Rey is unable to sleep and so she tosses and turns before glancing at the broken saber on the old hologram game table. As if her sudden anger summoned him, he's suddenly there next to it, and asks rey what happened. For some reason, they can't block out the connection and so they're "forced" to either stare at each other or chat. Perhaps smut ensues?
Good prompt! I confess, I got kind of carried away with “the feels” on this one, so it’s not very smutty…but I hope you like it anyway! ~~~
The blankets tangled around my feet as I flipped over onto my left side for the trillionth time in an hour. Frustrated and tired, I viciously kicked them off, successfully losing the blanket onto the floor in the process. I glared up at the ceiling of the Falcon, cursing my own brain for not shutting up and letting me sleep in peace.
Sans blanket, I drew my knees up and squished the pillow under my head. I tried, I really did, but my eyes would not stay closed. The black canvas of my eyelids did not once fade into unconsciousness. I gave up, then. I knew I was not getting to sleep tonight.