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While out doing her normal grocery shopping, Rey buys a bottle of whiskey. She isn't even sure what compels her to do it, because she has never had a drop of alcohol before in her life.

She knows, in theory, what alcohol can do to a person. Never once in her life has she felt like she was safe enough to let her guard down like that.

Until now, apparently.

After dropping the rest of her things off at her apartment, Rey takes the bottle and heads instead for the Falcon. It's a beautiful night for a walk, so she takes her time with it. As she does, she amuses herself by sending subtle hints to Ben through the bond, trying to send him the urge to follow her without actually asking outright.

When she reaches the massive ship, she heads for the booth. On the table their last game of Dejarik sits unfinished, and Rey smiles to herself as she sets the bottle down next to it.

It's your move.

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"Do you want me to teach you calligraphy?" He inquired playfully, returning her smile with a crooked one of his own.

"It's been a while, but I do have impressive penmanship," he teased, allowing himself to think back on his training, his years as a padawan, and the simple pleasure he took in some of the Jedi's more monotonous traditions. He'd often complained about the more domestic, meditative aspects of the Jedi teachings, but since leaving the temple, he found that he often missed them.

"I-- that's a trick question," she says with a laugh, tracing the curve of his bottom lip with the pad of her thumb. "Of course I want you to teach me. My penmanship is awful."

Another time, she would happily sit at Ben's side and watch him write, but right now she wants something else, so after a moment she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it aside, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her flush spreads down her chest, because she still feels such a thrill at him looking at her this way, seeing parts of her that no one else ever has. "But maybe later?"

"Okay," he agreed, his hands at her waist, his mouth pressed to the valley between her breasts. Each time they did this, he watched her uncertainty and her anxiety fall away, her skin flushed pink with the nerves of someone unused to leaving themselves vulnerable.

"I'll teach you whatever you want," he admitted, which was its own kind of nakedness. He wanted her to know all the things he knew, and he wanted to learn everything there was to know about her.

When his mouth presses to her skin, Rey's breath hitches and she watches him with a heavy-lidded gaze, letting her hands cradle his face as his brad hands nearly span her entire waist.

"Everything," she murmurs, nodding a little as she sinks down to straddle his lap. The action makes his hands slide up her sides, along her narrow waist and over the span of her ribs, raising goosebumps along her skin.

"I want to know everything." She smiles and leans in to press a soft kiss to his mouth, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth as she curls her hands loosely around his forearms.

"Even my knowledge has its limits," he said wryly, with a smile that was perhaps more pained than it ought to have been, given their current position. Once, he would have stopped at nothing to be the most powerful being in the galaxy, strength and knowledge of the Force unmatched. He'd been foolish to think it possible, and now, wanted nothing of such lofty ambitions. Instead, all he cared to be was her equal.

Their kiss was shallow at first, even tentative, but soon, he lost himself to her, as he always did. Pushing her gently onto the cushions they'd arranged, he crawled over her, careful not to crowd her, his hands mapping out her body beneath him.

"As does mine, but you can have it all." Rey knows that Ben's knowledge outshines her own on a variety of topics, but he doesn't make her feel inferior. Instead he teaches her things and answers her questions patiently, like he has all the time in the world when it comes to her.

He kisses her deeply and she moans softly into his mouth, stretching out on the cushions once he lays her down. He's so big, covering her body entirely with his own, but she doesn't feel caged in, not even in the small space. Her world has narrowed down to this bunk, to him on top of her making her arch up into his warm hands.

"You know how to make me feel good," she assures him, pressing kisses to his mouth as she opens her thighs to make room for him. She doesn't just mean like this, even though he does know how to make her body sing. His hand travels over her breast and she gasps, squirming slightly in her eagerness. "All the time, not-- not just like this."

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Ben hummed softly, hoping she knew that he felt the same. He'd nearly forgotten what it was like, to find pleasure in anything, and she made it all seem so effortless.

Dropping his face to the slope of her neck, he kissed along her throat, his tongue dipping into the hollow between her collar bones, his mouth tracing the line of freckles he found there.

By the end of this evening, he wanted to have tasted every inch of her. They had time, and he was in no hurry.

Before Ben was suddenly thrust into her life, Rey had no idea how it felt to be the center of someone’s attention. Now she knows, and sometimes it almost feels like too much, like she doesn’t know what to do with it all, even if she never wants it to stop.

Now, with the liquor coursing through her and Ben’s mouth on her skin, there is nowhere else in the universe she would rather be. The touch of his tongue draws a quiet whimper from her throat, and she lets her hands glide along his flanks and up under his arms, dipping into his shirt to touch the hair there with her thumbs before her hands curve around his broad shoulders.

Her thighs clench at his proximity, but Ben isn’t in a rush and neither is she. Her eyes fall closed as she tips her head back, sliding her hands down his back to hook her fingers in his shirt and drag it up so she can get her hands on bare skin. “Will you take this off? Your skin is so soft.”

Reaching back to grip the collar of his shirt, he tugged it over his head, tossing it haphazardly to the floor, where it would soon disappear among the scattered cushions.

He caught her mouth again, settling over her until their bare chests brushed, goosebumps flaring out across his shoulders. Pulling away from her mouth, he made his way down her torso, stopping here and there to taste. The peak of her nipples, the divot of her sternum, deviating for a long moment just to give due attention to a cluster of freckles beneath her ribs.

She was not perfect. She had scars, here and there, moles and freckles and signs of a hard life on an unforgiving planet. It was those imperfections — the ways she grated his nerves, the ways she challenged him, the ways she outmatched him — that kept him so fascinated.

Every single time they come together like this, Rey is stunned by the pleasure she feels. It's not a thing she'll ever get used to. How could she, when every touch of his mouth feels like something that should be committed to memory? Nothing has ever felt like his, and it isn't just the way his tongue flicking across her nipple makes her throb between her legs.

It's way he makes her feel so wanted. All she ever wished for was to be wanted, and now she is in ways she never could have imagined. Never in her life has she felt so secure in where she belongs, or so hopeful for the future.

She props herself up onto her elbows before she can do something silly like cry, and looks down to see his lips pressed to a long, silvery scar that cuts across her hip.

"I got that in my eleventh year. Pure clumsiness," she tells him as she reaches out to push his hair back so that it doesn't hang in his face. "Caught my hip on a jagged edge while clearing out an old AT-AT."

"Hm," he murmured, and with only a slight push, he could see her, in that moment. The softer, roundness of her young face, twisted into an angry grimace of pain, frustrated by the inconvenience. Smiling faintly, he let her see a brief moment of his own childhood, slicing his knuckle as he worked on the control panels of an old X-wing ship.

"We're all foolish as children, I suppose," he murmured, smiling against the flat of her belly.

Rey's eyes sting at that shared memory, and she scrunches up her nose as she takes in his lanky form and rounded ears, face set in determination. She blinks and the image is gone, replaced with Ben's face pressed to her belly.

"You're right. And far too eager." She wriggles against the cushions, shifting until the waistband of her leggings is down below her navel. "Good thing we grew out of that, right?"

Rey beams down at him and tugs playfully at his earlobe.

Ben chuckled, curling his fingers in the waistband of her leggings and tugging them down slowly, the elastic cutting across her strong thighs. He kissed the point of her hipbone, crease of her thigh, the trembling swell of her belly beneath her navel.

"Are you goading me?" He teased, fingers brushing along the swell of her buttocks, her legs, the soles of her feet, as he stripped her of her last bit of clothing.

The sight of him dragging her leggings down is erotic, which is a word that didn't exist in her vocabulary before Ben came along. He lifts her hips to make it easier for him, and then settles back against the cushions.

Her thighs fall apart and she lets out a trembling breath as she looks down at him, feeling her lips curve into a sly smile.

"I would never," she breathes out, chest heaving as she bends her knee to rest the arch of her foot against his shoulder, pushing him back without any real effort.

"Never," Ben echoed flatly, "Then, I'm not sure we've met. The girl I know would, and has."

His palm slid over the arch of her foot, holding it there against his chest as he leaned forwards, her knee bending further as he loomed over her.

"Often. And happily."

"She sounds like a very special girl," Rey replies, feeling her cheeks flush as he moves over her, pushing her leg up until she has to hook it over his shoulder. The position lifts her hips and spreads her open, revealing the evidence of her arousal.

"And what if I were goading you, Ben Solo?" There is heat in her gaze as she meets his eyes with an open-mouthed smile. "What would you do then?"

"Oh, she is," he teased, turning to press a kiss to her calf, his hands tracing the curve of her tips.

"I'd be foolish to give you what you want, don't you think?" He bent over her, kissing her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, never staying in one place for long.

“Is it not what we both want?” She lets out a soft gasp as he pushes her leg up until her knee is nearly touching her shoulder, and then another when his bare stomach presses against the apex of her thighs.

“What is it that you want, Ben?” Rey keeps herself propped up on one elbow, watching as his soft lips press to the slight curve of her breast. Her other hand sinks into his thick hair, and she lets out a quiet whimper as she does her best to keep from rocking her hips up against him. “Because right now I might just be inclined to give it to you.”

"I want this," he murmured, more honest than their banter required, his cheek resting against her chest. "Only this."

The details mattered little. With the pretense and the lies stripped away, she'd already given him everything he wanted.

Smirking faintly against the underside of her breast, he added, "I wanted to taste you. To see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop."

He looked up at her, his eyes smiling. "Are you inclined to give me that?"

“You have it,” she says easily, swallowing hard as her fingers glide across his cheek. “You’ll always have it.”

She lets out a shuddering breath at the swell of emotion he’s invoked, and when she sees his mouth turn up into a sly grin, she steals herself for what comes after. It isn’t enough because the words still send a shock of pleasure right thought the core of her, and her thighs quiver just at the thought of his mouth between her legs.

“Well, it is a lot to ask of me,” she tells him, barely stifling a grin as she touches her fingertips to his lips. “But I suppose I could do that for you.”

Rey feels emboldened by the lewd way he spoke, and she flushes as she gives her own response. “As long as you come inside of me after you’ve had your fill.”

Huffing out a startled laugh, Ben nodded, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to her belly, hands pressing her thighs open.

He let out a steadying breath, his chin ducked as he looked down at her, one hand sliding between her legs and gently spreading her open. She was already wet, his thumb sliding over the tight bud of her clitoris, his mouth dry as he watched the channel of her body clench in anticipation. He breathed across her skin, a warm flutter of air, his cheek nuzzling at the crease of her thigh.

“You think you can make me beg?” She had intended to keep up their banter, but her voice trembles and her breath hitches at the first touch of his fingers. In this, she cannot pretend to be unaffected.

Rey pushes herself up onto her hands so she can watch, knees bending as she lets her thighs fall open. The most intimate moments of her life have all been shared with him, and this is no different. His dark hair spills across the pale inside of her thigh, a place untouched by the sun, and she lets out a soft gasp as his fingers dip into her folds and come away shiny and wet.

“I think about this all the time,” she admits breathlessly, staring down at him as her belly tenses. “Maybe I shouldn’t, but I do. Your mouth—“ A flush runs down to her breasts, and she puts her hand in his hair as she resists the urge to use that hold to drag him where she wants him.

"I've driven you to distraction," he teased, touching her again, the rough pad of his thumb pressing gently against that tight knot of nerves. Finally, he lowered his mouth to her, hands moving to her hips as he went about doing exactly what he'd promised.

She was, as always, achingly responsive, her pleasure rolling through him as if it were his own. He worked at her first with his tongue, her slick folds searingly hot and flushed, her hips moving with abandon. Pressing his tongue deep inside of her, he let her rut against the bridge of his nose, driving into her until his lungs protested and he had to come up for air.

“You did that before you ever put your mouth on me,” she assures him, because he always occupied a portion of her thoughts. Then she’s rendered incapable of speech, only able to moan as he grips her hips. Rey knows that she could break the hold if she wanted, but she likes the weight of his big hands there.

Ben kisses her cunt like he sometimes kisses her mouth, licking his way inside like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted. She watches because she cannot look away, locking her elbow to keep herself propped up as her fingers twist in his hair. His tongue presses deep inside of her, his tongue, while the bridge of his nose rubs against her swollen clitoris. His dark eyes flick up to meet her gaze and Rey moans out his name as the image sears itself into her memory.

Her whole body trembles and she already feels the pleasure building inside of her, nearly reaching a peak, but then Ben pulls away and Rey lets out a desperate cry, tugging at his hair as her chest heaves. The bottom half of his face is wet with the slick she’s made, and she lets go of his hair to touch his swollen mouth instead, tracing his bottom lip with her finger before lifting it to her mouth to taste herself. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s doing only once her cheeks hollow around her finger, and she releases the digit with a pop.

“I was nearly there,” she tells him, squirming against his grip before dropping her hand to rub at her aching clitoris. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to beg for you, Ben?”

"Calm down, I'm not stopping," he insisted, batting her hand away and sliding two fingers into her, hooking them upward at the same time he sealed his mouth over her swollen clitoris.

Rocking his fingers deep inside of her, he suckled at her with that same steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving her face.