Rey: “Are you making my toes match your lightsaber?” Ren: “Mmm-hmm….” *INTENSE CONCENTRATION*
I imagine Ren being quite the skilled pedicurist. He takes the actual paint job way too seriously. God forbid he gets even a little paint on her skin, he’ll curse under his breath as he swipes his thumbnail up the side of her nail-bed. It would be a spontaneous action that would make Rey jump a little and bite her lip to hold back a light gasp. And when he’s done, Ren would bring her toes to his lips and blow gently to dry. His light, cool breath would send shivers up Rey’s spine as she would arch her back, unable to hold back a gasp this time and tighten her grip on his hair. He’d smirk, only being encouraged further. Finally putting his big, strong hands to use, Ren would then massage Rey’s foot. He’d knead his thumbs up and down with enough pressure to elicit a low moan out of Rey. When he could feel Rey crumble into a relaxed jello-y heap behind him, he’d kiss her foot…and move onto the other one.