He looked up and his brows furrowed. “Isn’t that holly?”
“Same thing,” Rey quipped with a shrug.
2. Slowly she ran her hands up his chest before pulling him down by the shoulders.
He rolled his eyes at her but couldn’t hide the upturning of his lips as he leaned into her and whispered, “You’re a menace, sweetheart.”
3. She pushed up on her toes and pressed her mouth to his, soft and languid. His hot breath ghosted across her cheek and shivers rippled down her spine. She would never get used to the feel of his plush lips or his firm body pressed against hers.
4. She would never tire of it.
“Oh lord,” Finn called from the doorway. “Warn somebody before he walks in on you groping each other!”
They broke apart reluctantly and Ben rested his forehead against hers before pressing a soft chaste kiss to her cheek.
5. There was a snort from behind Finn and Poe came sauntering into the room.
“Get a room you two. I really thought things would get better after you got married, but apparently it’s still unsafe to follow the two of you into an empty room.”
6. Ben glared at Poe.
“That was *one* time.”
“I’ll never recover. I had to bleach my eyes afterwards.”
Rey just laughed, tugging on Ben’s hand.
“Come on let’s go find some mistletoe. Or holly. And a room that *locks*.”
1. Rey had been friends with Ben Solo for approximately two years, eight months, three weeks, two days, and perhaps five hours.
2. She had been in love with him for approximately two years, seven months, two weeks, two days, and maybe seven hours. And it was making her miserable. And what was worse? Everyone seemed to know. Except Ben.
3. So when she passed by the Holiday Market on 12th and Lincoln and a group of carol singers were belting out “Wrapped in Red” by Kelly fucking Clarkson, she knew.
It was time to do something about it. If nothing else it would put her out of her misery.
1. Rey loved candy canes. The sweetness and the peppermint swirled into a delicious easily portable treat.
2. She started sucking on the candy cane at her desk while working on Poe’s latest acquisition. Finally, she pushed away from her desk, straightening her floral pencil skirt and made her way down the hall to their weekly staff meeting.
3. Poe sat at the head of the table as people filed in to fill the massive conference room. She sat to Poe’s right, dutifully pulling out her computer to take notes and setting her cell next to it with her trademark red rabbit phone case, ears and all.