((This is more of a planned thing I want to do in a fic buuut too good of picture to waste.)) Anothe
((This is more of a planned thing I want to do in a fic buuut too good of picture to waste.)) Another droid feel into a pit of molten metal and screaming wires and beeps. He panted, stepping back away before the little pool of metal running off the droid could contact his shoes and metal the soles. He was sure that they were more then tired of trying to find shoes in his size and specially made to his specific needs. A deep ache still entrenched in his shoulders, muscles bounded up into tight coils that never seemed to ease. No matter how hot of a shower, or steam, or even a human or droid trying to beat the muscles into submission they’d always ball right back up. It was when he mopped up sweat with a light towel that he felt her reaching out to him, mind smug with a recent success of some sort. It was odd, she wanted to gloat, maybe a left over from him, when they touched, or when she gleaned things from his mind on Star Killer Base. Anyways it didn’t matter as she appeared, almost as if she had always been there. Her smugness turned a bit into shock, and he had a bit of time to reflect on his state. It was less embarrassing then when she caught him in a state of undress, but it was still unsettling to him. A white training top, and loose pants, all covered in sweat and some oil flaked off from the droids he destroyed. “Just what are you doing?” she asked him, and he refused to look back at her. “I can demand the same thing of you.” he hissed back and felt her mild shock. “Well, I wanted to SHOW you how much stronger I’ve become.” she told him, he could here her shift, she crossed her arms across her chest. “I think I can handle a little chat.”“What did you do? Translate the Jedi writings?” she opened and closed her mouth, her cheeks turned a bit pink. “Let me guess you think that lifting the FALCON makes you strong?” she flinched, he had hit the nail on the head.Could he get where the rebellion was housed from her mind? Perhaps, then again, he didn’t feel the strain that should be there, the just the slight ebb and flow of the force which was the only sign that this was a projection, but not from her entirely, maybe it was the force connecting them together from her asking? He sighed, and reached up to rub at the ever present tight muscles, trying to get them to behave, swearing as the hot bundle refused to even move. That amused her. “What need a massage from me?” she quipped. The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “Yes please.” they just blinked at each other, until he ground his teeth together. “NEV-” she cut him off with a bit of a flush. “I… Oh… yes?” she asked, waiting for him to speak. “WHAT do you want JEDI?” he demanded. Rey paused, and thought a moment. “How about I do one better?” she gave him a somewhat evil smile. “You tell me how to fix a lightsaber, and I’ll… give it to you.” “The saber?” he scowled. “NO.” He just blinked when she gave him a look that most definitely was a copy from Luke. “You think you can make me give up such information for a MASSAGE?” She smiled to him, and dared to step up towards him. “DO you think it’s worth it?” she asked him lowly. He well and truly didn’t think it was, however… there was that old ache there, he almost felt like he needed to be touched. “Well?” “Fine.” he snapped, and stomped towards a low couch. It was made for the purpose that she had proposed, he waved off a droid that came to life at his approach, and flinched when she sat down by him. He tried not to flinch when she finally put a hand on him, and that connection seemed to bloom again. He could see her surroundings, and knew she was alone. It was one thing to be part of the rebellion family as a scavenger, or a pilot, it was another as a not even half trained Jedi. He was actually laying down on her bed, she had a set of cushions, and pillows on the floor, likely she had been meditating, looking for him, and his heart ached again. She pinched his side and he grit his teeth to prevent a yelp. “RELAX. I don’t think I CAN hurt you.” she told him and put her hands back onto his shoulders, fingers digging lightly into his muscles. “KRIFF wow… okay.” she mumbled and stood, putting more pressure into the muscles. They didn’t budge, but they did hurt leaving him almost shuddering. From the touch, or pain it didn’t matter it was the same. “THAT HURTS.” he growled out, and she froze hands jerking off his skin. “Sorry, kriff Be-… Supreme… Leader, don’t you EVER relax?” she sat back down by him. He frowned into the cushion he was currently crushing in his arms instead of her. “NEVER. I can’t ever relax.” he told her truthfully. Her next touch was feather light again, and she frowned when he kept flinching. He willed himself still, concentrating on everything he had to try to relax just the smallest bit. Which is why didn’t feel her until her warmth pressed into his back. She was leaning on top of him, her cheek pressed into his shoulder, and hands still gently pressing into his muscles. “SUUSSSH.” she mumbled. He felt then as tiny little fingers of the force, began to pull at the muscles, slowly relaxing each fiber back to its proper shape. He shuddered, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting that way, as finally, what felt like hours later he could slump them down. His muscles twitching, and still aching, but it held the promise of no longer being in such a painful state. She mumbled a bit sleepily, whatever she had done evidently exhausting her, as that link faded, leaving her warmth, but the weight of her body gone. He could only naw on the inside of his cheek, as he contemplated this. No doubt she’d be more upset then anything if he didn’t observe his side of the bargain, and as pleasing at it might be for her to force that connection back open, to yell and scream at him…he was so very tired. He stood, rolling his shoulders expecting the muscles to snap back into their tight ball, but they didn’t. He touched the now cooling muscle she, no it was impossible. The art of healing through the force was almost utterly lost say for the potential. But he had felt it, he experienced it. No wonder she was exhausted. He’d help her, but she’d have to wait till she woke up, as the Supreme Leader he could make all the time in the world. -- source link