It was the last place in the galaxy anyone would ever look for them. Their landing was a little more of a crash than either of them would admit from their respective crafts.
If the island inhabitants were less than pleased by Rey's return, they were clutching their nonexistent pearls over Ben. He emerged from the rubble that was his tie fighter all dark clothes and long legs. Every so often it struck Rey anew just how large Ben really was. This was one of those moments.
His clothes were smoking in places where his ship struggled to make it through the planet's atmosphere. She was better off—the Falcon being a lifelong target and having done a burn through more than a few atmospheres—all the weak spots had already been reinforced by Chewbacca.
She wavered for a moment at the thought of the Wookie and his life-long companion, dead at Ben's hands, but she shoved the thought aside and refocused on survival. "I don't think anyone could have followed us."
Ben viciously kicked the remnants of his ship before tossing his ruined gloves into the smoldering wreck. She swallowed hard at the thought of the last time she'd seen Ben's ungloved hands. "Of course they couldn't have. Why would anyone want to come to this rock heap at the end of the universe?"
"Anyone who follows the Jedi Path? This is the site of the original Jedi temple."
"The Jedi are dead."
"That doesn't mean there's no one left who believes. What arrogance—". She cut off at the sight of the natives clucking in their direction. "You should change."
"Into what? I'm not exactly awash with options." He was still surveying his ship with disgust.
"You're going to have to take something off the Falcon then. You can't wander about like that, you're scandalizing the island's caretakers." Seeing the look on his face she hurriedly continued, "Several Rebellion memebers have been travelling on the Falcon, I'm sure there's something that will fit you on board."
She led him aboard a ship he probably knew better than she did and they set about finding him something to wear, but the average heighth among the Rebellion skewed shorter and the size generally smaller. The only clothes that had any chance of fitting him were those belonging to his late father. He regarded the stack of clothes she was holding out to him as though they were going to shift into his father's ghost and remonstrate him. She huffed out a sigh, "Take them, Ben. You don't have any other options, you're too big." She shoved them into his hands and turned, pausing in the doorway of the sleeping compartment. "I'll be in the cockpit, when you're finished changing we can discuss what exactly we are going to do next." She departed without looking back. The short journey to the pilot's seat felt familiar and the ship more comforting than any place she'd lived before. Jakku had been inhospitable and living in the carcass of a downed ship that didn't run hadn't offered many creature comforts to look back on wistfully. She ran her hand along one the side panels that made up the entrace to the cockpit. She loved the Falcon more than she thought she could ever love an inatimate object.
She turned at the feel of Ben approaching through the Force, she got the impression that he was purposely alerting her to his approach because for all that he was large, he was silent as he moved through the old ship. The sight of him, however, stole all her peaceful feelings about the Falcon. Her jaw dropped slightly and she blinked rapidly to give herself a moment to regain control. Her skin was flaming, she could feel the heat.
"What?" His voice wavered for the first time in their acquaintace, more defensive than she had ever heard.
She shook her head, "Nothing. I've just never seen you wear anything other than black. You look...different."
"I look ridiculous. If there were any other option—"
"There isn't. Unless you want to go naked. And since we're stuck here indefinitely I can guarantee the natives will not appreciate that."
His eyes narrowed on her face so she turned her back and faced the instrument panel, pretending to assess a damaged spot. "That's not going to be a problem." His voice was low and she could feel the heat of his body close behind her and his presence in the Force as well.
She frowned at the unsettled feeling of him through the force. "What won't be a problem?"
"That panel."
"How would you know? I don't recall anyone mentioning you having technical prowess."
His arm reached past her to smooth the ragged edge down, grazing her side, "I know every inch of this ship." His tone was bitter and a little mocking. She heard and felt him plop into the pilot seat and decided it was safe to turn around. She was fairly certain her cheeks were no longer burning a brilliant red. The sight of Ben in his father's clothing had affected her more than she would have ever guessed. But then, Ben himself had been affecting her for months.
She leaned back against the instrument panel and took her time before looking back down at him. The sight of him almost stopped her heart. He was tipped back in the seat, legs spread wide, the low collar of the white shirt showing a deep vee of chest muscle while the tucked in waist emphasized his lean abdomen. Her mouth was suddenly very dry. She swallowed a few times to try and work up some saliva.
His muscles suddenly tensed. "What's wrong? Did someone manage to follow us after all?" Rey half turned to look out the front of the Falcon into the sky above the beach.
"You like this." At his words she twisted back around, forehead bunched in consternation.
"I like what?"
"These clothes."
She could feel her skin beginning to flush again. "What are you talking about?"
"I can feel it. The connection never went away. Even when you were ignoring me I could still feel you there. You're not forcing me away right now and I can feel. I felt it when you first saw me in this ridiculous outfit." Ben was watching her steadily as her flush spread. She was suddenly terribly certain that even the tips of her ears were red.
"I don't like these clothes any better than your other clothes, I told you, it's just different."
He made a noncommittal noise, "I don't think I believe you. You haven't looked me in the eyes once."
"Maybe I'm remembering what you did to the man who wore those clothes," she shot back desperately, feeling off balance.
"I don't think so." He stood suddenly and took a step toward her pressing their bodies together. Her heart was pounding wildly as she tried to slide to the side to get his body off hers. His hand shot out before she could get away, pressing against the instrument panel, trapping her. He lifted his other hand and touched a strand of her hair. "So soft." She wasn't sure if he meant her or her hair and he didn't clarify.
When she spoke, her voice came out less solidly than she would have hoped, "This is silly, Ben. I don't even know what we're arguing about when we should be trying to decide what to do next. The Rebellion—"
He cut her off by sliding his hand around her neck and tugging sharply on her hair, forcing her head back so her eyes met his, "You're not changing the subject that easily." The hand from the instrument panel landed on her hip. An incredulous expression crossed his face before it smoothed out again. "You didn't refuse to rule beside me because you didn't want me."
At that, Rey lifted both hands and tried in vain to push him off, "I don't want to talk about the past, Ben."
"You're not denying it." His voice seemed to have gotten even lower.
She swallowed hard, "I'm sure more than a few women have expressed admiration for the Supreme Leader. Surely you can't find it that shocking that I might admire you...your...". And there words failed her. She could not articulate what she was thinking and feeling. Not there, in the cockpit of the Falcon, with him pressed against her, a hand in her hair. On the island where they had first touched one another. Literally and figuratively.
"You want me." His voice still sounded uncertain and suddenly she was angry, oddly convinced that he was trying to force her into betraying herself.
"Of course I want you, you're the closest thing in the galaxy to my equal. We have the Force connection whether we like it or not, and worse, we understand one another."
An unreadable expression crossed his face, "You are my equal." The hand in her hair tightened and his mouth was on hers. The angle was awkward but she felt the kiss down to her toes which she then pushed herself up on trying to get closer.
After a few moments of struggling with the height difference, Ben made a noise that might have been described as a growl and slid his hands down her hips and thighs to lift her backwards onto the damaged panel.
He settled his weight more firmly against her as she spread her legs wider to allow him room. She felt the sensation of the blaster belt brushing her inner thigh and she was horrified to hear herself whimper as she instinctively pressed her hips toward him. She could feel him, large and hard against her core. When he heard the desperate noise she made, his hips rolled forward as well.
She felt a moment of deep satisfaction regarding his equal desperation before the sensation of the levers beneath her back had her turning her head and breaking the kiss. "Ben," she gasped for air feeling herself growing wetter when he dragged his teeth up the side of her throat before nipping softly right behind her ear. "Ben."
Before she could make her request he was lifting her again. She flung her arms around his neck and held on but instead of taking them to one of the sleeping compartments on the Falcon he dropped down in the pilot's seat with her straddling his lap.
"You wanted me as soon as you saw me in this outfit. Were you fantasizing about this? Spread open on my lap in the pilot seat? Riding me?" She felt a full body rush of heat. "Did you picture me taking you fully dressed? Or did you want to be on your knees in front of me?" She felt her body responding to the dirty images he was putting into her brain. The image of him with his hands buried in her hair while she knelt in front of him, both of them fully dressed was one she made a mental note to revisit.
With her legs spread wide over his lap she could feel his length pressed against her. Her hands had landed on his shoulders when he dropped down into the seat, his were tight on her hips as he pulled her roughly against his erection. After dragging her pelvis hard against his lap a few times, his hands left her hips to push at her vest, shoving it off her shoulders onto the floor.
"This is what I imagined in the throne room. You as my Empress, taking me deep, on that red throne." She opened her mouth to speak again but he cut her off, "I've been thinking about this, picturing you, every time since the first time I saw you. Strapped down to the table. My first thought wasn't the droid." His voice was a low rumble. "The look in your eyes when I took off my helmet."
The sun was setting behind her as he dropped his hands to the hem of her shirt and waited, searching her eyes for approval. She could only imagine how she looked, legs spread wide across his lap, hair mussed, lips swollen. She nodded and he tugged the shirt up over her head baring her small breasts to his gaze.
Living as she had, on Jakku, she hadn't had enough to eat—ever—to fill out. She barely had a moment to consider how he might react to her body before his mouth was on her breast. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and pinched the other one lightly.
Her head tipped back and she let out a breathy moan. He dragged his teeth along her nipple and tugged sharply on the other making her arch her back to press her core against his erection more firmly. "Ben," she said again. He increased the suction on her breast, his hand dropping to rub her through the front of her pants. She could feel how embarrassingly wet she was, soaking through her pants at his touch.
Her eyes closed and she used her hands on his shoulders for leverage to lift herself up to press down more firmly on his erection. He continued to suck her breast and rub through her pants. "Ben," she was hot everywhere. "Please." Her plea seemed to break his self control because suddenly they were standing, the chair was turned around, and she was draped over it. His big hands tugged her pants down to her knees and she heard him sliding the blaster belt loose and dropping it to the floor. The sound sent another wave of heat through her body.
The Force was swelling around them and she was practically panting. "Ben, hurry." She heard the sound of him shoving his pants down and then felt his fingers sliding up her inner thigh. She squirmed impatiently in front of him. "Now, Ben." She felt the blunt head of his erection press between her thighs, rubbing up and down her slit. She let out another moan and arched her back to try and press him into her.
He chuckled again, and pressed into her, slowly, before she could beg again. He pressed forward, letting her feel every inch. It was good she was draped over the pilot seat because she didn't think her legs could handle the feel of him pushing into her. She had an idle thought that Ben really was big everywhere before he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against her. He gave a few slow, lazy strokes then grabbed her hips and thrust hard. She cried out but he didn't stop, keeping his pace, snapping his hips forward and thrusting into her roughly.
She was helpless to resist the onslaught. A series of breathy, needy noises escaped her as she tried to bite her lower lip to keep from begging him. She could feel the Force connection humming between them and he reached between them without speaking to rub where she needed his hands the most. The only sound was the slapping of his skin against hers in the enclosed area and it was contributing to her frenzied state. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer, and much to her satisfaction, she didn't think Ben would either. He picked up his pace, frantically slamming into her, his hands moving over her body. He thrust deep one more time and then grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged, forcing her to arch her back. He tipped her head to the side and bit down hard on the side of her throat while still thrusting shallowly into her body. Between that and his hands between her legs she came apart in his arms. She was dimly aware that she was draped over the chair again. He thrust into her for several more rough strokes before gripping her hips tightly and filling her. When he was spent as well he draped his upper body over hers, careful not to put too much weight on her. As their breathing slowed he turned his head and kissed the nape of her neck before standing up and stepping back to pull his pants up. He slid her pants back into place as well and located her shirt, helping her into the light garment. His eyes flared a little bit when they caught on the side of her neck and she could only assume he'd left a mark.