Commemoration

There will be more story to this story in the next chapter, but for now, they have a private room, some uninterrupted time, and they just want to get in each other's pants.

Rey looked Kylo Ren up and down and frowned. "You know, it's not fair that I'm wearing practically nothing and you're in that."

"I don't mind it."

"Yeah? Well I do. So how about you strip down to a similar state of undress."

"Excuse me?"

She pointed a finger up and down his body. "Off-y clothes-y."

He made no move to remove anything.

Her eyebrows came together, and she held out a hand, power humming in her fingers. "You can do it or I can, and I assume you'd like to be able to reuse your clothes tomorrow?"

"Fine. Fair's fair." He removed his cape, belt, tunic, boots – everything except his pants. "Better?"

Her lip curved up in a smirk. "Much." She stepped toward him, running her hands over his bare chest, feeling his muscles, his scars, leaning against him and inhaling the scent of his skin, sliding her hands down.

She wanted him. Now. She fumbled with his zipper.

He caught her wrists. "Patience. We don't have to hurry this time. Would you like a drink?"

She took a deep breath, steadied herself. "Okay."

He poured something gold and shimmery into two small glasses. "Kyrf," he said, handing one to her. "Made from a fruit grown only on a single plantation on a single planet. Very rare, very strong." Like you.

He downed the entire glass in one swift movement. She did the same. Liquid fire ran down her throat, into her stomach, spread through her veins. It was smooth and sweet – no, not sweet – something beyond that. Nothing like the cheap, sharp home-brewed concoction she had tried a few times on Jakku or the yeasty ale the Resistance pilots liked. It eased her inhibitions and heightened her senses, and made her even more aware of the hot throbbing between her legs.

He was looking at her, his eyes dark. She knew he felt it. She felt his arousal, too, felt that pent up need inside him. Have we waited long enough?

Too long.

Good. I want you in me.

He grabbed her, kissing her roughly, tugging at her clothes and dragging them off her body. Do you know what it does to me when you say things like that?

Yes.

With a quick swoop, he had her in his arms, just like he had that first day – except this time she was awake, moving in his arms, eager for his touch. This is much better.

Huh?

Oh, right. You wouldn't remember. That first day, here, I carried you to my ship just like this.

Like this?

Well, not naked, obviously. But cradled in my arms.

Oh. She wasn't sure what to make of that. Why not slung over his shoulder, or dragged by Stromtroopers?

I - don't really know. I wanted to - to hold you. To - I don't even know. I was drawn to you. It was impulsive, and unlike me and honestly, I regretted it - you were so small and soft and vulnerable, and it felt - inappropriate. I would never...it was too intimate, holding you like that...

She smiled and put a finger on his lips. Shhh. I know. She couldn't imagine any touch that was too intimate from him now. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips, meeting hers as they collapsed onto the bed, so soft and luxurious. The comfort of it was ridiculous, so different from the other places they had done this.

His kisses trailed down her neck, growing more insistent, and his hands were on her breasts, her stomach, sliding between her legs, between her folds; he shuddered as he felt her wetness, and she moaned. His fingers slid back and forth over her clit, slowly at first, then faster, and when he knew she was ready he slid a long finger inside her, then another when she sent him an insistent command of MORE. He bit her shoulder, the slight pain making the pleasure everywhere else more intense.

He managed to discard his pants, and she wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking slowly up and down, as his fingers slid in and out of her, finally slipping back up to her clit, circling, teasing until he could hear her pleading over the bond. Then he trailed kisses down her body, pressed her legs apart and started licking and nibbling his way up her thighs until his tongue reached up and tasted her.

You're delicious.

She cried out, aching for more. His tongue found her clit, and she gasped as he flicked it up and down, faster and faster, knowing exactly what she wanted. The tension grew, and she was only peripherally aware that small items around the room had begun to levitate. It didn't take long until she felt the now familiar tensing, tensing and then a release that radiated out in waves, and she threw her head back and screamed, and then everything fell to the floor as she fell away, away, clutching his hair and his hand that she hadn't realized she had grabbed, their fingers twined together, gripping hard. She shuddered as the last wave washed over her, and then she was still, panting, and he was still, too, his head resting on her stomach until she could breathe again.

He looked up at her, eyes dark with lust, and crawled up her body, until he could reach her mouth, and he kissed her, his lips tasting like her, and a primitive possessive pride ran though her. He was hers; her smell, her taste on him.

His expression was predatory. She started to slide down, to take him in her mouth, but he stopped her. "Not now. Later, I want your mouth on my cock but right now I wouldn't last if you did that. And I need to take you, I need to fuck you, I need to show you…" that you're mine.

She shivered. I am yours.

Yes. He rubbed his cock on her folds, brushing against her. She could feel his need, how he was about to explode with just that contact.

Go ahead. I'm so ready.

She felt relief from him, that he wouldn't have to wait, that he wouldn't be denied any longer, and he gripped her ankles and held her legs up as she guided him inside her. He plunged into her, only halfway, trying to go slow at first so as not to hurt her, then losing that small amount of control as he felt how wet and ready she truly was, pounding into her, incessant, relentless. She pressed her feet against his shoulders, increasing the pressure. He reached over, kissed her ankle, then raked his hands down her legs, spreading her thighs so he was fully on top of her and she could feel his whole length buried in her, the thought I need coming across the bond at each stroke, louder and faster and more ragged. She felt his release as he did, hot and wet inside her and exploding in waves of chaotic emotion and pleasure and desperation in her mind and sending a chair skittering across the floor with a wave of energy that he didn't bother to try to contain.

He collapsed on top of her, panting, clinging to her, his hair damp with sweat.

We'll go slower next time, he promised, and she nodded, her muscles rubbery, knowing he felt the same way. He rolled off her, onto his back, and she turned on her side, draping an arm over him.

"Do you need anything?"

She sighed. "Nap now. Food later." She curled into him, her arm over his chest, her leg over his, close, so close. She had never slept like this – touching someone, being held. It soothed the lonely little girl inside of her. He stroked her hair, held her tighter.

You're not alone anymore. It was just a whisper of a thought over the bond before she felt him drift to sleep, but her mind curled around those words like her body curled around his.