“What’s the fun in that?” She can’t help but to let out a snort when the always impeccably composed Ben Solo burps, and already she feels like this was a wonderful idea. He looks so beautiful when he smiles.

“That’s slander, Ben Solo.” Rey grabs the bottle and kicks off her shoes before climbing up onto the bench. After taking another swig, she turns and steps over his lap before sitting down on the table top. She’s terrible at sitting on things properly, but this way she can face him and tuck her bare toes under his thighs. “You take that back.”