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MCA #1- Friday evening

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Rey had gone down to the laundry room to wash her bedding. All was well. Then she came back down to take it out of the dryer, pulled out her sheets… then more sheets… a comforter that she hadn't put in there… more sheets… What had gone into the dryer was a perfectly normal amount of laundry, and what came out was a clown car's worth of bedding.

What she was left with was a ridiculous amount of things that had just appeared mixed in with her actual stuff, and it actually felt like less work to get it up to the second floor than to sort through it in the laundry room. So that's what she did. She got it to her apartment, looked at the mess and decided she really didn't want to put anything/everything away right now.

Instead, she ended up being inspired to pull her furniture together to create an extension to the dining room table, which she used to create a fort with the copies amounts of sheets and pillows and duvets she'd pulled out of the machine, until she ended up with the fluffiest, coziest pillow fort possible.

Then she took a picture and sent it to Adrian, with a text reading, If you're free tonight, dress comfortably. Sometimes you had to use the island's weirdness for good.

[For he who is named in the post!]

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Little did Rey know, but her timing was pretty close to impeccable. In fact...

Hey, I'm almost finished up, he sent back, including a picture of himself in a pair of comfy black sweats and a tight tee-shirt. Will the invitation to Fort Rey still be valid in 90ish minutes?

Timing! Speaking of, she was curious about his, but knew by now to trust it.

Hmm. The window closes in 87 minutes so you might have to rush.

Harsh but fair, he sent back, laughing. Guess I'll have to work faster than anticipated. See you in 85?

My timer is set.

'Twas not.

Which was a good thing because it was 93 minutes later when Adrian was knocking on Rey's door, a crewneck and his longcoat on over the t-shirt from the picture, but still wearing his black sweatpants.

"Baby, I can explain!" he called through the door in suitably tragic tones.

Having not actually set the timer, Rey had not noticed the minutes of lateness. But with that opening, she tried to manage a stern expression when she opened the door. "This had better be good."

You're both dorks.

Fully and completely. It's why they--

Worked so well. Yeah. That was it.

"I come bearing gifts," he said, reaching into his coat pockets. One hand pulled out a container, the other something wrapped but softer and flexible. "So, less an explanation and more outright bribery for forgiveness?"

Rey raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?"

Because of course he'd do something.

"Okay, so in my defense, I started one of these a while ago," he said. "You just had the amazing timing of texting me just as I'd finished up."

So saying, he handed over the container. "These are the miscreants that made me late. So if you have to be angry at anything, take your wrath out on them."

'Them' being the large number of chocolate chip cookies he'd made for fort time.

"I suppose you're forgiven," she said as she took the container to peek inside for a second. She decided that earned him a kiss despite his offensive tardiness that she hadn't noticed. "Hi."

"Hi," he said, smiling down at her. "Blanket forts require freshly-baked cookies, if I'm not mistaken."

His childhood hadn't really featured blanket forts much, though cookies had existed in abundance.

"And this is also for you," he said, handing over the softer, wrapped package.

Putting the container under her arms, she took this package to unwrap it, looking deeply surprised when she opened it and pulled it out to see it in full.

"Oh, Adrian, you didn't have to do this." She loved it.

"You say that every time I give you something and my answer is always the same," Adrian pointed out, pulling her in for a kiss. "I know I didn't. I wanted to. All signs are pointing to a cold winter. I want to help you stay warm, even when we're not in the same place."

"I don't know how you're real," she said with a smile, going in for another extremely earned kiss. "Thank you."

"I'm just a regular guy," Adrian insisted. Not that he was denying the kisses, mind. He wasn't that selfless. "Treating you roughly on par with what you deserve."

Honestly, it felt almost unfair, reaping the benefits of the bar for men being on the ground.

Did it help that the men in Rey's life were generally a high bar?

"You spoil me," she said with a little smile. "I appreciate it."

He was also pretty much the only person she'd let spoil her.

As well they should be.

"Only a little bit," he said, nodding solemnly. "An appropriate amount of spoiling."

One more kiss for that. Just one.

"Meanwhile, I built you a fort."

"An excellent provider," he teased. "Making sure I have somewhere spacious and warm to visit. Can I get a tour?"

"Of course," she said, though she took a moment to hang her new coat up, since it might be a little much under that many blankets. The cookies, however, were coming along.

She led the way over to the dining area, serving as Fort Central, stepping on more and more blankets and sheets as they got closer. "This is the outside, and right through that curtain-" a top sheet. "-is the inside."

"An entire inside and an outside?" he teased, dropping down into a crouch to enter the fort. "Looks very much like an establishment that would thrive on cookies," he called.

"Nothing but the best," she said, holding the "curtain" for him so he could settle in a fort so fluffy that there was no chance of feeling hard floor. "Would you like anything else while we settle in?"

"Do we have anything warm to go with it?" he asked. "Maximum coze."

He glanced around, his brows furrowing. "I don't think I realized that you had this much bedding." He poked a bright orange sheet he'd definitely never seen before. "Or this...colorful."

"There was... a laundry issue," she said, and added, "I can make hot chocolate? Or there's sangria?"

"Ooh, I've never had sangria before," he said. "A...laundry issue?"

"Be right back," she said, and headed to get the sangria and glasses- things she only had because of Summer- and calling, "I did laundry and the machine just... wouldn't stop giving me more."

"Years of sock loss in the dryer?" Adrian called back.

"If so, they were reincarnated as sheets," she said.

She got back, moving the curtain with the Force so she could crouch down into the fort with the bottle and glasses and take a seat.

"So I got creative."

"I enjoy when you get creative," Adrian said, leaning in to take a glass and offer a kiss at the same time. "This is really cute. I've never been in a blanket fort before."

"Fandom's thrown them at us once or twice before," she explained, opening the bottle. "I'm kind of glad I get to show you something new."

"Two somethings," he said, holding his glass up for her to pour. "Sangria, cookies, and a blanket fort is shaping up to make a great evening." His smile softened as he looked at her. "Thank you," he added. "For inviting me."

"Thank you for being free," she smiled back. "This would be very different alone."

He switched the hand his glass was in and slung his arm over Rey's shoulder. "You don't think you'd have as great a time in this magnificent blanket for without me?"

"I'd probably still be folding laundry instead," Rey said, pouring them both a glass before setting the bottle down between some pillows, for stability. Then she snuggled against him more and said, "I always have a better time with you around."

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