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Rey Skywalker ([personal profile] strongerthanblood) wrote2020-03-14 03:55 pm
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[for ben]

She can't sleep.

For hours, she's tried but something is keeping her awake, some gnawing thing that she can't seem to identify. She gets up to make tea, padding silently through her too big apartment in a pajama set that felt had like a particularly decadent purchase, a soft pink silk tank with thin straps and matching shorts.

Boy shorts, the sales woman had called them. They don't look like anything she's ever seen a boy wear, but she didn't argue. She had thought the set was pretty, and she keeps telling herself that it's okay to get something just because it was pretty. And if a part of the reason she gets it is because maybe she'd like someone else to see it someday, well, she doesn't think on it too hard.

After drinking a cup of tea and doing a little reading, she tries again to go to sleep, but it's futile. She feels too warm, stretched out on one side of the bed with a sheet draped across her legs, and she closes her eyes again to avoid staring up at the ceiling.

She feels so restless, and she allows herself to wonder what Ben is doing, if he's tossing and turning like she is. She thinks of him so often, in a multitude of ways, but right now she thinks of him fondly, wondering what he might look like when he sleeps.

Rey is so busy wondering, in fact, that she doesn't even notice when the mattress subtly dips with added weight.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-15 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"There won't be," he promised, rolling with her without missing a single beat, the two of them moving as one, as they always had. In his mind, he moved with purposeful confidence, but uncharacteristically, he was unable to get his body to fully comply. Instead, his hands trembled as he moved down her body, mouth open against the swell of her breast as he hooked his fingers in the elastic of her shorts and eased them down.

He felt clumsy, boyish, something he'd hated as a child, but somehow, didn't seem so awful now.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-15 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
For a moment, the feedback loop of their pleasure overwhelmed him completely. He froze, panting against the underside of her ribs. Pushing himself up onto one arm, he helped push the last of their clothes out of the way, rumbling out a low laugh as they rushed to kick them to the floor.

The room was dark, but the light from the streetlamps outside cast her in a relief of glowing skin and shadows, and there was a familiarly spirited tilt to her smile. She wasn't afraid of him, or of this.

Setting a hand against the inside of her thigh, he spread her knees open, looking down upon her with an intensity that many found unnerving. "Do you ever touch yourself?" He asked, his tone matter of fact, as if approaching a puzzle to solve. He could look for the answer himself, and she would let him, but he wanted to hear her say it.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-15 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes," he echoed, his mouth quirking into a faint smile, "More often, since I came here."

In the glow of the bathroom light, he could see the dark smattering of her freckles, the coarse hair between her thighs, a healing scrape on one of her knees.

"Show me?" He asked, and the request served to purposes: He wanted to see her, to watch her give herself pleasure, but he also needed a bit of instruction. While he wasn't completely without knowledge, the fact of the matter was that he had no idea what he was doing.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-15 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
What was left of his fragile control shattered, and he let out a strangled groan, his forehead dropping to rest against her own as he took a moment to catch his breath. His length, painfully hard, nudged against the crease of her hip.

Looking down between their bodies, he let his hand join hers, breathing deeply as he pressed the heel of his palm against the back of her hand, feeling the press of her hips as she rutted against the added friction.

He felt a rush of guilt, of regret, that he couldn't say the same. Before, he hadn't let it occur to him. For all his talk about the two of them being destined to be one, he had assumed their bond would be one of power and politics, and anything more he might've wanted was a product of his weakness. Now, in Darrow, he hadn't allowed himself to think of her, because it seemed a violation. He'd demanded so much from her, and killing his selfish fantasies of what she ought to be to him felt like the only way to put Kylo Ren to rest, once and for all.

But she was here now, asking, giving permission, and he was weak. But he thought, maybe, there were certain weaknesses worth nurturing.

His breath hitching, he found that he was able to slide a finger into her alongside her own, and he mimicked the movement of her hand, curling that long finger upward, deeper than she was able to manage on her own. "Let me," he asked breathlessly, and there was a base messiness to the act he'd never considered. The Jedi were not meant to give in to physical desires, and he understood for the first time how easily one might become obsessed with such things.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-15 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"You need to tell me what you want," he admitted in a rush, his lips against the curve of her cheek. While he knew, the truth of it raging between them without a word needing to be spoken, it wasn't something he could take without first being asked.

"Tell me," he breathed, pleading desperately. Let me.

The back of his thumb brushed against the tight bundle of flesh he'd watched her touch moments before, and she jolted, her eyes wide and shining. He shifted the angle of his wrist, giving her more friction to press against.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-15 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Mouth parted, he took her instructions dutifully, propped up on one arm and seated nearly on his haunches as he watched his finger disappear inside of her, easier with each slide.

He was struck by the strange newness of the moment, the absurd normality of it, and he caught her eyes, a bright, crooked grin flickering across his face.

"Now neither of us are sleeping," he said, tentatively playful, even as he slid a second finger into her, just as she'd asked.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-16 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Her hips bucked, causing his hard length to slide along the crease of her thigh and he choked out a strangled gasp of his own. At her dazed exclamation, he laughed breathlessly, fondly, the pads of his fingers pressing upward against that place within her that seemed to set her alight.

"That's what this is about. Long fingers and a better angle," he observed wryly, grinning as he pressed in deeper, the pad of his thumb pressing against the tight, swollen bundle of nerves.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-16 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
His focus narrowed sharply to the smallest details, the reedy sound of her voice, the way her thighs trembled, the blunt press of her nails into his biceps, and the heady smell of her. Everything seemed to wind tighter and tighter, hanging for a long, still moment on the edge of a precipice, before he was able to watch her unravel there before his eyes.

He could feel it, too. The crest of her pleasure, washing over her again and again. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he fought suddenly against his own orgasm, his length jolting impatiently in the palm of her hand.

She was obscenely wet, his fingers sliding from her with an audible squelch. He wanted to bury his face there, to taste her— wanted it with such clarity that he knew she would be able to see it, in his mind. He groaned, hips twitching desperately, his slick hand moving to grip the sheets at her hip.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-16 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Heaving himself off of her, he crawled lower on the bed, realizing vaguely that the two of them had sprawled diagonally across the mattress. "I don't know how much longer I can keep this up," he admitted with a boyish laugh, muffled against her hip, and slid his fingers into her again, this time to help work her open. Two, at first, then, as he kissed the inside of her thigh, a third, keeping them tucked in together to ease the press of them. This was the first time he felt any real resistance, and he moved slowly, methodically, and just as he felt her tense with discomfort, he buried his face between her legs, his mouth closing over her clitoris.

The taste of her was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Unpleasant, he thought, if it had been anyone but her. In fact, the idea of doing this with anyone else seemed utterly ludicrous.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-16 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, all right," he said, as if playfully indulging her impatience, and not equally desperate. Shifting away from her, he wipe the back of his hand across his mouth. He was still a bit taken aback by the smaller, awkward details of the way their bodies worked, and by how the messy complications of sex, which had always seemed more trouble than they were worth, seemed only to urge him on.

Crawling up her body, he found her looking wild and flushed, smiling with so much abandon and trust.

Taking himself in hand, he ducked down to kiss her as he rubbed the head of his length against the slick folds of her, his hips rolling tentatively to press inside. Logically, he knew that they had tumbled into this a bit too quickly. There were perhaps things they needed to say. But he felt in his heart that they understood one another. There were no secrets left, no miscommunications, no uncertainties.

He moved slowly, carefully, listening to her, feeling her, letting his mind flow into hers. No walls or pretenses left between them.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-16 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Breathe.

Repeated to himself, like a mantra. Breathe. Don't lose focus... Don't lose control... Breathe.

She was impossibly tight and searingly hot around him, her legs locked like a vice around his hips, her hands clutching at his shoulders with such strength that he might've noticed a bit of discomfort if not for... everything else. She sobbed and he choked out a sound of his own, panting almost frantically against the curve of her jaw.

Swallowing thickly, he nodded, a choked sound catching in the back of his throat. When he was sure he could breathe again, he lifted his head, touching her face with hands that felt clumsy, his fingers slipping through her hair. He gave her a watery smile, unable to find the words to tell her how it felt, but he knew he didn't have to. She felt it, too.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-03-16 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Only able to nod, Ben turned to kiss the palm of her hand, his breath stuttering in his chest as his hips gave their first tentative roll. With a low whine, he bottomed out again, and again, moving slowly, feeling the way she clenched around him, every gasp and every flinch, and adjusting accordingly.

"You didn't belong with me, Rey," he whispered into the shell of her ear. "You never did. I belonged with you. Always."

Before he'd known her, before she'd been born into existence, their fates were intertwined. But he's gotten it all wrong: She'd never been destined to rule at his side. He was destined to stand by hers.

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