Oh yes, she felt that, and felt it was starting to grow. It wouldn't be surprising to learn that Poe was a passionate lover. As much as he liked to rush things, he didn't rush love making, not unless the evening called for it. She'd get there soon enough. For now she was happy to simply be with them.

"I'd like that. I'm not a great cook, but I know what I'm doing--more or less. We could learn together." There were still a few things that she didn't know how to do, but it was all about experimenting and adding the right combination of flavors.

"I think some time alone would be fine. Shouldn't take more than hour to find what I'd need. If.." her gaze turned to Poe. "You wouldn't mind making the stairs for me to come and go." Because she honestly didn't know how she'd leave honestly. An hour for her to find what she'd need, and Poe could make time flow slowly here, enough time for him and Finn to do as they wished...

And fuck, her eyes drifted down to Poe's lips, wanting to feel them on her skin again. Fuck, damnit, bad mind! Bad Rey! She ducked her head slightly and began to climb out of bed to grab her clothes from her bag.

"Whatever you two decide will be fine, honest!"