This one’s for you, @newerconstellations (and anyone else that’s interested in some Reylo modern AU lingerie-based smut)
Enjoy, you filthy animals!
Nobody would say that the sex had gotten boring, per se.
It hadn’t. Of course it hadn’t. They still had the same volatile chemistry they’d had since the beginning. The one that set them off for long, luxurious all-night sessions and explosive quickies in semi-public places. They tried new things. They experimented. They were vocal about likes and dislikes, kinks and fantasies.
…But maybe there was a bit of complacency.
Maybe there was a bit of, let’s pull down your sweatpants and I’ll pull down my sweatpants, and we’ll do the thing, and oh, fuck, that was good, now let’s keep watching that outdoor cooking guy on Chef’s Table because I like what he did with the fish in the dirt.
It’s possible there was a bit of that.
And one day, Rey was talking with her friend Rose, who became her friend after Rose started dating her really good friend Finn. And, since Rey still saw Finn as a bit of a brother, and didn’t really want to hear much about their sex life or the ways Rose was looking to improve it, and made that known to Rose in the sometimes-blunt way she had of saying things, this gave Rose a golden opportunity. An opportunity she didn’t get that often. An opportunity to say:
“Well, how about you and Ben, then?”
Rey froze, half-chewed burger lodged in the side of her mouth, another bite thwarted in mid-air as Rose’s question stopped her dead. It took some effort to chew the bite she already had in her mouth and then ask, as nonchalantly as possible, “What about me and Ben?”
“I mean, what about you and Ben,” Rose insisted, with a poke. “How do you guys keep things fresh and new? It’s been, what, five years now?”
“Six,” Rey mumbled, annoyed that her comprehensive enjoyment of her burger had been ruined, even as she took another huge bite.
“Right, six.” Rose picked at her fries. “So, like, don’t you find things get a bit…stale after awhile? Like, same old, same old?”
Rey shrugged. “Not really. I mean, things are still…” She waved her hand vaguely, searching for the word. “Like, good. Really good.”
“Right, right, of course.” A pause. “Like, good-how-it-was-in-the-beginning good?”
The question made Rey pause, too, before she answered honestly. “Yeah. Yeah, like that good. Better, sometimes. Because it’s the best when you know the other person and you no longer spend that awkward amount of time trying to figure out whether or not you can do, like, a finger up the butt or whatever—”
“Rey!” Rose squealed, throwing a fry at her while Rey cackled and took another bite of her burger.
The girls ate in silence for a few minutes. After they had gotten up to throw away their garbage and start to leave the food court, Rose spoke up again.
“Do you think Ben feels the same way?”
Rey was busy crunching the ice from her fountain pop before tossing it in the recycling section of the garbage bins to catch what Rose meant. “About what? The—?” Rather than say, she gestured by pointing her first finger upwards and doing a little back-and-forth twist.
Rose slapped her hand down, laughing. “God, no, stop it, you pervert. I mean about things being better. Don’t you worry sometimes he might be bored?”
Rey’s chuckle immediately died on her lips.
Truth be told, she hadn’t thought about it. She just figured he’d had no cause for complaint. Sure, things had slowed down a bit in the bedroom as of late, what with him working longer hours and even sometimes on weekends – hence her and Rose’s Saturday mall excursion – and Rey trying to keep up with work and house stuff to pick up the slack, before they usually met somewhere on the couch after nine o’clock, and fell asleep shortly thereafter. But things were still fine. They were good!
Rey brought herself to ask: “What did you have in mind?”
Rose’s grin stretched from ear to ear.
Hours later, Rey was already tucked into bed when Ben finally arrived home. She heard him enter, drop his keys in the bowl by the front door, and sigh wearily. His shoes made twin thudding sounds as he kicked them off, before she heard him walk into the kitchen.
Rey burrowed deeper into the covers, her heart pounding nervously now that her plan had been called into action. What would he think? Would he be interested—well, of course he’s interested, she admonished herself, but would he be down? Or too tired? Or think it was silly—?
Shaking her head to clear her anxious thoughts, she instead got up out of bed and cinched the robe’s belt around her body tighter, trying not to think about what she was wearing underneath. She softly padded out of the bedroom and across the hall, meeting him in the kitchen in short order. When they had moved out of their apartment a couple years back, they had found a nice, three-bedroom bungalow just on the outskirts of the city. It suited them well, though it meant a longer commute for Ben.
“Hi,” she greeted him, standing up on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Hi,” he said back after swallowing the drink of water he’d just taken. He turned his head to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “How was your day?”
“Fine.” She shrugged. “Just killed some time at the mall with Rose. How about you?”
He shook his head as he took another gulp of water. “Busy. Crazy. Snoke is riding my ass again and Hux is reveling in it. I haven’t done this much research on fucking torts since law school.” He shook his head again. “Anyway, I’m out of there now. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He put his glass in the sink and loosened his tie. “I’m going to get changed and just crash. I’m so fucking beat.” He started to brush past her and out of the kitchen.
The sound came out involuntarily, but it stopped him and he turned back to her.
“What?” he asked. “Everything okay?”
“Uhhh,” she stammered, avoiding his gaze.
Her hesitation caused him to peer at her more closely, perhaps actually seeing her for the first time – barefoot, in a pink terrycloth robe she rarely took out let alone wore. (She didn’t think to also purchase a sexy robe, because honestly, there’s no bloody guidebook about this sort of thing is there?)
“What—?” He took another step towards her and squinted. “Do you have a ribbon around your neck?”
She fiddled with the ribbon in question nervously. “Erm. Maybe.”
He cocked his head and looked at her quizzically. “Uh… why?”
Okay, Rey. It’s now or never. Just do it. DO IT. “Close your eyes,” she blurted out.
His brows draw in. “What?”
“Just close your eyes!” It came out shriller than she had intended it to, but thankfully he obliged with only a quirk of his eyebrow. “Now count to ten and then you can open them.”
His eyes snapped back open. “Rey, what are you—”
“Please,” she implored him, “just trust me.”
He gave her a Look, but sighed. “Fine.” His eyes dropped closed again. “One… two…”
Okay. Gathering up the last vestiges of her courage, she untied the knot on her robe. She took a deep bracing breath, then shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it pool around her feet. At that point, she had all of three seconds to come up with a sexy pose, then two seconds, then she panicked and just let her hands hang at her sides, resisting the urge to wring them or cross them over her chest.
“—Ten.” He opened his eyes.
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