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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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"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."

"I haven't found anything I don't like, yet," he admitted, brushing the tip of his finger along the slope of her neck, brushing the long strands of her hair from her shoulder, which was freckled from the sun.

"But, yes. I like this," he murmured, squeezing her hip, his other hand sliding down her chest, between the valley of her breasts, touching her for the simple pleasure of knowing that he could.

"Neither have I." A breathless laugh spills out of her as she tips her chin down to watch as he touches her. Every touch gives her some sense of pleasure, from the innocent brushes of their fingers to this, his cock buried deep inside her body.

"I guess that means we'll just have to keep trying new things." Ben's hand nearly spans her whole chest and her nipples stiffen, breasts bouncing slightly as she speeds up the movement of her hips.

"I like this, too," she murmurs, letting her hands slide along his shoulders before gripping the balls of them. Their eyes meet and she takes in the vulnerable look on his face. The way he stares at her makes her feel powerful, like she could do anything, like she's important and loved. "I like it when you talk."

"When I talk?" He echoed, brow arched. "After all the times you've told me to keep my mouth shut."

He smiled slyly, arching beneath her and gripping her hips to urge her on.

Breathing steadily, he watched her move, something that had always been of particular interest to him. The way she fought, the way she fucked, her passion and commitment to everything she threw herself headlong into— he'd never witnessed anything like it, and knew he would never tire of watching her.

That startles a shaky laugh out of her and she tips her head forward, pressing her palms to the junctures of his neck and shoulders as she spreads her knees a little wider.

"I'm sure that will continue," she teases, pressing kisses along his jaw and the side of his face as she bounces in his lap. After nipping at the soft spot just below his ear, she soothes the sting with her tongue and sits up a little straighter so she can look down at his face, curling her hand over the top of his head to tip it back a little. "I actually think you kind of like it."

"What's that?" He asked placidly, goading her playfully as he let her tip his chin, his cock jolting at the steely look in her eyes. Bracing one hand against the floor, he dug his heels into the pallet beneath them, thrusting into her just hard enough to jolt her in his lap.

She clenched around him and he could feel the threat of his orgasm, his nostrils flaring as he shut his eyes and breathed steadily, determined to stave it off.

"Playing dumb, hm? That just tells me that you really like it," she pants out, feeling her brow knit for a brief second as she takes in the look on his face. She opens her mouth to say something, but his hips snaps up and she lets out a yelp as his cock slams against that sensitive spot deep inside of her.

"Open your eyes. Look at me," she says as she sits up again, slowing her own hips to let him fuck up into her. Rey's fingers curl into his hair and she takes a breath as she reaches into the bond to feel how close he is, how hard he's trying to hold back, and she groans as her fingers tighten. "What do you want right now, Ben? Tell me and you can have it."

Edited 2020-07-06 03:35 (UTC)

"I want this," he panted, opening his eyes with a deep breath, stomach flexing, his cock pulling out nearly to the tip and pressing all the way in to the hilt with each thrust.

"I want us to exhaust each other," he admitted, hips working hard and fast for a few moments before he changed the rhythm to something slow and purposeful. Relaxing, he gripped her hips once more, allowing her to take over.

"The times you left me in ruin, Rey. I used to think about them, alone in my chambers," he admitted, brushing the hair from her face. "I didn't know why, only that I wanted to see you again, even if it was only to have to cut me down."

Ben's eyes open to meet hers and the intensity she finds there sends a flush of pleasure through her body that's enough to make her clitoris throb. Rey keeps her grip on his hair and settles into his lap when he slows, letting him fill her as the walls of her cunt flutter around him.

It isn't until he's done speaking that she starts to move again, but this time the rolls of her hips are slower and more purposeful as she rises up and sinks back down, over and over again.

"I thought about you all the time," she tells him, sounding as if she's fighting a sob as she nuzzles her cheek into his broad palm. It feels a little as if she's been cracked open with the admission, and tears spring to her eyes as she lets out a stuttering moan. "I wanted so badly to take your hand, Ben. I did."

Maybe she didn't think about them like this, entwined and physically connected as two people could possibly be, but she understands what he means so perfectly. There was always a part of her that wanted to see him again, even if she could not articulate precisely why.

"I still want to take your hand," she gasps out, leaning in to give him a messy kiss as she rocks in his lap. "Will you offer it to me, even though we have nothing to rule over but this? Just us?"

Rey never wanted to rule, not on either side, and now that she has it, she's pretty sure that all she ever really wanted was this.

"You've taken more than my hand," Ben pointed out, grinning crookedly at her, one hand settling against the curve of her neck, his thumb resting against the bolt of her jaw.

"You can have anything you want," he promised, his free hand moving to cup her breast, the rough pad of his thumb circling her nipple. "Anything. You already have it."

Leaning forward, he kissed the dampness collected at the corner of her eyes, nuzzling softly at her cheek.

"I just want you," she assures him, pressing her cheek against his and gasping as his fingers find the tight bud of her nipple. Her eyes squeeze shut and she takes a deep breath before pulling back to rest her forehead against his.

"I'm happy." The words are whispered as she reaches up to cup her hands against the sides of his neck. She isn't sure she's ever said such a thing out loud before, and she lets out a shuddering breath.

There are still things that haunt her, things she'll never get over. Everything, down to this very relationship, is complicated and messy but when has she ever laughed as she does now?

Their mouths meet in a messy kiss and her thighs burn as she speeds up the movement of her hips, reaching down between them to press her fingers to her clitoris. "I can feel how badly you want to come," she breathes out against his mouth. "I want you to, Ben. You can let go."

He nodded, whatever words he might've spoken staying lodged in the back of his throat. Feeling the backs of her knuckles brush against his belly, her fingers working herself towards another climax, Ben huffed out a desperate sound against her mouth, reaching down to replace her hand with his own.

With his arm locked around her back, he held her close, and while he could've let himself drift in the warmth and safety of her mind, he forced himself to remain aware of the present moment. Aware of the raw physicality of their bodies.

Tipping over the edge with a hoarse shout, Ben panted against her cheek, her words ringing in his ears.

I'm happy. Had he not been able to feel it for himself, he might not have believed it. But she was, and so was he, in whatever way he could be. In the only way that mattered to him, in that moment.

There are multiple reasons that she loves being with Ben like this. Aside from the pleasure that seems to set every nerve ending alight, she gets to see him lose himself inside of her body. He trembles in her arms, digging his fingertips into her skin, and she cups the side of his face as she rocks her hips to meet his erratic thrusts.

When he goes rigid and pulses inside of her, it doesn't take long for her to tip over the edge with a harsh cry of her own. Her hips jerk as blood rushes between her eyes, making everything sound like static as she settles into his lap, collapsing against him and pressing her face into his neck.

"Ben." She swallows hard and pants as he holds her in his massive arms, keeping her tethered when it feels like she might float away. Eventually she lifts her head and cradles his jaw in her hands, staring into his hands before letting their mouths meet again, soft and lingering.

"Not a bad start," he says after awhile, smiling slyly against his mouth as her fingers curl around the backs of his ears. "To us exhausting each other."

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