This is a scene from my favorite reylo fic To Kingdom Come. This fic always helps me through my rough times. I’ve read it through three times over. So this is my thank you to Thea for creating this wonderful series.
Rey is already running. Ben’s eyes widen when he spots her but, before he can so much as move a muscle, she hurls herself at him, looping her arms around his neck to pull herself up his body, wrapping her legs around his waist. He instinctively clamps one hand to the base of her spine and his free arm to the backs of her thighs to keep her supported against him. In full view of the Resistance forces and the Jedi Masters and the defeated stormtroopers, amidst the ruins of the Valley of the Dark Lords, as the lingering smoke of battle wafts into the dust-laced air, she rains down frantic kisses on every inch of his face, forehead, jaw, nose, cheeks, scar, every beauty spot, every freckle. And, finally, she presses her lips to his, the red-gold sunset burning through her closed eyelids, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He kisses her back. The two of them sway slightly as he loses a bit of balance, but Rey isn’t afraid. Ben will never let her fall.