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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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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."

"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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