Chapter 9: Jesus-fucking-Christ Ben!
From enemies to friends, to friends to an unrequited lover. In Rey's perspective, that's where her relationship with Ben stood.
The lawyer was finally discharged from the hospital and Rey was the busiest person in the room. She had to handle everything. From the discharge papers, to assisting Ben all the way to his larger-than-life condominium unit.
It was exhausting, but the hustle kept the detective preoccupied. She momentarily forgot that stint with the alluring black haired female lawyer. All she could think about was taking care of Ben. Every distressed grunt, every painful movement made by the injured man was never unnoticed by Rey, assisting him always to the point that it looked like she was latching onto him on purpose.
That's not what's on her mind, not consciously at least. But at the back of her head, she was morbidly jealous of Olivia. The woman clad in a blood red body fitting dress was able to kiss Ben deliberately. While Rey, well, she had to settle for that anesthesia induced smooch. She was practically losing to Olivia, if they were vying for Ben's attention. At least now she has leverage because after all, that Olivia chick isn't the one who's taking care of him.
Rey remained underneath Kylo's underarm. Her small shoulders provided support for the injured lawyer as she steadied him. She wrapped one of her arms around his hips while her other hand interlaced with his, his muscular (not to mention heavy) arm resting on her shoulder.
The elevator ride towards Kylo's floor was airconditioned, yet Rey was perspiring like crazy. Ben was big and heavy, and supporting him to walk was no easy feat. Sometimes the lawyer would look down her way with worried eyes, telling her that there's no need to support him like that; that he can walk fine. But Rey would only grin, clutching him tighter on the waist, not wanting to let go.
As for the lawyer, Ben did not put much of a fight convincing Rey to let him go. He was, clearly enjoying the interaction. He loved the way that they are close to each other like this; how her arm was tightly wrapped on his waist; how he was practically holding her hand, fingers interlocked with one another as if they were lovers. Sometimes he would catch himself midway of cracking a smile, before shutting his lips tight.
At one point, Ben was enjoying himself too much that he deliberately grunted, pretending to feel pain just to see how Rey would react. The detective did not disappoint. A signal of distress from Ben sent her running. Her hazel eyes growing big, glistening with so much concern that she was almost too unbearably cute — like a true cinnamon roll. But his enjoyment did not last long. He became worried for the well-being of the detective whose exhaustion was obvious and apparent at taking care of him.
Rey's concern for him reached another level as soon as she assisted him to sit on his bed. Ben wanted to change into a more comfortable clothing. Although he did not voice out the need, one glance at the boxer-short and the clean white shirt neatly placed on the edge of his cushions, the detective got his intention.
It was a habit of his, every time he goes out for work he promptly readies his change of clothes almost immediately. Maybe he was too lazy to pull drawers every time he goes home, but whatever. It had been there for almost two days now. He almost regretted looking at the piece of clothing because Rey ordered him to raise his arms up in the air.
Ben did, obediently raised his arms without first blushing embarrassingly. Removing his shirt was no problem. It doesn't in any way strain his torso not like if he bends or twists. But the detective was already removing the shirt he was wearing, her fingers sliding upwards from his sides, the sensation of it all sent shivers down his spine. His mind swirled in the possibility of her taking his clothes again in a sensual setting.
He glanced at her momentarily, thinking that he was the only one flustered by the whole thing. His thoughts then drifted to Olivia, on how Rey and him were so preoccupied that he nearly forgot that he needed to clarify the matter.
But Rey doesn't seem to be bothered by the incident or the fact that she was stripping him. After she was done replacing Kylo's top, she ordered him to stand up.
Ben absentmindedly did as he was told, his mind now far away from whatever's currently happening. He was thinking of how to explain things to Rey; the proper words to be used, its context, and overall not sounding like he was some sex machine, hungry for the mere sensation of intercourse and not anything else.
He sighed. How hard is it to explain? He's a four-time valedictorian, a well-known lawyer with a verbose vocabulary, not to mention best when it comes to litigation, and an articulate member of the bar.
The lawyer was too absorbed on conjecturing his explanation that he didn't notice that Rey began to crouch down. She began to hold the hem of his trouser pants, unlatching its buttons, zipping his fly open before she went kneeling and slid his pants down, exposing his black boxer-briefs.
A eureka moment finally stroked Ben. "I'm single." He said to her as he looked down to where she was.
Ben was proud with was he said. It was short, there was no need for unnecessary explanation on how Olivia was merely a fuck buddy, and it was all encompassing. Rey wouldn't have to wonder if he and Olivia were on a relationship, not to mention it will discard that kiss he received from the female lawyer earlier that day.
"What?" Rey mumbled, freezing in place.
For a while, Ben thought his voice was too weak. He cleared his throat, repeating the same sentence. "I'm single." He said louder.
The detective grimaced, her jaw dropping down while her eyes unwittingly began to latch onto his crotch before it shot up again towards his face.
Kylo watched confusedly as her face crumpled. It looked like he said something wrong, but there was nothing — oh, he just had another enlightening moment. The context, the setting, the damn situation when he said it, was highly inappropriate.
He glanced down at her, eyes bawling out in shock. He instantly become red, confused and utterly embarrassed. The way Rey kneeled down while he, mentioning that he was single appeared like it was indication, a signal for her to blow his dick.
Ben started to fidget in place. But Rey cleared her throat before lightly tapping one of his legs and ordering him to raise it. She removed his pants, still, as carefully as she could helped him put on his boxer-shorts. Whatever embarrassment Ben aroused in her, she hid as she kept her head down.
When everything had been finished, Rey brushed her knees, then awkwardly placing her hands on her waist. "I'll just get the boxes from the First Order in your car." Her tone was nonchalant, but there was a hint of crimson in her cheeks.
By the time she was inside the elevator, Rey did not repress herself. She was red all over, her ears burning as blood shot on her face. Her mind echoing Kylo's words on repeat. "I'm single." She voiced out in a squeak as she internalized his words.
"Ben-fucking-Solo is solo!" She screamed out loud. Then she giggled at the pun before covering her mouth, afraid that the noise could be heard from the outside the elevator. "Fuck yes!" She hissed happily. She couldn't hide it any longer.
Rey Kenobi was no dancer but she danced like nobody was watching. Her hands and chest pumping, her hips swaying wildly, her butt wiggling enthusiastically, as if it was her own version of a happy girl dance.
"Olivia Bennet is not her girlfriend!" She sang in a sing-song, in a quiet yet excited whisper. "Uhh yeaah!" She raised her hands, making big circles as she twirled in place, before making an idiotic version of the shimmy, an unsuccessful moonwalk before flipping an imaginary long hair, finally ending with her fists pumping in victory.
She had to take a sharp inhale just so she could calm down. But no matter how hard she practiced her serious face, she couldn't wipe that wide smile off.
All this time she thought that there was something going on between the two. But now... she has a chance! They're not together! All hope is not lost!
Olivia Bennet lost to her, Rey-fucking-Kenobi. She grinned to herself. Ha! That sexy body, that beautiful sharp face, that unusual bouncy jet black wavy curls of hers was nothing on her, a woman who hasn't showered for two whole days. And that kiss they made? Pfft. I-r-r-e-l-e-v-a-n-t.
Rey bit her lip excitedly, her fingers lightly brushing her chin. Now that Ben and her are alone together, Ben Solo is all hers for the taking. She can do anything to him without thinking of other women that will be vying for his attention. She can deliberately touch him, she can kiss him too. Not to mention do things... inappropriate things... alone with him.
Wait, that is a long shot. She frowned at the fact that her imagination was running wild again. He just told her he's single and Rey immediately jumped to the conclusion that Ben Solo is hers, ultimately skipping the part that she was only there, beside his presence, because someone has to take care of him and his injury.
She was like a nurse on duty. Taking care of him is her unspoken job. She has to be professional about it because it was for his well-being. She should not be thinking of these things.
Rey shook her head.
"He's your patient, Rey." She voiced out loud. "Your patient." She repeated.
Yup, that's what Ben Solo is to her, at least for now. And she was doing a pretty good job with her unsaid role — she fed him (although his arms are not impeded in anyway), assisted him to stand and walk (his legs are working completely fine).
She paused to contemplate. Wait, he didn't need assistance to those things. Those were things she did because she was concerned or she just enjoyed the feeling of taking care of Ben.
Rey thought of something else. Ah! A eureka moment — he helped him change his clothes. The man could not bend in any way. In that, he clearly needed assistance.
Rey bobbed her head in approval. Sooner or later, when Ben decides to take a bath, she too would have to strip him naked again, assist him in his tub or shower (but she was leaning on the fact that a filthy rich man like him definitely has a bathtub), fill the water, or even help him scrub his back and legs if he couldn't reach them in his condition.
She gulped. Strip him naked? Scrub his back? Help him bathe?
See him like, full frontal nude, penis hanging in between his thighs, not to mention... BB said something about his ass — it being related with how good he was in sex, or something like that. It would be a good opportunity to check it out.
Another gulp. This time, the saliva in her throat slid mercilessly slow, blocking her air passages that she almost choked.
He's a patient. A patient. Rey repeated.
P-a-t-i-e-n-t!
Oh dear Lord.
Then she remembered the first time she stripped him. How her eyes unwittingly landed on his crotch and it sent her flustered like crazy. Nurses don't do that shit. They're professional.
But she's not a nurse. She's a woman hopelessly in love with an injured man whom she has been taking care of.
Oh shit.
Oh no.
Oh shit.
Something in her snapped. Something opened. Intense feelings came rushing down her mind, like floodgates swinging open helplessly as currents slammed violently to it.
That rush of emotion, it was currently unknown to her. She couldn't exactly pinpoint was was going on in her mind and body.
But she was sure of one thing. Ben Solo was not just a patient. He too, is a man— an overly attractive, sexy as hell motherfucker who is arousing something unholily dormant inside her whole physicality.
But what?
—
Rey was fidgety. She was restless.
Ben is her patient. But this unknown feeling inside of her was eradicating all that.
Rey cowered down on the sofa, eyes bawling out trying to stop whatever rush of emotions she was feeling. She couldn't exactly describe the emotion but she was so sure that she had become well aware of the lawyers presence, like the whole place was shouting in her head that Ben Solo is there. And could not, because of the sheer nervousness that was punching her gut every time she gets a whiff of him, stand a few meters near him.
But the lawyer was reclining in his bed now. The boxes from the First Order were within his reach, taking out one of the random files in one of them before silently reading them.
He was wearing his glasses now, a serious and intense look plastered on his face. While he stared at the folder like it was his enemy, his breathes were calm, and Rey could see how his chest heaved lightly with every inhale. Occasionally, he would sigh, the skin in between his eyebrows creasing. Then he would place his hand on his chin, before his fingers would reach slowly towards his lower lip; that long pointing finger of his gently brushing the lower portion of his pink nicotine stained lips gently back and forth.
He was in deep thought, Rey can only observe his mannerisms. But she blinked fast, catching herself at how her gaze zeroed-in towards those thick lips of his.
There were other quirks that can be noticed but she just had to focus on his big hands and that luscious kissable lips. For example, Ben was fond of twirling the matte black fountain pen in between his fingers. He would do that before he would write down some stuff. Then, for some reason, he would place his free hand on his side, his fingers searching for a pocket that was not there. Once he realizes that, he would let out a soft frustrated sigh and would comeback to massaging his lip instead.
An oral fixation, Rey thought. One that can only be satisfied by a cigarette, or dialed down by his fingers sliding down to his lips. How can she help with that, though?Rey thought. If she kisses him would that satisfy his urges?
The detective gasped too loudly this time, before shrinking into nothingness on his sofa. There it goes again. Those unwholesome thoughts coupled by this unholy feeling.
"You okay?" Ben altogether stopped what he was doing, checking on her.
"Y..yeah." She stuttered from behind the couch. "Just thinking of dinner." She said randomly.
Dinner? But it was only 5 pm. Ben could not help but smile to himself, she was like a caring wife, taking care of her workaholic husband.
"D'you want to take a bath?" He suddenly asked her, brushing off the thoughts of matrimony. It was too farfetched. They're not even together...yet.
The inquiry finally put some sense to Rey. A while ago, her head was swirling. She was digging for some information in her brain, analyzing in the most logical and rational way this current unknown emotion. God, she was so confused to the point that she's becoming Kylo — rationalizing things? That's definitely him.
She peeked behind the sofa before answering a quick 'yes'.
She stinks. Not only that she was filthy. She hasn't showered in days, she hasn't been back to her apartment too. She sighed. Even if she wants to wash all the grime and dirt on her she has no spare clothes, no towel, nor any toiletries. "I don't have anything with me, though." She said shyly.
"You can borrow some of my clothes if you want." Ben continued.
"Please. If it's alright with you." Yey. At least she can finally bathe, Rey thought as she answered embarrassingly.
The lawyer slowly stood, albeit grunting again because of the wrong movement he suddenly did. He should learn not to bend too much because his wound was hurting.
The sound of distress sent Rey to run towards him. "I'll look for it." She said as she supported him back to sit.
"Where do you keep your clothes?" She asked.
There was a large drawer which Kylo pointed to. Rey opened it, without first blushing like an overripe tomato. Lo and behold, the drawer was where his undergarments were. She would have been amazed how manifestly organized each type of clothing were, but the sight of his briefs and boxer shorts placed her into a mind twisting sensation that the only thing she could conjure at the moment was her embarrassment.
His undergarments were arranged by type. On the left most side were his briefs. They were arranged in a column by color. The bottom part were black, in the middle were gray, at the top, were white. She wanted to giggle at the color scheme. Just like most of the suits he wore, even his underpants just had to be monochromatic.
Next in line were boxer-briefs. They were still briefs, albeit placed by Kylo in a different category. It was weird that he had to keep so many. It was as if he doesn't want to do laundry.
Maybe, Rey thought. She can't imagine him doing his laundry anyway. She wanted to laugh at the made-up situation before she remembered why she opened his drawer in the first place.
Finally, she picked one of the black undershirts that were neatly arranged beside his boxer-briefs. Then her eyes landed on his collection of (still) monochromatic shorts. She was about to pick either the grey or black colored trousers, but there was one that caught her attention.
It was odd, but there was a single piece of light blue boxer shorts. She was about to pick it simply because it was of different a different color until she gasped, blushing harder more than ever as she remembered that she saw him wear this piece of undergarment before back when she saw his erect...
Shit.
Rey without thinking any further, got a random boxer-short before slamming the drawer to a close. Her heart was beating frantically inside her chest, her mind filling up unwholesome thoughts as she remembered the events that transpired in Cindy Cole's murder case like it was yesterday.
The detective wanted to run, to melt, or disappear just so Kylo would not see how embarrassed she is. She's an adult, seeing other men's undergarments is normal. She'd seen some boxer-clad men in magazines, but no matter how much she rationalizes things, she could not brush it off, not when Kylo's morning wood was flashing before her eyes.
She froze, hugging herself with her hands, her back away from Kylo. She mustered a sneaky inhale just to calm herself down, but before she could let the air out through her mouth, she felt something touch her back. The contact sent a shocking spine-tingling sensation, like she was being doused by ice cold water. She yelped, turning around immediately just to get rid of the feeling on her back but to her surprise, Kylo's chest was blocking her view.
Too fucking close. She blushed, trying to glance away as she was going to be suffocated by the crevice of his pectoral muscles. Her next instinct was to run, but she was trapped. Trapped between the large cabinet and this large man who was making all of her blood rise on her cheeks.
Rey cringed, cowering down instinctively, shutting her eyes tight, afraid that Ben would do something, catching her off guard; to make her feelings for him pop out like a daisy after a snowy winter.
Nothing. What was she expecting? Kylo was too close to her, she could practically kiss his chest, yet nothing happened.
Rey opened one of her eyes to stealthily glance at the lawyer. He had one of his arms raised, his face was looking at something way above Rey's head. From Rey's vantage point, she could see the stubbles that started to grow under his chin, his jaw line that was very enticing to kiss; that long muscular neck she having the urge to trace. His one arm was on a stretch, and whether he was flexing them or not, his bicep and tricep protruded gorgeously, emphasizing the cuts that she would not be able to see if not for this ridiculous position. Not to mention Rey was in the clearest view of his adam's apple which was, for some reason, so freaking sexy.
She gulped. These unwholesome thoughts need to disappear stat!
"Towel." Ben casually said as he finally reached the thing that was on the highest cabinet.
"Huh?" Rey reacted like an moron. She glanced up and saw a collection of white towels neatly stacked together. How stupid of her to think that Kylo would do something to her... like touch her or kiss her again.
He was being a gentleman, dummy. Rey thought as she saw how high those cabinets were. There was no way she could reach them, considering her height.
"You okay?" Ben asked worriedly, noticing that she was red all over.
The detective snarled defensively, violently grabbing the towel in Kylo's hands. "Perfect." She sarcastically snarked before she lightly pushed the lawyer away and sprinted towards Kylo's bathroom.
Kylo can only scratch his chin. What did he do wrong?
—
Rey leaned on the door, smacking her head and scolding herself at the fact that her first instinct to cover up for blushing too hard was to get angry.
Being alone with him in the hospital was one thing but being with Ben Organa-Solo...in his own house...together... alone... was driving her crazy.
She sighed, convincing herself to forget the overly attractive, uncannily sexy, injured man. Now that she's alone, the least she could is enjoy a nice bath.
She started to strip, her mind focusing instead on how gigantic Kylo's bathroom was. There was something very manly in his bathroom design that made Rey bite her lip hungrily. Except for the ceramic sink and large bathtub, everything was in matte black. Florescent lights hid behind protruded walls, dimly brightening the room. Even his bathroom was exuding his taste for sophistication and perfection. It was just like him — sophisticated and oh so fucking perfect.
Rey gasped in awe, but thought she would internalize its beauty later when she feels a little more clean.
Rey removed her clothes as fast as she could, excited to plunge in that weirdly shaped tub. She lifted her top away, before pulling down her pants alongside her underwear. She looked down, dumbfounded for a moment. There was something slippery in between her legs. Out of curiosity, she touched it before gasping.
She is wet. Drenched, down below.
That unknown floodgates of emotion — it was blatant sexual lust.
—
She stared in disbelief. Why and how is all of this possible? She raked her brain. She remembered very clearly that she took the most random boxer short from Kylo's drawers but why, why is she holding the same light blue boxers that she'd seen him wear?
Before she took a bath, she was so turned on to the point that her vagina just lubricated itself. Now, she has to wear these shorts. For the love of God! Her sexual awakening couldn't come at a better time.
Still, no matter how she refuses to wear it, she can't go commando on Ben. She just washed her underwear and it's still drenched.
Whatever. She'll just try to successfully act normal.
Rey stormed out, marching, her steps thumping on the cold marble floor as if she was a giant. She exited snarling at nothing, frowning at whatever. Her rage acting as a defense mechanism.
What the hell happened to acting normal?
The lawyer did not mind the noise she was making, merely glancing at her, watching her scowl towards the sofa. She sat, crossing her arms.
Ben stood, approaching her. "Is everything okay, Rey?" He asked gently.
She jolted, overreacting at the innocent question. Even the sound of his low voice was beginning to sound sensual to her. "None of your business." She snarled.
The lawyer frowned, hurt apparent in his eyes. He looked at her with such puppy dog eyes that Rey couldn't help but feel guilty.
Jesus Christ, Ben! She wanted to scold him. The least he could do is to stop acting all cute because Lord have mercy, just his mere face right now is eliciting something unholy inside her body.
Kylo doesn't know what was wrong with her. It hurt him greatly, having Rey lash out to him like that. Maybe taking care of him was a bit too taxing for her. Is it? He can only frown. But whatever he did wrong, he should immediately apologize. "Sorry." He mumbled before going back to his bed and continued to read silently.
Great. Now she's the bad guy. Fucking shit, Kenobi. She scolded herself.
"You should sleep, Rey." He mumbled in utter concern with a hint of sadness.
—
Rey rolled subconsciously to her left. It was too much that her body made a loud thud as it hit the cold marble floor.
"Dinner!" She shouted subconsciously. She realized that she hasn't cooked anything for Ben and that she actually fell asleep.
She sat upright, eyes gazing the environment wondering where she was while simultaneously massaging her cheek. Once she saw the queen-sized bed, she realized that she wasn't inside her apartment. She jolted, immediately standing up. She searched for the person who was supposed to be resting on that bed, but Ben was gone.
Where? She panicked. Where's the person she was supposed to be taking care of? Her first instinct was to check the bathroom, so she sprinted, almost slipping on the cold marbled floor before regaining her balance.
She bit her lip worriedly as she ran, the trauma of having to revive Kylo, him cold in her arms came rushing back to her brain. She became overly so protective of him, telling herself that she would protect him but he slipped passed her guard. And that crazed stalker... oh, her mind was swirling. Why does she have to sleep like a rock?
Rey hurriedly turned the door knob, hoping deep inside that it was locked and Ben was inside. It was not. With the strongest push she could muster, she swung open the door, screaming his name in the process.
She was worried for nothing.
Three seconds. It took three fucking seconds before Rey could react.
One: The shout she mustered descended into a gasp. Then a squeak, then she froze. Like everything was in slow motion, her eyes bawled in a decelerating rate, her jaw popped away from its joint too fast like it was broken.
Two: Her brain synapses snapped that it couldn't function no matter how much she tried. She stared. She just fucking stared at everything, her hazel eyes being dragged down by gravity until it latched on at one very specific place. Then it shot straight up again, way, way up towards the ceiling.
Three: "Jesus-fucking-Christ, Ben Solo! Learn to lock your God damn door!" She screamed at the top her lungs before slamming the door.
Rey struggled walk, her hands desperately looking for something to support her weight. But she stumbled, her knees failing her whole upper and lower body. She slid to the floor, her back subconsciously leaning to the only thing that would support her — the bathroom door.
She gasped unimpehdingly, before she realized that she was being too loud and covered her mouth. Despite the obstruction, she was breathing heavily, her breath condensed in her hand. She could feel the hot air reach through her nose. Her heart ringing in her ears, making it pulsate with such strong vibrations that she felt like she was going to explode.
Then there was something inside her that plummeted the detective to further turmoil. That floodgate, it was now broken, sending tidal waves of raw sensual and obscene sexual craving, that no matter how hard Rey tries to force it to a close, she can never shut it down by herself. It must be plugged, covered or be satisfied.
She gasped once again, clasping her thighs together. She was beginning to feel overly hot, an unstoppable heat which was burning inside her body, the feeling radiating from her chest towards her thighs. She breathed rapidly, shutting her eyes.
It did not help. The lack of light in her eyes made her remember Kylo's matte black bathroom, on how he stood butt naked, full frontal, nude like an Ancient Greek statue who was smoking a cigarette.
His one hand was up on his head just like he was posing. Not that he was, he was rubbing his damp hair with a towel. The other was holding the thin death stick in between his fingers as his mouth inhaled some smoke. But relatively dropped the cancerous thing on floor as he jolted in surprise.
Rey cringed as she remembered how the gorgeous muscles on his stomach flexed inadvertently as he tensed in utter shock when she bursted in his bathroom.
God, that fucking six pack was to die for. She bit her lip, hungrily.
Rey clasped her thighs tighter. She felt it, that surge of liquid coming out in between her legs, damping Kylo's light blue boxer shorts that she forced herself to wear.
She prayed that it would stop, but it didn't. Soon she subconsciously brushed one of hands on her thigh, her fingers sliding gently on the skin of her legs up to her groin. She cringed harder, the sensation of her fingers crawling towards her womanly parts was sending her to an instant nirvana.
What does she want to do with this? Why is her hand so close to her wet vagina? Her mind swirled. It wasn't only Ben's upper body that was sending her to a blackhole of immense sensuality. She saw it too, stared at it in fact — that wonderful thing in between his legs. Flaccid, yet so already big and thick.
Ben. The thought of him is turning her on.
Fuck no. She couldn't help herself any longer. This dormant lust just exploded inside her body, and one way or another she needs this to be satisfied stat. She does't even know what she was doing. Is touching herself would make the feeling go away? She doesn't know. She hasn't felt this thirst for a steaming sexual satisfaction before!
It sent her brain into a disarray. There was nothing left on her mind but a primal instinct, a raw sexual urge, an animalistic hunger for satisfaction. She let fingers glide on the lips of her parts, exhaling as she felt the bodily liquid swim in her fingers. She bursted almost immediately in pleasure, but she knew it wasn't enough. She touched it more, learning more about herself; finding out parts that would send her to heaven.
Where the fuck is her clit? There! She found it easily. The light circles that she made with her fingers sent her cringing already.
Fuck, this is inappropriate. How can she touch herself while Ben was just on the other side of the door. She doesn't care. She wants to release this sexual tension. She needed it.
Rey put pressure on her fingers, huffing silently as she circled faster and faster. Oh God, she hasn't masturbated in her life, cussing to herself as to why she never done this before. She can think all of the excuses in the world, but only one thing's for sure — This love she has for Ben Solo, it wasn't as innocent she thinks. She thought she can love him from afar, as an unrequited lover.
But she was craving for him in some other way. She wanted him. She convinced herself that every time she latches onto him, she was just taking care of him. But it's not. That she knows now. She wants him whole. She wants his everything — for him to touch her, kiss her and do inappropriate things to her.
Rey wanted Ben to fuck her. And she wanted it so bad.
The detective huffed more, drowning with the pleasurable thoughts until she consciously snapped her hand from her parts. She closed her eyes, trying herself to calm down, albeit cussing internally at the fact that she let herself hanging.
She cannot do this. This is inappropriate, highly perverted and dirty. Not to mention, why is she touching herself inside Kylo's home; with him just on the other side of the door! She just have to postpone this indefinitely — when she's all alone in her apartment. Just not here in his condominium unit. There are things needed to be taken cared of and this lustful craving for Ben Solo needs to stop.
She sighed, pressing her (dry) hand on her chest. Calm down, Rey. She told herself.
But before she could really calm down, the door she was leaning on creaked open. She jolted in surprise, almost falling because of the lack of support.
Rey's heart began to race. Ben decided to go out and she was there on the cold hard floor. She scrambled to get up as her eyes unwittingly landed on Ben's thick legs. Without thinking whatsoever, she started crawling away on all fours. Like a distressed cat whose back was arched, fur raised in surprise.
The detective successfully, albeit awkwardly, crept far away from the bathroom door and hid behind one of the kitchen's countertop. She rasped, collecting her breath in the most distressed fashion that it looked like she was hiding from a serial killer. She peeked on him, looking at where he was going but he did not move from his place.
She cussed at her eyes for observing. The man was wearing a black boxer-short to cover his... you know... and as for his upper body... nothing. Great, why did he decide to just go topless on her? Fuck. She's going crazy.
A sigh escaped Ben's lips as he saw her crawl helplessly, but other than that he said nothing. He just walked towards his kitchen but stopped as he found the detective cowering in the corner.
Another sigh. The nearest ingress towards his kitchen was the path nearest to the bathroom and she was blocking his way, crouching down, hugging the gray tiles of his countertop like a frightened animal.
He wanted to just walk past through her, saying a little 'excuse me' wouldn't be that hard. But there was nothing in his mind but the fact that the detective saw him butt naked, his ding-dong hanging out in the open.
It was an awkward situation and Ben could not in any way think of a way to salvage himself. His heart had been furiously beating on his chest and the sight of Rey being flustered like him did not help the situation in any way.
There's only one way Ben can escape this awkwardness, not to mention the embarrassment. He needed a drink.
Soon, the lawyer took a different path. He went around the countertop towards one of his kitchen cabinets. He then took two clear glasses before walking towards what looked like a wall. It wasn't a wall, for he pressed something and it slid open, revealing his collection of wine and other alcoholic beverages.
He contemplated for a while before he took a sophisticated looking bottle and sat on his dining table.
Silently he passed by Rey again, this time from the other side of the kitchen. He consciously averted his eyes from her, but offered the bottle in his hands. "Want a drink?" He said.
Rey nodded almost enthusiastically. A fucking drink would be so nice right now.
They sat on the opposite corners of the table, as far away from each other. It was stupid because Ben was hogging the liquor bottle all for himself. How was she supposed to drink without getting near him?
The question did not last long. Ben poured the dark gold liquid, filling it to a fourth of the glass before sliding the same towards the detective.
Rey caught it instantly, the space in her hand latching onto to the fragile glass. At least there would be no contact between the two of them. They can just keep on going like this, ridiculously sliding of glasses from across the table like a bartender and a customer — all professional.
She sighed, before gulping her drink.
Wrong move. She should have thought of taking it neat. The liquor was smooth, alright. It tasted expensive. But it was too strong and raw for her liking. Once she felt her throat burn, she felt the urge to spit it back on her glass.
"You're not wasting a fifteen thousand dollar scotch are you?" Ben said as he straight up drank his glass, his eyes, this time, not leaving the detective.
Fifteen-thousand-fucking-dollars? Rey's eyes widened in shock. The liquid stayed in her mouth for a while. She glanced in panic at the glass, then to Kylo, then to the glass again. Is she really going to waste a 15,000 worth of alcoholic beverage?
Hell no, she wasn't. Rey gulped, fully taking the liquor down to her throat. She winced at the stinging sensation, grimacing as it burned on her esophagus. She let out a distressed fake "ahh" sound while her eyes brimmed with small tears.
A snort. Then Ben covered his mouth, trying so hard not to laugh. He felt guilty teasing her. "It's not $15,000." He chuckled.
Rey glared at him before sliding back her glass. "How much is it?" She asked. That drink should cost about 10 dollars max because Rey will defiantly drink and spit it back on her glass just to taunt him.
"Thirty grand." Ben casually said as he poured another round on both of their glasses.
"Thirty — Jesus-fucking-Christ, Ben!" Rey almost fell from her seat. But she composed herself, sitting back comfortably. Well, Ben has the means to buy that ridiculously expensive scotch to hell with it. Not to mention, she's having a bad day: those sexual feeling for Ben have been troubling her. So, that 30,000 dollar scotch better be worth it so she can forget.
The expensive drink was the last thing they talked about. By their third round, Rey got already got used to the burning sensation in her throat. Still, no matter how many slides Rey's glass made across the table, nobody talked. They sat in silence, repeating the routine over and over.
By their fifth round, the Rey found courage, the ridiculously expensive drink taking away her shame and inhibitions not to mention control of her motor functions. She started to get tipsy, but didn't care. Because still, Ben's naked body was flashing right before her eyes but now, she had the guts to confront it.
"Sorry I saw your dick." She whispered as she slid back her glass. Rey rolled her eyes. Was she sorry for seeing his penis? I don't think so.
Ben shrugged to hide his embarrassment. They had been quiet for the longest time and the first thing that came out of her lips was that incident.
He refilled Rey's glass before pouring on his own. Truth be told he was not drunk enough to carry on with this conversation. A big man like him needed more. So, he filled his glass to the middle, an amount not appropriate for taking in scotch. As he slid back Rey's own, he gulped his half-filled glass simultaneously.
Ben winced as he felt his throat burn. Too much, he thought. But if he indeed wanted to reply at Rey's apology, he needed more.
Another. He poured the same extra amount on his glass and drank it. This scotch better give him courage.
It did, thankfully. But not without sending his head into a dizzy spin. He smiled to himself, taking out a piece of cigarette.
"It's okay." He mumbled as he lit the death stick. "I should have locked the door." He continued.
The cigarette or its nicotine did something to his spinning brain. And being a smoker all his life, Ben should have known this: You don't mix liquor with cigarette because the nicotine will amp up the alcohol levels inside your body, making you more tipsy, more drunk.
Long story short, Ben Solo got drunk.
The world started spinning, the glass he was holding began to double. He shook his head to brush the feeling away, still, persistently trying to refill his glass, concentrating as he couldn't find the proper opening of his glass. To make matters worse, Rey Kenobi slid her glass back to him with too much uncontrolled force that he almost didn't catch it. He winced and glared at the detective, her upper body now basically sprawled on the table. He rolled his eyes. She better not be sleeping on him because there's a lot of things he wanted to say. That courage he was looking for a while ago? Oh, he finally found it alright.
"But then again, it's my house so you wouldn't expect me to lock the door." He slurred.
Too much courage? He has no time to think. This word vomit of his is unstoppable now. He just got to argue.
Rey shot up, her pointing finger swaying off direction as she tried so hard to focus it on Ben. "It's common courtesy." She whined. "You have a lady in your presence — a lady who hasn't seen a real live dick in her life." She slurred in return, her back slumping on the chair.
Ben grimaced. He stopped altogether refilling their glasses, crossing his arms in disbelief. "Impossible." He mumbled.
Rey rolled her eyes. "It's true!" Rey spat defensively, not trying to hide her embarrassment with the whole penis conversation.
"I guess that's the reason why you screamed." He pointed out the obvious.
"Duh." Rey replied, annoyed with the rhetorical statement.
"Well you shouldn't." Ben spat. "You should at least get used to seeing dick. You're old enough so you shouldn't get all flustered by it." He whined.
Rey rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Easy for you to say." She mumbled. "It's not like I see one everyday. Like, 'oh, look, it's a penis, carry on.'" She cried with such fake causality that it made Ben shook his head.
"Do you want to get used to it?" Ben asked.
"Of course!" Rey cried helplessly. "How can I take care of you if I scream every time I see it." She shook her head.
"Fine." Ben hissed as he stood. "Stand up." He ordered Rey.
The detective obediently stood, but not without subconsciously swaying from left to right. Damn her head was clearly spinning and her center of gravity was clearly misaligned. And Ben was the same.
The lawyer crossed his arms. "I'll allow you to stare." He said triumphantly. "Just so you don't get embarrassed."
"At what?" Rey forgot what they were taking about.
"At my dick?" Ben questioned. Why was he allowing Rey to stare at his dick again? He forgot.
Rey clicked her tongue as she remembered their topic. "So what should I do?" She muttered inquisitively.
"Remove and stare." Ben sighed. "Like a science experiment."
"Wait." She suddenly said as she took out her phone. "I have to document this." She sloppily pressed the video button on her phone. Then she followed Ben's instructions, no questions asked. She bent down, dragging Ben's boxer-shorts with her. Then, she just stared.
Contrary to shouting (again), Rey just stared, satisfying her own curiosity. Her eyes scanning intently the organ between Ben's thighs.
Thick, big, clean... fucking magnificent. That's what she thought.
Ben said it was just like a science experiment. So it wouldn't be wrong if she tried to touch it, right?
Rey did. Carefully, her fingers traced from the base of Ben's beautiful cock towards its tip. As a reaction, his penis moved, almost bouncing as blood rushed through it. She giggled like a child, amazement and amusement apparent in her face. Rey did that tracing motion again, watching eagerly as the organ grew bigger and bigger with her every touch.
She snorted happily which made Ben frown. She was playing with it. "Okay, that's enough." Ben sighed. His cock wasn't a plaything.
"Wait!" Rey held both of his thighs. She wasn't done looking at it. "Sorry." She whispered.
"It's just so... big." Rey cocked her head up, smiling because of the curiosity, eyes glinting in wonder.
Ben scoffed proudly. "Thanks."
The detective rolled her eyes. "Cocky bastard." She hissed reverting her eyes back to his now erect organ.
It was alluring. It was perfect — shape, length, girth, you name it. It was as if she wanted to eat it whole, to taste it. Like a delicious popsicle that was too enticing to lick.
Rey gulped. There was something brewing inside of her again, and she should stop this. She was done observing. Seeing dicks, she was finally getting used to it. But she wanted a taste. Soon, she opened her mouth, her tongue graciously licking Ben's parts like it was really an ice cream popsicle.
"Rey!" The lawyer cringed and moaned a whisper. Is this still part of their experiment?
"I just want a taste." Rey pleaded innocently as she licked again, her low bashful whisper triggering something inside of Ben. How can he say no to that?
Fuck. As soon as Rey's tongue reached for the tip of his penis, he could no longer help himself. Ben grabbed the detective's head, pushing her mouth towards his junk. "Open your mouth." He huffed.
Rey did what she was told. Her lips parted widely, giving way to Kylo's cock as it made its entrance.
It was huge. It was thick. It was so fucking delicious. She hasn't done this before and she struggled to keep up with its size, trying her best to devour it whole. She adjusted neck, letting Ben's cock reach for the tips of her throat. Damn, it was too long that her eyes brimmed with tears, her esophagus getting blocked by this elongated thing that she was almost choking.
Novice or no, she did not stop. No, not now when having his dick in her mouth felt so good. Rey adjusted herself again, sliding her head away for her to breathe. She panted for a while before eating it again. She got carried away at the moment, her primal instincts taking over. She began to suck. Back and forth slowly, her lips moved on Ben's dick.
Rey felt Kylo cringe. He was still holding her hair, his pelvis subconsciously thrusting in an out of her mouth. It felt so good.
Then Rey did something unexpectedly that he froze and shuddered. Her tongue was moving inside of her mouth, gliding through his shaft then to the tip of his penis while her mouth simultaneously sucked. It sent him to freakin' nirvana that he thought he was going to cum.
He gasped, his broad hands gently pulling Rey's head away from his cock. He can't cum with just that? He thought.
Rey whimpered, her head following Ben's lower body helplessly. She was not done sucking his dick and he pulled away. She wanted more. "No." She pleaded. "I want more." More of his dick in her mouth.
But Ben wanted so much more than her mouth.
—
A splitting headache woke Ben up. He grunted, wincing at the sunlight as it reached his eyes.
What time is it?
He was too weak to contemplate, and too hungover to think but at the same time was itching to figure out what the time was because he still has to work on Unkar Plutt's defense.
So, the lawyer mustered the strength to lift his chest only to be dragged back down by an unknown weight on top of him. He squinted, cocking his neck towards the heavy object on his pecks. When he figured what or who it was, he smiled, resigning to the fact that Unkar Plutt's defense would have to wait until his little Rey of sunshine wakes up.
She was sleeping on top of him, for some reason, but Ben did not question as to why. He just stayed silent, enjoying the moment.
The lawyer began to caress her hair and she unwittingly moaned back at the relaxing stroke, purring like a cat after being pat by her master. Ben smiled before tracing down his fingers towards her spine. It was a bit unusual because he was almost touching her skin. He cocked his head again upward to check. From his perspective all he saw was Rey's bare shoulders.
It wasn't unusual because he was indeed, touching her bare skin. Rey Kenobi was naked on top of him.
Ben Solo panicked. He checked on his own clothes just to confirm, carefully swinging his leg to the right just to get a full view.
Ben gasped. That black boxer-shorts he wore was nowhere in sight.
Fuck.
—
She ran. Rey couldn't believe it but she just stormed outside Ben's condominium, rewearing his black inner shirt, light blue boxer shorts and her (untied) military boots, grabbing her cellphone and other necessities from the floor. Never mind that she didn't have any bra, underwear nor an elevator card, but she panicked and sprinted from the thirty-second floor to the lobby in a matter of minutes.
She never bothered to hear any explanation, or any reasoning whatsoever. She freaked out (and still freaking out) big time.
Her mind pounded, her vision swirled. She was so hungover that she felt a full vomit about to go out from her mouth.
From all the confusion and the rush of panic, one thing is clear. She and Ben had sex. Their naked bodies, clothes on the floor and the fucking blood on his sheets were more than enough evidence to prove that they did the deed.
Rey Kenobi, 25 years old, no boyfriend since birth, gave her virginity away to Ben Solo during a drinking session with a 30,000 dollar scotch.
She should be happy right? All this time, she wanted Ben to fuck her. But not like this. Not as a one night stand, she was hoping for something more than the physical sensation of it.
Fuck. How could she do this? It was her fault. She was drunk. She was positively sure that she seduced him to have sex with her. Because after all she was the one who couldn't stop her unholy thought. That perverted mind of hers was unstoppable that night. She took advantage of him.
Just the thought of it is making her head spin more. That liquid that she tried so hard to suppress, it finally came out. Rey littered on the corner of Kylo's condominium building, not minding anybody who was giving her disgusted stares.
She tried to rake her brain for details but there was nothing.
She did this. She did this to Ben. She was supposed to be taking care of him, not fuck him.
It was her fault. It was a mistake. A mistake that cannot be undone. How can she take advantage of him?
Fuck. What the fuck have I done? She thought.
—
Fuck. What the fuck have I done? Ben thought as he slapped the glass angrily on his table, sending it towards his refrigerator, bits and pieces of broken glass flying all over his kitchen.
He was angry. He was furious. He saw how terrified Rey was of him. How she just sprinted away, leaving him.
He should have known better, not to drink too much. He did this. He was positively sure that he seduced her to do his bidding. Because after all he was the one who has been fantasizing to fuck her ever since.
How can he be so stupid? He said he would do it right; to function properly as a human being, to have a healthy relationship with another person. He told himself that Rey was not some bimbo, not a sex object. Yet the first opportunity that he sees to fuck her, he took advantage of it.
His first non-dysfunctional relationship; his first genuine connection with another person ended in a disaster.
He sighed, clutching his fists. He will always be a fuck up. No wonder he's always alone. That's the kind of man he is — manipulative, a hoodwink. He exploited her innocence, their relationship.
He will always be like this. Why in the world did he bother to think that he will change? That he will be a better man when he's with Rey?
Defending guilty criminals, manipulating others or deceiving others, that's how it will always be. There no going back to this. He'll just have to embrace the the fact that he's trash; a man incapable of redemption.
To love with his whole heart, it was a good feeling. His relationship with Rey, it was fun while it lasted.
But now it's over.
—
Four days. It had been four days since Ben Solo and Rey Kenobi unwittingly had drunk sex.
They never communicated with each other, both parties afraid of reaching out.
What are they supposed to say to each other? Sorry for the one night stand, let's get back to normal.
The detective sighed in defeat.
After spending three whole days with the SVU and the DA to gather evidence for Unkar Plutt's case, the detective was back to the precinct.
She pretended that everything was normal, burying herself with the unfinished paperwork but Finn kept pestering her. He was asking details about Kylo Ren, on why would forgo the chance to guard him personally but instead have to place two patrol officers as his bodyguard.
Rey was itching to tell Finn as to why, but kept the details of their unplanned coitus to herself. "Conflict of interest." She answered as she slumped her shoulders down.
She misses him so bad that it was beginning to hurt.
Rey blamed herself for everything. She should just apologize, but what is she supposed to say? Should she just confess her love for him?
Wait! That's it! How can she be so stupid? If she confesses, everything will be better. Right?
Tomorrow. She'll tell him that she's in love with him.
Tomorrow. After trial.
From enemies to friends, to friends to an unrequited lover, to an unrequited lover to a one night stand. In Rey's perspective, that's where her relationship with Ben stood. But she won't let it stay that way.
