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[for ben]

When Rey first arrived in Darrow, she had been a bit overwhelmed by all the amenities suddenly at her disposal. Running water was what confounded her the most, because it stunned her to see something so precious just always there, whenever she wanted it. For the first few days, she was careful to waste as little as possible, but as time passed she eased up bit by bit, until a quick shower stopped making her feel guilty.

This shower, the one she's taking now, isn't quick. She had worked in the junk yard all day, tearing apart a car and putting it back together entirely by hand, under the watchful eye of the owner. He had seemed impressed, and begrudgingly offered her use of the space as long as she paid for the entrance fee and any parts she broke.

The day's events had left her dirty and sore, so she takes her time in the shower, washing herself clean and letting the hot water loosen her muscles. The more she relaxes, the more her thoughts start to drift. And they drift, as they so often do, to Ben.

She hasn't seen him over the past few days, as busy as she's been with her study of mechanics, and she misses him. He's there, in this city and in her mind, but she misses him still. Right now, specifically, she misses his mouth. It's practically sinful, that mouth, and Rey leans back against the cool tile, letting her eyes fall shut as her hand slides down her flat stomach, drifting lower and lower.

Touching herself doesn't hold quite the same appeal now that she knows what it's like to have Ben touch her, but maybe it is because of that knowledge that heat flares between her legs more often than it ever has. Rey didn't have time for such trivial things on Jakku, but know she does. Now she knows.

So she lets her fingers drift down between her legs, letting out a soft sigh as she thinks of him. The other half of her dyad. The other part of her, and his beautiful, beautiful mouth.

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His hands found her hips, the swell of them beneath a waist narrow enough that he could nearly span in entirely between the circle of his fingers. Tipping up his chin, he met her eyes, his expression clear and unguarded.

His nose brushed hers, feeling the flutter of her breath against his lips, dragging the moment out until it was sweet and aching. When his lips pressed against hers, it was soft, shallow, a tender acceptance that this was inevitable from the moment she'd first appeared in his kitchen.

Their eyes meet and Rey's breath hitches slightly, because the emotion swirling in Ben's is always just a little overwhelming. No one has ever looked at her like he has. Other then letting her thumbs brush along his jaw, Rey stays still and lets Ben come to her.

Despite the declarations they've made to each other, Ben still seems a bit hesitant with this. He always lets her be the one to initiate things, and surely some of it is a show of respect but perhaps it's also that he thinks he can only have what she will give him, like even that is too much.

She wants him to know that he can reach for her if he needs her, or even only wants her, and that it's okay. He's allowed to have her, and sugar in his coffee, and soft blankets. He can kiss her whenever he wants.

Their mouths meet and Rey's chest aches at how sweet it is, and she sinks her fingers into his soft hair as she relaxes against him, letting her contentment and eagerness radiate through their bond. They swap long, languid kisses until Rey's lungs burn and she pulls back to smile at him.

He's so good at kissing her. It isn't like either of them have experience to go on, but it isn't that he's good at kissing. He's good at kissing her, and she brings their mouths together again before dipping her head to kiss along his jaw, swollen lips brushing his ear. "Can I stay the night?"

Edited 2020-04-26 03:16 (UTC)

"As much as I was enjoying the solitude," he said wryly, his thumb smudging across her swollen lips, "You'll ruin my night, if you don't."

He slipped a hand beneath her shirt, palm against her spine, feeling the way her ribs expanded with each breath. He matched each breath with his own, his nose brushing her cheek, feeling her through every cell in his body.

“We wouldn’t want that,” Rey replies, smiling against the pad of his thumb. She unzips her sweatshirt and wriggles out of it, tossing it aside before leaning in for another kiss. His hand slides further up the thin tank she’s wearing, and she pulls back enough to tug Ben’s shirt over his head, baring all that pale skin to her.

Their chests rise and fall in unison and Rey smiles against his jaw, taking a moment to revel in this outstanding togetherness, and how they slot together so seamlessly. Rey doesn’t think that she could ever truly get used to it, even as familiar as it is becoming. It will always invoke a sense of wonder.

Her mouth finds the top of his shoulder as she presses his thighs apart so that she can sink gracefully to her knees on the floor, resting her chin on his knee and looking up at him with a soft, open expression. “I want to try something.”

Ben knew exactly what she meant to do, because her mind was filled with it. Her nervousness, her determination, the same stubborn, single-mindedness that he'd found both infuriating and desperately intriguing.

"Alright," he said, one corner of his mouth twitching faintly. "Don't let me stop you."

He appeared calm, outwardly unaffected, but when he swallowed, his throat gave an audible click, his mouth suddenly dry, sweating palms coming to rest atop his own thighs.

"Don't get too excited," Rey quips, smiling up at him as she reaches for the button of his jeans. She's teasing, of course, because she can feel the tremble of his nerves. Her smile softens as she opens his pants and tugs his underwear down, feeling her cheeks flush as she curls her fingers around his thickening shaft.

She watched videos of people doing this on her phone, mostly so she would know how, and she didn't really find any enjoyment in watching other people do it. But now that she's here on her knees, her anticipation rises.

"I want to make you feel good," she assures him, meeting his eyes and nodding a little as she leans in to press a kiss to the head of his cock, gently sliding the foreskin down with her fingers as she strokes him with her other hand. "You'll have to tell me you like."

"I'm not sure it's possible for you to do something I don't like," he admitted, his hand lifting to her hair, fingers curling reflexively against the back of her skull, cradling her more than guiding.

Truthfully, he didn't know the first thing about what he might want from this. He was learning, just as much as she was, and it seemed, for the moment, that she had the upper hand.

He ought to have been used to it by now.

"You say that now," Rey says teasingly, giving his hard length a pointed look. His fingers slip into her hair and she hums encouragingly as she licks at him again. The taste is bitter but not entirely unpleasant, and she takes a breath before letting him slide into her mouth and across her tongue.

Her lips stretch around his girth and she curls her hand around the base of him, and after a few clumsy attempts she's able to work up a steady rhythm, her fist rising up to meet her lips, over and over.

There's an ache in her knees but it's easy to ignore when she can feel the echo of Ben's pleasure between her own legs. She must be doing something right, and a small sense of pride wells up inside of her as she looks up at his face. She likes being good at things, and she likes the way he fills up her mouth. Most of all, he likes the look on his face, almost like he's stunned.

Rey likes all of this, because it's him.

"This isn't going to prove me wrong," he countered breathlessly, watching her for as long as he possibly could before letting his head fall back against the sofa with a shuddering sigh.

He let himself drift in the feedback loop of her pleasure, her pride, every spark of desire met by his own. He swallowed with an audible click, his thumb tracing the seam of her lips stretched around his length.

"It's too much," he gasped, but he did nothing to push her away, instead clutching at her a little tighter, his hips twitching restlessly.

Rey slows but does not stop, because she knows exactly what he means. The first time he put his mouth between her legs, she had felt like she was going to explode into a cloud of stars, like she would just burn away. By now they've come together like this enough times that, while she still feels woefully inexperienced, she knows that this moment is the precursor to something amazing.

Breathe through it, she says to him, speaking with her mind so she doesn't have to take her mouth off of him, looking up at him with dark, wide eyes. She sucks at him a little harder, humming around the length of him as she works him over that edge. You can spend in my mouth, it's okay. I want you to.

It took little more than that, her words more a feeling than something audible. His eyes never left her face, one hand fumbling at his side while the other curved as gently as he could manage at the base of her skull.

It was like the pull of the tide, unstoppable and all-consuming, a wordless cry stifled behind clinched teeth.

He gave himself only a moment or two to catch his breath before he was on her, urging her to her feet and fumbling at the fastenings of her waistband. He mouthed at her belly, just beneath her navel, ducking to suck a kiss at the point of her hipbone as he tugged her clothes down around her thighs.

His thighs tense up under Rey's hands and for a brief flash she wonders if maybe she's done something wrong, but then Ben makes this muffled sound and pulses against her tongue. It's enough to surprise her but she suckles at him, cheeks flushing hot as she swallows around him.

Rey lets him slip from her swollen mouth and she moves to rise to her feet with every intention of joining him on the sofa, but instead he grabs at her hips and she gasps softly as he tugs her forward, putting her where he wants her.

Usually Ben lets her take the lead with these encounters, which she appreciates, but she can't deny the flare of heat she feels between her legs as he pulls down her leggings and underwear to leave her bare.

It wasn't meant to be transactional, what she did, but she knows that isn't what this is. Ben is drawing her in close and sucking a bruise into her skin because he wants to, and she lets out a quiet whimper before pulling her top over her head and tossing it aside so she can bury her fingers in his hair, waiting to see what he'll do.

She wants to say something, to encourage him, but all she can do is breathe out his name and let him feel how much she desires him, all of him, for better or worse.

Working her pants down to the floor, Ben all but lifted her to lay her out, his mouth on her before her back even hit the sofa cushions. There was no cause for hurry, but he was, as always, swept up in the crackling energy of her— in the power surging through her, in mirror of his own, as much as her body.

He licked her open, the folds of her already slick and swollen, her clit pulsing against his tongue. With her knees pressed up towards her chest, she was spread open obscenely. He thought of her standing in his kitchen, naked and glistening, her fingers curled deeply inside of herself. His cock gave a weak twitch.

He wanted to push himself inside of her, any way that he could. To crawl inside of her skin. To be there, with her, in whatever way she would allow.

There has never been a moment where Rey was unaware of Ben's strength. From the moment she first saw him, he made an imposing figure. She has seen that strength on display time and time again but here and now, her breath still hitches as he lifts her so easily, as if she weighs nothing at all.

The moment his mouth touches her, she lets out a loud cry and slaps her hand over her mouth. This is what she was thinking about in the shower but her imagination pales in comparison to the real thing. His strong hands slide up the backs of her thighs and she thinks that maybe she should feel some ounce of shame but she doesn't, she can't, because the slick press of Ben's tongue inside of her is all she can bring herself to care about.

Her legs are spread open, all of her most intimate parts on display for him, and there is nothing she wouldn't do in this moment to have more of him. She understands now why the Jedi would have forbade this. She feels like she would tear down mountains just to have him inside of her.

"Ben," she breathes out, pulling her hand away from her face as she looks down at him, toes curling as his dark eyes meet hers. Her hands hook under her own knees so she can hold herself open for him, utterly shameless as pleasure rockets up her spine. There is no need to pretend that this isn't exactly what she wants, not with him.

She sees into his mind and she nods jerkily, chest heaving as she stares at him. That is where I want you, she thinks, because she can't seem to say anything that isn't his name. With me, inside me, always.

Edited 2020-05-15 04:24 (UTC)

Palming at his cock, he licked at her hungrily, until she was messy and trembling, waiting waiting for the first sparks of her orgasm before crawling up her body to press into her to the hilt. He was still only half hard as she clinched around him, his breath hot and labored in the curve of her throat.

He stayed that way for a long moment, boosted above her on one elbow with his hand wedge between them, his thumb working relentlessly at her clit.

Lost as she is in her pleasure, Ben sliding into her takes Rey by surprise. It's a welcomed one, of course, and her legs shake as she curls them around his waist. It's so much all at once, his cock spearing her open, his body pressing into hers as his clever fingers work between her legs.

Her orgasm overtakes her completely, leaving her mind blissfully blank as she cries out in pleasure, heedless of his neighbors, unaware of anything in existence that isn't Ben inside of her, surrounding her. Her thighs quiver as she arches up against him, whimpering through the aftershocks as his thumb slides wetly across her pulsing clit. One hand slides into Ben's hair and she holds onto him like he is the only thing anchoring her to the earth, because in this moment she thinks that he might as well be.

"You know I am yours," she gasps out, because this time he did not hesitate. He took her with purpose, sliding in to the hilt without hesitation, and she moans again as his cock thickens inside of her, taking up every bit of space she has to give. She wants to feel him there inside of her, even after they part. "Ben, show me that you know."

"You wouldn't let me forget," he murmured, teasing gently even as he rolled his hips into her, his touch drifting away from between her legs for the moment.

"I'm yours," he murmured, and it wasn't so much a correction as it was an affirmation. They belonged to each other equally. No matter how hard he'd once tried, there could be nothing but balance, between them.

"Not ever," she confirms. Without his hand on her clitoris, Rey feels like she can take a breath. The pleasure spreads through her body like a wave and she digs her fingertips into his back, staring up at him as she keeps her knees drawn up.

"I know." He thrusts into her deeply and she whimpers, squeezing him tighter as she rolls her hips to meet his thrusts as best she can. "I thought I knew what I was looking for all that time. I was wrong. It was you, Ben."

She stares up into Ben's dark eyes and bites back a cry when his next thrust hits a spot inside of her that makes her vision white out. "It was always going to be you."

Ben shuddered, unable to answer her with words, but she would know... She had to know. She would be able to feel his thoughts, the same as he could feel hers. Her longing and her confusion and all her insecurities, and the way she'd found herself, and found him in the process.

Moving above her, within her, he gasped in echo to her cries, feeling the same spark of pleasure in tandem with her own.

"I know," he murmured, "I know." They knew one another. The ugly parts, which she'd tried to hide, and the good, which he'd tried to snuff out for so long.

They move to something beyond words after that, with Rey clutching at him and gasping at each deep thrust. It feels like he's taking her apart piece by piece, like she's unraveling beneath him, but she isn't afraid. Of all the things to be afraid of, he isn't one of them anymore.

Distantly, she's aware that this is something otherwordly, something exclusive to them and the rarity of their bond. It isn't just their bodies connecting but their minds, flayed wide open for each other to see. Their hearts, broken many times over and hastily stitched back together, beat in tandem.

His pleasure is her pleasure, and she cries out as she feels it all-- a throbbing between her legs and somewhere deep in her belly. She can't even tell what's hers and what's his, not anymore. Ben's hips roll in such a way that she can't help but to whimper, trembling all over as she cups his face in both hands and stares up at him in awe, lips parted as she takes ragged breaths.

Trembling with the effort to stave off his orgasm, Ben stilled above her, teeth gritting as he focused on the way her body clinched and fluttered around him. Blowing out an unsteady breath, he braced himself above her, looking down between their bodies, his breath hitched as he caught sight of his cock sliding into her, keeping the pace agonizingly slow. Because he wanted it to last. Because he wanted to torture them both, in the best possible way.

He was enthralled by her body, pulling out of her so that he could watch the way the slick channel of her cunt gaped open for a moment before clenching tight in his absence. His cock leaked against the inside of her thigh, swollen and impatient. They were lewd, wanting creatures, slaves to their bodies in ways that the jedi were taught to abandon, but now that he'd had her... now that they'd had each other, he couldn't imagine turning back.

"Come here," he murmured, moving to sit on the sofa with her astride his lap again, wanting her above him.

The keening sound of protest Rey lets out when Ben leaves her body may have made her embarrassed, were she in any condition to feel shame. She had been so close and now her cunt clenches down greedily around nothing, aching once more to be filled.

He moves away from her and she watches the muscles shift under his skin as he settles back against the sofa. His gentle command makes something inside of her clench, clit throbbing as she drags herself up onto her knees.

Ben’s cock stands up away from his body, flushed and thick and shining from the slick her body made to make room for him. There is the slightest curve to it, so that he presses up against that spot in her body that only he can reach. Perhaps they really were made for each other, crafted to fit each other like puzzle pieces slotting into place.

Her gaze is hungry when she straddles his lap, but he did leave her there on the precipice of climax, trembling and crying out like a needy little thing, and he must answer for that. Instead of sinking down onto his cock, she settles herself on his lap and slides forward until his shaft can sit nestled between her slick folds. Rey looks down to watch, placing her palm against the base of his cock to hold it there as she rocks her hips, seeking friction while he’s kept so close to where he wants to be. The head of his cock is flushed a dark red, foreskin pulled tight around it as pearly slick beads at the tip. Rey’s whole body clenches with desire at the sight of it, mouth watering as her cunt pulses with need, right up against his thick cock.

This is what he has reduced her to, and she can’t seem to find any reason to complain.

His shaft drags against her swollen clit and she moans, low and breathy, as she watches Ben watch her. He has always looked at her like she mattered, always, but the way that he’s looking at her now makes her feel invincible. She bites her lip and lets her head fall back, putting her breasts near his face as she continues to rock against him with breathy moans, teasing them both.

His mouth slack and his eyes dark, Ben leaned back against the lumpy cushions of the couch, his grip tight at her hips as she dragged her slick cunt against him shamelessly. He wanted to be in her again— with his cock, his fingers. Two, or maybe three, curled in deep, massaging the swollen upper wall of her body until she was a wet, trembling mess. The thought of it was there on the surface of his mind, shockingly vivid and beseeching.

"Rey," he panted, one hand sliding over the swell of her ass, further down until he could curl the tips of his fingers into her from behind.

Rey could not claim ignorance to the power she wields over Ben Solo. Even before, when he was still so firmly entrenched in darkness, she knew that she had his attention, whether it be good or bad. This is something else entirely. His dark eyes are trained on her with an intensity that makes her shiver, and Rey never wants him to look away.

She sees herself in his mind, crying out in pleasure as he stuffs her full, and the image of it makes her gasp, because she wants it too. There isn’t a single place on her, or inside of her, that she wouldn’t let him touch, and she makes it well known in her thoughts.

He breathes out her name like a prayer, and she whimpers as his fingers press into her. The pads of them catch at her entrance, dragging her open before they slide deeper inside, and her eyes flutter shut at the rush of sensation.

“I want you to,” she breathes out, mirroring the image of her in her own mind, spread out while Ben makes himself at home between her legs, spreading her open on his fingers and working her with his tongue. Rising up onto her knees, she takes Ben’s cock in hand, curling over him as she nudges the thick head against her entrance. One of his fingers is still there, curled into her almost possessively, but she can’t wait any longer. She sinks down onto him anyway and cries out at the stretch, burying her face against his neck as she settles down fully into his lap, so full she can barely breathe. “I want you to make a mess of me. The way you make me feel, Ben, I— I have never wanted anything as much as I want you.”

A sharp hiss catching behind clinched teeth, Ben's heels dug into the carpet as he used the leverage to thrust into her, feeling the bass drum of his own heartbeat along the finger trapped inside of her. The angle was uncomfortable, but he kept that finger curled deep inside, wedged between his cock and her body, hips rolling as he stretched her open.

"Bring yourself there. I know you can," he murmured, egging her own with a teasing squeeze of her ass, urging her to use him however she pleased.

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