Summary : How a moment of vulnerability can turn into a deeper look towards shared feelings, intimacy and a sense of belonging between Plo and the reader.
Warnings : just hurt with comfort, the fic is about vertigo and basically feeling dizzy in your sleep (read the notes on the published post on ao3 for more info!!). And lots of domestic fluff and thoughts about Plo.
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Full fic in ao3
Tagging : @a-dorin @getdookuedon in case yall want to read this <3
It comes quietly. Unexpectedly.
It’s like a cheetah hunting for its food. That quiet predator watching its prey’s every move, while it relaxes, thinking that no one is going to disturb it. It comes when you are in the throes of unconsciousness, the moment you feel yourself drift off to sleep. You feel the heaviness of it overtake you. At that moment, you’re ready to let go.
Unexpectedly, it strikes. It’s at that moment of weakness, when you let yourself go. The familiar and yet strange and unknown feeling of spinning, of helplessness. The moment the predator was waiting for. You can’t do anything but cry out, try to wake up. You know you have to open your eyes, to make it stop, but it’s almost impossible.
It’s like you’re trapped in that moment of spinning. The dream you’re having is no longer pleasant, if it ever was. You force yourself to breathe, to take deep breaths; you know this worked the last time (you’re not so sure it is going to work again).
And then you feel him. You feel the Force around you, his Force signature. It’s like a breeze in the middle of the heat of the summer. It lasts only for a few seconds, and yet it encompasses you completely. It’s a calming feeling, like a warm embrace, a cold, soothing hand on your burning forehead. You are not sure if he is even there with you, or if it is just his spirit trying to reach out to you in the darkness of the night. You are almost awake now. You can feel his body heat next to yours, or is that just your imagination playing tricks on you again?
And yet, you can hear his voice. Soft spoken and thick with sleep, yet firm and steady. He’s telling you you’re safe. You are awake. The pressure of something cold against your temple. It takes you a moment to realize it's actually the bottom part of his mask, and that he is imitating kissing your forehead. He knows this worked on you before, he knows it calms you down. So he always finds the chance to give you a kiss, or the resemblance of one. It's one of the many ways he shows you that he cares. It never goes underappreciated.
