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Sometimes it's a little hard to comprehend that Rey has been in this place for two years now. Time has flown by, and she has accomplished so much between going to school and restoring her motorcycle. She has her mechanic's license now, and she knows that someday she'll open her own auto shop. Maybe it isn't quite as exciting as saving the galaxy, but she likes the life that she's created here, the one with Ben in it, alive and well.

There are even some days where she gets bored. There was plenty of downtime in Jakku, but she never really had the luxury of being bored. There was always something to do, something to find, something to run from. Here, that isn't the case. Darrow may be very strange and come with dangers of its own, but it's probably the safest place that she's ever been.

It's boredom that leads to her wandering downtown one afternoon, eating from a bag of candy while she window shops. They aren't wealthy, but Rey never has to wonder where her next meal is coming from, or if she'll have a roof over her head. When she sees things that she likes, she can usually buy them, as her tastes are far from extravagant. Shopping is something that she can do now, something that's fun, even if she doesn't end up actually purchasing too much.

When she passes by a store selling fancy underwear and bras, something makes her stop and look at the window display. Perhaps it's how the place is all done up for Valentine's Day. The mannequins are wearing underwear that looks strappy and uncomplicated and the signs are all telling Rey how she should buy them for that special someone. Ben comes to mind, and she keeps her thoughts on the matter to herself, wondering if maybe she could surprise him. He has never expressed interest in seeing her in fancy underwear, but she thinks that maybe he'd like it. He is a man, after all.

She decides that in any case, it'd be fun, so after a brief time spent with a helpful saleswoman, Rey leaves the store with a delicate pink bag hanging from one arm and heads home. The place is empty when she gets there, which isn't a surprise, but she knows that Ben will be home soon so she heads into the bathroom to undress and pull the lingerie out of the bag.

"Well, this is complicated," she tells herself, frowning at all the straps and hooks on the delicate lace. She manages to get the bra and panties on easily enough, and then the stockings, but it's all the rest of it that she's having a little trouble with. She's still fiddling with the useless belt when the door opens and Ben steps through, and she pops her head up to call out to him through the closed bathroom door. "Hey, I'm in here. I'll be out in a minute!"

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While Ben was far from an unobservant person, Valentine's Day had never been much on his radar. That wasn't to say he'd never done anything special for Rey, but those acts of care and kindness tended to happen on a whim, when he was thinking of her... which, of course, happened to be quite often.

He knew that the holiday wasn't until the middle of the month, vaguely cognizant of the advertisements and decorations popping up around town. Still, it hadn't occurred to him to plan or think about it much at all.

That evening, he returned after an uneventful day of work, relieved to be coming home to her. When she called to him, he arched a brow. They were in each other's space so often, neither of them had many boundaries to speak of, and a firmly closed bathroom door was something of a rarity.

Stepping out of his boots and hanging up his coat, he left her to her own devices as he went into the kitchen for a glass of water. When she didn't return after her promised minute, a faint undercurrent of her frustration clear to him even with their bond mostly shut to him, he was more amused than worried when he called, "Everything alright?"

"It's fine! Just-- stay out there," Rey calls out, brows furrowed as she puts one foot up on the sink to fix her stockings, finally getting the last clip into place. Once she's finally done, she takes a breath and stands up straight, taking a step back to look at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting little straps and bits of lace until everything looks like it's sitting right on her body.

The lingerie set is so unlike anything she's ever worn, but as out of place as it looks, it also looks pretty good, she thinks. Rey takes the elastics out of her hair, shaking it out until it falls in loose curls around her shoulders, and it's only then that she realizes how long it's gotten. It's time for a cut, probably, but it looks good for tonight.

"Okay, okay. Close your eyes!" She turns towards the door and feels amusement through the bond, and once she thinks that his eyes are closed, she opens the door and steps through it, walking over towards him and putting one hand on her hip, posing like one of the models she saw while shopping. When she speaks again, her voice is a little lower, a little softer, even if she can't fully hide her amusement. "You can open them now."

Keeping his eyes dutifully closed, Ben could feel her warmth, her amusement, her uncharacteristic nerves as she opened the door, and the faint thread of lust beneath it all.

He arched a brow, but did not open his eyes until she gave him permission.

He blinked. His mouth went dry.

"That doesn't look very practical," he deadpanned, knowing that she was the only person in any galaxy that would recognize the warmth in his eyes and the smile playing across his lips.

Ben doesn't give much of a reaction, but it's enough for Rey. She can feel his approval through the bond, and it only serves to give her a bit more confidence as she presses up onto her toes and turns in a slow circle, arms out to her sides as she shows off the entire ensemble.

"Oh, it isn't practical at all," Rey says brightly, coming a bit closer to him and stopping a few feet away to rest her hands casually on her hips, cocking one out to the side a bit. "But it isn't meant to be. It's meant to--" She pauses and smacks her lips playfully, eyes bright and playful. "To make you thirsty."

The way that he looks at her makes Rey feel warm all over, sending a rush of sparks along her skin, and tucks her thumb under the black lace of the garter belt, giving it a little snap against her skin as she smiles at him. "I know how much you prefer black."

"Thirsty?" He echoed, trying not to smile. It wasn't the word he would've used, but now that she mentioned it, it wasn't far off from the feeling stirring in his gut.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," he observed, hands flexing at his sides. He didn't touch her. Not yet. He told himself it was for the purpose of teasing her, but he knew, deep down, that he was waiting for permission.

"It just seems like your mouth went dry is all," she teases, because she is enjoying herself very much. Before Ben, Rey never gave much thought to sex. He opened that door for her just by being there, and making her feel desired. She has confidence in her body and her looks just from how he looks at her, and while she knows that's far from the most valuable thing about her, it's still nice to remind herself of that time to time.

"I'm sure that I will be," she says as she slowly moves closer to him, reaching out to take his big hands in hers, squeezing them before moving them to rest on her narrow waist. Her hands slide up his arms, curling over his biceps and resting on his shoulders as she smiles up at him. "I'm enjoying the look on your face."

"And you're going to give me a drink?" He teased, stooping to kiss the bare curve of her shoulder, his thumbs brushing over the top edge of the strappy contraption around her waist.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, standing up straight, a smile playing on his lips. "There's no look."

There was definitely a look.

"Perhaps if you're good," Rey teases, tipping her head to the side and letting out a pleased hum as Ben's lips touch her skin. His hands are so big against her waist and he presses into them, sliding her hands up under the back of his shirt to rest against the small of his back.

"Well, I want a look, so take your shirt off," she tells him, dragging it up over his shoulders as she gives him a knowing smirk. "We both know how much you enjoy showing off your nipples."

"That's completely untrue," he said flatly, already drawing his shirt up over his head and letting it fall to the floor.

He reached for her again, his fingertips grazing the top edge of her panties.

"What's the occasion?"

She smiles as he tugs off his shirt in a way that betrays his calmness, and Rey steps forward as he reaches for her, resting her hands on his chest as his go to her hips.

"The occasion is that I felt like it," she says with a cheeky smile, sliding her hands up his arms as she presses up onto her toes to press a kiss to the point of his chin. "And I thought you might like it."

After kissing him again, she steps back and lifts her arms to twirl slowly away from him, turning up on her toes as she drags her hair up on top of her head so he can see all of her. "It's even your favorite color."

"That's not my favorite color," he said calmly, his eyes bright with equal parts affection and lust. He wasn't sure he had a favorite color, but if she wanted to tease him, he'd do the same.

She turned a circle, exposing the strong lines of her spine, silk and lace stretched over the curve of her ass. He drew in a controlled breath. In, out... In, out.

Letting his knuckle trace the curve of her ribs, he lifted his other hand to her hair, fingers burying in the soft strands as he bent to kiss the juncture of her neck.

"It's not?" Rey asks with a playfully innocent expression, blinking up at him as he breathes in deep, chest expanding in its impossibly broad way. Heat flares between her legs as he pulls her closer, and she tips her head to the side to give him access to her throat.

"You don't have to do that," she murmurs as he takes in another careful breath. "Control yourself like that."

Rey wants Ben to know that he can be himself with her always, and maybe she doesn't want him to be careful and controlled. Maybe that's a part of why she did this, hoping that he might loose that careful grip. She wraps her arms around his waist and slides one hand down into his pants, squeezing at his ass as she presses her lips just under his ear, whispering into it. "I didn't buy all this expecting it to last the night."

He pulled back, eyes narrowed, deathly serious.

"You want both of us to last the night, don't you?"

He paused for effect, as cool and devoid of compassion as when they first met. Then, a rare smile broke across his face, and without warning, he swept her off her feet, one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back.

A bridal carry, he'd once heard.

Seeing that look on Ben's face, dark and powerful, sends a bit of a shiver through her as she stares up at him, unblinkingly. It isn't a bad shiver. Now that she knows that she has no reason to be scared of him, she finds it more than a little compelling. It's no wonder that he commanded such attention.

"I know you'll never hurt me," she replies cockily, but she grins when he does and lets out a happy yelp once she's swept up off of her feet. She winds one arm around his shoulders and lets the other hand down towards the floor, smirking up at him as he carries her down the hall. "This feels a little familiar, too."

Rey had been unconscious when he carried her onto his ship, but she's seen it in his head like an echoing memory. Like it was something that marked a turning point.

"Does it?" He said impassively, though she would feel in him an echo of amusements, but beneath that, of deep regret and shame. But for all his posturing, he had been bound to her in that moment on Takodana. However much had changed between them, that had never wavered.

Crossing through the hall and into their bedroom, Ben unceremoniously dumped Rey onto the bed, just to hear the shriek of laughter he knew such a thing would produce.

Rey feels the shift of his emotions and reaches up to put a reassuring hand on his cheek, thumbing just under his eye. She won’t deny that she used to be afraid of him, used to hate him, but that’s behind them now. It’s a part of their story, but not one that needs revisiting often.

She’s still staring up at him when suddenly his arms give way and she twists into a fall, squeaking as she lands on her side with a bounce. She does laugh, bright and happy, and reaches out to kick his thigh with one stockinged foot.

“Brute,” she teases as she pulls herself further up onto the bed and stretches out in the middle of it, drawing one knee up as she lifts her arms over her head to rest against the pillows. She’s posing for him as well as she can without much experience in the matter, drawing on hazy memories of dirty holopads that were passed around Jakku, arched backs and heavy-lidded gazes. “Whatever will you do with me.”

"Maybe I'll do nothing," he said placidly, kneeling on the end of the bed, his arms handing at his sides. "That might be torture enough."

She was breathtaking— sexy in spite of, or perhaps because of her uncertainty. Whether or not it was her intention, he felt a rush of affection for her. The intensity of it was still enough to shock him.

He rested a hand on her bent knee, his palm drawing slowly up the inside of her thigh. He caught the edge of the elastic bracers attached to her stockings and gave it a tug. It drew back against her skin with an audible snap.

"As if you would dare," Rey volleys back, pushing up onto her elbows to watch as the bed sinks beneath his knees. "I didn't put on all of these straps for you to do nothing."

His large hand on the inside of her knee is tantalizing enough, but then Rey feels that surge of affection from Ben and gasps a little from the force of it. Her gaze lifts to his face, eyes a little wide as she stares at him, lower lip quivering as that warm rush of feeling seems to settle in her chest and between legs.

Focused as she is on his fingertips against her skin, she doesn't notice him tugging back the elastic until it snaps against her thigh, and her breath hitches at the brief sting, but she doesn't look away from him as he leans over her.

"I should have had you put your gloves on," she says without thinking much about it, and then feels her cheeks flush as she realizes what she's admitted. Rey rolls her eyes at herself and lets out a low chuckle as she lets her head tip back, like she realizes that she's been caught red-handed with something. "Kriff."

"You and those gloves," he chuckled. While they hadn't spoken about them specifically, he was aware of fixation on them. Perhaps more aware of it than she was herself.

Smirking, he bent to kiss the top edge of her stocking, just barely grazing her bare skin. He was teasing her, and he liked to think he had the self-control to keep this up for a while.

Rey's cheeks flush a little and she bites her lip, echoing his chuckle with one of her own. He ducks his head as if he's kneeling before her and while Rey never wanted to rule over anything, she enjoys this private act of worship between the two of them, both of them equal in their adoration.

She watches Ben's mouth barely touch her inner thigh and quirks a brow, playfully unimpressed as she reaches out to put her hand on top of his head, fingers sinking into his inky black hair. A part of her wants to tug his face in between her legs and hold him there, knowing that there's a good chance that he would go along with it, but she doesn't. Instead, she'd rather see how this plays out.

"And here I thought that you'd be unable to keep yourself from ravishing me," she teases, tone fond and self-deprecating all at once. She gives his hair a gentle tug and slides her fingertips down the side of his face until she can cup his chin and lift it a little, feeling her smile widen as she sees the heat in his gaze. "Look at you, steady as ever."

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