Ben's days were quiet, idle, full of indecision and an a growing sense of listlessness. Over the last seven years, he'd had a driving purpose, but now, he needed to find a new one. What that purpose might be, without Palpatine whispering in his ear, without the world pulling him in one direction of the other, he could not know for sure. It was frustrating, and troublesome, but that evening, he turned his focus on making dinner, shutting out the disquiet of his own mind just just a few hours of peace.
What troubled him the most, perhaps, was that he missed her. She was there, always, the presence of her felt like a tug behind his breastbone, but still, he missed her.
Drawing in a steeling breath, he watched his ham and cheese sandwich brown in the pan on the stove in front of him, spatula poised to turn the bread over, when—
Suddenly, she was there, leaning against the counter, dripping wet and touching herself. He blinked at her, spatula awkwardly in one hand. Though he stood in his kitchen, he could feel the warm water bouncing off of her skin. A drop landed on the back of his bare foot with an audible pap.
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What troubled him the most, perhaps, was that he missed her. She was there, always, the presence of her felt like a tug behind his breastbone, but still, he missed her.
Drawing in a steeling breath, he watched his ham and cheese sandwich brown in the pan on the stove in front of him, spatula poised to turn the bread over, when—
Suddenly, she was there, leaning against the counter, dripping wet and touching herself. He blinked at her, spatula awkwardly in one hand. Though he stood in his kitchen, he could feel the warm water bouncing off of her skin. A drop landed on the back of his bare foot with an audible pap.
"Rey."