It’s a few minutes later, when Rey is sprawled on her back and idly touching herself while looking up something on her phone that leads to some very explicit images and a few helpful articles, that she realizes what she’s done. She drops the phone and lets out a choked sort of laugh, reaching up to cover her mouth with one hand.

The least she could have done was make him come before asking him to run across town. Then she thinks of that idea she saw in his mind, and wonders if maybe this will nudge him closer to making a decision. He wouldn’t have to run across town if she were already in his bed.

Once she senses that he’s close, she rolls out of bed and strides naked towards the front door, using a twitch of her fingers to undo the lock. Ben bursts through it, red-faced and panting, and Rey feels so much fondness for him that it feels a little like her heart might burst.

“I’m so sorry,” she tells him, and the sentiment is sincere even as she bites back a laugh. She pushes him back against the door and leans in for a kiss, humming when she realizes that she can still taste herself there, faintly. “That couldn’t have been a fun trip.”

She kisses him again and then sinks to her knees, grinning up at him as she pulls his sweatpants down over his thighs. “I’ll make it up to you.”