There were glimpses, snatches of ideas. Water. A ship flying away. A fallen AT-AT.
Opening his eyes reluctantly, first one, then the other, Luke scowled. Closer then.
He got on his knees and crawled alongside Rey until he was kneeling at her head. Sitting back on his heels, hands rested on his thighs, he tried again.
Already the vision of her dream was much clearer. He was inside some kind of quarters: Rey's. He saw her meagre possessions and knew they were hers. And there was Chewbacca, along with a guy he didn't know. He was connected to the First Order, but wasn't a threat; he knew this through Rey.
It didn't matter anyway. Suddenly, he was Han. Luke watched as Rey straddled his lap, naked. Han's hands came to her waist, holding her there, fingers making soft indents in Rey's pink flesh. Luke's old friend looked up at Rey and she looked down at a man that she had hoped could be a father figure.
... Father figure? It didn't look like something you'd do to a father figure...
In the hut, Luke's hand stroked up his own thigh until the side of his palm dug into the crease of his groin.
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Date: 2021-03-13 10:51 pm (UTC)Opening his eyes reluctantly, first one, then the other, Luke scowled. Closer then.
He got on his knees and crawled alongside Rey until he was kneeling at her head. Sitting back on his heels, hands rested on his thighs, he tried again.
Already the vision of her dream was much clearer. He was inside some kind of quarters: Rey's. He saw her meagre possessions and knew they were hers. And there was Chewbacca, along with a guy he didn't know. He was connected to the First Order, but wasn't a threat; he knew this through Rey.
It didn't matter anyway. Suddenly, he was Han. Luke watched as Rey straddled his lap, naked. Han's hands came to her waist, holding her there, fingers making soft indents in Rey's pink flesh. Luke's old friend looked up at Rey and she looked down at a man that she had hoped could be a father figure.
... Father figure? It didn't look like something you'd do to a father figure...
In the hut, Luke's hand stroked up his own thigh until the side of his palm dug into the crease of his groin.