No one has ever looked at Rey like he does, with an intensity that makes a pleasant shiver run down to her toes. She doesn’t even know if Ben is aware of the wonder in his gaze, like she’s something to be marveled over.

There are moments that it makes her blush, maybe even squirm, but not now. This morning she lets herself bask in it, meeting his gaze until it makes her heart flutter in her chest and warmth pool between her legs.

She drops a few soft kisses across his chest, letting her lips brush across a nipple pebbled by either the morning chill or her attentions. Her mouth trails up to his throat and across his jaw, and she can feel each soft kiss through the bond and somewhere deep inside of herself.

“Good morning, Ben,” she tells him, low and throaty as she props herself up on her elbow so that she can reach his mouth and give him a proper kiss, licking at the seam of his lips until he lets her inside. He tastes sour with sleep but Rey doesn’t mind, too enraptured with the kiss to worry about a little thing like that.

It’s the first time that they’ve kissed like this through the bond and it’s a heady feeling, enough to have her making a soft, pleased sound against his mouth.