"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."