is it hot in here or is the floor LAVA

[memeorabilia]

Just share the damn bed with me.


For whatever reason, the floor is an unacceptable place to sleep. It's messy, the dog is there, THE FLOOR IS LAVA, there's flooding, feels weird, or it's too dirty to walk on. Who cares why it's not acceptable, it just isn't! Normally, that's not an issue, but tonight you have a friend over. Maybe it's the safest place, maybe it's hurricane season and your house is the only one out of the path of the storm. Are they mooching off you? Stop trying to figure out the details! Just get over it and share the bed with that person! Sexy times are not required. Intimacy is not required. Just share the damn bed already.


Do you need options? DO YOU? Here! Have some options!

1. It's late. You're tired. Too tired to drive and THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
2. It's late. You're drunk. Too drunk. Honestly, how did you drink that much and not die? Should we take you to the hospital? Here, just stay in this bed with me. No, you can't sleep on the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
3. It's early. You thought you'd just come by and visit but you can barely function. The bed seems inviting. Guess what, you're invited into the bed! Yes. The bed. Not the floor. THE FLOOR IS LAVA.
4. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE? CUDDLING IS OKAY. And yes, the floor is lava.
5. WILDCARD. Just figure out a reason why you need to share the bed. But don't forget: the floor is lava!
6. The Crack Fun Insane Option - Actually play the Floor is Lava Game!! Move about the room without touching the floor... because the floor is seriously lava.

Comments

[sensitively]

[ Rey doesn't dwell on the what-ifs, as tempting as it is to do so — she's come to understand that as trite as it may have sounded from Master Luke's lips, the Force works in mysterious ways does in fact ring true. Any other steps he would have taken and Kylo Ren would not have been the same man that lies next to her, now; there is a reason, a design, for events to have unfolded as they have up until this point. She believes it as strongly as she believes in her own power.

She's emboldened by the fact that he doesn't seem to mind the affectionate gesture, the kiss pressed to his forehead, and by the fact that she uses his real name and he doesn't correct her or erupt into anger — so Rey leans forward once more and presses a slow, soft kiss to each of his closed eyes, feeling his emotions swelling and cresting. There's salt on her tongue where one of his eyes has brimmed over with tears, and her hand is wet. ]

Ben, [ she whispers again, and she dries his eyes with her thumbs, gently smoothing away the wetness there. ] I like that name.

[darthvaderfanboy]

[A few more tears trickle down from his closed eyes. Were he anyone else, this would be a full-blown emotionally charged crying jag. For the knight, it's finally the release of emotions that he's been holding inside and burying under layers of hatred and rage for a very long time.

He allows Rey to kiss him again and feeling her soft lips on his eyelids helps to ground him in the here and now. There's a shuddering sigh and then he lays still for a long moment, all of the emotions drained out of him.]

It's a name I haven't gone by in years. [She couldn't have known, but Han calling his name on the bridge was the first time he'd heard it in almost fifteen years. That alone had been enough to make him hesitate in killing his father. He finally opens his dark eyes back up. Something has departed from them, that manic insanity that had been dogging him and pushing him towards the Dark Side for so long. It's retreated, not forever, but far away enough that he can feel in control of himself for the first time in forever.] Maybe it's time to start again.

[sensitively]

[ That he's this emotional with her, this unguarded in front of her, humbles Rey — she knows at this moment she's seeing someone, even if it's a fleeting glimpse, who hasn't existed in over fifteen years. Someone who'd been buried underneath anger and pain and manipulation for at least that long.

It'd been hard for her to see the look on his face on the walkbridge with Han, as far up as she and Finn had been at that moment on Starkiller, but she thinks it must resemble at least a little bit the expression he wears now. ]

Only if you're ready to, [ she whispers quietly, her dark eyes searching his and still holding his gaze fast, fingers still cupping and stroking his cheeks. she'd jumped the gun in using his real name, but something swells in her chest at seeing the light in his eyes and hearing him consider embracing it again. ]

It's for you to decide, not me, and only when you feel certain you want to take that step.