“Maybe!” He smiles at her and Rey quickly recovers from the surprise, relaxing slightly and letting her arms fall back to her sides, baring herself to him. Just as she does, he jerks away and Rey furrows her brow until she finally notices the spatula in his hand.

“Are you cooking something?” The answer becomes clear as she watches him tend to something she cannot see, and for a moment she feels torn. On the one hand, knowing that he can cook only stokes her desire for him, but on the other, he’s cooking alone. “And you didn’t invite me over?”

Rey gives him a cool look that’s mostly for show, and then shrugs her shoulders as she relaxes back against the warm tile again. Her expression goes a bit playful as she lets her hands return to chest, but this time it isn’t to cover them up. She cups them instead, thumbing the curve of them before pinching at her nipples with a soft sigh.

“Go on, then,” she says with a jerk of her chin, sliding one hand down between her legs to rub leisurely at her clitoris. “Finish your meal.”