strongerthanblood | [for ben]

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[for ben]

After Rey has come home from working on her bike, showered, and fed herself, she ends up being terribly bored. It's a little late but not that late, and she isn't really all that tired, so she does what she always does when she's bored and lonely. She opens the bond.

With a blink, she's standing in Ben's bedroom. He's sprawled on his back in nothing but his underwear with a book on his chest, fast asleep, and Rey's heart nearly bursts with fondness. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, and she knows that she should probably let him rest, but she finds herself moving closer to the bed.

If she misses him, surely he misses her back, right? He'd probably be pleased to see her, even if it means being woken up.

At least she can make sure that it's a pleasant awakening.

Carefully, she plucks the book from his chest saves his place with the bookmark on his nightstand. After setting the book down, she crawls onto the bed and straddles his waist, leaning over him to press a few soft kisses to his face. One to his cheek, another to his brow, and one to the corner of his mouth.

"Ben," she whispers, grinning as she feels him start to stir. She kisses the tip of his nose and slides her hand down his flank, tucking her fingertips into the waistband of his underwear. "Ben, wake up. I'm bored."

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"You? No, I can't imagine," Rey replies, smirking at him over her shoulder before bending over to put the cold items away in the refrigerator. Once everything is put away, she turns around and steps up to him, smiling softly as she reaches up to tousle his messy hair.

She missed him today, which she supposes is kind of silly considering that they are practically underfoot, both in and out of their heads, but she did.

"Why don't you go wash up, hm?" Her palms land on his shoulders and she gives them a squeeze before holding them up to wiggle her fingers. "And then I'll use my hands on you."

Her offer could have entailed any number of things, and while Ben’s expression remained largely impassive, he was clearly intrigued.

Stepping away from the counter, he moved silently towards the back of the apartment. He stepped out of his boots, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it into the laundry basket. In the adjoining bathroom, he washed his hands, and after quickly brushing his teeth, he splashed a bit of water on his face.

While he sat on the edge of the bed to wait for her, a few damp strands of his hair fell over his forehead, shadowing his eyes from view.

Rey has been eager to get her hands on Ben all day. It's not as if she hasn't touched him since her injury, but she has had to be mindful of it, careful not to irritate the scabs. It's been a little bit like torture, frankly.

After tidying up her dishes from lunch, she heads into their bedroom. It makes her belly jump a little to see him sitting there, waiting for her. It makes her feel a little powerful.

Stepping up between his knees, she tips his chin up and sweeps his damp hair from his face, dragging her fingertips along his scalp as she does. Her hands trail then along the sides of his neck to his shoulders, which feel far too tight against her palms.

"Take your pants off and lay on your belly," she tells him, patting his arm as she steps away to give him room. "I'll give you a back rub."

Ben's brow twitched faintly, but he rolled over without complaint, stretching out atop the half-made bed with his cheek pillowed on his folded arms.

"Is this what you've been waiting to do, for two weeks?" He murmured, barely hiding his amusement.

“Get my hands on you while you’re at my mercy? Yep,” she says cheerfully, wriggling out of her khaki shorts to leave her in just her panties and tank top. She takes a moment to appreciate the long line of line, pale and wide and filling out black underwear so nicely, before she shakes herself and climbs onto the bed.

There’s a bottle of unscented lotion on her bedside table, another small luxury, and she grabs it before straddling base of Ben’s spine and settling down on top of him.

“Now, I’ve never given anyone a massage,” she says easily, while squirting a dollop of lotion between Ben’s shoulder blades, “but how hard can it be?”

"I suppose we're going to find out," he said, the words muffled as he turned to rest his forehead against his folded wrists, his nose pressed against the mattress. It wasn't quite as comfortable as a massage chair might have been, but having a strangers hands on him had never held much appeal.

This, however...

Rey smiles as Ben gets comfortable, and then turns her attention to his back. He’s so beautiful to look at, pale and sculpted, and she spends a few long moments simply letting her hands rub the lotion into his skin, trailing along to seek out tighter areas that need some attention.

After wriggling back to sit on the swell of his backside, she plants her palms into the small of his back and applies a little pressure, slowly dragging them up the long line of his spine and sweeping out across his shoulders. And then she does it again, feeling him relax a little under the slow, methodical movements of her hands.

Rey knows that she has Ben’s complete trust, but it still makes her warm all over to see that trust in full display, with the vulnerable nape of his neck bared to her. After sweeping away his hair, she cups both sides of his neck and works her thumbs into a knot of muscle at the base of his skull, moving them in slow circles until she feels it start to loosen.

“How am I doing so far?”

Biting down chest-deep groan, Ben shut his eyes, his focus narrowing entirely to the pressure of her hands, and the warm of her weight against his backside. He often didn't feel entirely present in his own body, called by the strength of his connection to not only the Force, but his connection to her.

It stood to reason that she would be the one to bring him back to himself.

"You're doing all right," he said, failing at his attempt to sound unaffected.

"I see that," Rey hums out, rolling her eyes in fond amusement at his tone. She isn't sure why he bothers trying to feign being unaffected with her when she can see inside of his head, but she won't call him on it.

Once she's done with his neck, she spends time on his shoulders working out a knot under the shoulder blade on his dominant side. And then she moves lower, massaging along his spine as she wriggles back to sit on his thighs. She isn't even sure how much time passes, because she is wholly focused on this, on him, and how good it feels to have him underneath her like this, relaxed and pliant.

After spending some time on his lower back, she bites back a smile as she hooks her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and rises up onto her knees so she can work them down to his thighs. She rubs some more lotion between her palms and then shamelessly grips his ass, one cheek in each hand as she smiles up at the back of his shaggy head.

"You really are tense all over."

"Am I?" He mumbled flippantly, shifting his head and cracking one eye open. Without twisting around, he could see only the shape of her, but he could feel her warmth and her playfully smug amusement all the same.

"I didn't realize this was going to be that kind of massage," he teased, one corner of his mouth twitching faintly.

“Sounds a little like wishful thinking on your part,” she teases as she slides her palms along his rounded backside. Her thumbs brush along the cleft as she slides her hands down to the backs of his thighs.

She rises up onto her knees to rub at his tight hamstrings as she looks up at the shadowy spot between his legs. Still, she’s committed to the massage, so she works out a knot in his calf and goes all the way down to his giant feet.

Once she’s done, she kneels over him and slides her hands up the backs of his thighs, letting her thumbs glide along the insides of them until they meet just behind the swell of his balls. She presses her thumbs into the smooth bit of skin, and looks up to gauge his reaction.

“But now that you mention it,” she begins, rubbing small, deliberate circles as she bites her lip. “There was something I wanted to try.”

Despite knowing her, completely, there were moments like these when she managed to surprise him. He jolted visibly, but when he spoke, his voice was calm.

Mostly.

"Are you really going to pretend like this wasn't your idea all along?" He asked, amused, through clenched teeth. Despite the utter relaxation of the moment prior, he was once again gripped by tension. This time, however, it was wholeheartedly welcomed.

Rey curls her hands around his hips with plans to try and roll him over, but his comment makes her pause. He sounds amused, but there is still a slight furrow to her brow as she rolls back onto her haunches, letting her fingertips glide down the backs of his thighs.

“I just wanted to touch you,” she tells him, because the idea of him thinking that she tricked him into something doesn’t quite sit well with her, even if he is joking. “We can just relax, if you’d like.”

Frowning, Ben turned his head and cracked open an eye, looking at her as best he could.

"Did I seem uninterested?" He asked, brow arched pointedly. While she couldn't see it, she had to have known that he was already half-hard and struggling not to press his cock harder against the mattress.

“I suppose not,” Rey says with a smile, letting herself shrug off the brief moment of insecurity. They happen sometimes, and she’s sure that they always will, but she’s getting better, she thinks. Better all the time.

“Turn over,” she tells him, tugging at his hip until he rolls over onto his back. Seeing his naked body doesn’t make her blush anymore, but it still takes her breath away sometimes. How could it not?

Her gaze travels over his chest and down the line of his belly until she reaches his cock. The sight of it sends a little jolt between her legs, but she can ignore it. She wants to focus on him.

“Only half-interested, it seems.” She gives him a teasing smile and then crawls between his legs on all fours, trying to look sexy but probably leaning more towards ridiculous. His cock seems to twitch as she draws nearer, so maybe not entirely off the mark.

Her hand curls around the thick length of him, and she gives him a few lazy strokes, feeling him stiffen against her palm as she leans down to take him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as she looks up at his face.

"I'm fully interested, I assure you," he said, his tone full of mirth as he shifted over onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to watch her.

It was no secret that he enjoyed seeing her like this, curious and determined, perhaps a bit awkward but no less sincere in her desire for him. Lifting a hand to her face, he thumbed at the corner of her mouth, his affection for her startling, even now.

The touch of his hand makes her shiver pleasantly, and she looks up at him with hooded eyes as she slowly starts to bob her head. This is about him, but she always likes to be touched by him, especially when he touches her with such reverence.

Once she gets into a good rhythm, she lets her hand drift down to his balls, cupping them in her hand and tracing the seam with her thumb. And then she slides her hand lower, to the spot behind that’s still slick with lotion, and presses against it for a moment before letting her finger slide further back, to the tight clench of muscle there.

Tell me if you don’t like it, she sends to him, happy to be able to talk with her mouth full. Her belly flutters with nerves, but she knows that the worst case scenario is him telling her that he doesn’t like it, and they’ll have learned something about each other.

Best case, well. Hopefully they’re about to find out.

Rey breathes in through her nose and takes him deeper into her mouth, letting the head of his cock nudge the back of her throat at the same moment that she eases her finger inside of him, crooking upward to find the spot she’s only read about.

For a moment, Ben undeniably tensed, his eyes wide, though it was more from surprise than discomfort. Rey looked at him, hesitant and expectant, and he knew he needed to say something, but his mouth worked silently, a strangled groan overtaking his ability to speak.

His cock jolted, and perhaps that was all the answer she needed.

Rey lets Ben slip from her mouth to better gauge his reaction, watching as his surprised expression shifts into something else, something that tells her that she doesn’t need to worry.

He groans and she smiles, bracing one hand on his thigh as she starts to work her finger in and out, much in the same way that he does this to her. Having his fingers inside of her makes Rey feel especially wild. She likes it best when she’s sprawled across his lap and looking up at his face while he works her cunt like he spent his whole life studying how, like nothing in the universe matters aside from her and her pleasure. She wants him to feel like that, too.

She swallows hard and slowly adds another finger, lips parting on an exhale as she feels the stretch of him around her. It makes her nipples tighten, oversensitive where the thin fabric of her tank top rubs against them.

She fingers him slowly, an easy glide in and out, and she stares at his face as she finds the spot that made his cock twitch. It happens again, and a wet spot forms at the front of her panties as she rubs at it insistently just to watch him react.

Rey had thought that he would enjoy this. She didn’t anticipate just how much she would like it, too.

She had always been in him, surrounding him, working her way into his mind and under his skin. This felt like simply enough extension of that closeness. She could touch him however she pleased. His body was as much hers as it was his own.

Swallowing thickly, he murmured, "Take those off," as he watched her rub at the front of her panties.

“If I do that, I’ll want you inside me and I’m not done yet,” she tells him as she presses her fingers as deeply as she can manage. She does pull her tank top off one handed, letting the scrap of fabric hang off of her arm so he can look at her breasts if he’d like, watch them jiggle as she works her fingers inside of his body.

“I want to make you come,” she tells him in a low voice, eyes bright as she watches him. Having him like this makes her feel powerful in a way, like she could do anything. He commanded armies. He was one of the most powerful beings in the universe and she gets to have him like this, spread out before her and only her.

It’s a heady feeling, and she gives him an open-mouthed grin as she wraps her other hand around his cock, stroking in time with the deep, purposeful press of her fingers.

"You keep at it, you're not going to have any trouble," he said through gritted teeth, the muscles in his belly contracting, his hips rocking instinctively as his cock leaked steadily in her grip.

Unusually clumsy, he reached up to squeeze at one of her breasts, his calloused thumb brushing over the tight bud of her nipple.

His pleasure had built to something mindless and unfamiliar, and when he came, it seemed to go on and on, milked from him in a similar way to the feedback loop of their shared orgasms. He cried out roughly, and while he wasn't prepared for her methods, he was a lot less tense than when he'd walked in through the door.

Rey can feel the pleasure that she’s giving him, and it’s enough to have her breathing hard, panties soaked through just from the echo of it. The scrape of his thumb across her nipple makes her gasp, thighs clenching where she’s bent over him.

When he comes, her eyes widen and her hips jerk at the sudden sensation throughout her own body. It makes her feel warm all over, shivering pleasantly as her cunt pulses between her legs.

She works him through it gently and then slides her fingers out of him, wiping them on the edge of the sheet as she leans down to drag her tongue across the head of his cock, cleaning away a stray drop of come before lifting her head to grin at him.

She feels proud to have made him feel so good, more happy than smug, and she beams up at him as she straddles his waist and sits down on his thighs, waiting for him to speak.

Drawing in a breath, his hands settling heavily on her hips, he opened his mouth and spoke a very eloquent, "Hggnh."

He could feel her own pleasure, as well as his own, and wanted desperately to be inside of her, despite his rapidly softening cock.

Blinking, he pushed himself upright, murmuring, "Come here," as he drew her in by the hips. He urged her to press against him, to drag the damp crease of her cunt, covered by the thin cotton of her panties, along the line of his cock. Catching her mouth in his own, he rutted against her, oversensitive and still a good quarter hour from another erection, but it didn't matter.

Seeing him so undone makes Rey swell with pride, and she grins down at him as his hands curl around her hips. He tugs her forward and she almost protests, wanting to tell him that she doesn't need anything in return and he can just relax, but the protest dies as soon as he kisses her.

It's a good kiss. They're all good kisses, but this one in particular makes her groan into his mouth. He tugs her hips forward, putting her where he wants her, and that along with how his cock presses up between her legs makes her breath hitch.

She puts her hands on his shoulders and rolls her hips with purpose, feeling his cock drag along the crease of her labia and over her clit. As much as she wants something inside of her, this is good, too. She kind of likes the tease of it, waiting to see what he'll do next.

"You could do that to me sometime, if you want," she pants against his mouth, whimpering a little as her clit throbs. She may be missing the particular organ that made it feel so good for him, but she's still curious to know what it might feel like. Her research showed her that plenty of women enjoy it, and she doesn't want there to be any part of her that he hasn't touched. "Maybe your cock would even fit if you used your fingers first."

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