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[You'll be fine. It'll be fine, Rey told herself, taking in a deep breath as she headed into the quaint coffee shop, The Dark Side of the Mug. There was a steam punk vibe to the décor. A way for the shop to stand out among the many independent coffee breweries in Los Angeles. Rey appreciated the unique style of the place, and the puns they placed in their coffee names.

She pushed a strand of chestnut hair away from her face. She was tempted to gather her hair and place it in a messy bun, but that might give the impression was she more uptight. Which, on a given work day, she didn't care how others perceived her. Today though? She wanted to make a good impression on a cute guy from Tinder. So that meant styling her hair a little, wear a good pair of jeans that hugged her hips just right and a sweater that was comfy and cute. Practical, comfy, and it wouldn't send the poor guy running for the hills.

From their text conversations, Buck seemed sweet, and smart given his line of work. They seemed to vibe well in the digital space. Hopefully they would in the real world too.

In an effort to calm her nerves, Rey got in line to grab a small cup of coffee and waited for Buck at a two top table.]

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As much as Buck loves sex, and Rey is beautiful with a great body, he will stop at any time. If she rethinks it or decides that she wants to take it slow, Buck won't hold that against her. What matters is that Rey is comfortable, and even though Buck has had a lot of sex with a lot of people, he's never been that guy.

He drops his mouth to hers, kisses her long and deep, letting her get used to the feeling of him against her, and then slowly reaches forward to undo her slacks. If she'll let him, Buck will show Rey exactly what it's like to be with him. He's not being cocky thinking that she's going to really enjoy herself.

Once he pushes her pants down, he goes for the bra, undoing it expertly and then dropping it to the floor. "Do you want to get on the bed?"

Rey’s trousers and bra were on the floor. Her lips were bruised from Buck’s kisses and her mind was in a fog from it all. Was it possible to get drunk from kisses and touches alone? She wasn’t sure, but there was a question and Buck…he was still wearing his clothes.

“Yeah,” she murmurs, biting her lower lip to keep herself from babbling on and asking why his shirt was the only thing on the floor.

The brunette didn’t have to wonder for much longer. Time flew by and stood still several times. Rey had Buck’s bedsheet draped over her breasts with her head on his pillow and felt utterly exhausted. How many times did she cry out his name? Too many to count—but how the fuck was he that good?

Was Buck a god? A sex god? Possibly…she wasn’t about to rule it out.

There was a faint rumble from her stomach, reminding the young woman that she should eat something—preferably the take out they just got. While that was something she would have to do, that also meant getting out of bed. Could she even move?

“You…are too good at that,” she told Buck, her voice a bit raspy. “I don’t think I can go running tomorrow.”

Cause that? That was a cardio workout.

She brushed back her bangs, forcing herself to turn towards Buck to cuddle against him.

“I’ll get up a few minutes, if that’s okay?”

It's been a while for Buck, but that's been the norm for the last little bit. After deciding what he wants - a relationship and a family - he'd stopped sleeping around entirely so that he could focus on finding something serious. He and Rey are looking for that together now, and although it's fast, he really doesn't regret anything they'd done.

"Take your time," Buck murmurs. "We've got all day." All day to eat, to finish their documentary, to do this all over again. There's no rush at all.

"Gonna have to reheat the food anyway, so we can stay here for a bit." He should find her something to wear, and he will once they both get up. Maybe something easier to remove for later because yeah, he wants to remove them again.

"Yeah, I might skip out on the running too. Especially if it means more cardio with you."

Rey could feel her cheeks go warm at Buck’s words. Feelings of embarrassment and shyness prompt the young woman to pull the sheets up in an attempt to hide her face. What they did was a cardio workout but it felt like he could keep going! Rey didn’t wonder how much stamina Buck has.

Maybe it’s a natural thing for him? Maybe he has more stamina since it was his day off? Something for her to think about later—assuming, they didn’t jump straight into another round.

“I might have to up my cardio to keep up with you,” she teased lightly, pulling down the bed sheet away from her face after her blush died down. Her stomach rumbled again, forcing Rey to sit up.

“Maybe I should get started on reheating the food.” Since she last ate…hod, how many hours ago? But first, she has to get dressed. Her clothes were on the floor and it wouldn’t be comfy to keep wearing her office outfit. The slacks didn’t provide much room to do a lot in.

“Or, I think head back to my place to change. I should’ve worn something comfier than my office clothes.”

"Mm yeah, we can work you out," Buck teases. He brings his hands up behind his head as he relaxes, then laughs when he hears her stomach rumble. "Am I gonna have to make sure you're fed, too?" It's easy for Buck to do that. He's a caretaker. He wants to take care of Rey.

"Just grab some of mine," he suggests. "I've got shirts and some shorts if you want." There's no need for her to go back home, especially not after getting intimate. They're not going out or anything, so she might as well be comfortable. "You can even take a shower if you want. I can reheat the food."

Buck’s teasing tone keeps Rey’s mind from spiraling. There was a part of her that wanted to hide from the embarrassment and minor shame from her lack of eating. Then there was another part that wanted to tell him she was fine, she could take care of herself. He was making a joke, he didn’t know how scare food could get at times for her or why she held off from eating. A quick deep breath helped her recenter herself.

“Ahh, not all the time. Promise.” No need to make it seem like she would be a burden to him.

“The day got away from me and I was really nervous about speaking with you again so…” lack of food which helped her in the long run? Meant they could have dinner together.

As for clothing…why did she get the feeling no matter what she borrowed from him, his clothes would swallow her? They probably would.

“If I could borrow a t shirt, I think I should be fine.” What guy didn’t like seeing their partner in a shirt and underwear?

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