The Beauty of a Secret

Once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much."
- Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

"Ben!" He fixed her with a cold stare – she didn't understand why he pulled her here if he was so eager to leave and forget her.

He said nothing in the cold silence, but Rey watched his eyes as they raked over her. She fought the instinct to wrap her arms around her body, but Ben picked up on it and flicked his hand at her in annoyance. Rey felt her body being pushed back against the wall, her hands pinned above her head.

She watched him advance towards her with slight fear - not at what he would do to her, but that her body trembled in desire at the thought of being touched by him. Again.

Ben watched her involuntarily struggle against the hold he had put on her hands, amusement dancing on his lips - she could break it at any time, but instead her instinct was to just press against it deliciously.

"You are not allowed to cover yourself in my presence," he said in his velvet voice that sent shivers down her spine. "You are still wary of this desire that builds inside of you, when you should instead embrace it."

Rey furrowed her brow, "That's not what we're taught, it's not what you taught me." She didn't understand the strange pull they had towards each other that made them flirt with the line in the Jedi Code.

"The Jedi are wrong," he said simply, putting an end to the conversation. He walked towards her, his steps confident, and brushed his hand gently across her cheek, gliding into her hair. She felt her buns come undone, her hair falling around her shoulders. He continued to work in silence as his fingers wrapped around her throat and down her chest, finally resting at her hips; Ben gripped them in his large hand that spanned half of her body and she let out an audible gasp at the pressure.

He closed the space between them, pressing his body against hers, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I've thought of this every day since you arrived, you haunted my dreams. It only grew worse after…" She felt his body shudder against hers, at the memory, and his nose dragged against the edge of her face, his lips pressing softly against her neck.

Hands that dwarfed hers pressed into her skin, teasing bruised flesh in the morning, pulling her hips against his. He still held her against the wall with the force, her feet dangling in the air so their bodies aligned perfectly; she groaned at being so manipulated - against the voices that whispered opposition to such vulnerability.

Ben's hands moved upwards, pulling her top up her chest and over her arms, letting it fall to the ground. She had never seen him so fixated on something, his breaths coming quicker - in time with hers - eyes roaming her torso. Rey felt her nipples pebbling with arousal, at the hungry look in his eyes as he leaned in to touch them, his tongue took a long lick over one and her hips moved against his in reaction.

A hand reached up to press against her stomach as he took her breast in his mouth; she had always known they were smaller than most, but he didn't seem to mind.

He pulled away briefly, "They're perfect."

She didn't ask how he knew what she was thinking, didn't need to. They didn't speak about it much, but their connection was deeper than physical touches.

Teeth gripped a nipple as Ben's fingers twisted the other and she let out a loud "Oh!" as he pulled it before starting to suck. The noises that filled the room were intoxicating and Rey found herself filling it with her own mewls as her breasts were suckled.

Finally, his fingers hooked into her pants and drew them off, her shoes hitting the ground with them. She felt exposed as he spread her legs apart to look at her bare sex.

Ben looked up into her eyes and the coldness and hunger had been replaced with a desperation that warmed her body even more. "You deserved to be worshipped, Rey."

And he believed it. He watched in fascination as the moisture that had built up between her legs began to spread across the lips and edges of her thighs. Shuddering, his fingers moved across her entrance, moaning her name as he felt the warm liquid. Evidence of her arousal.

He pulled away abruptly and studied her, watching her chest heave with anticipation. "Do you want this?" He asked seriously, disarming her with the rapid shift, her mind hazy with desire.

"What?" Was all she could muster, confused why he would bother asking that when it was clearly evident.

His irritation flickered briefly across his face, but he was still intently looking at her, "Do. You. Want. This." He repeated with emphasis, slowly dragging each word out in case she missed it.

Rey's anger sparked at the question, "I've always wanted you. My dreams are filled with thoughts of you - and Arkanis…" She whispered the last word and it seemed to convince him and she watched him pull towards her again, feeling his resolve and contentment at her answer.

She knew what they did was dangerous - foolish - but as his tongue dragged across her slit, she couldn't find it in herself to care.

Author's note: This is a story that is for the express purpose of writing smut. If I was capable of writing unconnected one shots I might have just done that, but I am not. I need an actual story - and because it is me, that story will also be a bit angsty at times.

I am working through the kink list that we voted on, ordering the most popular kinks in our fandom. The goal is to get to as many as I can - I won't write some of them, or can't because of the story, but I'll get to most of them.

In the prologue, Rey is 18 and Ben is 28. They start the story as 15 and 25, though, so underage is marked.

I will update the tags and warn before each chapter if there is something especially kinky. Otherwise, just assume there's some type of smut in each one.