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When Rey wakes up, she finds Phasma watching her, her mussed hair shining in the soft morning light and bringing a warm smile to Rey’s lips.
It feels surreal, elating in the best way possible and she reaches for Phasma’s hand under the sheets because as cliche as it might be, she wants to make sure that his is real. Not that Phasma seems to mind, because she takes hold of Rey’s hand without a second thought and smiles even brighter than before as she tugs her closer.
“You know, I didn’t have you pegged for a sap.” Phasma comments.
Rey bites her bottom lip and laughs, hiding her face in her pillow as she does because despite what had transpired last night, a memory that will be seared into her mind forever, she still can’t quite believe that this is happening, nor that she is apparently capable of such terribly nauseating romantic gestures.
“Sorry.”
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”
Rey looks over at her again at those words and there’s a softer smile on her lips now, something akin to fondness because Phasma is watching her the same way Rey has been watching her for weeks and it makes her heart feel lighter in her chest. It reminds her of the way Han looks at Leia.
“So, I’ve been thinking.” Phasma speaks up again and her tone instantly sobers Rey up.
“About what?” She asks, even though she knows exactly what.
“About what to do next.”
The hazy mood suddenly shatters and Rey sits up before Phasma can say anything else, the sheets pooling around her waist and making her aware of the fact that she is naked. “You have to leave, don’t you?”
There’s a pause as Phasma sits up as well and moves her hand to Rey’s back to caress her smooth skin in a comforting gesture. “Yes.”
Rey swallows, tensing under her touch but not pulling away, not daring to since this might be one of the last chance she has to be this close to Phasma. Rey is about to say something when she speaks up again.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t see each other.”
“It doesn’t?” Rey asks, something akin to hope in her voice because she wants to believe what Phasma she is saying.
“It won’t be easy but I don’t work all the time. I’ve never seen more than ten clients in a year.” She explains as she squeezes her hand. “We can make this work, Rey.”
“Do you promise?” Rey asks.
“I promise.” Phasma smiles and leans in to kiss her.