"It's good to know you're alive, Ben"
That being said, she stood up, walking away from him.
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**This chapter contains graphic depictions of physical interaction. If this stuff is not your cup of tea, steer clear of it, thanks.**
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After a few more days of inconclusive bantering and getting on each other's nerves, Satine had voiced her decision: she would go make sure her spaceship was still there in the Jundland Wastes where she had parked it. Ben would accompany her, naturally.
Naturally.
What did this mean? Was it the beginning of the end? Did it signify the Duchess realized she was at a stall, and, therefore, was considering leaving?
"Congratulations, Ben. Your plan to "protect" her has worked wonders. What woman would stand your cynicism, after all?"
He really didn't know what to think, his usual passivity and negativity prevailing. She was an incredible woman, and he was...the lamest of creatures alive. Not smart, uninteresting, disproportionately dangerous. Rapidly aging and drowning in despair. Unpleasantly introverted, as dodgy as a lone bear. Or at least, so he thought. Stuck in a terrible situation, because of his own mistakes. No, he wouldn't doom her to his eternal damnation, even if sending her away would equate to destroying the last living bits of his heart.
The morning they were supposed to undertake the trek, however, a glitch welcomed them when the suns rose: the most turbulent of desert storms Tatooine had ever seen. Left with no choice but to stay at home, Ben and Satine secured themselves inside. Thankfully, the provisions they had would be enough for a few more days.
Hours later, the afternoon was carrying itself in the usual manner. Satine was reading in her short robe and chemise, looking angelic as usual, while Ben, having realized he couldn't disappear in his dungeon all day to avoid "distractions", was kneeling next to the table, furiously scribbling his Jedi memoirs down, hoping the scratching of his pen would be louder than the tempting voices in his head.
At one point, without any forewarning, the glacial Satine stood up, walking to him.
"I am tired of this, Ben" she sighed, playing with a loose strand of hair on her shoulder.
Ben perked up, alerted "Oh, you're tired, yes, life here is tiresome"
"Aren't you?"
"Of Tatooine?"
"Of this game of hide and seek. You know how much I care for you. I wouldn't be here, if I did not. Ben, I want you"
The way she said it made his heart jolt.
"Don't you?" she inquired.
"No, I really am fine!" Ben was all too quick to answer.
It didn't matter how abrasive, insensitive or ridiculous he got, she was undeterred. She walked closer, lowering herself at his eye-level, her gaze lingering on his face.
"Are you sure?"
"I...yes. YES, I am"
Ben didn't know why he was acting that way. What was he afraid of, exactly?
Satine walked even closer, sitting next to him as he exhaled nervously. She brushed her arm against his own, tunic-clad one, a motion which sent shivers down his spine. He was barely holding it together.
Without breaking eye contact, Satine parted his tunic slightly, slipping a hand inside and pressing it against his firm chest. His words could be lying, but his heart wouldn't. It was beating really fast, and it quickened against her touch.
Ben widened his eyes, gasping. It was as if she had uncovered all of his deepest secrets. He nearly passed out when she leaned closer to him to whisper something inside his ear, her hot voice tickling him.
"It's good to know you're alive, Ben"
That being said, she stood up, walking away from him.
Ben remained on the floor, literally floored. He touched his chest where her hand had rested, then looked at her back. Without fully realizing what he was doing, he stood up, ambushing her as he grabbed her arm.
She turned, looking puzzled, and a bit sad. Before she had time to say anything, Ben, holding her by the hips, pressed himself against her, capturing her mouth in the hungriest, wildest kiss she had ever experienced.
After what felt like a century, Ben released her, gasping for air.
The bottle had been uncorked, and there would be no putting the cork back on. Not anytime soon.
Satine looked so flushed, she would drive him crazy...
"Well, that was unexpect-mmph!" he cut her off with another kiss, his hand crawling up her bodice to cup a breast.
Satine's initial stupor quickly faded, as she responded to his initiatives with equal, mind-blowing enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck, undressing him as they dragged themselves all over the hut. She, after all, was repressed as hell, too.
At the sight of his well-defined torso, Satine began kissing a trail down his chest. Her wet licks on his ultra sensitive skin prompted Ben to pick her up and move them to the dining area, where he released her, guiding a leg up the table as he kissed all the back of her bare limbs and backside. She reached out and cupped his face with a hand, stroking him endearingly.
"I missed you so much, Ben. Did you miss me?"
Every touch of hers risked to be too much for him. One must not forget the implications of so much affection for Ben in that period, as a devastated man . Everything was magnified as he surrendered himself to a vortex of love and hungry desire. He was extremely aroused, but still, didn't want to deny her the tender consideration she deserved. Shaking, he took the hand she was stroking his face with, kissing it while squeezing his eyes, something like a knot of tears forming in his chest.
"Yes, I did" he affirmed deeply, lowering her panties.
"How much, Ben?"
"You have no idea how much" with lust, he plunged his face between her butt cheeks as she arched her back, giving a surprised moan off, the beard an added sensory experience.
Eventually, Ben stood up again, meeting her tongue with his while he attempted to lift her bodice with his hand. She abandoned herself to his embrace, drawing light circles on his back as he touched her clit, then proceeded to press a leg between her thighs. As a response, she wantonly straddled it, sucking on his neck.
Ben wanted more, so did she. Somehow, they kissed their way to the bed, Satine's robe ending up on the floor. Smiling with mounting expectation, Ben plopped Satine on the mattress, running his hands along her legs. She invited him to dispose of her chemise, but the intricate strings and small buttons were slowing him way too much for his liking, so Ben, forsaking his teachings, used the Force to rip it open in quite the theatrical way.
"So, so naughty, Ben!"
He smiled mischievously as he brought her closer to him, kissing her.
Satine laughed, positively amused, though her sounds of mirth soon turned into moans of pleasure as Ben buried his face in the valley between her breasts, rolling her hardened nipples with his thumbs. He paused for a moment, hugging her like that, with his head resting on her chest, his arms wrapped around her back, taking in her warmth. Force only knew how much he needed it. Perceiving his feelings, Satine held him too, running her fingers through his hair, kissing his head, aware he would be able to sense her closeness through the Force.
As their embrace got more intense, Ben fell supine on the mattress, Satine on top of him. Their naked torsos pressed together, Satine continued to snog him fervently, then proceeded to kiss her way down his body while he squeezed her butt lightly. She circled his navel with her tongue, then kissed down to his waistband as Ben writhed beneath her, her hands massaging his inner thighs. Like a girl eager to open a box of chocolates, Satine yanked his underwear down, freeing his erect cock. Ben turned beet red as he took in her reaction at the sight of his bobbing length. She sat back, looking smug, pressing her hand against her chest, feigning surprise.
"My, my, you've most certainly changed, Ben!"
"I can assure you" he spoke with a low, sexy tone, collecting himself "It's for the better!"
He drew a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hungrily while twisting a lock of blonde hair around his hand, then rolled on top of her as they both teased each other's private parts.
"Give me more, Obi-Wan" Satine demanded, moist and panting beneath him.
He hovered over her, kissing her on the lips and brushing her cheekbone with his nose. Then, with his hand, he traced the contours of her new scar, where the Sand People had plunged their spear.
"How much more?"
They locked eyes. Satine knew there was more to this question that the momentary circumstances let on. She kissed him sweetly, splaying her hands on his back.
"As much as you are willing to give, my beloved"
Ben took her hand in his, the passion of the moment preventing him from replying in an appropriate manner as he glided inside her, her incredible, wet tightness making him gasp. Satine's eyes rolled back, his length filling her, healing the voids in her soul in all the ways she could possibly imagine. Looking at him, her expression of a mix of dream-like disbelief and ecstasy, she looped a leg around him as they started moving in unison, the mattress wobbling under their frenzied bodies.
It was a good thing that Ben and Satine were in an isolated hut in the middle of the desert, for they were being obscenely loud.
Ben took a moment to look at all of her body as she ran her hands over his trim abdomen. The flushed, vibrating shape of the Duchess of Mandalore, close to orgasm because of him, was almost enough to make him cum on the spot. They were so connected, after years of emotional solitude, it was overwhelming.
The rhythm increased, and a few powerful thrusts were all it took to send them over the edge, their bodies a tangled, moaning, hot mess.
After that, they had so many images, so many thoughts taking shape in their minds, but no energy, nor words, to voice them. All they could do was fall asleep in each other's reassuring, warm embrace, thinking, for the first time in forever, that things would actually go well.
