Chapter 2: More Than I Dreamed

The sunlight glistens off the Naboo lakeside castle as Rey and Ben approach. Suddenly, Ben sweeps Rey off her feet, so that she lets out a surprised squeal. He grandly carries her inside.

"I'm nothing if not traditional," Ben smiles down at her.

"Says the man who once wanted to let the past die," Rey muses.

Ben kicks the door in with his foot. "Welcome home... Mrs. Solo."

Rey beams and kisses him. "Say my new name again," she whispers against his lips.

Ben's smile looks like it is in danger of breaking his face. "Mrs. Solo," and every syllable drips with bliss. He reverently deposits his bride on the bed and clambers on top of her. Kissing her again and again, he begins to slowly undress her. At last, Rey's bridal gown is off, followed quickly by her undergarments. She now lies in all her glory before him.

An almost stunned Ben hesitantly reaches out to touch her, as if he is afraid she might break. Or disappear entirely. "You're beautiful, you know. More than I dreamed."

Rey feels her face grow hot as she bites her lip in a frown. She glances down at her waifish figure. Even after several months of good eating with the Resistance, there are parts of her that are still all skin-and-bones. Her breasts are not as voluptuous as they are on women of other worlds; in fact, she finds them quite flat. And the bushy rat's nest that she believes to be her womanhood... He'll think it's ugly or it's gross. "No, I'm not," she mumbles.

Ben lifts her chin with his finger, to make sure she looks him in the face. "You are," and his voice is filled with soft fire.

Rey's breath hitches and she gazes at him.

"I love you," Ben hisses, as if those are the only words he knows how to say. And as if to proof it, he suddenly brushes his... manliness up against the inside of her thigh. "You feel that? That's me - wanting you. Loving you."

Rey is stunned by how hard his anatomy feels. She can feel it straining, even after it is free from the pants that sheathe it. "Aren't you in any pain?" she asks, concerned.

Ben laughs. "Oh, believe me, it's been worse than this." And his eyes get a wistful look. "In the weeks after Crait, I would stroke myself to images of you in my head, alone in my chambers. Then, when I would cum, I would cleanse myself and imagine it was you lapping away the juices."

Rey flushes pink, gathering the courage to voice a dirty admission of her own. "I would sometimes... touch myself. When I was living on the Falcon. One night, I said your name out loud - I thought I was gonna wake up the whole Resistance!"

Ben chuckles. "My naughty little scavenger," he murmurs into her neck, and begins to kiss the freckles there. All the while, he rubs his throbbing erection up against her thigh. After a few moments, it seems as though his entire body is throbbing - and Rey is distressed to discover that it is because Ben is crying.

"What's... what's wrong?" Is he unsatisfied? Is he already bored with me?

"I just... can't believe you're real. And here. That an angel loves a monster like me!"

Rey laughs airily, followed quickly by a gasp as he sends a love bite into her skin. "I'm no angel. And you're not a monster. You're my beautiful, beautiful Ben."

Ben looks positively delighted by this testament. "Say it again," he sighs.

"Ben..." Rey groans his name.

"More... more..."

"Ben, Ben, Ben..." she babbles.

His entire body seizes up before slowly relaxing. He has come. All over the inside of her thigh. Rey can scarcely believe that the mere sound of his name on her lips would make him come undone. She can feel the stickiness coating her skin.

Ben rolls off of her, to catch his breath. After a moment's silence, he asks:

"Who told you that you were not an angel?"

Rey sits up, covering her sensitive areas so that she is hugging herself. "My parents, certainly. From what I can remember, they thought I was a burden."

Ben twists away from her suddenly, as if burned, eyes smoldering. Rey's own irises fill with concern as she watches him get up and pace the bed. "Ben...?"

"I wish I could find whatever pauper's grave they are buried in!" he suddenly spits. "I wish I could dig them up, bring them back to life, and kill them all over again! Cut them down with my lightsaber!"

Rey's gaze softens. Ah, so that's what this is about. "Ben, it's over. Everything's all right..."

"No, it's not all right!" Ben shakes with rage. "I don't think you understand! They had the treasure of the galaxy in their grasp and they threw it away with both hands!"

Rey shrugs. "To them, I was just a slave. Potential labor."

"And that's another thing!" Ben raises a finger, not finished. He is on a roll. "Being treated like thrash by that... what's his name? Udder Plop..."

"Unkar Plutt."

"Whatever. If I were still Supreme Leader, I would make whole star systems genuflect before you and call you their Queen."

Rey trills out a laugh, and stares at him, eyes full of love and yet flushed by the praise he showers upon her. "I wouldn't want to be anybody's Queen, Ben..."

"And yet here you are," and Ben kneels beside the bed. "With a man on his knees for the woman he loves. Queen over me and my heart. And long may you reign! I am your humble servant." He submits before her.

Rey grins widely. All right, she'll play along. As regally as she can manage, she extends her hand, which Ben seizes and reverently kisses.

"Very well, young man. I order you to make love to me!"

Ben eagerly clambers back on top of her, only this time, to truly make their bodies one. "Let me dwell inside of you," he murmurs through a kiss to Rey's lips. "Please."

Rey shows him mercy, and nods. Gently, inch by inch, Ben pushes into her. Tears prick at Rey's eyes from the pain, and she kisses Ben deeply to help herself through it.

Ben is gentle as he attends to her, thrusting at a steady pace that is just as consistent in each increase of speed. Rey claws at his back, her eyes wide as saucers at the pleasure building up inside of her.

"Ben... I LOVE YOU!" she screams as she tightens around him.

"Fuck, Rey! I love you! So much!" And Ben quickly follows, emptying himself within her.

He remains within her for a moment before drawing out and sitting on the edge of the bed. Rey leans herself against the mountain of pillows once more, basked in utter contentment.

Until she realizes... Oh Force...

"You don't think your... family is watching us?" She means the ghosts of the Skywalkers and Solos in the Netherworld of the Force.

Ben shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Oh God..." and Rey buries her face in her hands, mortified, her face permanently flushed.

"Hey," Ben chuckles, reaching over to rub her arms. "Han Solo... Dad is probably the only one who might not give us any privacy." The comment doesn't help, and Rey groans at the thought of her father-in-law's spirit watching her have sex with his son.

"And what about... Luke?" she thinks of the man who is now her uncle by marriage. "He blew apart an entire stone hut when he caught us just holding hands!"

"Yeah, old Skywalker never knew how to hang onto his Bantha cheese and crackers," Ben muses. "But, honestly, I think he would have struck me down by now."


It is many hours later. The sun is beginning to set over the ocean beyond. Ben is still sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the tide. Rey is lounging on the covers like a cat, still blissfully naked. She strokes the down comforter as she loses herself in her thoughts.

"Ben? Can you tell me what happened that night at the Temple?"

She sees him stiffen; feels the walls of his mind close just slightly, but not all the way, through their Bond. "I thought I told you everything you needed to know. And Sky... Uncle Luke." Rey only slightly registers that this is the first time she has ever heard him speak his uncle's first name.

"I... I need to know," she pleads. "What did you feel?"

He is deathly silent for a moment. Then:

"Scared. Betrayed. Bitter. Resigned. I knew they all thought I was a burden. That I was dangerous. I could see it in the eyes of the Padawans I cut down. In Luke's eyes as he tried to murder me in my sleep. My parents. And yet... that night was peaceful. I'll never forget how the stars looked. I gazed up into the sky... I could see every last one of them twinkling. I could even see one of the neighboring planets of Ahch-To, and it was so... beautiful, Rey. The flames... from the Temple... just made them shine all the brighter. I couldn't tell where space ended and the earth began."

Rey gently scoots closer, rubbing a hand along Ben's arm as she processes the memories he shares. Probing into the Bond, she can see it all just as he has described. She glances up into his face and smiles gently.

"I love you," she says simply.

He beams at her adoringly. "I know."