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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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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.

Ben's fingers slide into her, two all at once, and she lets out a keening moan as her head falls back. It's amazing how he knows how to touch her just right, with each and every touch so perfectly building on the pleasure he gives her.

"Oh-- oh." Both of her legs go over Ben's shoulders and she forces her head up because she can't miss a moment of this. She opens her eyes to find him staring at her, his eyes dark and liquid, and that's what sends her over the edge. Her orgasm overtakes her and she lets herself feel all of that pleasure, thighs tightening around his head as she falls back against the cushions. She has no idea how long it lasts, how long Ben works her through it in a way that seems to drag it on, but she's panting by the time she finally relaxes and lets her thighs fall open, dazedly wondering if she had smothered him.

"You-- are very gifted."

With his cheek resting against her thigh, Ben chuckled softly, panting as he settled from the echo of her pleasure.

"I know you," he murmured, kissing the curve of her hipbone. "That's all it takes." There was no particular skill in it. Only a desire to be with her, in whatever way she wished.

Rey lifts her hands to push her hair back from her face, blinking dazedly up at the ceiling as she catches her breath. When she feels Ben's mouth against her hip, she lifts her head and smiles at him, soft and fond as she reaches for him.

"I want you to kiss me," she tells him as she cups his chin in her trembling hand, dragging her thumb across it to wipe her own slick away. "I want to make you feel just as good, Ben."

"You haven't begged me to stop, yet," he pointed out, flashing a rare grin at her, before turning to press a kiss to her palm.

Crawling up her body, he nudged his nose against hers, kissing her softly, shallowly, a smile playing at his lips.

The sight of that grin makes Rey's heart stutter in her chest, and she hums as their mouths meet. "Oh, please Ben," she says as flatly as she can manage, bumping their noses together again before kissing him.

"Please stop." Her monotone voice is at odds with the grin on her face, and she curls her arms around his thick frame as his hips settle between her thighs. He still has his pants on and Rey hooks her big toe in one of the pockets to try and tug them down.

"Please," she says again, but this time it's a little breathier, just before she lets her tongue peek out to trace the seam of his lips. She can taste herself there, and it make her kiss him harder.

Laughing breathlessly, Ben wrestled with his pants, tugging open his fly and shoving at the waistband with one hand. His cock slid along the crease of her thigh, the head swollen and slick and he groaned, the sound of it muffled against her lips.

With the waistband still bunched around his knees, he reached down to take himself in hand, sliding into her with one eager, slightly clumsy roll of his hips.

Oh, how she adores that laugh. Hearing it is one thing but feeling it is another, and she revels in the hot puffs of breath against her mouth and the way his chest moves against hers.

Ben fumbles with his pants and she moves up onto her elbows again, only to let her head fall back with a cry as he presses inside of her. Each time is a revelation, and she has to take a breath as her body stretches around him, adjusting to make room.

Once she catches her breath, she nods and curls one arm loosely around Ben's shoulders, fingertips digging into his skin as she stares up at his face. He looks so young when they're together like this, so unburdened. Even if this wasn't one of the best things she's ever felt, that look on his face would make it all worth it.

"You'd think maybe I'd get used to it," she says in a trembling voice, breath hitching at the slow drag of his cock against her insides. "How this feels."

"I don't think there's any getting used to this," Ben admitted, propping himself up on one hand, the other reaching down to hook under one of her knees. He rolled his hips slowly, teeth clenched, using every trick he knew to calm himself enough not to immediately lose himself.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their hips pressed flush, rocking together with him seated as deeply into her as he could go. Finally, he rolled them both, one arm sliding around her back, settling with his back propped against the side of their abandoned bunk with her seated in his lap.

He's right, she knows. It will always be this way-- a sense of rightness and home wrapped in toe-curling pleasure. It will always take her breath away.

When Ben readjusts their position, she lets out a breathless laugh as she tosses her hair over her shoulder, resting her hands on either side of Ben's neck as he stares at her.

"You like it like this," she says with a pleased smile, leaning in to kiss him before straightening up and reaching back to rest her hands against his bent knees. She is on complete display for him, letting him see every single bit of her, and she lets out a whimper as she lifts her hips and sinks back down onto his cock. "I like knowing what you like."