Rey wasn't so socially awkward that she didn't know when a conversation had come to a natural end, and so she nodded, bidding Luke goodnight before leaving the hut. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep now, but maybe her conversation with Luke had quieted some of her anxiety. Whatever the case, it hadn't taken very long at all for her to drift off as well.
While Rey had been forced to grow up quickly while fending for herself on Jakku, there were some very important bits of growing up and adulthood that she'd just never experienced. Puberty had been a hell of a time for her, for example. Her body had begun changing in ways that she'd considered flat-out horrific, and if not for the fact that there was the occasional village of humans that she'd come across during her scavenging trips, she would have been convinced that there was something wrong with her. But she'd had things explained to her very patiently, and the physiological aspects of it had eventually made sense to her.
But there were other things, other feelings and sensations and emotions, that she'd just been unable to explain. Logically, from the point of it being a reproductive drive, it had made enough sense to her. But she'd never been interested in any person she'd ever known, and so alleviating those feelings in her bunk had been confusing and unfulfilling, given that she'd never had anyone to focus them on.
Not until now, apparently.
She'd heard of Luke ever since she was little, but now, actually knowing him as a person, he'd evolved into a fully fleshed-out being, someone warm and brave and wise and humble. That brief touch of his fingers against her chin carried over into touches that lingered longer, traveling lower over her body, satisfying her in a way that her own touches had never been able to.
Satisfied as she might feel, though, she knew there was something missing, something just beyond her grasp. She had no practical knowledge of how this worked, no real experience with a man that didn't involve violent combat, but somehow, she could feel Luke guiding her the same way he had when he was teaching her to connect with him. Only this connection was much deeper, much more intimate, and her desire to learn from him was even more passionate now than it had been when she'd convinced him to train her in the Force.
It wasn't until she woke up that she realized just how much the hazy sensations and longings had affected her, and when she saw just where her hand had slipped into as she slept, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She immediately looked to the door, and once she ascertained that there was no one there, she hastily fixed herself and stepped outside into the morning sunlight, making her way to a water basin to wash her hands and splash enough cold water onto her face to get her bearings straight.
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While Rey had been forced to grow up quickly while fending for herself on Jakku, there were some very important bits of growing up and adulthood that she'd just never experienced. Puberty had been a hell of a time for her, for example. Her body had begun changing in ways that she'd considered flat-out horrific, and if not for the fact that there was the occasional village of humans that she'd come across during her scavenging trips, she would have been convinced that there was something wrong with her. But she'd had things explained to her very patiently, and the physiological aspects of it had eventually made sense to her.
But there were other things, other feelings and sensations and emotions, that she'd just been unable to explain. Logically, from the point of it being a reproductive drive, it had made enough sense to her. But she'd never been interested in any person she'd ever known, and so alleviating those feelings in her bunk had been confusing and unfulfilling, given that she'd never had anyone to focus them on.
Not until now, apparently.
She'd heard of Luke ever since she was little, but now, actually knowing him as a person, he'd evolved into a fully fleshed-out being, someone warm and brave and wise and humble. That brief touch of his fingers against her chin carried over into touches that lingered longer, traveling lower over her body, satisfying her in a way that her own touches had never been able to.
Satisfied as she might feel, though, she knew there was something missing, something just beyond her grasp. She had no practical knowledge of how this worked, no real experience with a man that didn't involve violent combat, but somehow, she could feel Luke guiding her the same way he had when he was teaching her to connect with him. Only this connection was much deeper, much more intimate, and her desire to learn from him was even more passionate now than it had been when she'd convinced him to train her in the Force.
It wasn't until she woke up that she realized just how much the hazy sensations and longings had affected her, and when she saw just where her hand had slipped into as she slept, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She immediately looked to the door, and once she ascertained that there was no one there, she hastily fixed herself and stepped outside into the morning sunlight, making her way to a water basin to wash her hands and splash enough cold water onto her face to get her bearings straight.