Rey stares up at Ben with a soft sort of wonder in her gaze, taking in the way his eyes crinkle so endearingly at the corners. His warm hand envelops hers and he looks at her like he loves her and this is what she was searching for her entire life.

This acceptance and understanding, this reverence. Happiness. And maybe it is selfish, but she can see past all the things he's done to the man underneath. She accepts it and understands it. She reveres him.

She slides her hand out from under his to rest it on top of it instead, wanting to feel his palm against her skin. His hand spans so much of her waist and she lets out a content sigh, sliding back until her head rests on the arm of the sofa and she's sprawled fully across his lap, his thighs bracing her back as she draws her knees up slightly.

"Does this mean that you're going to listen to me more often?" She teases warmly, sliding her hand along his forearm. "I'll have to remember that."