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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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"Hey," she echoes, smiling as he drags her in. Seeing him like this makes her chest feel like it's expanding, like her heart is growing bigger to make room for all that she feels for him.

Rey leans in to kiss him, slow and lingering, and then presses against his shoulder so that he rolls onto his back. Rising up onto her knees, she swings one leg over him and settles back against his thighs, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she looks down at him.

"I want to touch you, but I didn't want to do it while you were asleep," she admits, leaning forward to rest her hands on his hips. "Can I touch you, Ben?"

Rolling over onto his back with a soft groan, Ben stretched both arms over his head, working an ache from his shoulder. It was a good ache— an ache from a long, deep sleep, after an eventful evening.

"You're already touching me," he murmured wryly, dropping his arms and letting his big hands settle at her waist. Catching her eyes, he nodded, almost imperceptibly. His cock, lying flaccid against his thigh, twitched with interest.

Rey watches the long stretch of his body with keen interest, lips parting at the flex of all that muscle She lets out a huff of amusement at the comment and gives his hip a little pinch as he reaches for her. His hands settle on her narrow waist and she hums, smiling softly as he nods.

Leaning forward, she places her hands on his chest and drags them downward, over his nipples and down his stomach, tracing the thin line of coarse hair below his navel. Sitting back up, she considers his cock for a moment before reaching down to gently curl her fingers around it.

Feeling it start to stiffen in her grip makes her feel powerful, and she feels an answering clench between her legs as she gives him a clumsy stroke. He gets harder, and bigger and bigger, and Rey’s eyes go dark as she uses her other hand to rest her thumb against the pink head of it once it peeks out of the foreskin. Curiously, gently, she slides his foreskin down and circles the head with her thumb, completely entranced as a bead of pearly fluid forms at the slit. She gathers it on her thumb and brings it to her mouth, watching his face as her tongue sneaks out to taste it. Bitter, earthy, Ben.

That was an all together different kind of touch, and Ben drew in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering at the first, tentative stroke. She watched him with rapt attention, touched him with single-minded curiosity, and he'd never felt so exposed or so wanted. It was an entirely new kind of power, the vulnerability of it startling and exhilarating in a way he never would've dreamed of.

While she touched him, he explored her in kind, one hand sliding up to cup one of her breasts, while the other dipped lower between her legs, his thumb finding the little bud of nerves that had made her gasp the night before.

As Ben’s hands reach for her body, Rey slides herself a little further up his thighs to give him better access, offering herself up easily. His touch is the spark to the flame, and her whole body feels alight as his clever fingers dip between her legs.

She does gasp for him, a high feminine sound, mouth falling open as he sends sparks of pleasure along her body. The length of him now juts out proudly from his body and Rey swallows hard, feeling her cheeks flush as she reaches below his hand to slide her fingers along her wet folds, gathering that wetness before wrapping her hand around Ben’s shaft with a little more purpose.

Both of her fists fit around him, she discovers, panting a little as she slides them up and down in unison. “I can’t believe this fit inside me.”

"You were very determined," he said warmly, though his composure cracked the moment she reached between her own legs, her fingers disappearing inside of herself and coming away slick.

It occurred to him, as it had the night before, that she was violating the Jedi Code in doing this with him— a code established countless generations before them, but a code with flaws even Master Skywalker had been unable to ignore. They would need to talk about it, he knew, but for the moment, he was content to remain blissfully oblivious to the consequences of their choices, however inevitable those choices might have been.

"I promised you something, last night," he reminded her, a faint smirk on his lips.

“Bless my stubbornness,” she says with an easy grin, stroking him a few more times before letting her hands fall away. Rey really has no idea what she’s doing, but just going along with what feels good seems to be working so far.

She wriggles forward until the thick shaft of his cock can slide up between her labia, already swollen and pink with need as she tugs his hand away. It’s easy as anything to rock against him, whimpering at the drag of him over her clitoris, that greedy little bundle of nerves.

When he speaks, Rey pauses the languid roll of her hips and looks at him curiously. They said a lot of things last night, so she dips into the surface of his mind and lets out a needy whimper at what she sees there, reaching up to pinch at one of her stiff nipples.

“You did,” she breathes out, eyes dark as she smiles down at him. “Are you a man of your word, Ben Solo?”

"We'll see," he said, the length of his cock slipping against her as they rocked together, his thumb working in tight circles against her clitoris.

"Come here," he said, both command and request, a flicker of uncertainty behind his eyes as he urged her to move up his body to sit astride his shoulders.

At first, she doesn’t quite understand his meaning. She had imagined lying on her back as she had the night before, but once she realizes how he wants her, she can’t help the shudder that rolls through her.

Rising up onto her knees, she moves further up his body, chest heaving as she settles her ass against his chest, thighs spread wide around his shoulders. As eager as she is, she doesn’t miss the look on his face, like he’s a little unsure.

Before he can do anything, she reaches down to cup his cheek with one hand, swallowing hard as her other hand sinks into his hair. “Do you want this, Ben? I want only what you want to give me, nothing more.”

Whatever uncertainty he felt was only out of fear that she might not want the same. Quickly, he realized how foolish that was.

"I'll give you anything. Everything," he promised, taking her by the hips and urging her up onto her knees. So close, he was overwhelmed by the smell of her, musky and warm and intoxicating. Taking one of her hands in his own, he moved it to the headboard, encouraging her to hold on as he pressed an open-mouth kiss to the crease of her thigh.

Before she could could say anything more, he turned to lick the seam of her body, his tongue dipping between her folds, the tip of it stroking across the tight bud of her clitoris. Holding her still, he licked her again, and again, working on a deep, primal instinct with only the fierce burn of their bond to guide him. Feeling the twitch of her hips within his grasp, he loosened his hold on her, letting her grind her hips against him as he plunged his tongue deeper into her body.

Relief quickly surges through her and she nods, promising him the same even though she can’t make her mouth form the words. Her fingers curl around the headboard and she keeps her other fingers buried in his hair, crying out in surprise at just how good it feels to have him press his mouth to her.

Ben approaches everything he does with such intense focus, and this is the same. The curl of his tongue inside of her is devastating, leaving her wrecked as she trembles in his grasp, mouth open as she looks down to watch. She finds him staring back up at her with those gorgeous, dark eyes of his and she feels a little like she might just shake apart from how good it feels. She could quickly become addicted to this, she thinks.

“That’s perfect,” she gasps out, because it’s true and she wants to shower him with praise, to reward him for treating her so well. Her hips rock gently down against his mouth and she whimpers at the eager press of his tongue, feeling his nose slot up next to her clitoris. She can’t seem to tear her eyes away from his and she presses her hand to his forehead, smoothing his hair back and digging her fingers into it to guide his tongue back to her pulsing clitoris, crying out sharply as his full lips close around her aching flesh. “Yes, yes, Ben. Right there, please. You feel so good.”

Closing his mouth around that swollen bit of flesh, he sucked at her firmly, backing off whenever he got the feeling that it might be too much. Gently angling her hips, he worked a hand under her, two of his long fingers sliding into her with such ease that he was unable to stifle a groan. Curling those fingers inside of her, he pumped them relentlessly, taking his cue not only from the expression on her face, but from the way her energy seemed to crackle around them.

She was restless, squirming atop him, her toes curling in the sheets, and he encouraged every moment of it, his body trembling and his lungs burning with the effort to hold off on his own pleasure.

Rey did not know that such pleasure was even possible. She could never have dreamed feeling like this, and it is so far beyond her comprehension that all she can do is moan, over and over, his name and deep, guttural sounds as she rocks between his mouth and his fingers, two burning spots of fire.

He seems to know exactly what to do to her body and the pleasure nearly takes her when she realizes that he knows. Ben can feel her, can study her, and use it for what a part of Rey hopes is his new purpose in life.

Ben has used his mouth as a weapon before, and this feels nearly as dangerous but not because it hurts her, but because she could see herself getting lost in this, growing blind to everything that isn’t him.

By now she knows that when she reaches the dizzying height of her pleasure, when her body seizes up like it just can’t handle anything more, that she needs to not fight it. Her thighs clench tightly against the sides of Ben’s head and she slams one palm against the wall, crying out his name as her orgasm hits her.

Their bond is wide open and crackling with energy, and Rey lets him feel it as she clenches down around his fingers, making a mess of him as her thighs tremble around him. She stares down at him, dazed and wide-eyed, before finally sitting back against his chest so that he has room to breathe.

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Unsure of whether the dizziness he felt was hers or his own, Ben lay there panting for a long moment, staring up at her with eyes wide and full of wonder. His hands slid reverently up her thighs, his touch affectionate and soothing, his mind awash with nothing but the raw buzz of her power crackling between them.

Finally, he drew in a breath, and rolling her carefully onto her back, he settled between her knees, his cock nudging against her. With his forehead resting against hers, he caught her eyes, asking wordlessly for her permission.

She is still trembling as Ben moves her, letting him take all of her weight against his broad hands as she’s settled back onto the bed. When he leans over her, his chin is glossy with her slick, catching the light that filters in through the window.

Dazedly, she lifts her hand to touch his mouth, spreading that wetness along his jaw and down his throat, resting her hand against his pulse. Her other hand goes to his flank and she nods at him with an open-mouthed grin, slowly drawing her knees up to make more room for him, eager to have him inside of her.

Take me, she thinks.

At the sound of her voice echoing inside his head, Ben let out a wavering groan, one of relief and bewilderment in equal measure. His mind had been littered with voices that were not his own for so long, but never had one of them been so welcome.

Gripping himself in one hand, he sank into her in one long, steady stroke, her body adjusting to him with little resistance. Panting against her cheek, he boosted himself up on one arm, his other hand gripping at her knee, holding her open as he began rolling his hips into her own.

He could sense the thoughts on the surface of her mind, curious and single-minded in her desire, and he smiled warmly. "We'll have to leave this bed eventually."

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The second time that he enters her is better than the first, because he slides all the way in and there is no pain, only him nudging up at someplace deep inside of her. She raises one arm so that she can wrap her fingers around Ben’s forearm, keening softly as he starts to move.

He’s so deep that she’s almost surprised when she puts her hand low on her stomach and can’t feel him there. He’s taking up so much room, leaving her full and breathless, and her mind empties of everything but the pleasure soaring through her.

This is her meditation. This is everything.

“Never,” she shoots back, grinning up at him as she moves her hand down his back, gripping at the swell of one cheek to pull him in closer. When she leans up to kiss him, she can taste herself on his tongue. It only stokes the possessive urge she feels, and she whimpers into his mouth as she clings to him.

"You really are this stubborn about everything, aren't you," he teased, nudging his nose against hers as he returned her smile. Drawing up one of his knees, he was able to shift their hips, allowing for a deeper stroke, his cock sliding nearly out of her before plunging back in to the hilt.

His hope was that this encounter, unlike the night before, wouldn't be quite so embarrassingly brief.

“Obviously.” Her teeth find his bottom lip, nipping softly before he shifts their position. She would be hard pressed to admit it, but she likes the way he can drag her body where he wants it. Maybe it’s because she that, if she wanted, she could do the same to him.

She presses up onto one elbow underneath him and moans as he thrusts so deeply, hard enough that her breasts bounce in time as she stares up at him with an expression of absolute awe.

Her body clenches down around him and she can feel how much he likes it, so she does it again, angling her hips in the way that makes his pleasure spike the most. She’s aware of every bit of him, and she lets her head tip back when his cock hits that spot inside of her that makes her shake, moaning out his name like a prayer.

Logically, he knew that eventually the fire of this would burn lower, and they would be able to focus on other things. They would, eventually, be able to look at the world outside of one another. But for now, that seemed unfathomable. Their bodies were made for one another, and all that time spent at odds could only be remedied by this... By giving into this, giving in to her.

He was struck by the animal nature of this, the selfishness of their obsession with one another, the very antithesis of what the Jedi demanded of them. Neither of them had ever excelled at following rules, and perhaps it was arrogance, believing that they had the capacity to change things, but he had to believe— he had to hope that they were choosing each other for the right reasons.

She moaned with abandon, her teeth clenched, looking upon him with the same ferocity she'd shown on the wave-swept ruins of the Death Star. Feeling lost in a frenzy, he drew himself up onto his haunches, pulling her into the cradle of his hips, his hand sliding from her flank to touch her where she was still so wet and swollen.

Ben drags her in by the hips, speared across his thighs, and in this position Rey can do little but lie back and take it. She does just that, throwing her arms up over her head as she stares up at him, knowing her body is completely on display in the glowing sunlight. Every freckle, every scar.

A filthy curse bursts out of her at that confident press of his fingers. She’s sensitive almost to the point of soreness but it doesn’t matter, because she wants more. Rey thought she knew true hunger but she had no idea, not until this. Not until Ben.

This time her orgasm seems to take her by surprise, and she cries out sharply as she throws her hand out and halts the motion of his fingers with the Force, because it’s too much and she’s gushing wetly against his palm while gasping out his name.

Her whole body trembles with the aftershocks and she releases the hold on his fingers after pulling them away from where she’s most sensitive. Gulping for breath, she heaves herself up until she can wrap her arms around him, nestled perfectly in his lap as his cock sinks in as deeply as he can go, filling her entirely as she clutches at him.

She let out a startled shriek and as she stopped the movement of his fingers, which slipped in the sudden flood of her slick, enough to dampen the sheets beneath them, there was a wild moment where he worried that he'd done something wrong. Breathing raggedly, she heaved herself upright, her arms around him, and he let out a helpless moan as his thrusts slowed, giving both of them a moment to recover.

"Rey?" His tone was a soft and wavering supplication. "Should we stop?"

“No, no,” she assures him breathlessly, laughing softly at her own eagerness as she presses a kiss to his jaw. It’s easy for her to sense how difficult it is to restrain himself but he does it for her, and she shares her warm rush of affection.

“That was amazing, Ben. You’re amazing.” She rests an elbow on his shoulder so she can curl a hand around the top of his head, clutching at his soft hair as she rises up onto her knees. “You just made me feel a little too good, just for a second.”

After another breath, she finds the strength to start moving her hips up and down, dragging up the length of him and clenching around the head before sinking back down. She uses her grip on his hair to gently tug him back enough for her to kiss him, messy and off-center. “I want to make you feel like that, Ben. I want to make you feel so good.”

Echoing her laughter, Ben slid an arm behind her back, a soft gasp catching in his throat as she tugged his head back, her lips finding his in a messy kiss.

"You do," he promised, panting into her mouth. "You are."

Burying a hand in her hair, he broke their kiss only to look at her, his thumb tracing the faint scar on her cheek, eyes cataloging the little details he'd never been close enough to notice, until now.

It didn't last long, after that. When he came, it was with a strangled cry of her name, his gaze never leaving her own.

“Good.” Rey feels pinned under his gaze, but more than that she feels seen. Ben knows her, inside and out, and maybe if they had just discovered this sooner they could have saved so much time—

He goes tense around her, inside of her, and Rey cups his cheeks as he comes, looking him in the eye as her mouth falls open on a gasp. She can feel the echo of his pleasure and it makes her hips jerk as she stills in his lap.

“Ben, you’re so—“ There is no word for what she feels, so she kisses him instead, fingers sliding into his hair as collapses against him. “You fit so perfectly. Of course you do, don’t you? Of course.”

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