"Not again," Rey hissed into her pillow. Frustrated, she kicked the covers off. Unable to find rest, the nineteen year old had been tossing and turning since midnight.
Opening one eye, Rey glared at the alarm clock. Even if she fell asleep right now, she would only have four hours before class started.
"Gah," she cried out, turning away from the annoying red numbers. Fortunately, her roommate was a heavy sleeper.
At least it was Friday, she reminded herself. If need be, the teenager could sleep for most of the weekend.
With an exasperated sigh, Rey pinched her eyes shut. The nightly battle was starting to affect her daily routine. Her friends were noticing that something was off. There wasn't enough makeup to cover the bags under her eyes. What began as a little problem, had clearly grown beyond her control. She needed to talk to someone about these sleep issues.
Falling asleep was only half the struggle. For a lucid dreamer like Rey, staying asleep was the other half. Her dreams and nightmares always felt so real. Sure, sometimes she could control what was happening in a dream. On other occasions, she was completely powerless; wishing like hell for the ability to wake.
"Fuck it," Rey breathed, letting her fingers trail down her stomach. There was still one thing that the young woman hadn't tried.
Rey's thoughts drifted to her handsome, well-built Science teacher. In a faculty comprised mostly of nuns and priests, the man had a distinct presence. He was different from the rest of the staff. For quite some time, he had been playing a starring role in her fantasies.
What harm could it cause… indulging once more? It wasn't like her professor would ever find out, right?
"Ben," Rey whispered, as if his first name was a closely-guarded secret. She enjoyed this little game—being the only student with the right to call him that.
A slight smile played across Rey's lips. Twenty minutes later, she finally drifted to sleep.
"You really think you can use that on me?" Ben husked. Knowing they were all alone in the bell tower, he steadily advanced toward the girl.
Rey tightened her grip on the silver lightsaber hilt. Her thumb hovered over the cross shaped ignition switch. Panting heavily, she was exhausted from running. She hated that he didn't seem to be out of breath. Every muscle in her lithe body screamed for her to surrender; to give in to the man stalking her like wounded prey.
There was something about the feral look in Professor Solo's brown eyes that should have frightened her. Instead, she found the familiar ache between her thighs grow as he closed the gap between them.
"What makes you think I wouldn't?" Rey squeaked. A split second later, she felt her back slam into the stone wall. She was trapped; her hazel eyes widened with the sudden realization. Her instructor had managed to back her into a corner.
Ben Solo flashed the young woman a confident, knowing smirk. He finally had his beautiful pupil right where he wanted her. The Professor had won this frantic game of cat and mouse.
"Because if you struck me down now," Ben breathed as he placed his large hands to either side of the girl's head, "you would never know what it's like to be fucked properly. To have your every desire fulfilled. Rey, I'm the only man that can give you what you need. So, stop fighting...and give in."
A small gasp escaped Rey's lips as she absorbed Ben's wanton words. Never before had she wanted anything so badly. To know how it felt—the feeling of this man pressed against her warm body.
Deep down, she knew that Professor Solo was right. He was the only one that could satisfy the sharp need stirring deep within her belly. Without giving it a second thought, the girl dropped her weapon. Making a loud thud, it landed on the creaky floors and rolled to a stop.
Parting her lips, Rey whispered, "Fine." She would allow herself to do exactly as her Professor demanded.
"Fine? Try that again," he commanded.
"Y...yes, Sir," Rey stuttered. Her voice shook as she felt Ben's right hand glide across the front of her button-up shirt.
"Ah, see… that wasn't so hard, was it Ms. Kenobi?" Ben asked nonchalantly. He may have been calm and collected on the outside, but inside he was a ravenous beast—waiting to devour this young woman.
With a slight wave of his hand, the top button of her shirt popped open. Rey gasped in surprise, as the next two buttons opened on their own.
"Oh, God… what are you?" Rey choked, shutting her eyes. Truthfully, she didn't even care at this point. It was only a dream after all.
"Don't you already know?" Ben hissed, leaning in closer. "You found the sword… clearly you must have some idea." Planting a sharp kiss along her neck, he made Rey beg for more.
"I should have known," Rey stammered. "I should have known that the devil would come disguised as an attractive man." At that very moment, Rey felt an invisible Force taking control of her hands and wrists. Before she could protest, her hands were pinned against the stone wall.
"The devil?" Ben laughed. "I'm not the devil—not quite, anyway. You've made it this far, sweetheart. You know the truth… what I really am."
Not giving the girl time to respond, Ben pulled the right cup of her cotton bra downward in one swift motion—freeing her tanned breast from its confines. Rey gasped loudly, but made no move to stop him. The professor had spent many nights wondering how his student's nipple would feel between his teeth. He couldn't wait to satisfy his curiosity.
Giving Rey's shocked face one last heated stare, Ben leaned down. He ran the tip of his tongue across her pink nub, lapping soft strokes back and forth. Over and over he circled her nipple until Rey mewled like a helpless kitten. Grinning against her wet skin, Professor Solo sucked her hardened nipple into his mouth. He bit down just hard enough to cause Rey to arch beneath him.
"Ah!" Rey squealed. She craved for more and needed to touch his body. "Ben, please," she begged.
Flicking his eyes upward, Professor Solo released the invisible hold on her wrists. He knew what she desired and was feeling more than generous. Instinctively, Rey brought her hands to Ben's broad shoulders; her thin fingers clawed at the smooth fabric of his shirt.
"More...please…please!"
Chuckling to himself, Ben moved his free hand to the hem of Rey's blue and green plaid skirt. The sharp sound of Rey inhaling was all the permission he needed. His strong, confident fingers worked their way between her shaky thighs. Had he known Rey was this eager for his touch, he would've captured her weeks earlier. She was making things far too easy.
Eventually, he would teach his student patience… but today was not that day. Ben needed Rey just as badly as she needed him.
Rey closed her eyes tightly and gulped in a mouthful of air. Curling her fingers through Ben's dark mane, he gently stroked her dripping cunt—running his fingers along her thin panties. While the girl was no stranger to the touch of a man, there was something about the way her Professor was teasing her. Ben could set her body on fire; it was unlike anything Rey had felt before.
She couldn't help but lewdly rock her hips, as Ben pushed her panties aside. He grunted in appreciation, running the tip of his long middle finger between her bare pussy lips.
Tugging her nipple between his jagged teeth, Ben pressed his finger deeper into Rey's slick folds. Growling triumphantly, he felt her warm arousal coat his digits. They had only just started and Rey was drenched from her evident need. Suddenly, the Professor's mouth began to water. He wondered how his student would taste.
Needing to know the answer, Ben let her firm breast slip from his lips. Like a Knight from a fairytale, he dropped to one knee. In a fluid motion, he urged her legs to part; allowing himself to settle between her thighs.
Snapping her eyes open, Rey wondered what he was doing. Her hands drifted to her pleated skirt and lifted the hem upwards. This granted her a clear view of Ben's actions. Having such a strong, powerful man looking at her sex, as if she was some sort of priceless treasure… it was almost too much to bare. Rey couldn't believe it was truly happening. That was until, she felt her Professor tug her panties from her body and lift her left leg over his defined shoulder.
"Oh… ohhh… fuck," Rey moaned as she felt Ben's hot breath on her hairless pussy.
"Mmm… no. Not yet, Ms. Kenobi. Right now, I'm going to lick this pretty little cunt of yours until you cum on my tongue. Then maybe—just maybe—if you're a good girl, then we can fuck," Ben promised. Without another word he began worshiping Rey with his mouth.
Unable to form a coherent thought, Rey pressed the back of her head against the stone wall behind her and gripped the wool fabric of her skirt tightly in her hands. She could feel her body winding up in delicious anticipation, causing the skin of her belly to pebble and a sharp shiver to run down the length of her spine. It had been ages since the girl had received pleasure...but it never felt like this. The mere sight of her Professor nuzzling her thigh was almost enough to send her careening off the cliff of her release.
Skimming a series of featherlight kisses over Rey's sensitive skin, Ben pulled back his full lips and without warning, sank his teeth into the fleshy part of the girl's inner thigh; eliciting a loud cry from his panting student. Waiting until he had left a lasting mark, Professor Solo soothed the wound with his tongue.
Rey sobbed for more, twisting her hips to grant him better access. Listening to his lover, Ben's tongue made a line straight for her aching cunt. He started from the back, licking between her folds and finally circling around her clit.
With a cry, Rey bucked into his mouth. She had never experienced pleasure like this. Her sensitive bundle was sucked hard against his teeth.
"Look at me," Ben demanded. His voice echoed in her mind and at first, Rey thought it was just her imagination.
"Look at me," his deep voice invaded again. Ben's words barely registered, as he twirled his tongue around her clit over and over.
Rey's glossy eyes opened, but she couldn't keep them open for long. Ben snapped his brows together, staring into her soul. The determined expression on his face sent her climbing towards a steep drop. She was so very close.
And that's when it happened. From out of Ben's shoulder blades, extended two gigantic wings. They resembled eagle's wings, but they were jet black. Rey blinked and did a double-take, noticing that they shimmered blue in the light. Gasping loudly, Rey couldn't believe the sight before her. Ben growled deeply and reached up—cupping a hand over her mouth.
That pushed her over the edge. Seeing spots, Rey cried into his palm and fingers. Her entire body jerked violently. Rey came into his mouth, using her calf to pull his chin and nose even deeper. Riding the tremors out, Ben refused to stop his oral assault. It wasn't until Rey pushed him away, that he finally backed off.
With a devilish grin, Ben licked his lips. Rey slumped forward, resting against his sturdy frame. Breathing heavily, the young woman kept her eyes shut. She was content to stay in this position; enjoying the embrace. Slowly coming back down to earth, Rey giggled.
Professor Solo chuckled too and held Rey until the dream faded away.
"You in there, Rey?" Finn called out, after banging on the door to B-8 again. He felt like an idiot, standing out in the hallway for so long. Finn knew that he should have given up and left by now; he didn't want people to think that he was harassing Rey.
Boys weren't even suppose to be in the East Wing dormitories, but Finn and Poe often swung by to pick up their friend.
"Hey, Finn!" Poe shouted from the hallway entrance. Looking shifty eyed, he tried to keep his voice from carrying—but that didn't work out so well. "Maybe Rey's not in there. She could have been feeling better today… gone into the city with Clare; robbed a bank… started a Mariachi band... who knows."
Finn rubbed his chin and burst into laughter. "You're probably right," he relented.
"Come on, super star," Poe said with a chuckle and wave. "The tables are gonna get snatched up if we don't hustle."
Taking one last look at Rey's door, Finn reluctantly joined his friend's side. Wherever Rey was, he hoped that she was having a good time. She deserved a night of fun.
"It's not like Rey would miss two days of school," Poe added. "We'll see her on Monday."
The hallway grew quiet again, as the boy's voices trailed off.
After a few silent beats, the door to B-8 creaked open. With a heavy sigh, Rey rested her head against the frame. Looking out into the empty hallway, she silently scolded herself. Rey hated doing this; avoiding her best friends. The truth was, she wasn't sure how to handle Finn and Poe at the moment.
Needing some space, Rey had been avoiding the boys all weekend. But staying cooped up in the dorm, had only left her feeling stir crazy. The past few days weren't relaxing at all. And the lack of sleep, was really just the tip of the iceberg.
"Alright," Rey inhaled; it was finally time. The frustrated teenager needed some advice. Grabbing her jacket and scarf, Rey ended her brief stint in solitary confinement. She had an appointment with the one person on campus whom she trusted the most; Headmistress Leia Organa.
A/N: First, I have to thank my wonderful girlfriend and fandom writer, CoraRiley. She absolutely saved the start of this story. The first chapter wasn't working and it needed a much more compelling opening. I can't thank her enough. Plus, she was brave enough to voice her real opinion, which isn't always easy when your critiquing a loved one. This will be a very interesting take on Reylo fic, as Rey and her Professor get closer and develop a real Bond. I hope you all enjoy what's to follow.