[for ben]

[strongerthanblood]

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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[weakandfoolish]

"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.

[strongerthanblood]

"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."

[weakandfoolish]

"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.

[strongerthanblood]

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"