Awareness comes to Rey slowly, and the first thing that really registers is blessed warmth. She always feels a little cold here, after so long spent adapting to the desert, so she sinks into that warmth gratefully.
And then she realizes that she is curled up to Ben's side, in her bed, and everything that happened the previous night comes rushing back. There is surprise, but no regrets. No shame whatsoever. In fact, she smiles as she feels the pleasant ache between her legs, and pushes herself up onto one arm so she can look down at him.
The morning sunlight spills into her room and lets her see him in a way that she couldn't the night before, and she greedily takes in the sight of his face, lax with sleep. She was right; he does look almost like just a boy, soft and unburdened.
Her eager gaze trails over the long column of his throat, over his broad chest and small, tight nipples, leaning over to press a soft kiss just below one. Giving the sheet just one little tug reveals his-- his cock, impressive even while flaccid and nestled in a thatch of dark curls. It's the first time she's really gotten a good look at it and she lifts her hand to reach out and touch, but she pauses.
She actually feels a little ashamed to be doing this while he's asleep, because so much has been taken from Ben. So many people used him, and Rey doesn't want to be yet another person who takes without asking.
"Ben," she breathes out quietly, leaning over him and letting her fingers trail along his chin, slightly darkened with stubble growth. "Will you wake up for me?"
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And then she realizes that she is curled up to Ben's side, in her bed, and everything that happened the previous night comes rushing back. There is surprise, but no regrets. No shame whatsoever. In fact, she smiles as she feels the pleasant ache between her legs, and pushes herself up onto one arm so she can look down at him.
The morning sunlight spills into her room and lets her see him in a way that she couldn't the night before, and she greedily takes in the sight of his face, lax with sleep. She was right; he does look almost like just a boy, soft and unburdened.
Her eager gaze trails over the long column of his throat, over his broad chest and small, tight nipples, leaning over to press a soft kiss just below one. Giving the sheet just one little tug reveals his-- his cock, impressive even while flaccid and nestled in a thatch of dark curls. It's the first time she's really gotten a good look at it and she lifts her hand to reach out and touch, but she pauses.
She actually feels a little ashamed to be doing this while he's asleep, because so much has been taken from Ben. So many people used him, and Rey doesn't want to be yet another person who takes without asking.
"Ben," she breathes out quietly, leaning over him and letting her fingers trail along his chin, slightly darkened with stubble growth. "Will you wake up for me?"