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Summary: Ben has known Rey most of her life, but when things change between them one tumultuous night, can he convince her that they have a future? Or will secret legacies, scheming parents, and fetching suitors get in the way?

Parings: Rey and Kylo Ren/Ben Solo [Reylo] [ReyBen]

Continuity: British Regency AU

A/N: Sorry for the wait, friends, I haven't been feeling very inspired lately. The Tumblr apocalypse and subsequent drop in activity has got me down. On the bright side, this story is now going to be a three-parter. This chapter was getting really long, so I decided to split it up. Enjoy!

Special Thanks: TheLoneRebels 2.0 / ToughSpirit (x2!) / Talizinha / Anoha / vampirebooklover09 / Shadow and Moonlight / Jiniyara

The Politics of Dancing
Part II
By: sushigirlali

London, December 1818

Peering over the rim of her crystal wine glass, Rey slowly sipped the sweet red liquid in lieu of answering Lady Shara Bey's probing questions. Poe's mother could be a little pushy, but Rey was too used to Leia's brand of brazen self-confidence to be excessively offended by her lack of tact.

"Really, my dear, you must come visit Yavin after the new year," Shara simpered. "We have the most picturesque landscapes and historical homes, not to mention a great number of fashionable neighbors to dine with."

"Thank you for the invitation, but my father and I have plans to stay in town through Easter," Rey said noncommittally, finishing her glass and signaling Artoo for another. I wonder if anyone would notice if I just kept the bottle. "Maybe another time, though," she added, not wanting to sound ungrateful.

Appearing disappointed but not discouraged, Shara tried a new approach. "Did you know my son was recently titled Viscount of Yavin? His father will retain the title of Earl until his death, at which point the name will be bestowed upon Poe."

Rey slanted her friend a look, trying not to laugh at his pained expression. "Congratulations, my lord."

"He's also incredible marksman, you know. I don't think I've ever seen his equal. In these dangerous times, it would certainly be reassuring to have someone as capable as him by your—"

"Rey can shoot just as well as any man," Poe interrupted brusquely. "So, I don't think she's in need of a protector."

"And what would you know about the needs of women?" Shara snapped, putting Poe on the defensive.

"Mother, can we not—"

Covering her friend's hand where it rested on the table, Rey stepped in to head off a confrontation. "Poe understands me quite well, and I him, so there's no need to be insulting, madam. He's a credit to your house, whether you want to acknowledge it or not."

Lady Bey rounded on Rey, but their hostess cut her off before she could make a retort.

"Shara, would you mind switching seats with my husband?" Leia requested, seeming to materialize out of thin air. "I would so love to catch up with you."

Leia's tone was friendly, but her steely gaze made it clear that she wasn't asking.

"I—yes, Leia, that would be lovely," Shara said stiffly, dropping her napkin as she stood. "If you'll excuse me, Lady Niima." She gave her son a small nod. "Poe, I'm…I'll see you later."

He inclined his head, but didn't speak again until she was out of earshot. "Thanks, Rey," he said under his breath.

"No problem," she returned, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

Following Leia and Shara's progress toward the head of the table, Rey was unsurprised to find Ben staring in her direction. What did surprise her, however, was the automatic rush of heat that raced up her spine just from making eye contact with the man.

Tilting her head, Rey studied his unique features, admiring the way his inky black hair fell wild around his pale face, the silky strands sticking out at odd angles were her searching fingers had sifted through them earlier. He wasn't classically handsome, not in the way Poe was, but Rey found his too large ears and deep-set eyes and slightly crooked nose ridiculously tempting.

Not to mention that scar, she hummed, tracing the faded mark with appreciative hazel orbs.

He'd been a hellraiser in his youth, and she'd idolized him because of it. So many society men were afraid to be themselves, to be real, but not Ben Solo. He was outspoken and honest, even when he probably shouldn't be. If she'd been a man, Rey liked to think that she would have followed in Ben's footsteps.

Well, maybe not literally, she allowed, sizing him up. His height and build were so far out of the norm that he stood out in any room. Especially tonight.

Ben looked dashing in his neatly tailored black coat and trousers, the custom-made vestments showing off his long legs and broad shoulders to perfection. Still, Rey couldn't help but picture his powerful body stripped of all finery on black sheets, just the way she'd seen him last night.

So manly, so beautiful…

The longer she surveyed him, the more she wanted to crawl across the table and slide into his lap; to feel his thickly muscled arms wrapped around her again as she devoured those sinfully full lips…

Get ahold of yourself, Rey! she chided, feeling her nipples stiffen behind the thin fabric of her chemise. Now is not the time to be letting your imagination run wild!

But it was too late. As if sensing her wicked thoughts, Ben's dark gaze fell to her breasts, scraping across her taut peaks like he owned them. Why did I decide to forego a corset again? Cursing her lack of appropriate undergarments, Rey crossed her arms and prayed that he was the only one who'd noticed her wanton behavior.

Stop looking at me like that, she mouthed, fighting down the heat rising in her cheeks.

No, he replied with a smug smile, obviously amused by her blatant response.

Why, you—

"Hey, kid!"

Rey jumped as Han dropped into Lady Bey's empty seat. "Uncle!"

"Sorry about that," Han chortled, patting her on the shoulder, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's quite alright, sir," she said, playfully wrinkling her nose at him. Maybe I should tie a bell around your neck just in case, though. That's twice now you've snuck up on me tonight, a third time could be disastrous.

"And you, Lord Dameron, how is your evening going?" Han courteously inquired.

"Whatever the opposite of festive is," Poe deadpanned, lifting his glass in salute.

"Yes, the atmosphere is rather tense for a yuletide celebration," Han said jovially, reaching past Rey to click his glass against the Viscount's. "I apologize for any consternation you might have felt due to my wife's meddling. She can be a bit overzealous when it comes to the art of matchmaking." He threw a wink at Rey. "Especially where my darling niece is concerned."

"Uncle," she groaned, "not you too!"

"Now, now, Rey, I just think—" Han stopped short as See-Threepio dragged a serving cart laden with at least five different cuts of meat and several sauces into the room. "I just think we should talk about this after dinner. Heaven forbid we let all this incredible food go to waste!"

Saved by the second course! Rey thought irreverently. Good thing Han prefers food to lectures…

Gripping his goblet tightly enough to shatter it, Ben glared at the perfect picture his lover made sitting next to Lord Dameron: her pretty white dress and sun-kissed complexion playing nicely off his black hair and formal attire. Rey and the newly appointed Viscount looked good together and he hated it.

Since when are they more than mere acquaintances, anyway? he sulked, annoyed by how well they seemed to be getting on. What could they possibly have in common? Ben's brow furrowed as Rey slid her hand over Dameron's. And why the hell is she touching him?!

While they weren't enemies per se, the older man had been a thorn in his side since university. Popular more for his personality than his wealth, something Ben had always been sensitive about, Poe had been his rival in everything from fencing to making friends, but up until tonight, they'd never pursued the same woman.

First Johnson, now Dameron, Ben frowned. Is Rey friendly with every eligible bachelor in the county? How many other men do I have to compete with?

Unused to feeling anything but supreme confidence, Ben tried to reign in his riotous emotions. It wasn't Rey's fault that he'd been supplanted as her dinner date, after all, that honor belonged to his interfering mother. Having long given up trying to arrange the love life of her only son, it appeared that Leia had moved onto her niece. Unfortunately for the Skywalker matriarch, Rey had a mind of her own.

Good luck, mother. That little spitfire has an independent streak a mile wide and I very much doubt you'll be able to exert influence over any facet of her life. Ben took a thoughtful swig of ale. Besides, Rey would never allow herself to be bullied into anyone's bed. She's always been adamant that only the deepest love would induce her into…into…oh!

All at once, Ben realized that sneaking into his room had been a declaration of sorts, an admittance of Rey's feelings and intentions toward him. At the time, he'd been too eager to possess her to pick up on the significance of her actions, but now, recalling the way Rey's beautiful body had tangled with his, practically shouting how much she loved him, Ben felt like a fool for not being more perceptive.

We made love from one side of the room to the other, locked together for endless hours in our own little world and yet, somehow, I failed to see the sentiment behind her surrender. Ben marveled at his own stupidity. But what does she want long-term? To become my mistress? My wife? Or was last night just a passing fancy?

He supposed he should be wary of getting in too deep too fast, but he wasn't. Beyond her boldness in the bedroom, Rey's jealousy on the dance floor and subsequent ardor on the veranda gave credence to the notion that she felt more than simple desire for him.

Is this love then? he mused. It could be. We're good together. Ben paused. No, better than good. We're fantastic together. Amazing, even. Hell, we barely took time to breath let alone consider the consequences, and I…I…oh, shite! Ben cursed as realization struck. I completely neglected to take precautions with her!

Regardless of who bewitched whom, Rey had come to his bed untouched, putting the onus on him to protect her from potential repercussions. But he hadn't; he'd put her at risk. She could be carrying my child even now. I want her, but am I ready for that kind of responsibility? he wondered.

Only vaguely aware of his mother standing up beside him and moving around the table to speak with Lady Bey, Ben allowed himself to envision what life would be like with Rey by his side. They could ride together, like when they were younger, read to each other in the library, have hours long discussions over dinner…and make love every night. There was so much he could teach her, so much she could teach him…and if she was pregnant, well…

The more he mulled over the idea, the less terrifying the prospect of fatherhood became. We might have twins, a boy to going shooting with Rey and a girl to practice calligraphy with me. They'd have freckled cheeks and dark hair and big hazel eyes…

As the appealing image formed in his mind, Ben decided that irrespective of what his mother or Luke had in mind, the only way Rey was getting engaged to someone other than him this holiday season was over his dead body.

For as long as she'd known Ben Solo, he'd never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. But in the past few hours, he'd admitted to being jealous of Finn, nearly seduced her on the dance floor and then on the patio, and now he was giving Poe dark looks as well.

What is going on? Rey stared down at her plate, pushing her venison around without really seeing it. It's not like we're engaged or anything, and he hasn't once mentioned love, so why is he acting so territorial? I need to get him alone again and—

"I wonder what's wrong with Lord Ren this evening," Poe said, voicing her concerns.

Rey schooled her features, hoping no one else had noticed Ben's strange behavior. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Don't you? Ren looks like he's contemplating murder every time he glances in my direction. Have I done something wrong or is the wild mushroom soup not to his liking?" he inquired.

"Well, he does hate mushrooms," she said drolly. I'm not sure how he feels about you, though.

"I'll just assume the soup is the most likely culprit, then," Poe chuckled. "What a relief! I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of my old schoolmate; he's a real fire-eater."

"You have no idea," Rey mumbled, knowing full well how it felt to burn up in Ben's arms.

Something in her tone must have given her away because Poe looked suddenly suspicious. "Is there something you want to tell me about you and Lord Ren?"

"There's nothing to tell," she denied, glad that Han appeared to be lost in conversation with Baroness Kanata. Please, keep him busy for me, Maz, because I don't think Poe is going to let this go.

"No? Judging by your behavior, and Ren's, there seems to have been a development in your relationship since the last time we spoke," he said speculatively.

"You're just imagining things," Rey gulped, reaching for her wine. He's definitely not going to let this go.

"Careful, love," Poe cautioned, gently steadying her hand to keep her from knocking over the nearly full glass of claret.

"Thanks," she said sheepishly, setting it down again without taking a sip.

"You're welcome." Then, more seriously, "Even if you don't want to tell me now, just know that you can always confide in me, Rey. I'm no gossip."

"I know," she replied solemnly. "You've trusted me with so much about your own life, but I—I'm scared. I did something brash last night, something that could have lasting consequences..."

"Rey, I'm sure whatever you did is—"

"I seduced Ben," Rey confessed in a rush. "I don't know what came over me, but I went into his room and took my nightgown off and I—we—and it was wonderful—but now he's acting strange and possessive and I don't know what to do!"

Poe hid it well, but she could tell that she'd shocked him. "You went to him?"

Rey squared her shoulders, determined to take responsibility for her actions. "I did."

"And he didn't turn you away?" he said in surprise.

She shook her head, puzzled. "Should he have?"

"Not necessarily," Poe said without judgement. "Ren must want you very much to risk being ostracized by his own family, though."

"How do you mean?"

"I can't imagine Lord Skywalker will be pleased that his nephew deflowered his adoptive daughter," he said bluntly.

"But it wasn't Ben's fault!" she protested. "I seduced him, remember?!"

"Rey, Ren is a man. An experienced man, at that. I can assure you that it will matter very little to your father whether you initiated the situation or not," Poe said plainly. "Skywalker may not be very traditional, but he's still your guardian."

"Oh, I…hadn't thought about it that way," Rey grimaced. "What should I do then? I can't imagine not seeing Ben anymore, but I don't want to hurt Luke either."

"As long as you're discreet, I wouldn't worry about it too much about it for now," he offered. "Your father doesn't strike me as particularly perceptive when it comes to matters of the heart."

"No, he's not," she agreed. "There's always been something between Ben and I, a special connection as it were, but I don't think Luke has ever noticed." Rey relaxed a little. "Thanks, Poe."

He waved away her gratitude, looking mischievous. "So…" he muttered, leaning close, "did you enjoy yourself?"

"That's none of your business!" she blushed, surveying the table to make sure no one was listening, least of all her wayward relatives.

"Of course it's not," Poe conceded, lowering his voice. "But did you?"

Rey bit her lip, vacillating on whether or not she should answer.

"Oh, come on, it's not like I'm going to repeat anything you say, no matter how raunchy."

"I know you won't," she sighed, playing along. "Alright, yes. I enjoyed myself. Immensely."

"And he didn't hurt you?"

"No!" she exclaimed. "No, the experience was…umm…satisfying."

"Good."

"Is that all?" Rey said sarcastically. "Any other personal details you'd like to know?"

"Just one," he said dryly. "Do you want to sleep with him again?"

"Poe!"

"In for a penny, in for a pound?" he grinned.

"Well, I—I wouldn't say no," she stammered.

"And what about him? Do you think he still wants you too?"

"I don't know," she said evasively.

"Rey."

"Maybe?"

"You don't know?" he teased. "I could always go ask Ren directly, I suppose."

"Don't you dare!" she yelped. "Yes, okay?! Happy now?"

"Are you?" Poe asked rather pointedly.

Rey was quite for a moment, caught off-guard. "You know, I think I am," she said in amazement. "I think Ben's wanted me for a long time; maybe even as long as I've wanted him. He was careful to never let on, you see, but by the way he performed last night…"

"Then you know what you have to do," he said with a playful wink.

"I do?" she said bemusedly.

"Really, Rey?" Poe rolled his eyes. "If you'd like to continue your…relationship, I suggest you ask Lord Ren to make an honest woman out of you first."

"Marriage?" she gasped.

"Is there another word for satisfying your natural urges without societal contempt?"

"But I'm nobody," Rey asserted. "Why would Ben want to marry me?"

"Don't sell yourself short," he said sternly. "Earl Johnson said you've been made Luke's legal heir. If that doesn't make you more attractive on the marital market, I don't know what will."

"But I don't want him—or anyone—to fancy me simply because I may or may not be inheriting a fortune," she frowned. "And I really do wish Finn would stop spreading that rumor around. I haven't even discussed it with—"

Rey stopped speaking as Artoo came around to remove their dinner plates and set the table for dessert.

"Buck up, darling." Poe pushed back his chair. "You've always felt a special connection with Ren, right? I'm sure he feels it too."

"Perhaps, but where are you going," she said sharply.

"The loo," he laughed. "Sorry, love, but nature calls."

Rey worried her lip. "But what if Ben approaches me while you're gone?"

"I'm sure you can handle him, Rey. You're no shrinking violet."

"I know," she snorted. "It's just…he makes me so crazy sometimes that I want to—"

"Kiss him? Marry him? Bear his children?"

"Now that would be telling."

A/N: I'm actually kind of hoping that the title to EPIX is such a spoiler that they're not even going to tell us what it is! I don't know, I just think it would be super exciting to go into the movie with a little surprise dropped into the title scrawl XD Thanks for reading! Please review!