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Rey Skywalker ([personal profile] strongerthanblood) wrote2020-03-31 05:48 pm
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[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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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-06-05 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-06-05 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-06-06 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
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)
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-06-06 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-06-06 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] weakandfoolish 2020-06-06 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"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.