FIC: Force of Habit [Star Wars, Rey x Ben]
Title: Force of Habit
Author: Omnicat
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: Star Wars Episode 7 and 8.
Warnings: None.
Characters & Relationships: Reylo
Summary: He’s going to need to bring his lightsaber into the ’fresher just to get some peace and quiet in there, isn’t he? // 120 words
Author’s Note: Enjoy!
Force of Habit
“What are you doing?” Rey asked, aghast.
“Washing my hair,” Ben answered cautiously.
“No, what are you doing with our water?!”
Rey threw herself at him, scrabbling for the panel that regulated the flow Ben was just standing there and pouring over his fool head. He fought her fiercely and instantly.
“Turn off that water!”
“I’m washing my hair!”
“Without chemical mix? Without a vibroshower? You’re not washing anything, you’re wasting water!”
“Ah, hothothot! Rey, leave those buttons! There’s a cultural misunderstanding!”
“I’ve never killed anyone over water before, but I swear -”
“WE LIVE BY A LAKE.”
“SO?!”
None-too-gently, he forced her under the spray until she realized.
Sheepish: “...right. Not the Jakku desert. I forgot.”
Ben sighed. Every time.
Author: Omnicat
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: Star Wars Episode 7 and 8.
Warnings: None.
Characters & Relationships: Reylo
Summary: He’s going to need to bring his lightsaber into the ’fresher just to get some peace and quiet in there, isn’t he? // 120 words
Author’s Note: Enjoy!
Force of Habit
“What are you doing?” Rey asked, aghast.
“Washing my hair,” Ben answered cautiously.
“No, what are you doing with our water?!”
Rey threw herself at him, scrabbling for the panel that regulated the flow Ben was just standing there and pouring over his fool head. He fought her fiercely and instantly.
“Turn off that water!”
“I’m washing my hair!”
“Without chemical mix? Without a vibroshower? You’re not washing anything, you’re wasting water!”
“Ah, hothothot! Rey, leave those buttons! There’s a cultural misunderstanding!”
“I’ve never killed anyone over water before, but I swear -”
“WE LIVE BY A LAKE.”
“SO?!”
None-too-gently, he forced her under the spray until she realized.
Sheepish: “...right. Not the Jakku desert. I forgot.”
Ben sighed. Every time.