strongerthanblood | [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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Her body convulsed through another orgasm, the walls of her body clamping tight around his fingers, her muscles strung tense like a bow. If he hadn't been able to feel it himself, he might've mistaken the contortions of her face for pain, and the way she squirmed for discomfort. Instead, he braced himself through the echoed wave of her pleasure, his cock leaking messily on the sheets, his nose flaring as he dragged in slow, purposeful breaths.

"I can do that," he promised breathlessly, pressing a warm, open mouthed kiss to the juncture of her thigh. Spreading the folds of her with his thumb, he gently circled at her clit, his fingers stilling within her while he gave her a moment to cool down. Pulling them slowly free, his fingertips pruned by how wet she was, he ducked down to lick her open, his touch gentle and curious.

He'd had time to learn her, but he was still enamored by all her complexities, by the ways her body was different from his own. The ways her pleasure took him by surprise. Sealing his mouth over her, he suckled gently, his hands brushing soothingly over her trembling thighs.

Finally, he sat back, urging her further up the bed and settling on his haunches between her spread thighs. Pulling her into the cradle of his lap, he took hold of the base of his cock, rubbing the head along her slick folds before pressing into her to the hilt with one roll of his hips. He stayed that way for a long moment, motionless, feeling the echo of her heartbeat, watching her sprawled out on the sheets beneath him.

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He would do that. They may still bicker and snap at each other in a way Rey hopes will never change, but Rey knows that he would do anything for her if she asked.

Rey is not the first person to wield power over Ben Solo, but she will be the first person to never abuse it. He is safe with her, just as she is with him, and she radiates this feeling through the bond even as she whimpers at his gentle touch, feeling every brush of his fingers and tongue like a shock wave.

By the time he slides back into her, Rey has relaxed enough that she no longer feels quite as frenzied. Ben stays buried inside of her and she looks up at him with a clear, reverent gaze, reaching up to palm the side of his face with every ounce of tenderness that she feels for him.

This is intimacy unlike anything she's ever known, and she lets out a shuddering breath as their hearts pound in tandem. They are of one heart, one mind, and one soul. And now they are of one body, locked together in this sweaty, sticky embrace as he takes up all the empty space inside of her.

It feels a little like she might cry, so she lifts her head to lick his nose instead, and then the corner of his mouth, just before sealing their lips together in a soft kiss.

"Go slow," she murmurs quietly, letting out another soft whimper as he rolls his hips. "I want to keep you inside of me for as long as I can."

Braced over her, he nodded wordlessly, licking gently at her parted lips, their kiss slow and languish as he rolled his hips slowly. He gripped her thighs, thrusting in deep, purposefully, muscles straining. Finally, he shifted over her, rolling them both onto their sides. The angle wasn't quite as deep, but this way, they could relax, they could hold onto each other. They could make it last.

Lifting a hand to her face, he brushed away the sweaty strands of her hair clinging to her forehead and cheeks, his thumb brushing along the curve of her cheek.

One corner of his mouth lifted in a small, private smile, and the ache in his chest belonged to her as much as it did to himself.

As much as she enjoys the sight of Ben on top of her, it's even better in this new position. She lifts her leg to drape it over his thigh, opening herself wider as she rocks into him.

After three orgasms she feels a bit hazy, not tired but content. Her entire body buzzes with pleasure and for a moment she wonders if she might be taking something from Ben with her demands of a change of pace after she was so thoroughly ravished, but he doesn't look as if he has any complaints.

"We're like animals," she says quietly, almost whispering even though they're alone. A warm, teasing smile graces her face and she leans in to kiss him again, whimpering softly as the angle changes and he nudges into her a little deeper. "Can't keep our paws off of each other."

She peppers his face with gentle kisses, letting her mouth linger on the spot where she flayed his skin open. It seems like eons ago now, and she drags the tip of her tongue along his cheek before kissing his eyelid, and then the curve of his heavy brow, holding onto him as she does.

"I'm not sure the animals enjoy each other this much," he teased, chuckling softly against her cheek. His broad palm traced along the curve of her spine, learning the shape of her, gripping her hips, her strong thighs, his fingertip tracing along the crease between her cheeks. He cupped her breasts, thumb tweaking her nipples, his palm sliding over the flat of her belly. Angling her hips, he thrust into her again at that deeper angle, eyes searching her face, taking in every micro-reaction and filing it away.

"We'll have to stop eventually," he decided, smiling warmly, his nose brushing her own.

"I'm not sure I've ever enjoyed anything this much," she says warmly, smiling softly as his large hand explores her body like he's trying to memorize every curve of it, every freckle and every scar. It feels like worship, and she can't tear her gaze away from his face.

Ben moves her where she wants her and in any other activity she might grouse about it, but not with this. He seems to know her body better than she does, and she gasps out in pleasure as he sinks into her just a little harder.

"Maybe so," she admits, smiling coyly at him before rolling him onto his back so she can sit astride his hips. If he knows her body then she knows his, and she clenches around his cock a few times before starting to roll her hips, both hands braced on his broad chest as she stares down at him. "But that just means that we get to do it again, and again."

Her movements speed up a little, and she gasps as she leans down to kiss him again, hair falling down around her face like a curtain as she meets his eyes. Her toes curl with pleasure but she's wholly focused on him and his pleasure now, working him towards an orgasm with a smile on her face. "Because I am never letting you go, Ben Solo."

"Good, that was the plan," he admitted breathlessly, gripping her hips as he bent his knees, heels digging into the mattress as he thrust up into her, the banter falling away as the room filled with by sounds of their labored breathing and their bodies meeting.

Pushing a hand through her hair, he curled his hand along the side of her neck, holding onto her as she worked him towards orgasm. His smile became a grimace, a low whine caught in his throat, and finally he came with a hoarse cry, his eyes wild and wide and seeing only her.

Normally Rey doesn't actively peek into Ben's mind. With their bond as strong as it is, she doesn't need to pry deeper to know what he's feeling. Right now she peers in as soon as she senses that he's close, because Rey absolutely loves how it feels when he comes.

There are a few moments of blissful stillness, everything going quiet except for an overwhelming burst of pleasure. She takes part in it with him and tosses her head back when his pleasure tips over the edge once more. Both of them stay like that, crying out and panting through a shared orgasm.

It's something like euphoria, and she has no idea how it lasts, the two of them there, feeding off of each other, but eventually Rey sags against him with a whimper. Her thighs tremble as she gasps for air against his neck, wanting nothing more than his strong arms around her. "Ben"

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