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.

Threaded | Flat

Ben's days were quiet, idle, full of indecision and an a growing sense of listlessness. Over the last seven years, he'd had a driving purpose, but now, he needed to find a new one. What that purpose might be, without Palpatine whispering in his ear, without the world pulling him in one direction of the other, he could not know for sure. It was frustrating, and troublesome, but that evening, he turned his focus on making dinner, shutting out the disquiet of his own mind just just a few hours of peace.

What troubled him the most, perhaps, was that he missed her. She was there, always, the presence of her felt like a tug behind his breastbone, but still, he missed her.

Drawing in a steeling breath, he watched his ham and cheese sandwich brown in the pan on the stove in front of him, spatula poised to turn the bread over, when—

Suddenly, she was there, leaning against the counter, dripping wet and touching herself. He blinked at her, spatula awkwardly in one hand. Though he stood in his kitchen, he could feel the warm water bouncing off of her skin. A drop landed on the back of his bare foot with an audible pap.

"Rey."

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