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[strongerthanblood]

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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[strongerthanblood]

"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."

[weakandfoolish]

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.

[strongerthanblood]

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."