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The Cape Rouge- Monday morning

Last night Rey had gone to bed thinking she'd wake up having to say tearful goodbyes to her best friend as he left to go be a duke somewhere, which probably would have involved not talking about feelings right until she jumped in a handy lifeboat and chased after him or something.

What actually happened this morning was that Rey was very much herself, wearing Duke's shirt, and curled up against him. Her first thought as she began to wake up was that she was comfortable, and that maybe she should actually get her own bed, and... wait.

[For the guy whose bed/boat it is!]

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Duke, meanwhile, was wondering how he'd managed to fall asleep with someone else in his bed with him, while both of them were clothed. He shifted sleepily, moving to rub her back as he yawned --

And froze as he started to actually recall how they'd gotten here.

"What." He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, face going through some fairly impressive gymnastics and he remembered more and more absurd details. The coffee shop. The letter. Windsorhampceistershire. "What the actual fuck?"

Yep, definitely not alone! Which was an absolutely new experience for Rey, and apparently she had no idea what to do in this situation.

"Um."

On the plus side she wasn't shoving him out of his own bed, which is probably what she'd have done a couple months ago. Honestly she'd have more of an idea of how to react if he'd been a threat.

Was it sad that he'd been shoved out of his own bed before? Maybe a little.

Duke carefully untangled his hands so he could press them to his face. He'd bought suits.

"No, but seriously. What?"

"I don't know," she said, rolling away and sitting up after making sure she wasn't going to be showing off anything she didn't want to show off.

And then she remembered everything that had come before this part. "....Oh no."

Duke shoved his hands through his hair. "Okay, so I'm going to guess this doesn't happen a lot around here, then."

He'd been warned about turning into a teacher. About random future children. No one had said anything about being kidnapped by a cheesy rom=com.

"Every once in a while," Rey said. "I've never been through it before."

She'd made out with Luke.

"I'd ask if that means you know how to avoid it, but. . . ." But here they were.

He rolled towards the edge of the bed, suddenly very glad rom-com Duke slept wearing pants.

"Um. You want breakfast or something?"

Rey wasn't wearing pants, which was very weird for her even if everything was covered. Thanks for being tall, Duke! She was still being very careful as she actually got up, though. "Um. Sure?"

Maybe it'd get less weird when they weren't randomly in bed together?

"It's probably too much to ask that my real clothes would be here by some magic."

Duke shook his head. "I have absolutely no idea." Maybe those suits he bought would turn back into normal clothes, too? "Where'd your, uh, dress end up?"

Rey sighed when she found it, still in dress form. ~~Because she'd hate it more.~~ "Of course. Why should I expect differently."

"At least you won't have to walk home in my shirt?" Duke said. He was carefully not looking at Rey in his shirt. He had a very big weakness for girls wearing his clothes, and they did not need this morning to get any weirder. "I'll just, uh. Go get breakfast started. Let you change."

"Thanks. I'll be up in a minute."

And she was not changing at all until after he'd gone, there wasn't much she was shy about but this was definitely one of those things.

Yup, this was not at all awkward.

"Waffles good?" Duke called back from the galley. Which wasn't nearly far enough from the bedroom, when it came to awkward morning afters. Not something he usually needed to worry about. "Got some aspirin too, in case you're hung over."

How much had they even drunk last night?

"That's fine. And I think I'm okay there," Rey said, getting undressed and dressed as quickly as possible, like she was being timed. "Is there caf? Or coffee?"

She'd even be nice and try to fold the shirt back up to set on the bed.

"Don't know what caf is," Duke said. "But I've got plenty of coffee." He smirked as he put the kettle on and got out his french press. "Afraid I'm no good for latte art, though."

"I'm good enough at it for the both of us," Rey said as she cane over, not sure if she should since or laugh. "That was ridiculous."

Much like how she felt in a dress.

At least she still looked cute?

"That is . . . definitely a word for it. I wanted to make driftwood sculpture."

"I'm sure it would have been a fantastic driftwood sculpture," Rey said, smiling.

"Ah, but only the very best driftwood sculpture would do to save those whales." He squeezed his eyes shut. "From plastic straws. Holy crap."

"It was very noble of you."

... *rimshot*

Duke pressed his hand to his chest. "That hurt. Seriously."

Duke Duke.

"I was going to sail off to an imaginary landlocked --" He cut himself off and cleared his throat. "Ohhh I'm just glad I didn't try to contact anyone back home this weekend."

And Rey was back to wincing.

"Yeah. That would have gone over... very badly for me."

It was nice having a space mom for five minutes but now she could never look Leia in the eye again!

“Oh? You didn’t call to tell anyone about your new true love? Who you were going to teach to love love again?”

"No, because I came here, and I can never tell them because of alternate universes."

Rey didn't realize how used to having her hair back she really was until she punctuated by pushing said hair back in annoyance.

“Ah, so Luke the world famous wedding planner is from your neck of the woods, then.” Duke poured the coffee and offered it to her. His was going to get a belt of Bailey’s first. “Should have guessed, with a name like ‘Skywalker.’”

"There are a few of them," Rey said, taking the cup gratefully.

And then she paused.

"I'm now realizing the dean saw all of that. That's great."

It was not great.

“I’m guessing since you don’t work at the school, he’s also from your universe?”

"Same galaxy, but I'm from a few decades after them," Rey explained. "I grew up hearing stories about Luke."

Sooooo yeah.

Never meet your heroes, kids. For like, so many reasons.

“Oh my god.” Duke was grinning now. It was so much easier to tease her about her awkward weekend than think about his own. “You totally made out with your childhood crush.”

Well that was one way to get Rey's brain to shut down.

"What? No! It wasn't like... How did you manage to make this worse?"

"It's a skill." Duke poured waffle batter into the iron. "Right, so you said 'a couple decades', so. . . ." His eyes went wide. "Oh shit, he's not your surrogate father figure, is he?"

"That's complicated," Rey said, and it felt weird to say that, but it wasn't like she hadn't called out to her before. And honestly she was happier to clear the air than avoid personal trauma which said something. "He was my first teacher. And he didn't like me much."

He actually probably liked her better than she thought.

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