Rey can feel the precise moment he wakes up, both in her mind and in the way he goes tense under her hand. Letting out a soothing hum, she moves even closer to him, feeling the neck of her shirt, a dark grey tee stolen from him, fall over her shoulder as she molds herself against his side.

“Saying good morning,” she murmurs in a voice low and rough with sleep. Her hand slides down under his waistband to curl around his hip as she leans in to press a soft, lazy kiss to his clavicle. “Say ‘good morning, Rey’.”

She turns her head to rest her cheek against his chest, smiling sleepily up at him as her hair spills across his pale skin. Their bond is thrown wide open, thrumming between them like a living thing, and she feels practically effervescent with it, letting it flow through her and into him as she watches his face.