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Chapter 1

A favor for a favor

The wind buffeted against Rey's mask covered face, making the fabric ripple against her lips as her speeder zoomed across the desert plain at breakneck speed. She fully savored the rush, basking in the simple yet oh so liberating pleasure of riding with the engine cranked to the max, the billowing fabric of her tattered, sun bleached clothing flapping behind her. The desolate, barren wasteland passed her by as little more than a pale blur in her periphery, only broken up by the titanic wrecks of old, fallen starships which served as a constant reminder of the one significant event in Jakku's history.

Rey scanned the vast expanse of open desert ahead, brown eyes squinting behind the protective lenses of her goggles. Then, starting as nothing more than the tiniest pin-prick far away on the horizon, came the all too familiar sight of Niima Outpost. It quickly grew in size at her approach, and once she was past the first few of the vaporators, where she began to be able to make out the different structures and scattered buildings of sand ravaged steel and canvas in more detail, she began to ease back on the throttle. She zigzagged between the last couple of sand dunes and hit the brakes, skidding to a halt before parking at the outskirts of the settlement.

The young scavenger girl reclined in her seat. Feeling the low hum of the idling engine against her thighs she unhurriedly removed her goggles and peeled her mask and head coverings off her face, freeing her brown hair before letting out a weary sigh. She wiped the sweat off her brow and closed her eyes, allowing herself just a brief moment of stillness after a grueling day of hard work.

Not that there frankly ever were any other type of days to find on Jakku.

Rey took a deep, calming breath, then turned her head and looked to the sky. It wouldn't be long until evening now. The scorching sun had already passed its highest peak hours ago and was now slowly making it's daily journey down towards the horizon. The thought couldn't help but make the edges of her lips curl into the faintest hint of a smile.

Jakku, the little dust-ball of a planet right out in the middle of nowhere space, was a harsh world, not a beautiful one. Unless you had a great appreciation for sand, cliffs, and the abandoned hulks of old warships, then you'd find that sights of beauty were very much few and far between. But to Rey, the setting of the sun was indeed one of those rare sights.

Sure, most of the time the sun was just yet another oppressive force that bore down on you with its heat and made an already hard life even harder. But in the evenings it would always change. Its harsh blinding light would grow softer as it descended from the sky, bathing the sandy dunes in hues of orange and red and paint the sky with pinks and purples, marking the end of yet another day before finally dipping from view altogether, covering everything in a dark blanket with a clear view of the stars.

She knew it was foolish, but to her it almost served as a symbol of hope that maybe tomorrow would bring something better.

Maybe tomorrow they would be back...

Rey quickly shook her head, pushing those thoughts away. She shut off the engine before sliding out of her seat and landed on the densely packed sand which had been paved by thousands of footsteps ever since the establishment of the settlement years ago. With a deftly fluid motion, born from daily repetition, she then reached under the hood of her speeder for a certain wire that she'd intentionally left loose, hidden if you didn't already know where it was, and attached it to the hull. Even if some would-be thief managed to circumvent the fingerprint scanner she'd installed, they would be in for quite a shocking surprise.

Rey grabbed her quarterstaff and satchel, but she couldn't help but frown when she pulled the strap over her shoulder. She could immediately tell something was off simply by the way that it weighed on her. After a brief inspection she quickly found the cause to be a large tear that had formed where the strap connected to the bag itself.

"Blast it!" Rey cursed in frustration and made a mental note to repair it as soon as she got home. She gently adjusted her grip, easing the full weight and strain off the strap by clutching the bag under her arm. The unwelcome prospect of additional work was annoying, but feeling the hidden objects shifting against her body through the fabric brightened her mood. She had a good haul today.

Beings of all manner of sizes and species passed Rey by as she made her way through the outpost at a quick pace. She only briefly stopped once to exchange a greeting and a few pleasant words with Bobbajo the Crittermonger—the elderly Nu-Cosian trundling along like he usually did with his menagerie of caged creatures strapped to his back—before continuing on towards the cleaning tables. She garnered a few brief but disinterested looks from some of the other occupants at her approach, before their attention quickly returned to their own tasks, a couple of older ladies engaging in the latest bout of hushed gossip.

Not paying them any more attention than they did her, Rey found herself an empty spot at a table in the shade under an awning roof, and wasted little time getting her tools out to begin. Competition was always a factor when selling your salvage and proper presentation could be key in getting a better deal, so it was with a steady and careful hand that Rey got to work.

Once she felt properly satisfied with her handiwork, Rey flexed her hands, trying to get some feeling back into her stiffened fingers. She may have gone a bit overboard with the powercell she'd wrenched out of a totaled astromech droid, but seeing it practically shine in her hands made it all worth it in the end. She carfully put everything back into her bag and then made for the largest building in Niima and her final stop of the day; Unkar Plutt's Concession Stand.

The Concession Stand, made from a converted cargo crawler, was an awning roofed blockhouse at the very centre of Niima where the settlemen's many scavengers would inevitably find themselves each day. It was namely from there that Unkar Plutt ran his whole junk trading operation, paying food in exchange for scrap and scavenged technology he deemed good and viable enough to be sold on in turn. If there were anyone who held a fond opinion of the harsh and miserly Crolute, Rey had never met them, but with his iron grip on the most readily available supply of food it wasn't like anyone could do anything about it.

Rey made a slight face once she saw the unusual length of the line formed by her fellow scavengers, all waiting impatiently to exchange their own salvage for the life essential rations Unkar provided. Rey sighed but hurried to take her place at the back without any fuzz. More people were coming and she didn't want to wait longer than she needed.

With one hand firmly gripping her staff Rey used the other to protectively draw her satchel closer against her body. She didn't think anyone would be so brazen as to try to steal this close to the exchange, especially in open view of the watchful eyes of Plutt's thuggish enforcers who eagerly looked for any excuse to exercise the authority handed to them by the junk dealer. But one could never be too careful. Hunger had a tendency of making people desperate.

The throng of people shuffled along at a slow but steady pace, silent except for the odd whisper among teams of scavengers and the loud barking of Unkar Plutt urging the next person in line to step forward. Wait. Next! Forward. Wait. Next! Forward. Rinse and repeat.

So it continued for the better part of half an hour. But the relative quiet was then all of a sudden broken by a loud and frightened bray.

People around her craned their necks in order to get a better look, and Rey followed suit. Ahead in line she quickly found the source of the noise; one of her fellow scavengers, a large-headed old Bith who was desperately trying to get his heavily packed eopie under control. Something must have seriously spooked the animal, and after a brief struggle with its master, violently tossing its head from side to side, it managed to tear the reins right out of his hands. The beast reared itself back on its hind legs, braying and kicking its forelimbs in the air before it turned itself right around and broke off in a mad dash.

Right towards the people waiting behind them in line.

A collective cry of alarm went up as everyone scattered in a panic to avoid getting trampled. Rey herself managed to jump out of the way at the last possible moment, hitting the sand just as the animal thundered past her.

Kicking up a thick cloud of dust it took off with its owner quickly giving chase after it, desperately calling out for it to stop.

As the dust began to settle, the people slowly emerged from their impromptu hiding places. Some spoke in worried and hushed tones as they warily looked around with nervous glances to see if the coast was truly clear or if the stampeding eopie would return for a second charge. A couple of Teedos, sharing a quick look, chose this opportunity to cut to the front of the line and in an instant it was as if a spell had been broken with every scavenger now suddenly rushing forward. Where there had once been an orderly line just minutes ago, there was now something more like a roiling mass of shoving and cursing people, each fighting to either keep their spot or to get ahead of everyone else.

Behind the grated window of the Concession Stand's booth, the metal plates Unkar Plutt wore like an apron rattled as he quickly raised his incredible bulk to its full height. Slamming down a meaty fist on the counter he loudly barked for order, but his command fell on deaf ears, the people too lost in the chaos to pay him any heed.

Plutt growled and angrily gestured for three of his guards who then approached the crowd with cudgels raised to break it up.

Rey could only roll her eyes as she watched the spectacle go down from her prone position. She let out a small grunt as she got to her knees but suddenly stilled and felt a sinking feeling take hold in the pit of her stomach when she realized something.

She no longer had her satchel on her.

That feeling quickly turned to despair when she looked over her shoulder and quickly found it a small distance behind her. The shoulder-strap that previously had merely been torn was now completely ripped off, and as the bag laid flat against the ground a very distinct hoof print could be clearly seen outlined square in the center of it.

Rey quickly rushed over to it, dodging and moving around the other scavengers as she did, hoping against all hope that it wouldn't be as bad as it looked. However, those hopes were quickly dashed when she reached down and finally took hold of the satchel. She couldn’t just hear but also feel through the fabric of the bag how the broken pieces of mechanical and electronic components shifted and ground their sharp edges against each other.

The little voice in her head that practically pleaded "it can't possibly have broken everything" was silenced when Rey dared to look inside. The couplers, the motherboards, and even the powercell, top quality components sure to keep her fed for days, all of them reduced to useless, broken pieces of scrap.

Her arms went slack and hung limply at her sides, her mind going blank, unable to process the unfairness of it all. It passed in a second and her hands balled tightly into fists. Her nails dug into her palms as her knuckles whitened, her arms shuddering with tension. All that work and nothing to show for it! Rey bit the inside of her cheek almost hard enough to draw blood and fought down the almost overwhelming urge to scream her frustration for all to hear, but even harder than that she fought back against the tears which threatened to well up in her eyes.

Quickly grabbing her staff Rey turned on her heel and stormed off. She made a point to not meet anyone's eye as she grappled with the fact that she now would have to go to bed hungry. There simply wasn't enough time to go out and try to find anymore salvage and return to the exchange before closing time.

Rey trudged through Niima in a daze. Her feet were like lead as she forced herself forward, practically out of sheer inertia alone, and her head hung low as she did her best to ignore everything and everyone around her. She angrily rubbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her arm wrappings, trying to keep her tears at bay while dark thoughts swirled like a storm in her head, each clattering of the broken pieces of scrap under her arm sounding like cruel, mocking laughter to her ears.

As she made her way through the market, Rey couldn't help but catch an unwanted whiff of skewered bloggin meat from one of the vendors. The delicious smell made her mouth water and not for the first time did she curse Unkar Plutt's name over the fact that he had forbidden the vendors from ever selling or trading their wares to his scavengers.

Rey shook her head and continued on in miserable silence.

She was about halfway back to her speeder, still not knowing what to do, when she caught a glimpse of red at the edge of her periphery. There was the sound of quick footsteps and a familiar voice called out to her.

"Hey, Rey! Wait up!" it cried and it took all the willpower Rey had left to not groan in frustration.

"Leave me be, Gevin," Rey said dejectedly without breaking her stride, not even able to muster up the energy to give the Twi'lek boy a glance over her shoulder as he approached her at a jog. "I'm not in the mood."

Pointedly ignoring her the footsteps came closer and closer as Gevin quickly caught up with her. He made a sudden dash to get in front of her, his lekku whipping through the air as he spun around in a half pirouette. But as Rey refused to stop for him he soon found himself forced to walk backwards, almost stumbling at first as he did his best to match her pace.

Rey kept her gaze firmly on the ground right before her own feet, giving no further acknowledgment to his presence.

Gevin cleared his throat. "I, uh, saw what happened back there," he tried. "A real shame. Ol' man Hobbuw really ought to keep that ornery beast of his in better check. I actually just told Kenry the other day-"

Gevin blabbered on and Rey, occupied by her own troubled thoughts as she was, only managed to take in about half of what he was saying, the words pattering incessantly against the wall she'd tried to put up. When it became clear he refused to take the hint, Rey let out an exasperated sigh and stopped walking. Gevin must not have been expecting that as he continued on for a couple of additional backwards steps before finally catching on, his stream of words stopping when he nearly tripped over his own feet. The simple drawstring bag he'd been carrying over his shoulder swung through the air as he quickly righted himself up in a way that screamed "I totally meant to do that".

Rey slowly raised her head and looked Gevin right in his plain and narrow face, giving him a flat and tired look. He answered her with an unsteady grin, giving a hint of the front tooth which had been broken after a nasty fall, and not for the first time did she think that the lanky boy's naturally bright red skin made it look like he had been cooking in the sun for days.

She sighed again.

While she really didn't have the energy to deal with him right now, Rey tried reminding herself that Gevin wasn't a bad fellow. Just...awkward. A bit of an oddball. Possessing a serious motormouth and an almost notorious inability to read the room he tended to get on many people's nerves as, if given the chance, he could and would talk your ear off about whatever hare-brained, barely thought out scheme he'd just come up with to make it big and get off Jakku.

Realistically that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon as his middling skills really weren't anywhere near enough to meet the very lofty ambitions he had, but never tell him that. With his head ever in the stars he was convinced that it was simply a matter of time. He had even gotten it into his head that he was destined to become the next Lando Calrissian; a dashing, sharpshooting rogue captaining a fast ship of his own, every day a new adventure, and with an adoring girl waiting for him in every spaceport from the very depths of the Core Worlds to the farthest reaches of the Outer Rim.

As a young girl, Gevin's tall tales and bold claims had never failed to lift Rey's spirits and make her laugh. The two of them had found common ground in their shared lack of parents, and she'd been happy to at least have someone her own age to spend time with between chores and salvage jobs.

But that was years ago, and the young Twi'lek now found himself in that awkward transitional period where he was no longer a boy but it simply felt wrong calling him a man. Puberty hadn't exactly done him many favors except for making him surprisingly tall, nearly over half a head taller than Rey was, but it was in the way where it locked like someone had taken hold of him at both ends and simply stretched him out. Add to that the lack of any real muscle on his bones, combined with the slouchy way he usually carried himself, it only further served to make him look awkward and gangly. The worn and threadbare clothing he always wore didn't help—managing the seemingly impossible feat of simultaneously looking a size or two too small while also hanging loosely on his thin frame, covered by a vest which had been patched up so many times it was anyone's guess if any of the original fabric even remained at this point. And, as usual, his wide and bumpy forehead was covered by the same dirty headscarf he always wore, greasy and stained.

At any other time Rey wouldn't have minded to stay for a chat, to hear what was going on in her old friend's life and what sort of nonsense he'd gotten into this time. But today... today she simply had no patience to spare.

"What do you want, Gevin?" she asked, tone weary.

Gevin's grin grew a bit strained at the unusually cold reception but did not let it deter him. "Right, straight to business," he chuckled nervously. He quickly unslung his bag from his shoulder and let it drop to the ground, it's contents making a faint rustling sound as it landed by his feet. "So," he said, clapping his hands together, "as I was saying. I couldn't help but see what happened back there. Some real shitty luck. But," he held up a finger, "I believe I can be of assistance."

Rey arched an eyebrow and gave Gevin a dubious look. When it became evident that that was the only response he was going to get at this point he cleared his throat and soldiered on.

"Well, d'you remember me telling you how I joined up with the Kood brothers' crew a while back?"

Rey blinked and furrowed her brow, wondering where he was going with this. She did remember him telling her about it. He'd been very excited at the time, convinced he would be able to easily climb the ranks and use them as a stepping stone for finally getting off Jakku. She, however, had her doubts about that.

With a sigh Rey leaned against her staff. "Yes, that does ring a bell," she said.

It was common for scavengers to form up into groups in order to pool resources and individual skills. In theory it meant that you could go after bigger scores and haul back more salvage than you ever could on your own, and there was a certain security in working in numbers. The downside, of course, was that you had to share the rewards of any job with the rest of the team, and not every trip out into the Starship Graveyard was guaranteed to end up as a success. Rey had worked for other scavengers herself as a young girl, years ago before she'd gained the skills and the confidence to make it on her own.

The Kood brothers, Lim and Hudwal, were a pair of Duros who ran a crew about a dozen strong, making them one of the larger salvaging teams operating out of Niima. As far as taskmasters went you could certainly do worse, but that didn't make them good people in Rey's book. They operated with a strict hierarchy, with them always standing at the top and calling all the shots, taking a larger cut of the spoils, and making those at the bottom of the ladder do the hardest, most menial work. They also had a reputation of being rather unforgiving when it came to failure, and if you didn't pull your weight you were simply kicked out without hesitation.

Rey gave Gevin a nod to continue.

"Well, we just got our payment from a big job and..." With a wide, almost smug looking grin on his face Gevin squatted down and started untying the loop on his bag. Giving a quick look over his shoulder, almost as if to make sure that no one was spying on them, he opened the bag up and gave Rey a nod, urging her to take a look inside.

Rey cocked an eyebrow and she warily leaned forward to see whatever it was that Gevin was so itching to show her. At first she couldn't quite make out what she was looking at, something which Gevin must have noticed as he quickly made sure to widen the opening for her, adjusting the angle of his grip to allow for more sunlight to reveal well over a dozen full portions of ration packs inside.

Rey's eyes widened in shock. "How in the world did you get so many?" she asked in disbelief, taking in the sight of the haul Gevin had somehow managed to get his hands on.

"Okay, so here's the scoop," Gevin said as he jumped back up on his feet. A big grin spread across his face that showcased the gap made by his broken front tooth as he animatedly began weaving his tale. "About six days ago, me and the gang struck gold! Well, not actual gold—now wouldn't that have been something to show the Blobfish!—but y'know what I mean. Anyway, it all started with Vull—y'know, the Gotal guy with the stutter—noticing something shimmering in the dunes, and he told-"

Rey held up a hand, stopping him mid sentence. "Gevin, you're rambling again," she stated simply. She was trying her level best to be patient, but she knew from experience that they would be here for quite a while if she didn't do something to hurry Gevin along.

"We found a kriffing A-wing!" Gevin exclaimed, so visibly excited that the tips of his head-tails almost seemed to be dancing they were moving so much. "A whole-ass, almost completely intact A-wing, halfway buried in the dunes by Weeper's Gorge!"

Rey blinked, unable to hide her surprise from showing on her face. "Weeper's Gorge? But that place was supposed to have been picked clean years ago. How could anyone miss a whole starfighter? And did you say intact?"

Gevin nodded eagerly. "A bit busted up, but yeah, pretty much intact. Must've been flying real low when the pilot was blasted right through the canopy. Blam! Right in the face!" He laughed and gesticulated wildly, acting out the scene of how it may have gone down, and Rey couldn't help but make a face at the sheer morbidity of it all. "As for how no one else found it," Gevin eventually continued, "I guess it was simply buried too deep, with just a part of it coming uncovered after that sandstorm we had the day before. We would probably have walked right past it if Vull hadn't noticed something. We quickly went a digging and the bosses called in a few favors from some Teedos. Had their luggabeasts help us with hauling it to our spot to give it a proper look. Sadly, nothing we did could make it start back up again, so they simply told us to start taking it apart. We've been busy dismantling it before selling whole crates filled with parts to the Blobfish."

Rey couldn't help but frown. She would've really liked to have been able to take a look at it. She couldn't say if she'd been able to fix the fighter up where the Koods' own mechanics had failed, what with it having been buried in sand for three decades, but it would have been nice to make the attempt.

She quickly decided to put it out of her mind. There was no sense in dwelling on such things. She refocused her attention back on Gevin, sensing that his tale was coming to an end.

Gevin crossed his thin arms over his chest and leaned back, a bright if slightly broken grin on his face as his gangly frame almost seemed to swell with pride.

"So, I guess what I mean to say is that while I'm not exactly swimming in riches at the moment," he gave a quick nod to the bag at his feet, "luckily for you I do have some food to spare."

Rey's eyes widened. Of all the things she'd anticipated to come out of Gevin's mouth, this wholly unexpected offer of generosity was not one of them. For a brief moment she could only gape in silence as she struggled for words. "You really... you would just give me some?" she asked, hesitantly but with a glimmer of hope growing in her chest. She suddenly felt downright awful about the cold treatment she'd given him.

Gevin hesitated, an odd expression flashing across his face. "Well, not exactly," he admitted at length, awkwardly scratching beneath the bandana covering his forehead. "I was thinking more of a you scratch my back I'll scratch yours kind of deal. A favor for a favor, if you will."

Giving a slow nod Rey tried to not let the slight disappointment she felt show. It was not aimed at Gevin, more the sad reality they lived in. On Jakku, in Niima especially, the unfortunate harsh truth of things was that one could rarely afford to be so generous as to just freely hand out anything of value without asking for something in return. Bartering, on the other hand, despite Plutt's best efforts to crack down on it, was commonplace between scavengers, and people with a surplus of rations would often use them as currency in lieu of actual money in order to pay for goods and services.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't say no to that," Rey said, giving Gevin a small smile. She was actually genuinely touched by his offer to help her out and could already feel her spirits lift. It seemed she wouldn't have to go to bed hungry after all. "So, what would you have me do?" she asked. "Do you need me to take a look at your audio-player? Did it stop working again?"

Gevin grew strangely quiet.

"N-no," he finally managed to say. He rubbed awkwardly at his neck, "I... had something else in mind." His usual bravado was suddenly gone and his eyes darted left and right, unable to quite meet hers for longer than a few seconds at a time. Also, most of the time Gevin would talk just as much with his hands as with his words, with large and wide gestures, but now he was merely fidgeting with them, like he had no idea what to do with them.

Rey blinked. Why was Gevin acting so weird all of a sudden? Well, weird for him that is. She really wasn't used to seeing him act so skittish. "Okay," she said at length. "And what is that?"

For a moment Gevin seemed to be grasping at straws for what to say, his mouth opening and closing several times as he tried to find his words while Rey waited patiently. He took a breath before he finally spoke. "Look, we've... known each other for, well, years now, right? We're friends, right?"

Rey smiled. "I would say so, yeah."

"And sometimes friends do things for each other, right?" He gave a shaky grin, his words coming easier, faster, as he'd seemingly found his thread.

"Suuure," Rey allowed, her smile dipping a bit. There was an odd feeling in her gut, and she wondered where exactly Gevin was going with all of this.

"Well, see, there's this... thing I've wanted to ask you for some time now," Gevin said. "But I'm not sure if there's really a... good way to ask for it..."

Rey frowned. A thing? What thing? Also, was it just her imagination or was Gevin looking even redder than usual?

"Look," she said, feeling her patience starting to wear thin, "I'm sure that whatever it is isn't a big deal. So just spit it out."

Gevin gave a nod, closing his eyes before taking a deep breath, slowly exhaling as he straightened his back. It was almost as if he was steeling himself, mentally preparing for some great challenge. When he finally opened his eyes again, locking them with hers, he still seemed as nervous as could be, but there was now a look of resolve on his face. Rey was honestly almost taken aback at the sudden fire in his orange eyes, something which she had never seen before in the years she had known him.

"Do you think you could blow me?"

Rey just looked at Gevin, unable to do anything but blankly stare at him for a good long while. The boy began to squirm uncomfortably under her gaze as the silence washed away whatever confidence he'd managed to muster up. Rey had heard the words he'd said perfectly clear, but for some reason her brain simply didn't seem able to process the meaning behind what had been asked of her—like a lagging computer having trouble responding to a command.

Seconds rolled on by and Rey blinked once, then twice, and suddenly Gevin's audacious request finally clicked in her mind, her eyes going wide as they instantly and unwillingly went straight to his crotch. A heavy blush quickly spread across her face—making her almost match the tone of the young Twi'lek's skin—before her gaze almost immediately shot right back up to Gevin's eyes and her face twisted into a mask of fury.

She allowed her bag to drop to the ground and in a single fluid motion she whirled her staff around and thrust it forward, not actually striking Gevin but merely threateningly placing the tip beneath his chin. She tilted his head upward before taking two steps forward, forcing him to follow suit if he didn't wish to get jabbed in the throat.

"You...!" Rey growled.

"It was just a suggestion!" Gevin exclaimed with wide eyes shining with panic. He held up his splayed open hands in a placating gesture, clearly hoping to escape any bodily harm the enraged scavenger girl might wish to visit upon his gangly form.

"Well you can take your suggestion and shove it up a happabore's backside!" Rey hissed through gritted teeth. She traced the end of her staff down to Gevin's chest and none to gently gave him a sudden shove, toppling him backwards. The Twi'lek had just enough time to let out a less-than-masculine sounding squeak, which then quickly turned into a low oof as his body crumbled into an undignified heap in the sand.

Gevin gave a quick shake of his head to get his bearings back when Rey cast her shadow over him. He peered up in confusion right as the angry girl firmly planted her feet on either side of his body, appearing to him almost like a dark spirit of wrath as she loomed over him with the sun at her back. The Twi'lek's eyes widened in fright as they zeroed in on the business end of her weapon, now hovering uncomfortably close just above his face.

"Gevin, I want you to listen very carefully because I will only say this once," Rey said as she looked down at him, her brown eyes boring into his. Her voice may have been deceptively calm, but only a fool would have been able to miss the simmering fury behind each carefully enunciated word that left her lips. "Trees will sprout from the sands, Unkar Plutt will start handing out food for free, and oceans will drown the deserts before I would ever in a thousand cycles even consider touching your filthy little-!"

It was at that exact moment that Rey's empty traitor of a stomach decided that it had been ignored for far too long, letting its displeasure be known by emitting a loud growl worthy of a Wookiee.

The universe froze.

Whatever words Rey had planned to say next instantly died on her tongue. The angry blush that had just cleared once more spread like a pink veil across her face. She stared down into Gevin's eyes and by the look of him he had not only heard her but he also clearly knew that she knew that he had heard her. Staying perfectly still he simply laid there, completely frozen in place, as if a single twitch would set her off, and at this point he looked like all he wanted was for the sand to swallow him whole.

Rey angrily held Gevin's gaze, the seconds ticking by in tense, uncomfortable silence before she finally lowered her weapon and took a step back. Her thoughts were racing through her head like a pack of tuned up swoop bikes going round and round in laps inside her skull.

You're hungry.

Not that hungry!

You will be.

I will be fine!

Will you? You're hungry now, and with neither supper nor breakfast tomorrow's going to be unbearable.

I'll figure something out!

Oh, will you? Splendid! Let's hear it then.

...

Only through sheer force of will did Rey refrain from stamping her feet as she mentally went through every single curse word and obscenity she knew—even inventing a few new ones—as she came to a decision.

Hunger really did make you desperate.

"Fine," she bit out.

Gevin looked up at her with a confused look on his face. "Fine what?" he asked dumbly.

Rey growled and ground her teeth in frustration. Why was she forced to say it out loud? That somehow just made it worse. "Fine, I'll do it. I'll suck your..." She angrily waved her hand in the general direction of Gevin's crotch as words suddenly failed her.

For a moment it seemed like all Gevin could do was openly gape at her, his eyes wide as he opened and closed his mouth a full three times before his face took on a look that could only be described as pure unbridled excitement. In less time than it took to blink, Gevin had already jumped back up on his feet, scattering sand everywhere as the widest grin Rey had ever seen in her life spread across his face.

"For real? You'll do it?" he blabbered excitedly, looking and sounding like someone had just offered him a large case full of credits and a one-way ticket to a tropical resort-world. "You'll actually give me a-?"

"Keep your voice down!" Rey shushed him, waving frantically with her free hand. She gave a quick look around, afraid that anyone had been listening in, but thankfully it seemed like anyone still around was too preoccupied with their own personal business to pay any real attention to what appeared to be a simple spat between two teenagers. She hung her head and let out a resigned sigh. "Yes, I'll…do that. Let's find somewhere private and get it over with."

It should have been physically impossible but Gevin's grin seemed to grow even wider, prominently displaying his chipped tooth, and the Twi'lek boy was practically bouncing in place with an almost child-like glee. Rey might have found the sight endearing if it weren't for the fact that the cause behind his joy was her agreeing to perform oral sex on him in order to not starve.

"Oh, I know the perfect place. C'mon!" he exclaimed as he quickly dropped down to grab his bag with one hand before suddenly reaching out to take hold of Rey's own hand with the other. Acting like there was no time to spare he quickly made to lead her—more like drag her—towards whatever destination he had in mind at a brisk pace.

"I can walk perfectly fine on my own, thank you very much," Rey grumbled under her breath, wrenching her hand free from his grip.

Her obvious displeasure at his touch didn't seem to dampen Gevin's spirit in the slightest, a wide smile still present on his face as he simply gave her a shrug of acquiescence before taking off at a jog. His lekku trailed behind him in the air as he hurried ahead, a skip and a spring in his step.

Rey let out another sigh, just taking enough time to walk back a few steps to scoop up her own bag, broken pieces of scrap jangling inside, before following.

What had she gotten herself into?

Every few seconds or so Gevin would either cast a look over his shoulder or even spin himself fully around in a quick pirouette, almost as if he wanted to make sure that she was actually still with him and hadn't decided to ditch him after a sudden change of heart. He did this without breaking his stride, and the only times he would actually briefly stop was to impatiently wait for Rey to catch up with him.

With shoulders slumped in defeat, grumbling silently to herself, the scavenger girl trudged along after him. It wasn't exactly like she was dragging her feet, but she certainly didn't feel any need to rush getting acquainted with whatever Gevin kept hidden in his pants either.

They zigzagged their way between the tents, ramshackle homes, and haphazardly put together structures as they made their way through Niima, passing under an awning or two before reaching the outskirts on the settlement's eastern side.

Sentient-made structures grew scarcer, and after walking for another minute or so it seemed that they had finally arrived at their destination. Gevin stopped before a simple storage shed, standing alone without anything else around except for an old vaporator. Turning around to face Rey, a wide grin on his face, he let out a loud “ta-da!” as he made an overly dramatic gesture towards the shed. The way he acted it was almost as if he was presenting her with a grand and lavish hotel and not something that was essentially just a rust covered box made out of welded together sheet metal, with a single door that had been added seemingly as an afterthought.

"Are you serious?" Rey asked as she eyed the thing, her skepticism palpable.

"It may not look like much but hardly anyone ever uses it anymore, so there shouldn't be anyone interrupting us," Gevin explained, his words filled with good cheer. He reached for the door which came open with a loud, wince-inducing creak as metal scraped against metal. Looking over his shoulder he gave her a doofy grin before disappearing inside.

"Yes, because that would be terrible," Rey grumbled under her breath. She had a final look around, making sure that no one was near before grudgingly following Gevin inside, doing her level best to squash the trepidation she was feeling.

Rey closed the door behind her and could do nothing but sigh in dismay when she noticed the lack of any type of lock on the door. She could only hope that the place really was as abandoned as Gevin claimed, but his assurance was hardly enough to calm her nerves.

She turned around and started taking in the interior of the place. The shed had looked rather small from the outside and she'd initially been worried that they would be completely cramped together with whatever cluttered mess stored within. However, to her surprise it seemed to have been stripped bare of anything of value, leaving behind nothing but empty racks along the walls, which at one point may have been used to store various tools and equipment, and a single old metal workbench in one of the corners which looked like it would give you tetanus just by looking at it for too long. As it was she estimated that there was just enough room for maybe about a dozen average sized beings to stand around with enough space left to not bump into each other.

Not that she thought that you would find that many people willing to cram themselves in and endure the stuffy air, right below the cusp of becoming uncomfortable to breathe.

A sudden metallic clinking drew Rey's attention, making her turn towards the only other occupant in the room.

Oh for the love of…!

Standing hunched over and halfway turned away from her, Gevin was wasting no time. He was already fumbling with his belt buckle and seemed to be in such a rush to get his pants off that you'd believe they were on fire. Rey rolled her eyes, letting out an annoyed groan as she allowed her bag to fall to the floor before raising her hand in the air, loudly snapping her fingers no less than three times before finally gaining the horny Twi'lek boy's attention. Gevin's hands froze in the middle of what they were doing and his head quickly shot up towards her with a wide-eyed look of confusion on his face.

Rey cleared her throat and straightened her back. With one hand on her staff and the other resting on her hip she did her best to project an aura of stoic aloofness, and to quell the flustered apprehension she felt inside.

"Before we… do this," she started haltingly, still wrestling with the idea of what she had agreed to do, "there are two things we need to go over."

"Oh?" Gevin blinked in confusion as he let his hands drop to his sides, his lekku jostling against his shoulders as he shifted himself around to properly face her. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, sure. Um, and what would that be?"

"First of all," Rey said as a hint of steel entered her voice, "no one can know about this. No one. Is that clear?"

Gevin blinked before slowly gaining a knowing look. "Oh, so you want this little tryst to be a secret just between the two of us? Yeah, I can dig that." He grinned and gave her a conspiratorial wink before raising his finger for a shushing gesture.

"I'm not joking around here, Gevin," Rey declared firmly, fixing the Twi'lek boy with a look that caused his smile to drop and his back to involuntarily straighten. "I know you. You like to talk. You really like to talk, and sometimes you forget yourself and say things that would have been better left unsaid. Word travels fast in Niima, and if the wrong person finds out that I agreed to do this, I will never hear the end of it. So if I end up overhearing so much as a single nasty comment about me, or catch any snide, dirty looks aimed my way, then I will come after you and quite literally break your balls. Do we understand each other?"

Gevin almost looked like he had shrunk under Rey's words, slowly averting his eyes from hers. "I wasn't gonna say nothin'," he mumbled sullenly, rubbing an elbow and looking away into a corner before daring to meet her gaze again. "What's the second thing then?"

Rey relaxed her shoulders, her message having clearly gotten across, and allowed her voice to return to a more neutral tone. "Second of all is the fact that we need to discuss the matter of payment."

"Oh. Right," said Gevin, his voice suddenly going up an octave. He rubbed the back of his head and looked just a tad bit embarrassed, almost as if that part of the deal had managed to completely slip his mind in his excitement of being given what Rey confidently assumed to be his first blowjob. "Will one quarter portion do?" he finally asked.

"One quarter po-?! What do you take me for?!" Rey nearly shouted in his face before managing to catch herself, bringing it down to a seething hiss, lest she'd alert everyone in Niima. The very notion that Gevin thought that she would ever even entertain the idea of sucking his filthy prick for that cheap was like a personal insult.

Gevin winced at her tone, shrinking back slightly as his eyes couldn't help but briefly flick towards the metal staff still in her hand. "What? Is that too low?"

Rey made a noise that was somewhere in the middle of an incredulous laugh, a scandalized gasp, and a most unladylike snort. "Are you having a laugh? You want me to get on my knees and suck you off and you seriously think that a quarter portion is going to cut it?"

"We'll, sorry for not knowing the going rate for blowjobs. Despite what my dashing good looks might lead you to believe, I don't really have much experience with this," Gevin said defensively. "How much do you want, then?"

Rey took a deep breath, calming her raging emotions she straightened her back and schooled her features. This wasn't something the young scavenger had ever thought that she would find herself haggling over but here she was.

"Three full portions," Rey finally answered curtly.

"What?!" Gevin sputtered, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head before he quickly managed to collect himself. "Three portions? Now who's joking?"

"Oh?" Rey raised an eyebrow and cocked her head. “I thought you said you and the gang 'struck gold'. That you had portions to spare."

"Well, I won't for very long if I just start throwing them around, now will I? Who knows when I'll hit a score like this again? I'd like 'em to last for at least a little while. Half a portion."

"Ha! That might get you a tug or two from my hand," Rey stated coolly while making a couple of jerking motions in the air, "but if that's not enough to get your jollies off then I suggest you pay up. Two and a half portions."

In the span of less than a minute the mood within the abandoned old shed had completely shifted as the two young scavengers started haggling. Going back and forth they argued the price, offer and counteroffer getting rejected in turn as they slowly but surely moved towards somewhere in between what each of them had originally pitched.

"One and three quarters," Rey said as she impatiently drummed her fingers against her staff.

"One and one quarter."

"One and a half. You're not gonna get a better price."

With his arms crossed over his chest Gevin chewed his lip as he seemed to mull things over. His brows were scrunched into a frown but finally he gave a nod. "Fine. But," he raised his hand and extended two of his fingers in order, "you have to swallow and I get to touch your boobs beforehand. Deal?"

Gevin extended his hand. Rey looked at it warily with narrowed eyes, not exactly happy about the added terms but considered them all the same. She weighed everything over in her head and considered trying to argue for more, but once again it seemed that it was her stomach who ultimately called the shots today, and it was getting impatient.

"Deal," she finally said with finality, reaching out and grasping Gevin's hand, giving it a single quick but firm shake before letting go.

With the rather lively negotiations over with, and both parties having come to an agreement, the sudden silence that followed was practically deafening. For a moment the two young scavengers simply stood there. Human and Twi'lek. Girl and boy. Fidgeting awkwardly as only a couple of inexperienced teenagers about to embark on what, for them, was hitherto uncharted physical territory could, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Both had a good if rough idea of what was supposed to happen next, but neither knew exactly how to take the necessary first steps to actually get there.

The uncomfortable silence was finally broken when Gevin awkwardly coughed into his fist. "Um, do you think you could, maybe, let go of your stick?" he asked hesitantly, a shaky, nervous grin on his lips as he pointed at her staff. "It's a bit of a moodkiller."

"Oh. Er, yes, of course." Rey said, thankful that she didn't have to be the one to get the ball rolling. She leaned her staff against the wall, taking a second to trace her thumb over the strap made out of bloggin-leather before turning to face Gevin. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, something which wasn't exactly made easier with Gevin none too discreetly leering at her chest like he was trying to see right through her clothing. Fighting down the sudden urge to cover herself, Rey briefly wrung her hands before allowing them to fall to her sides.

"Alright," she said in a voice she hoped sounded more confident than she actually felt, “go ahead.”

Gevin swallowed thickly and wiped his hands on the sides of his pants before slowly approaching her, a wide, disbelieving grin forming on his face. Reaching out with hands that were visibly shaking with anticipation, Gevin's eyes left their fixation on Rey's breasts just long enough to seek hers for final approval.

Swallowing nervously, Rey gave Gevin a quick nod and pushed her chest out to meet him halfway. His broken toothed grin widened, his long red fingers pulling the tattered gauze wrap that crossed down her front aside, and an instant later the first hands other than her own cupped her breasts.

Enveloping them in his hands Gevin gave Rey's tits a soft and almost timid first squeeze, making the girl instinctively flinch despite herself. Gevin froze, but when the expected slap across the face failed to materialize he soon went in for another. Then another. Growing bolder by each consecutive one he was soon outright groping her chest. Rey nearly did a sharp intake of breath when the Twi'lek boy's clumsy hands made the rough fabric of her tunic rub against her nipples, making them stiffen at the sudden and alien attention they were receiving.

Unable to do much else besides standing there awkwardly as Gevin pawed at her chest, Rey did her best to keep her breathing even. There was no technique involved, just mindless groping fueled by nervous eagerness. He would jostle her breasts around as he played with them, and what was a soft and tender caress one second would without warning suddenly turn into an uncomfortable squeeze or pinch the very next.

"This is so wizard," Gevin breathed out, grinning widely as he kept on manhandling her breasts. "They're so soft!"

"Glad someone is having a good time," Rey grumbled, trying not to wince at a particularly rough touch. She seriously hoped she wasn't going to wake up with bruises tomorrow.

"Oh, believe me, I am," Gevin replied, nearly drooling, and clearly so caught up in his fun that he either missed or simply didn't care about the obvious sarcasm in Rey's tone. She breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly let go of her, but rolled her eyes when he then went to undo her clothes.

"Here, let me do that," she said in a near grumble, shooing his hands away.

Willing her hands to steady, Rey slowly began unwrapping herself off the thin, robe-like cloth tied around her form. Gathering it in her hands she did her best to tune Gevin out as she took a bit more time than was strictly necessary to neatly fold it before laying it aside. Her finger gave a light, nervous twitch before she reached for the hem of her tunic.

Raising the fabric with both hands Rey ever so slowly exposed centimeter after centimeter of naked skin. She felt a sudden shudder go through her, despite the stifling air within the shed, when a bead of sweat trailed its way down her flat belly before disappearing within the cove of her navel. Once past her ribs, giving Gevin the first teasing flashes of underboob, she hesitated for just the briefest of seconds before pressing on, revealing the soft swell of her breasts along with their nipples, stiff and tender from their earlier treatment.

She bunched the cloth above her now naked chest, baring herself to Gevin's eyes.

Her breasts were definitely on the modest side. Small but perky and capped with pink nipples they were a far cry from the massive mammaries she'd once had the misfortune of overhearing a few of the rougher men in Niima gushing about, standing around admiring some old pin-up poster one of them had managed to get his hands on. However, any feelings of inadequacy Rey may have felt when it came to the size of her bust was instantly washed away when she looked up and saw the way Gevin was looking at her. He stared transfixed, almost reverently, at her naked breasts. His unblinking eyes were nearly impossibly wide as they zeroed in on her nipples, like they held the hidden answers to life, the universe, and everything else.

"Whoa," he finally managed to breathe out.

The smallest hints of a smile tugged at the edges of Rey's lips. Who knew that all you needed to render Gevin speechless was to simply flash him a pair of boobs?

As Gevin moved in to grope her again, Rey, flashing back to the less than tender care she'd just endured, caught his wrists in a firm grip, stopping him just as he was about to pinch her nipples.

Blinking like he'd been released from a spell, Gevin gave her a questioning look. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Rey sighed. “If you want to keep touching me then you'll need to be more gentle with them," she said, doing her best to not growl in frustration. "They're breasts, not...bags of sand or whatever that you can just go to town on and treat however you please."

"Oh," was his highly intelligent response, sounding and looking genuinely surprised by her words. "You mean you didn't like it? One of the guys said that girls like it a bit rough."

Rey considered reaching out to twist Gevin's nipples around—see how he liked it rough—but decided against it. She asked herself if she should give him some pointers, tell him how she liked to touch herself in her most private moments? Then again, Gevin wasn't exactly the best when it came to following verbal instructions, and the very thought of having to voice the things that got her engine running, so to speak, made the inexperienced young woman cringe in embarrassment. No, the best course of action if she wanted this whole thing to be, if not enjoyable, then at least tolerable for her, was probably to simply show him.

"Just...follow my lead, okay?" she said as a blush bloomed on her cheeks.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say," Gevin said, wildly nodding his head. He had the look of a man who'd just had his first sip of water after days of being lost in the desert and craved more.

Rey swallowed once before slowly pulling Gevin in by his wrists, allowing his spindly fingers to fully envelop her petite breasts. Without the protective barrier of her clothes there was nothing in the way to stop the sensations that came from full skin on skin contact, and she made a sharp little intake of breath when she felt her breasts, and the nipples which tipped them, flatten against Gevin's palms.

In the back of her mind she couldn't help but note how warm his hands felt.

True to his word Gevin refrained from going all grabby grabby straight out of the gate, although it seemed to require a tremendous amount of willpower on his part to do so. His hands rested fitfully on her chest, only allowing one of his thumbs, perhaps unconsciously, to softly stroke against the smooth skin right below her areola as he awaited further instruction.

Releasing her hold on his wrists, Rey placed her hands on top of his. It was a bit awkward at first, but it didn't take long before she found an angle that worked for her and began to guide Gevin's hands in slow, circular motions. The supple flesh of her tits yielded to his touch as he massaged her, clumsily but obediently following and responding to every little nudge and unspoken instruction she gave him.

Rey wordlessly showed her Twi'lek friend how to properly touch her. Almost naturally falling into a certain rhythm as he fondled her she had Gevin cup and softly squeeze her petite breasts, occasionally slowing but never really stopping the momentum of the tender caresses she had him visit upon her.

Rey was honestly a bit amazed by how well Gevin was actually taking to following her instructions. For being such a talker he could be remarkably bad at listening, lost in his own little world as he usually was, so either taking the nonverbal approach had been the right call or he was simply just motivated enough to do a good job lest she'd cut his playtime short. She was even more surprised to find his touch not only tolerable but even a bit...stimulating, truth be told. His fingers in particular, calloused after years of hard labor, drew a reaction from her as they rolled across her sensitive nipples.

Seconds turned into minutes as this private little dance of theirs continued. Rey's breathing grew shorter, and something began to stir deep in her core. A heat was growing between her legs that only seemed to increase as she unthinkingly started rubbing her thighs together. She swallowed and was just about to tell Gevin to give her nipples some extra focus, but found herself interrupted when he suddenly let out a nervous laugh.

"Don't get me wrong," he started, a wide grin on his face, "I'm having a kriffing blast and could definitely see myself doing this all day. But do you think we could maybe move on to the main event now?"

The words shook Rey back to reality, making her blink away the hazy fog of burgeoning arousal that had started to fall over her. Surprised and more than just a tad bit embarrassed how affected she'd been by their little petting session—this was just Gevin for crying out loud!—she cleared her throat and did her best to make sure her voice was steady and even before answering him.

"S-sure. I guess...that's the reason why we came her in the first place, right?"

Gevin squeezed her tits one final time, almost as if he was saying "goodbye for now", before the two of them separated from each other. Rey took a small step backwards, trying to ignore how her heart hammered within her chest as she slowly got down on her knees. Almost absentmindedly she brushed away some of the sand covering the rough floor to make things just a smidge more comfortable for herself, and looked up to find herself at a near eye level with Gevin's crotch. Nervously her eyes briefly flicked upwards, finding Gevin looking down at her with an expectant and eager look on his face.

Alright. Too late to back out now, Rey thought to herself, resigning herself to where things had led her. With unsteady hands she reached out and started undoing the buckle on Gevin's old belt. It was rusty, and grunting in irritation she struggled with the clasp before it finally came apart with a loud click. Letting go the trousers almost immediately started sliding down Gevin's narrow hips, and a fraction of a second too late she realized that the belt was the only thing actually keeping them in place.

Rey nearly felt her heart catch in her throat. Acting on instinct she went to grab for the waistband but it was already too late. There was no stopping the loose trousers from slipping right down Gevin's thin legs, and in no time at all they floppily pooled around the young Twi'lek's pronounced ankles.

It turned out that Gevin apparently wasn't the firmest believer in underwear, and holding her breath Rey could only stare with wide eyes as his erection was left bobbing in the air, with nothing at all to cover it.

The world seemed to come to a stop as Rey got an intimate close-up with Gevin's genitalia.

She blinked once. She blinked twice. She tilted her head slightly to the side, furrowing her brow as she gave the thing a curious look.

Huh.

So this was a penis.

Veiny and throbbing with life the length of slightly curved, tumescent flesh pointed upwards, right at Rey's face as she stared at it. The shaft, standing at a modest twelve centimeters in length and looking to be just about twice as thick as her own thumb, ended in a bulging, almost helmet-shaped head. A head which was covered by a thin layer of foreskin, peeled back just enough to reveal the tip of Gevin's glans and the slit of his urethra. Rey's eyes were practically drawn towards the little opening, and she could have sworn it just winked right back at her. Absentmindedly she couldn't help but make the odd observation that the dick, along with the rounded sack which hung underneath, had an even deeper shade of red than the rest of Gevin.

Rey breathed out.

It…wasn't what she had been expecting. Then again, truth be told, Rey didn't exactly know what she had been expecting. Having finally laid eyes on Gevin's naked dick she couldn't help but be struck by how...unremarkable it looked for a lack of a better word. Certainly not as intimidating as her imagination had built it up to be. She didn't exactly have a broad frame of reference when it came to judging penises. All her previous exposure, outside of overhearing hushed, giggling gossip at the cleaning tables, had either come from catching the odd eyeful of those belonging to the various beasts of burden used throughout Niima, or from rather clinical pictures and diagrams in journals she'd once found in the medbay of an Imperial cruiser. The journals had all referenced human anatomy, but from what she could tell it seemed that Twi'leks were pretty much identical in every way that mattered.

"Biggest one you've ever seen, eh?"

Rey blinked in surprise, broken out of her musings by Gevin's sudden words. He must have taken her silence as some sign of her being impressed with what he was packing, and she could practically hear the almost smug satisfaction in his voice.

Rey made the mistake of looking up, and froze.

Oh, no. Not the "grin".

It really couldn't be overstated just how obsessed Gevin was with Lando Calrissian. Since childhood he had been absolutely enamored by the many tales surrounding the famous smuggler-cum-Baron Administrator-cum-rebel hero, almost to the point of worship. Calrissian's numerous great deeds and accomplishments, whispered about by the many scoundrels and washed up pilots across Niima, had made him appear as this near mythical figure to the young Twi'lek. And ever since coming across an old holovid featuring the handsome and charismatic rebel general, Gevin had done what he could to emulate his hero. Fancy and expensive capes were right out for obvious reasons, and any attempt a Twi'lek made trying to grow a luxurious mustache was doomed to fail right from the start.

Which, in the end, meant that the only things left for him were things like mannerisms and body language.

Gevin had quickly taken to grinning in the same way Calrissian did in that short vid, having somehow managed to convince himself it made him look suave and charming. But Lando Calrissian Gevin most definitely was not, and any time he did it it just came across as horribly forced and goofy, which was only made worse by how genuine he was about it. That chipped front tooth of his didn't exactly help matters, not that Rey had ever had the heart to tell him that.

And now, looking up at the young Twi'lek, his stiff dick right in her face, what was Rey met with if not that very same incredibly stupid grin. Gevin's mouth was spread wide, showing far too many teeth, and his attempt at replicating Lando's subtle arching of the eyebrow made it look like he was seconds away from a big sneeze. With his chest puffed up with misplaced pride, and his fists placed at his bony hips, he struck what Rey could only guess was supposed to be a heroically masculine pose, but which his gangly body simply wasn't able to pull off.

Rey bit the inside of her cheek and just barely kept herself from chortling. She quickly ducked her head, trying desperately to not show her expression.

Don'tlaughdon'tlaughdon'tlaugh!

Taking a second to get a hold of herself, Rey cleared her throat. "Uh, I suppose?" she finally managed to force out, doing her level best not to giggle herself silly over how ridiculous Gevin looked. "Buuut," she said, drawing the word out, "if we want to get technical, it's also the smallest I've seen."

Gevin seemed confused for a brief second before finally putting two and two together. "Oh. Right," he said, his shoulders slumping slightly as Rey poked a hole in his ego. It didn't take long, however, before he perked right back up again. "Hey, I guess that means I'll be your frame of reference, then! Starting out strong, I say."

Rey stifled a snort and shook her head. If nothing else, Gevin's antics had at least managed to allay her nerves, easing some of the tension from the situation she found herself in. What reason had she to be nervous? It was just Gevin, after all.

The scavenger girl looked at the dick in front of her, feeling a light flutter in her belly as it gave a throb in the air. She lightly bit her bottom lip.

Okay, maybe it was okay to feel just a little bit nervous.

Rey shuffled closer, suddenly wishing she'd thought of putting down something soft to spare her knees from the rough flooring. Once close enough she recoiled slightly when the first whiff of Gevin's unwashed genitals hit her. “When's the last time you hit the sonics?" she asked with a frown, wrinkling her nose in distaste at the stale and sour stink of accumulated sweat and grime, along with Gevin's own natural musk.

Gevin pondered it for a second, scratching his neck. “Um, sometime last week I think. Why?"

“Never mind," Rey sighed in exasperation. She gave Gevin's equipment an uncertain look before raising her hand towards it, but found herself hesitating. Her eyes searched Gevin's. “May I?" she asked and he nodded so quickly he looked at risk of giving himself whiplash. Giving a single nod of her own in return she slowly reached out, swallowing thickly as her fingers gingerly wrapped themselves around the shaft of Gevin's prick.

It felt so weird! The skin was soft and spongy, but hidden underneath there was a definitive hardness, firm tissue which only seemed to grow more solid at her touch. Just her gently holding his penis in the palm of her hand seemed to have an effect on Gevin, the young Twi'lek letting out a low groan as his organ pulsed with life.

Rey was amazed by how clearly she could feel it throb with his heartbeat. Tightening her grip just a touch she could more intimately feel the hard, blood-engorged tissue encased within a layer of smooth, pliable skin, earning her a louder groan of approval. Spurred on by Gevin's sounds of pleasure she experimentally allowed her hand to start moving along the shaft, down towards the base before going back up towards the tip. Lightly biting her bottom lip, and with a flutter in her stomach, Rey repeated the movement a few more times before gently and gingerly peeling back the foreskin to reveal the swollen, shining head of Gevin's swollen penis in its entirety.

She stared at it in silent fascination as the hole at the tip wept a single bead of translucent fluid. Without thinking Rey used her thumb to smear it around the glans, making it glisten and causing Gevin to draw a shuddering breath as she touched his most sensitive area.

Softly, with slow, careful movements, Rey began to slowly stroke her hand up and down the length of Gevin's shaft. As her palm rubbed along the bulging underside, feeling the texture of his skin, her fingers traced a vascular vein which pulsed in time with his heartbeat, and she realized to her own surprise that she'd been holding her breath.

“Is this...doing anything for you?" she asked.

“Oh, yeah," Gevin said, letting out a happy sigh. “A bit tighter, please."

Unable to take her eyes away from what she was doing, Rey nodded and clenched her hand more firmly around the dick. There was an unexpected rush of excitement when Gevin moaned in reply to her actions.

“Faster," he said.

Again Rey obeyed, her strokes growing quicker.

“Yeah, that's kriffing great,” Gevin groaned happily. “Now suck it.”

Rey's hand stopped mid-jerk, Gevin's words making her completely stop in her tracks. Looking up she found Gevin watching her with an expectant look on his face.

“A-already?” she asked, her stomach dropping.

“Well, not to seem impatient or anything,” Gevin ventured, his eyes never losing that hungry gleam even as his grin fell a bit at her hesitation, “but I believe that's what I'm paying for, right?"

“...Right,” Rey replied stiffly and unenthusiastically. She'd really hoped she would be allowed to take some more time getting used to this. To get at least somewhat more comfortable about the whole affair before having to take the leap of actually putting Gevin's dick in her mouth.

At eighteen standard years of age, Rey of Jakku was a girl of many talents. Her time spent working under Unkar Plutt, as well as simply trying to survive, had by sheer necessity turned her into a real jack of all trades. Scavenging, doing repairs or maintenance on complex machinery, speaking or at the very least understanding various different languages, keeping thieves at bay with her trusted staff, or even piloting the various ships Plutt owned, were all skills Rey had grown confident in after years of hard work.

But now, on her knees, with her first penis staring her square in the eye, she was definitely out of her element and found herself at a complete loss for what to do next.

She swallowed the sudden lump that had formed in her throat.

"How...do I start?" Rey finally asked. She could feel her cheeks redden, suddenly feeling self-conscious over how clearly her inexperience was showing, only for her to a split second later internally berate herself that she shouldn't be embarrassed about not knowing how to suck cock, dammit!

"Er, why don't you try...giving it a kiss?" Gevin offered lamely, a small nervous grin on his face as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

"Give it a kiss?" Rey echoed, her voice and expression completely deadpan save for a single raised eyebrow as she looked up at Gevin. He quickly averted his gaze from her incredulous stare.

"Yeah! Or lick it. I don't know!" he exclaimed, clearly flustered as his red cheeks managed the seemingly impossible feat of growing even redder. "Do what comes natural."

Rey watched Gevin squirm for a few more seconds before she allowed her focus to return to his dick. Eyeing it sceptically she mulled the suggestion over and sighed. It wasn't like she had any real clue what she was doing anyway, and if Gevin wanted his prick kissed then that was probably as good a place to start as any.

She just tried to not think too hard about the fact that her first kiss would be with a quite literal dickhead.

Rey angled the dick in her grip into a better position, licking her suddenly dry lips without thinking as she leaned forward. She wrinkled her nose again as she once more inhaled the Twi'lek's musky smell but forced herself to keep going, puckering her lips before planting a quick peck right on the slit.

When that didn't kill her she went in for another. Then another. Each new kiss lasting longer than the one before.

With her right hand firmly grasping Gevin by the root, and with her left placed securely on his thigh in order to better steady herself, Rey hesitantly opened her mouth, a slight nervous tremor going through her as she slowly guided the dick inside. Her lips unsurely closed around the member just below the bulbous head of its glans, forming a seal as she enveloped it within her mouth. For a moment she simply let it rest against her tongue as she tried to get used to the pungent taste—which, for the record, wasn't much better than the smell—and contemplated how to proceed.

As she sat there awkwardly, wondering what the hell she was doing, she felt her saliva start to collect in her mouth and reflexively swallowed, creating a natural suction. Gevin twitched in response. He gave a sudden gasp, and then he moaned, the sound just as loud and unrestrained as he was. It startled Rey enough that she almost spat the dick right out of her mouth before catching herself. With wide eyes she cast a furtive look upwards to further gauge Gevin's reaction, finding him with his eyes closed and his lips puckered as he sharply sucked in a lungfull of air.

For a moment Rey sat completely still, blinking in astonishment.

Did she do that?

Trying to see if she could do it again—deliberately this time—Rey cautiously tested the sands by applying just a little bit of light suction on the knob to start things off. Being more prepared for her this time Gevin's reaction was less dramatic, but not by much, letting out a deep, shuddering breath as his body tensed. A big stupid smile spread across his face.

"Kriffing hell," Gevin whispered breathlessly, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back and let out a deep groan.

...Well, as far as first reactions went, she wasn't doing too bad, Rey thought to herself, feeling something akin to an excited little flutter in the pit of her stomach. Perhaps she could do this after all.

Rey repeated the action a few more times as she tried to get used to the strange feeling of having a dick in her mouth. She gently suckled at it, her heartbeat quickening and feeling her blush growing deeper as she listened to Gevin's moans and pleasured sighs. Did it really feel that good for a guy to have his dick sucked?

Distracted as she was, Rey almost didn't notice when Gevin reached out—aiming to grab hold of one of the three buns she always kept her brown hair in—but a quick swat of her hand and a meaningful glare was enough to make him back off. Impatient ass, she thought. This was hard enough for her as it was and she'd be damned if she'd let anyone but herself set her pace in this.

She mentally squared her shoulders and step by step, with just a bit of hesitation, Rey started to move her way up and down Gevin's prick, gradually working more and more of him into her mouth. Gently bobbing her head she got a slow, tentative rhythm going, and she listened intently for any change in the sounds Gevin was making. Increasing the pressure of her suction earned her a few louder groans and, emboldened by this initial success, Rey thought that she was ready to take things a step further. After all, the sooner she was able to finish him off the sooner she would get her food and could get the hell out of here.

That was definitely the only reason, she told herself.

She made her way a bit further down Gevin's length, successfully reaching the halfway point. However, as she made her way back up again, Gevin suddenly winced violently and let out a loud yelp of pain. Rey completely froze in place and with a dawning horror realized she had accidentally raked her teeth along the underside of his penis.

"Ow! Hey, watch the teeth!" Gevin cried out with a look of mild panic in his eyes.

"Fowwy," Rey managed to mumble around the meat in her mouth, her eyes wide and apologetic as her cheeks reddened in mortification. Almost as if acting on instinct her tongue flicked out, gently swirling over the affected area in an attempt to soothe any pain she may have caused.

Things were tense for a few incredibly awkward seconds, but Rey's efforts didn't seem to go unappreciated, and soon enough Gevin's uncomfortable groans were replaced by little sighs of pleasure. Making sure to keep her teeth safely out of the way from that point on Rey tried to get back to where she'd left things off, and she started moving her mouth up and down the length of Gevin's dick.

She was thankful that Gevin didn't seem to hold her mishap against her, and with each little bob of her head Rey could feel the tension practically melt off of him until the young Twi'lek simply allowed himself to lean back, enjoying himself to his heart's content. Feeling sensations she bet he'd never known before he rode the burgeoning waves of pleasure her mouth provided for him.

Rey kept it slow and gentle at first as she futher acquainted herself with her first penis. She sucked softly as she gingerly worked her way up and down the red shaft, now glistening wet with her saliva. Gevin had reacted well to her tongue so after a moment Rey decided to try adding it more actively to the mix. She started small by simply pressing it against the dick's underside, tracing along a thick vein on her way up. Once only the glans remained within her mouth, she finished the movement by having her tongue give the frenulum a feather-light flick.

"R'iia's shorts!" Gevin exclaimed at the contact, hissing in through gritted teeth as his body seized up. For a second Rey was worried that she had messed up again, but quickly realized it was quite the opposite, the boy letting out a shuddering breath as a shiver ran through the entirety of his gangly body. She gave Gevin a moment to recover, and only allowed herself to continue once he gave her a quick nod to do so, looking down at her with a new sense of wonder in his heated gaze that nearly made her heart skip a beat.

She had no idea she was capable of drawing such a reaction out of someone and, as degrading as this whole situation was, there was at least some part of the scavenger girl that couldn't help but feel a certain level of triumph at that. Feeling strangely powerful in a way she'd never had before.

Rey went about her task with increasing vigor as she worked her lips up and down, and it didn't take long before she'd managed to work up a steady rhythm. Then, with her boosted confidence spurring her on, she set about experimenting. While bobbing her head she began using her tongue to caress any part of the dick it could reach, alternating between slow and quick strokes as she tried to see what would elicit the greatest response from Gevin.

With every downward movement of her head she went lower and lower until she was well on her way of taking nearly the entirety of Gevin into the wet heat of her mouth. However, her inexperience reared its head once again when the tip neared the back of her throat and her body suddenly seized up. Her eyes bulged as she suddenly felt herself gag violently.

Strings of saliva connected Gevin's dick to Rey's lips as she spat it out and turned her head to the side, loudly and uncontrollably coughing into her hand.

"Oh, shit, are you okay?" Gevin exclaimed, eyes wide with worry and his arms raised at his sides as his wet dick bobbed in the air.

Rey waved him off. "I'm fine," she managed to wheeze out between the last few fits of coughing, trying to get her breathing back in order. As she wiped a few tears from her eyes she forced herself to give him a small smile of appreciation for his concern. "I guess I should have known better than to go too deep on my first time," she said hoarsely. "It's like when you enter a starship wreck; never venture too deep if you don't know what you're doing."

Gevin's features softened with relief, a smile of his own breaking out on his face once it was clear she was okay. "Well, you sure could have fooled me, because this has been kriffing great!" he laughed. "Are you sure you haven't been seeing other guys behind my back?"

Rey rolled her eyes as she used the back of her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, but despite herself she couldn't help the wry smile from forming on her lips. "If I did, what makes you think I'd be telling you?"

Gevin feigned a gasp and clutched his chest. "You wound me!" he exclaimed with a theatrically scandalized look on his face. "Don't I tell you all about my own conquests?"

Rey gave him a flat look. "Gevin, you've never conquered anything in your entire life. Girls least of all."

"True," he acquiesced with a sheepish shrug, "but when I do I'll be sure to regale you with all the sordid details of my carnal adventures."

Rey frowned. "Yeah, I believe you can keep those to yourself, thank you very much. And you'd better not 'regale' anyone about what we've been up to here either." Her left hand snaked its way up Gevin's thigh to suddenly cup his testicles, making him twitch in alarm. "I hope you haven't forgotten what I told you before," she warned, punctuating her words by gingerly but firmly squeezing his sack twice in quick succession, something which, to her surprise, caused his dick to jump.

Gevin nervously cleared his throat. "Point very much received."

Rey's frown morphed into a satisfied smirk. "Good," she said and released Gevin's balls, making the boy let out a sigh of relief as she returned her focus to his dick. She got a thoughtful look on her face as she gave a few tugs on his stiff shaft, slick with her spit. "Are you getting close? My jaw is getting a bit tired."

"Y-yeah," he said. "Shouldn't be too long now."

Rey gave Gevin a quick nod but otherwise didn't waste anymore time getting back to work. She leaned forward, once more sucking the red Twi'lek prick into her mouth. Any trace of her earlier hesitation and apprehension was gone, replaced by a near single minded determination to see things through.

Having learned her lesson Rey never went too low and mostly focused on the glans, but that meant leaving a majority of the thing unattended. With barely a thought she allowed her right hand to leave its place at the base, shifting upwards before wrapping her fingers around the shaft. Using the spittle that had flown freely from her mouth as lubricant, Rey quickly started rubbing, squeezing and jerking along the part of the dick her mouth wouldn't reach. Breathing hard through her nose Rey hollowed out her cheeks and started sucking harder, almost smirking when Gevin cursed under his breath. She bobbed her head up and down, allowing her lips to move up and down the bulbous head while her tongue reached out to flick, stroke, and swirl around it, not leaving a single spot untouched as she traced every contour of it.

As unrefined and amateurish as Rey's technique may have been, she made up for it with a zeal she never would have imagined before today. Her efforts were not going unappreciated, a wide dumb grin having etched itself onto Gevin's face as he enjoyed the magic that her mouth and hand provided. He oohed and aahed as his breathing grew increasingly haggard, his hips giving the occasional twitchy jerk against her when a particularly sensitive area was stimulated.

"Oh, yeah, that's the kriffing spot!"

Gevin had never been a quiet guy, so why would now be any different? Not even bothering to suppress the noises he was making he unashamedly let Rey hear every unconstrained moan and groan. She started chasing those sounds. Anytime the Twi'lek boy would give a particularly strong reaction she would instantly attack the same spot which had garnered it, repeating the same action and putting extra effort in trying to make him elicit an even stronger response.

Listening to every sound of gratification she coaxed out of his throat, feeling his muscles clench and unclench as she worked him over, it was growing harder for Rey to ignore the effect it had on her. With her breathing through her nose growing more labored, her skin feeling flush, and with the almost uncomfortable heat which had continuously been growing at the junction between her thighs, she couldn't deny the simple fact that sucking Gevin off was actually turning her on.

Rey's underwear clung to her nethers, damp and uncomfortable. Rubbing her thighs against each other was no help at all. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse for her, and her pussy almost seemed to pulsate in time with her quickening heartbeat. She shifted her position and inhaled sharply when her nipples, stiff like pebbles, dragged against Gevin's thighs. The simple act of skin-to-skin contact was enough to make them tingle, and a small surge went through her that nearly made her arch her back.

Part of her wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch herself right now.

No! Focus! Rey would have shaken her head to clear it if not for the dick that filled her mouth. She had a job to do, as unseemly as it was, and she couldn't allow these confusing, mortifying, and exciting new emotions distract her. Get him off. Get paid. Get home.

As her tongue lapped and swirled against the head of Gevin's red prick, continuously tracing the ridge along the glans, Rey increased the tempo of her handjob, her hand soon becoming a blur as she quickly rubbed her palm up and down his shaft, clenching it tightly in her fist. Frustrated she started feeling the early warning signs of her hand and jaw starting to cramp up, but she kept at it. Just a little bit more. She could practically see the finish line just up ahead.

Rey was soon proven right, her efforts finally bearing fruit when Gevin suddenly let out an urgent, guttural and whimpering groan.

"H-holy shit! I'm about to-!"

That was all the warning Rey received before Gevin's body seemed to be seized by powerful muscle spasms. Acting entirely on instinct the Twi'lek started thrusting his pelvis against her face. If it hadn't been for Rey's left hand acting as a bulwark against his motions, she was certain that he would have jammed his dick deep down her throat as he came undone. With his teeth clenched and his eyes tightly shut Gevin threw back his head and let out a strangled cry as he reached his peak, his cock unleashing his cum in several mighty bursts.

Rey froze in place. Her eyes clenched shut and she couldn't help but utter a brief, muffled moan of protest when Gevin started spewing his load into her mouth. The first two salvos blasted against the roof of her mouth, the third and fourth feeling considerably weaker as they hit the back of her tongue, while the final fifth was little more than a weak dribble.

And just like that it was over.

Gevin's body twitched and shuddered with the aftershocks of the pleasure Rey had given him. Then, seemingly from one second to the next, it was as if every single muscle in his gangly body lost their tension all at once, and he almost staggered backwards before managing to stop himself.

Panting for breath like he had just ran several laps around Niima, Gevin's eyes fluttered open. He looked down to meet Rey's gaze, her lips still wrapped around his already softening cock, and he looked at her like she was the single most wonderful thing to ever graze the galaxy.

Rey was struck by the look, by the pure, raw emotion that shone in the young Twi'lek's orange eyes. It made strange new feelings well up in her chest that she couldn't properly name, muddled by her own state of unfullfilled arousal.

Brushing those thoughts aside for now Rey slid her lips up the length of Gevin's now nearly flaccid member. It popped out of her mouth, flopping wetly against her hand. Reminded of their deal she resisted the urge of spitting the cum out, her cheeks puffed out as she kept it all inside. She experimentally rolled the strange, warm fluid around in her mouth, frowning as the flavor washed over her tastebuds. It might have been the hunger talking but she found herself not really minding the taste all that much—salty with a hint of a bitterness—but the strange texture, on the other hand, would take some serious getting used to.

Rey swallowed it all down in one big gulp and gave an involuntary little shudder as she felt the slimy substance slide down her throat. Seeing Gevin watch her with bated breath Rey fought down her embarrassment, and she opened her mouth wide for him, letting him know that not a single drop remained within.

"...wizard," Gevin uttered breathlessly at her display, his eyes wide with amazement as he could do little more than gape at her.

Rey averted her eyes and cleared her throat. Her work done she rose to her feet, a bit more unsteadily than she would have liked, and dusted the sand off her knees. She proceeded to readjust her clothes in silence as she tried to make sense of the myriad of conflicting thoughts and emotions running through her, managing to supress the little hiss that threatened to escape her lips as she pulled the rough fabric of her tunic back down over her stiff nipples.

In a way this whole thing would have been a whole lot easier for her if she'd ended up being completely disgusted by the act like she'd initially expected she'd be. Then she could have simply just brushed the whole thing aside, filing and burying the experience away in the deepest recesses of her memory as just another unpleasant and humiliating ordeal she'd been forced to endure in order to survive.

This...was a whole lot harder to come to grips with.

"That...was kriffing brilliant," Gevin said, short of breath and with a clear overtone of awe in his voice as he struggled to get his pants back on. "Just…wow! I've never had it that good on my own. And that's not for a lack of trying!"

"Well, glad you had a good time," Rey said awkwardly, almost mumbling. She made sure to wipe her hand on her trousers before tucking a stray strand of her brown hair behind her ear. She didn't know how she was expected to take praise like that. "But a bit more of a warning would be appreciated next time."

Gevin rubbed at his neck with a sheepish look on his face. "Yeah, sorry about that. It just felt so good that my brain sort of-" He paused, eyes blinking as his mind registered what she had just said. "Wait, 'next time'? There's going to be a next time?"

Rey froze. She could do little to stop the pink blush from spreading when she, too, realized the implication of her words. Trying to seem nonchalant she quickly turned towards the wall to hide her face, acting like she was simply moving to get her gear while her mind was racing, trying to come up with a response.

"W-well," Rey started haltingly as she began robing herself in her simple gauze cloth, "I must admit it wasn't as...bad as I'd initially feared." She tried to sound calm, collected, and completely unbothered by the fact that she'd just sucked a guy off—for payment she might add—and was now opening the door for a possible repeat performance. "So I guess if I ever again were in need of some...assistance, and you felt inclined to part with some more portions, I suppose I wouldn't be entirely opposed to a...similar arrangement in the future."

When she once more turned to Gevin she found him openly gawking at her, as if he couldn't believe his luck at the possibility that today wasn't just some one-off thing. His expression then quickly morphed into that damned grin again.

"Can't stay away from this, can you?" he asked, wagging his brow as he placed his hands on his hips before giving the air a quick thrust.

"Ugh. I said maybe so don't push your luck, Gevin, or I'll rescind the offer," Rey warned and none too gently tapped him on the shoulder with her staff. "Now, I do believe you have something that belongs to me."

"Ah, yes, of course," Gevin said and hurried to retrieve what he owed her. Dropping down to his bag he took out two of the ration packs before pulling one of them apart, tearing along a seam in the transparent plastic. "One and a half rations for services rendered, as promised," he said with a smile, affecting the overly servile tone of a merchant as he handed her her payment with an exaggerated bow. "A true pleasure doing business with you."

Rey rolled her eyes but couldn't quite stop the smile that was tugging at the edges of her lips when she accepted the rations from him, even giving him a small playful curtsy in return. "Oh, I am sure it was."

"Want to get out of here?" Gevin then asked as he used his headscarf to wipe the sweat off his bumpy brow. "I'm starting to get steamed in this box."

"Yes, it is starting to get quite stuffy in here," she agreed while stuffing her new food in her pack. "I really should be getting home anyway."

The door came open with another wince inducing creak as Gevin held it open for her, and the two of them walked out into the open air.

Rey took a swig of water from her canteen, partly to quench her thirst but also to remove the lingering aftertaste of semen from her mouth. Feeling Gevin hovering around her she turned her head and looked at him questioningly. With an eager grin and his hands clasped behind his back he balanced on the balls of his feet, slightly leaning forward towards her.

"Sooo...when can I expect our next session to be? Soon, I hope?"

Rey blinked and gave the Twi'lek boy an incredulous look. "We just finished and you already want more?"

"Can you blame me?" he laughed. "I've had a taste of paradise. How could I possibly go back after that?"

She didn't know how to answer that.

"We'll see," was all she said.

At that, both of them fell silent, a certain uneasy tension enveloping them in the wake of what they had done together. Gevin rubbed the back of his head, and he opened his mouth as if to speak before seemingly thinking better of it, marking another first for today. Thankfully, their awkward suffering was shortlived as aid came in the form of a low roar sounding through the air. As one, Rey and Gevin looked to the sky to find the origin of the noise; the activating sublight engines of a freighter. The old age of the ship was clearly visible on it's hull, even at this distance, as it rose into the air from the landing field at the other side of Niima. For a moment they simply watched the ship as it climbed higher and higher, growing ever smaller until it finally broke atmo and disappeared from sight altogether, heading to places unknown.

Rey furrowed her brow, a look of pain quickly flashing across her face at the image before she could suppress it. She couldn't help but be reminded of another ship, so long ago, leaving her behind.

"That'll be me one day," Gevin said.

Rey blinked. Brought back to the here and now she turned to her friend and gave him a questioning look.

For a moment longer Gevin had his eyes fixed on the spot where the ship had disappeared. He turned to her, his eyes bright as he gave her a wide grin, a genuine one this time and not that half-baked Calrissian facsimile. "That'll be me one day," he repeated firmly, with absolute certainty. "You'll see. One day I'll get out from under Plutt's fat thumb, find a ship or join a crew, and then I'll be out of here. My destiny isn't on Jakku. It's out there," he nodded to the sky. "Then," he made his hand sweep through the air in a wide arch, "I'll paint my name across the stars."

Rey gave him a considering look and decided to not voice her true thoughts on the matter. How low she thought his chances were. Getting away from Jakku was already a tall order for people in their situation, and the rest... "So you keep saying," was all she said in the end.

"I keep saying it because that's what's gonna happen," Gevin said, his grin broadening even further.

He always sounded so confident. Either Gevin had a far better sabacc face than he'd ever let on or he actually truly believed his own words. Rey gave a rueful chuckle. "Perhaps it will," she said. "You'll have to send me a card from all the places you end up visiting, then."

Peering at her from the corner of his eye, Gevin's smile fell away and his expression turned oddly pensive. He swallowed. "Maybe you could..." he started but stopped himself. He cleared his throat and ducked his head, keeping whatever else he'd thought to say to himself. "A-anyway, it's getting late. Lots of scavenging to be done tomorrow, and I don't know about you, but I for one need my beauty sleep. See you around?"

Rey gave a slow nod. "Sure. See you around, Gevin."

They parted, each heading their own separate way.

Rey hadn't had time to walk more than maybe ten or fifteen meters when she got the feeling she was being watched. Turning back around she caught Gevin, having barely moved at all from his original position, giving her a look she didn't quite know how to describe. A tender longing perhaps? It was only there for barely a second, for as soon as they locked eyes it was gone and he seemed to freeze, almost as if she'd caught him doing something he knew he wasn't supposed to.

He gave a strained laugh and flashed her another of his stupid Calrissian-grins, but Rey couldn't help but notice that this one looked even more forced than usual. He then shot her a few finger-blasters—pew pew!—before bolting, running in the opposite direction of where she was heading, as fast as his skinny legs could carry him.

Rey watched Gevin's rapidly retreating back for a moment. She wondered what that was all about, but could do little more than give a small shrug and shake her head.

As Rey started making her way back towards the spot where she had parked her speeder, moving between the ramshackle buildings of canvas and rusted steel, she spared a look at the sun. She furrowed her brow a bit over the fact that it seemed to have barely moved since the time they'd entered the shed, and she made a few quick calculations in her head.

Her eyes widened a bit in surprise as she came to the startling realization that they couldn't have been in there for much more than fifteen minutes. Twenty tops.

Rey frowned as she looked at the bag she carried under her arm, ignoring the jangling of broken pieces of tech as she traced a thumb over the side pocket that contained her freshly earned portions. One and a half portions. That was more than she would be paid some days doing hours of back-breaking salvaging jobs, and she'd gotten them in less than half the time it took to walk a lap around Niima proper.

And all it took was a bit of petting and sucking some dick.

Rey sighed. She really didn't want to think about the implications of that. Yes, if she wanted to be able to work at her best tomorrow, then she obviously needed to eat, but she couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't just made a big mistake today that could lead her down a very slippery slope. Rummaging through old wrecks of starships for parts really wasn't the most glamorous life in the galaxy, but it was her life and a large part of her identity and self-image. She really had no plans of exchanging her title of "Rey the scavenger" to "Rey the whore" any time soon.

Rey shook her head, berating herself for her train of thought. What was done was done. She hadn't killed or robbed anyone, and there was no shame in using whatever means you had at your disposal to survive on such an inhospitable world, right? Besides, she may have opened the door for future sessions, as Gevin had put it, but nothing said she couldn't simply close that very same door at any time.

Then again, she thought, feeling a naughty thrill at the memory of Gevin's face contorted in pleasure, it had felt surprisingly good making someone else feel good. Seeing him look at her with wonder and awe as he lost himself to pleasure under her care. Listening to all the sounds he made as she brought him to the very heights of ecstasy.

The experience frankly still had Rey tingling in certain places, and there was a need, simmering just beneath the surface, that she would need to see to if she didn't want to spend half the night tossing and turning in her hammock. She felt her cheeks grow hot as flashes of what she'd just done played in her mind, accompanied by images and sensations of halformed fantasies both old and new. Never in a million years would she have ever thought that an encounter with Gevin of all people would have this effect on her.

Gevin.

Rey frowned as she thought about that look he had given her at the end. She hoped it didn't mean what she thought it meant. She could really do without that potential can of worms complicating her life.

Occupied by her troubled thoughts and conflicting feelings as she was, Rey wasn't really paying attention to where she was going. She was jolted back to the present after turning the corner of a tent building and suddenly found herself crossing someone's path. She managed to catch herself just at the last possible moment to avoid a full on collision, almost stumbling over her own feet before managing to quickly correct herself.

"Whoa, watch your step there, girlie," came their voice, deep and almost rumbling with the slightest hint of a hiss.

"Hey! Why don't you watch your own-!" Clutching her satchel close to her body Rey's voice had started out strong but quickly petered out when she swiveled around to face whoever she'd nearly crashed into. Or, to be more accurate, tried to face, for where most people would usually have their eyes the human girl instead only found a wide, masculine chest. The well defined pectorals were just barely contained by a plain grey shirt underneath a well worn jacket which had had its sleeves torn off, proudly displaying a pair of long, muscular arms. She slowly craned her neck upwards and with eyes wide her gaze swept over scaly skin, muted green in color, and took in what might have been the broadest shoulders she'd ever seen, easily bearing the carcass of the freshly killed thissermount calf draped across them. Looking on, Rey was met by the distinctly reptilian face of a Trandoshan, a pair of backwards facing hornlike protrutions lending his head an almost triangular look.

Unperturbed the Trandoshan casually raised his three fingered hands above his kill in a placating gesture. "Peace. Peace. No need to get testy," he chuckled, a deep and low sound that seemed to make the very air around them vibrate. "You alright there?" he asked, amber eyes with horizontally slitted pupils watching her with amusement, curiosity, and just the smallest hint of concern.

Boy, he really was a tall fellow, Rey thought, easily well above two meters at least if she had to take a guess. At 1,7 meters Rey wasn't exactly short for a human girl her age, but this guy made her feel positively tiny looking up at him. And those eyes! For the briefest of moments she felt herself actually going speechless as she lost herself gazing into those intense pools of gold before quickly snapping out of it, but made sure not to break eye contact—never show weakness on Jakku!

"Y-yeah. I'm fine," Rey said, tucking back a few loose strands of hair. Her eyes briefly flicked towards the rifle strapped to the Trandoshan's back, long barrel glinting in the slowly setting sun, and she felt herself stand a bit straighter and tried to act like her heart wasn't beating quicker than normal. "Sorry for snapping. You just...happened to catch me off guard, is all."

"Hey, no harm no foul," he said with a shrug, making the stubby legs of the thissermount jostle limply against his frame. He gave her a considering look. "You're Rey, right? One of the scavs working for Unkar Plutt? I've seen you around from time to time, but I don't believe I've had the pleasure of being introduced."

Rey blinked. "Yes, that's right," she said with a nod. "And you're...Sharp?"

"Well, I have my moments," the Trandoshan chuckled good-naturedly. "Shaarb," he corrected, giving her a lazy grin that showed off his fangs. "Shaarb Brenga."

"Shaarb," Rey repeated. "Right."

Shaarb Brenga. A fairly new inhabitant of Niima, having arrived at the outpost a little under a year ago. No one really knew where he came from or what his deal was, but with Niima being Niima the rumours and gossip surrounding him were not exactly in short supply, ranging the whole gamut from the very mundane to the highly fantastical. Some said he was a former bounty hunter who was tired of a life of danger; looking to settle down, others that he was simply scoping out the outpost for some nefarious purpose, and there was at least one who believed he was some disgraced and exiled prince.

Whatever the truth was, Shaarb seemed content keeping people guessing, mostly keeping to himself as he took up position as a hunter, prowling the wastes for game which he'd then sell on to the vendors. Whether Shaarb really was some old bounty hunter or not Rey couldn't say, but he certainly seemed to have the skills of one as what little else she did know about him was that on occasion he'd hire out his services to Constable Zuvio and the Niima Outpost Militia. He would help them track and hunt down lawbreakers that tried to escape what little justice there was to be found on Jakku, and by all accounts he certainly seemed highly competent at it.

"You heading home, Rey?" Shaarb asked as he languidly leaned back. His biceps bulged as he adjusted his grip on the dead animal across his shoulders, but didn't give even the slightest outward sign of discomfort at carrying what easily had to weigh at least sixty or seventy kilograms. He tilted his head lightly to the side as he peered down at her. "I heard Plutt just closed up shop, so I'd figured you'd be well on your way already."

"Y-yeah, just about to," Rey said, taking a small half-step back once she realized just how close they were standing. "I was just...spending some time with a friend."

Shaarb looked at her oddly for a moment, eyes giving her a quick once-over before seemingly noticing something on her face. A forked tongue flicked out of his wide, reptilian mouth to taste the air before quickly going back in again. His eyes widened for less than a second.

"Well, friends are nice to have," Shaarb chuckled as a sly, knowing grin formed on his face. "By the way, you, eh, have some..." He craned his neck and reached over his kill with one hand, meaningfully pointing a sharp claw at the edge of his mouth.

Arching an eyebrow in confusion Rey mirrored Shaarb and raised a hand to her mouth. Feeling her finger touch something sticky she frowned and wiped it off before bringing it before her eyes for a closer inspection. For a moment she simply looked down at the little droplet of white, sticky viscous fluid that stuck between her thumb and index finger, then her mind finally caught on and her face paled. Her head instantly shot back up and stared at Shaarb like a bloggin caught in the headlights. His yellow eyes glinted with amusement as he watched the young human girl.

"This isn't...! I wasn't...!" Rey sputtered, trying and failing to form coherent sentences. She desperately tried to come up with something, anything, that would convince the large Trandoshan that it was something else entirely than the thing it oh so obviously was.

Shaarb, the kriffing asshole, just threw his head back and laughed at her embarrassment. It was a deep and rumbling sound that seemed to reverberate through her very core, and Rey felt her stomach do a little flip against her will.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to laugh," he said, still chuckling to himself. "A word of advice, though; next time you see your 'friend', you may want to clean up better afterward. There are people who are a lot more loose-lipped than me."

Feeling her face burn with embarrassment Rey simply held her tongue. What was there even to say?

Shaarb turned himself around, rifle and the bound legs of the thissermount swinging with the motion, and started to walk away in the same direction he'd been heading before they bumped into each other. "Well, I need to go and drop this little guy off," he said, "but I'll see you around, Rey." With a final parting look over his shoulder, still grinning, he winked at her. "Have a good night now and try to not get into any trouble."

For a moment all Rey could do was simply stand there in silence and stare at Shaarb's back. She then quickly crouched down to wipe her fingers through the sand before sprinting the last of the way towards her speeder, all the while repeating a single four letter word over and over again in her mind. Once she reached her ride she quickly removed the wire that electrified it before jumping on. She scanned her thumb and hit the ignition, causing the twin engine to sputter to life and shot off towards the Goazon Badlands.

By the time Rey returned to the downed AT-AT that served as her home she'd somewhat managed to calm down and get her raging thoughts and emotions back under control. Keyword being somewhat. It would definitely be an understatement to say that she wasn't happy about the fact that someone seemed to have found out what she had done with Gevin so quickly, especially after having given the Twi'lek boy such a hard time about keeping the whole damn thing a secret in the first place.

Rey parked but made no move to get off her speeder. Clutching the handles in a vice-like grip, lips pressed together in a tight, thin line, she replayed the encounter over and over again. Seriously, the first kriffing person she bumped into just had to be a guy that belonged to a species that could probably sniff out a grain of salt in a hill of sand if they put their mind to it. The only bright side to the whole thing was that at the very least Shaarb didn't strike her as the gossiping type. Also, there really was no way for the Trandoshan to know that she'd been paid to do it. Hell, as far as he knew she probably just sucked dick for fun!

...

Rey closed her eyes. She breathed in deeply through her nose, then slowly leaned forward to press her forehead against the dashboard before letting out a long, keening groan into which she poured all her frustration and embarrassment.

Once she ran out of air Rey simply sat like that for a moment, the wind softly blowing across the sand being the only sound remaining. To her great surprise, that little act of providing an outlet for the many emotions swirling inside of her actually seemed to have really helped, giving her a cathartic release she hadn't known she needed, and she found herself able to think clearly again.

Rey sat up and sighed, gave a little nod to herself and slipped out of her seat before grabbing her stuff. What was done was done. It was out of her hands at this point, and all she could do was adapt and act accordingly.

Entering through the auxiliary hatch that served as her front door, Rey was finally home. Taking a brief moment to survey her humble domain, gaze wandering across her meager yet treasured belongings, her lips curled into a small smile. It may not be much but it was hers.

Rey started going through the same routine she'd done nearly every day for years now, moving almost as if on autopilot. She put her satchel down on her work bench to be seen to later, then unslung her gear, putting everything in its proper place. Two steps and a turn later she was in her "kitchen", turning a knob on her makeshift stove before going to the wall to add another mark to the tally as she waited for it to heat up. Scratch done Rey eyed the fresh little line, standing at the end of long, long lines of identical ones which soon threatened to cover the entirety of the wall. She gave a rueful smile, taking in all the days on display, then went to cook her food in silence.

With a cup of water and a tray of freshly made polystarch bread and veg-meat in her hands the young scavenger girl went outside, having decided to have her meal while enjoying the sunset. She sat down, crossed her legs and leaned her back against the top—or perhaps it was more appropriate to call it the back or spine—of the old walker, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

Well, today certainly had been eventful, Rey thought sardonically as she took her first bite out of the doughy bread. Imperial fare today, she noted idly as she started chewing the nearly tasteless food. Pure fuel for the body. She wished she could afford some spices to make it more palatable, but such luxury was beyond her.

It was surreal to think that the most savory thing she'd end up having today would turn out to be Gevin's load.

Rey stopped mid-chew as the thought came unbidden to her mind. She sat still for a moment before finally swallowing. She reached for her cup of water as her mind started replaying the rather...salacious activities she'd partaken in today.

She remembered the feeling of Gevin's hands as he fondled her breasts and the sensations they had awoken within her. The thrilling mix of nervousness and burgeoning excitement as she serviced his dick, familiarizing herself with every inch of it. The look on his face as it contracted in pleasure, and the taste of his seed as he spent himself in her mouth. She then thought of Shaarb; tall, muscular, confident, and with a voice that sent shivers down her spine. He had sussed out what she'd done right away. He must have pictured her doing it. On her knees and slobbering over some cock.

Did he picture her doing it with his?

By the time Rey finished her meal, having made sure to not let so much as a single crumb go to waste, the scavenger girl was fidgeting restlessly in place.

Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to turn in a bit early for the night. To lay down in her hammock, pull down her panties and let her fingers do a bit of spelunking. To help her alleviate this urgent pressure she was feeling. It had definitely been a while since last time, and fixing her satchel could wait until tomorrow morning.

With the tray under her arm Rey cast a final look over her shoulder. She watched Jakku's sun dip below the horizon, wondering what tomorrow would bring.