[for ben]

[strongerthanblood]

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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[weakandfoolish]

"You tend to be very forthcoming with your feelings," he pointed out, allowing himself a wider smile.

Watching her arch shamelessly under his touch, he said, "Case in point."

[strongerthanblood]

"Simple pleasures, Ben." She grins up at him and bites her lip as his hand trails over the bumps of her ribs. Perhaps she is still a little too skinny, but being in Darrow is helping with that. One good thing about Darrow is that there is no shortage of food.

The other, best thing is right here, smiling down at her and covering her body with his hand, and she takes his wrist to slide his fingers back up until he's cupping her breast, covering it entirely.

"I also really liked what you did with your mouth," she admits, cheeks flushing the slightest bit as she turns back in towards him.

[weakandfoolish]

"So did I," he admitted, grinning boyishly as he rolled his hips. His body ached to the point of overstimulation, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Rolling them again, until she was under him, he slid a hand under her body, lifting her and moving to right them both on the bed. With her head on the pillows, he rolled off of her, finally pulling out of her with a soft hiss at the loss.

"We'll do it again," he promised, "after we sleep."

[strongerthanblood]

It isn't as if she didn't know how strong Ben is, especially after feeling all those muscles work under her hands, but it still makes her flutter around him where he still rests there, soft and intimate, as he lifts her so easily.

She can't help but to let out a quiet whimper when he slips out of her, but she is instantly soothed by the promise of more. But mostly, she thinks, but the idea of a night spent in his arms.

Ben had been a main player in her thoughts even before she gained those memories and knew what it felt like to be held by him, but once she found out just how right it felt, she's only craved more of it.

"If we must," she breathes out, lifting her head to press a kiss to the bridge of his nose, and then the tip of it, and then his swollen mouth. She wants him to know so much tenderness.

[weakandfoolish]

"I'll still be here in the morning," he promised, finding her hand with his and pressing them together, palm to palm. His long fingers threaded with her own, the gesture intimate and familiar.

He'd never slept with anyone else in the bed. Not since he was a child. Now, whatever strangeness he might've felt was fully outweighed by how badly he wanted it. Wanted her.

Reaching down towards the tangle of sheets at the foot of the bed, he drew them up over them, smirking a bit as he tucked them up around her chest.

[strongerthanblood]

“It’s a whole night of firsts,” she says with a bit of wonder in her tone, looking at their joined hands with the same sense of awe. She’s never slept next to anyone, at least not since she was a small child, and she can’t quite seem to hide her eagerness to do just that.

He covers her up and she laughs fondly, lifting the sheet under they’re pressed together front to front, and she can slide one leg between his thighs as she tucks her face under his chin.

“Ben, I—“ She trails off because there don’t seem to be words strong enough for how she feels, so she just pushes her fondness out to him, letting him feel just now content she is to be here with him. “Goodnight, Ben.”