like a phantom sensation.

“Rey,” he finally gasped between kisses. And his brain forgot the rest and went dumb.

“Mm?” Rey broke the kiss, her face flushed and her eyes darkened. She was a little dizzy. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

That was of course the first thing she worried about. Hurting Finn, either physically or emotionally.

Looking down at Rey's flushed features Finn had to admit she looked hot like this. He blinked a few times; it took him a moment to focus too. Then he chuckled. “What? No. Never. I mean, you're not swinging a staff in my general direction so I think I'm safe.” He teased, flashing her a grin. He often joked about that with her, as in the dreams it was how they'd met.

“You okay?” He was always looking out for her too. He couldn't help himself.

“That’s a new definition to hitting that,” Rey said, trying to recount a joke she’d heard once but never fully understood. So she was probably using it wrong. “I’m fine. I’m more than fine.”

Rey gave him that brilliant smile of hers. “It was wonderful.”

The laugh escaped him before he could stop it. It cascaded into another, deeper laugh. He knew immediately she didn’t understand the slang, but already had a way around not embarrassing her. “That’s a good one, Rey.” He’d explain it to her later. Sometime. Way later.

He loved that smile. It lit up her whole face like a star. Hell, it lit up a whole damn room. He smiled back at her, that lopsided, cheesy grin of his Finn often thought passed for looking cool or badass. “Yeah, it was.” There was a long moment of silence as he failed to figure out what to say next, getting caught up at just taking in the beauty that was Rey.

Then out of the corner of his vision he realized there was a plastic bag full of food just sitting there, long forgotten. “Oh! Uh...the food...I forgot about it.”

“Lets eat!” Rey had forgotten why she’d visited, but she was glad she had. She hoped Finn wouldn’t mind if she stayed. They could eat, maybe curl up with a movie. Kiss some more.

She’d like that.