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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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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.

“Of course I can, but what if I want you to do it?” She can’t help but to be mouthy, even now, even as she gasps when he thrusts up into her. Her hand flies up to his face, touching his cheek before it slides up onto his thick hair.

It’s with this grip that she guides his head to her chest, feeding a nipple between his lips because she can’t quite find the words to ask, even now. It’s easier to just put him where she wants him, gasping at that extra bit of stimulation as she bounces on his cock. She angled her hips so that he hits right up against that spot deep inside of her, crying out loudly as pleasure roars through her body.

By the time her free hand slides down to touch her aching clit, she is nearly out of her mind with pleasure, lost to the animal nature of it as the slight stubble on Ben’s chin drags across the petal soft skin of her breasts. It only takes a moment before her body goes tense in Ben’s grasp and she cries out his name, gushing against their hands as her vision goes white.

The orgasm keeps going and going and she feels wild with it, clenching at Ben’s hair as she trembles in his lap, still seated fully on his cock and twitching around the width of it.

“Is that what you wanted?” She means to sound smug but her voice comes out high and stuttered as she slides her hand down from her clit to where she’s stretched open around him, fingers rubbing at the base of his cock. He’s still so hard inside of her as she sits there unmoving in his lap, cunt fluttering around him and gripping him tightly. “Or was there more?”

"There's always more, isn't there?" He teased, panting against her chest, tongue sweeping out to taste the salt of her sweat.

He could've come, right then. Could've given himself over to it, but instead, he clenched his teeth and breathed through it, grateful for all those hours of meditation.

With an arm locked around her waist, he levered himself off of the couch, hooking his free hand under one of her knees to keep her legs wrapped around his hips, her body held aloft and his cock still inside of her. The trip down the hall and into the bedroom was a clumsy, lumbering one, laughter muffled in the curve of her neck as he playfully, unceremoniously dumped her onto the bed.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured against the inside of her thigh, three fingers sliding into her with no resistance at all. With this angle, he was able to use the strength of his forearm to thrust into her, rocking his wrist upward, the flat of his fingertips pressing firmly against that spot deep inside of her. Keeping his cheek resting against his thigh, he watched her-- the way her cunt clenched around his fingers, the way her belly trembled, the way her breasts heaved with each breath.

He lifts her up as if she weighs nothing and Rey has never felt delicate, not once in her life, and she isn’t sure that delicate is how she feels now, either. Ben carries her and she clings to him, heart expanding in her chest at the sound of his laughter and the way it feels against her skin.

She doesn’t feel delicate as he carries her. More like safe. Happy.

Her mouth finds the curve of his cheekbone just as he tosses her onto the bed and she laughs as she bounces, sliding her hands along the soft sheets as her thighs fall open. She expects him to slide his cock back into her, to spill deep inside of her, but instead she gets his thick fingers pressing her open with barely any warning at all.

Ben Solo has many, many talents. He’s good at all sorts of useful, important things that under normal circumstances would be ranked much higher, but right now Rey thinks that this is what he’s best at. His hands are a gift, and he has put them to good use.

Her hand flies to his hair as he fucks her with his hand, thrusting his fingers in hard enough to make her hips jolt, and the sound that tears out of her mouth when he crooks his fingers so expertly is unrecognizable. Another orgasm tears through her and she cries out his name, arching her back as her body tries to curl in on itself, but Ben doesn’t let it.

It’s almost too much. Almost, but not enough to stop. There are tears in her eyes but they aren’t from sadness or pain. They’re from something she can’t quite seem to put a name to, but it stems from the trust she has in him. She is panting a shaking, squirming as she digs her fingers into his hair, but she doesn’t want to stop. She trusts him to help her find the limits of what her body can do, and she cries out his name as she pushes all of this at him.

Not just the pleasure, but also the trust she feels. Radiant happiness that still feels new and unfamiliar where it sits just under her rib cage. She lets him feel it all, and hopes it makes up for how she has her fingers twisted in his hair.

“You’ll have to tend to me tomorrow,” she gasps out, finally loosening her fingers from her hair enough to curl them behind his ear instead. “When I can no longer walk.”

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.

Edited 2020-06-06 00:33 (UTC)

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."

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