There's fire, but warmth. Violence, but peace in her dream.

A hazy vision of the future. Power and purpose.

It fades to obscurity as Rey slowly comes to consciousness, finding warmth enveloping her entire body. Under black silk sheets she lays, an armor of muscle wrapped around her protectively. A bulging bicep supports her neck, another arm wraps around her middle, a nose and lips are at her neck.

Ben stirs, pulling her closer, savoring the warmth of her body against his.

A rush of emotions pours through Rey. It's Ben, he's holding her. Like no one in her life has ever held her. Her enemy, her stubborn opponent, her teacher, her friends, her…something else. Disbelief, affection, fear, satisfaction, all run through her. She wills the galaxy away. If she knows anything about life, it's that it takes more than it gives and right now she wants to relish every sensation.

That's when she feels something hard pressing against her bottom. Oh,she thinks, It's still there.

"Is it always like that?"

"Hmm?" He questions groggily.

"Your…" she can't bring herself to say it. Rey flushes and the temperature under the sheets rises.

"Your, you know… Is it always hard like that?"

She feels a large genuine smile on her shoulder.

"No," comes an extra deep sleepy voice, "just with you."

"Well, doesn't it hurt? How does it go down?"

Now there's a dark rumbling chuckle and he hugs her closer, pressing himself into her bum.

"Would you like me to show you?"

Rey feels like her head is going to pop off.

"No!" She says too quickly in a high voice, "That is… I mean…"

Ben chuckles and nibbles at her shoulder, savoring her discomfort. A feeling of joy and mischief fills his heart and it feels like he's awakening from the dead. After all these years, to think he was still capable of the rush of light filling his heart. It almost ached to feel such a thing again, and to feel whatever this was, for the first time. He'd never had an equal, never had a lover, never had a twin soul to hold against his chest. This may all be a dream, all may be a temporary state. Maybe, once they leave this shuttle, she'll never want to touch him again… But after what she did to him last night, he imagines it would be hard for her to satisfy her surprising neediness any other way again.

"Really? After you took advantage of me last night?" he whispers with a smirk into her ear.

This was all too new, too intense, too close. She wasn't used to the simplest of touches, even hugs still made her uncomfortable and suddenly she was swimming in the yawning expanse of taught flesh and scars and muscles that is Ben Solo, Former Supreme Leader Kylo Ren.

Her mortification only deepens at his words.

"T-take advantage!?" she stutters scandalized.

"You used me as a humping post. Quite eagerly as I recall. Riding away like a prized jockey…"

"Stop," she cries, burying her face in her hands, embarrassed but aroused.

She shivers as he starts kissing a hot firm trail down her spine.

"How will you make it up to me?" He rumbles.

"You liked it," she pants as he splays a large warm hand across her belly, the other hand grips her hip as he kisses all the way down to the base of her spine.

She gasps as Ben takes a bite of her love handle area then slides down and presses his face into her bottom, his cheeks on hers, rubbing, nuzzling her round, taut and surprisingly wide behind. It's a part of a woman's physique he had always appreciated… back when he concerned himself with such foolish and temporary things… Somehow, it didn't seem so foolish anymore.

Truth be told he took tremendous pride in giving her pleasure last night. She may be the first person in his entire life who had ever taken pleasure from his existence. She was certainly the first woman with the power to put him in his place. It was deeply intoxicating. He was more than a monster to her. He was a man.

Ben grabs her hips and in a quick movement flips her onto her back. "Oh!" she gasps.

Then he's heading for her sweet center, placing a firm hot kiss on her apex of nerves over the thin black leggings. A jolt like fire shoots through her lower belly and she scoots back a bit surprised.

"Stop."

Ben sighs and obeys. He places a cheek on her belly and looks up at her disapprovingly, like she'd better have a good explanation to halt his delicious assault. There's hunger in his eyes.

"Come here," she commands.

Again, Ben obeys. He climbs up her body, a leg sliding up between hers, pressing against her tingling, swelling center. She can feel his hardness on her hip through the material of his black undershorts.

"Show me," she commands.

Ben gives her a questioning look.

"Yours is different than mine. Show me how you do it… to yourself I mean…"

Realization at what she's saying blows his mind. He's suddenly filled with insecurity. She wants to watch him pleasure himself like some kind of informational holoprojection? He's flabbergasted by her shameless request.

"Rey…"

She feels his hesitation but knows if she backs down now she's lose all her nerve.

Rey pierces him with the heady desire of her gaze as a delicate hand plays over his rock-hard abs. She wants to see. It will give her pleasure. Ben gulps and wonder's if he'll ever be able to deny her anything again.

He bites his lip. With a bracing breath he yanks his shorts down and Rey's eyebrow fly up into her hair line.

It's BIG! She's never seen anything like it. A long and thick and smooth member, with a head like a mushroom, jutting out of a tuft of jet black hair, with huge, round hanging bags of skin just under. The cuts of the muscles of his abs and hips point down at it like an arrow. He lays mostly on his back, propped up on his elbows, offering himself up for display. Ben studies her carefully. She hasn't taken her eyes off his crotch and it only makes him grow harder. She can't help herself, she has questions.

"Is it supposed to be that big?"

Ben raises his eyebrows and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

"Yes," he says simply.

"How does something like that… fit… inside…" Rey waves a hand over her own pelvis.

Now Ben quirks an eyebrow, hunger growing.

"Yours stretches."

Rey doubts that. She's never gotten more than the tip of a finger inside herself.

"What are these?" she asks a finger grazing his scrotum. Ben flinches at the sensation and thinks she's going to kill him. She's entirely oblivious to her teasing. Rey jerks back at his reaction with eyes wide.

"Testicles. Where the seed is made and pumps out from."

"Did that hurt just now?"

"No. It felt good."

Fireworks are going off in Rey's mind.

"How does the seed come out?"

"You stroke it."

Rey finally meets his eyes again. He can feel her excitement and curiosity and he thinks that he very much enjoys being her teacher.

"Touch it," she commands.

Ben flops down on his back. His hands fly down to his cock, his eyes never leaving Rey.

He runs slow strokes up and down his length with a two-handed technique.

One hand fully envelops himself while the other, resting on top of the fingers wrapped around himself, strokes just one side in time with the other.

She sits with one hand on his abs, the other on his thigh, looking down at his work, staring at his most private act with willing and ravenous eyes.

Ben is driven by the exhilaration of his shame.

Rey squirms, rubbing her thighs together as a tingling warmth grows between her own legs. This is not so different from what she did to herself sometimes, when she couldn't sleep, and she tired of imagining the island.

"Let me see your chest," he demands suddenly, "your wrappings, take it off."

"You want to see my breasts?" she asks with innocence.

Rey brushes a finger lightly under the swell of her breast and Ben growls, eyes trailing every movement as he continues to pump into his own hand. He's desperate. The promise of perky handfuls pulls just below the surface of that thin white fabric.

She thinks for all he's done, and for calling her a pervert, he still deserves to suffer a little.

"NO," she says with finality and Ben throws his head back, pumping himself harder, painfully turned on by her dominance over him. What wasthis other worldly power she had over him? How long would she deny him? Why did he like it so much?

Without awareness of even doing it, Rey lifts her hand from his thigh and slides it between her own legs, pressing a finger into that increasingly demanding bundle of nerves. Pleasure sweeps through her as she leans down closer over Ben's frantic work.

He notices her movement and it sends him closer to the edge. As she leans over, her beautiful ass lifts into the air, his eyes devour every curve, the sheen of sweat on her back, the work of her finger on herself, her face growing closer to that part of him, his nemesis, his lover, his pupil, his equal, his QUEEN…

His orgasm hits him hard and fast, he grunts and gasps as he squirts out onto his belly. Rey jumps back surprised! Some of it hits her hand that was on his abs.

She fingers it with fascination as Ben tries to capture his breath. It's thick and white-ish. She sniffs it, then takes a quick taste and Ben thinks he's going to blow all over again.

"It's salty," Rey says.

The next moment Ben has captured her, sending her on her back as he hovers over her, his arms on either side of her head. Rey is captivated by the wide expanse of his sweaty chest yawning over her, expanding and contracting with his every breath, his member dripping between them. With a quick turn of the wrist, what was spent on his belly is flicked away with the force. He looks back at her.

His expression is fierce, one she's seen on the battle field.

SHOW ME! Every part of him practically screams into her mind.

He wants to see her too. All of her.

She meets his fierce gaze with one of her own. Then she obliges.

Rey knows the basic mechanics involved in what she thinks this is. And while it scares her, something else, stronger and louder and growing in her soul, wants to be closer to him, wants all of him and all of her to be together. For just this moment, nothing else matters.

He leans back as she unwraps her breast band and slides off her leggings, revealing a tuft of brown curls.

The sight is like a punch to his lower belly that spreads like wildfire, up his spines and across his skin. He starts to harden again. He's never seen anything more beautiful in his life. A small blush and innocent look of anxiety play on her lovely face, her brown hair lose and mussed, her chest heaving, supple small breasts with cute pink nipples rise and fall, abs as cuts as his, her womanhood, a delicate and virgin plain, begging his assault, surrendering to his will. This fiery, dangerous and powerful young woman is presenting herself to him, is trusting him… It's too much, he doesn't know where to start!

Her mouth.

He sweeps back up for the kiss, almost crushing her with his weight.

The feel of her full, uninterrupted flesh against him is what he imagines heaven must feel like, even though he'll never deserve such a thing.

He kisses her and works his way back down, launching his long-anticipated attack. Those perfect breasts are first. His mouth is relentless and Rey clings to his hair for dear life, squirming as his hot mouth captures her perky peak, his tongue doing things she can't imagine while a large warm hand envelops the other. He rolls a nipple in his fingers pulling slightly, relishing in her yelps.

His assault continues south, across her abdomen. There's kissing and licking and biting as Rey arches into him. He leans back, grabbing her by hips and yanking her toward him. Arousal burns through the bond and he smirks. Ben lays on his stomach and positions himself looking between her legs and with two large hands he spread her open.

"Ben," she cries suddenly embarrassed again, "I'm dirty…"

"I'm dirty too," he says as he brushes feather like caresses along her thighs.

"Show me what you do," he rumbles.

Rey is red. She has half a mind to deny him again but those caresses so close to her private place have her rational mind gone to mush.

A thin hand slides down, going to work on that sensitive bundle at the apex of her sex. It's pretty straight forward what she does to herself. Pushing down on that spot with her fingers and squeezing the muscles together there.

He bends her legs up, spreading her further to improve his view. He continues to stroke her thighs as he watches her fingers and plants kisses on the skin approaching her center. Rey is having trouble breathing, her eyes are shut tight, drinking in every sensation.

He's never been this intimate with a woman before.

There was one rushed make out session after a game of spin the lightsaber at the Jedi Academy. She tried to shove her hand down his pants and he ended it abruptly. That damned woman had laughed at him then. It was bliss watching her struck down by his Knights.

Ben shakes the memory from his head and focuses on the incredible sight before him. He's ready to do some of his own exploration.

While she works herself on top, he takes two fingers and spreads her folds, running his fingers up and down. She moans and writhes and whispers his name. He finds her opening and remembers the things he learned from the other men at the Jedi temple. How he loathed hearing their stories of conquest then, and how he enjoyed ending their lives too. But now he thinks, the information may finally be of use.

Positioning a middle finger over her opening he enters her and feels her gasp and her warm slick muscles grip him. Rey winces a little, but pleasure out weighs any pain. She's seeing stars, it feels so good!

"Mmm, Ben, more, whatever you're doing, move it…" she mumbles in bliss.

He's happy to oblige.

He slowly pumps one finger, then two and the feeling of fullness combined with her own ministrations brings her close to the edge. She writhes on the silk sheets losing herself, mumbling incoherently and Ben can feel her arousal through the bond.

She's close!

He wants to be the one who does it!

Ben flings her hand away and replaces it with his mouth over her clit and Rey practically screams at the sensation! A tongue lavishes her pulsing nerves as he pumps with his fingers and she's sent over the edge, shuttering, shaking, gripping his head, pushing into his mouth, riding his faces in the most earth shattering orgasm of her life.

Ben is practically suffocated and he laughs against her, allowing her reaction to swell his already inflated ego. He wipes his face of the spit of fluid that popped from within her and thinks is all smells and tastes heady and sweet.

Once she releases him, he slides back up and envelopes her in his arms.

Satisfaction and bliss pulse between them.

Rey has never felt such pleasure, such peace, such warmth. Ben wipes tears from her eyes (the remnants of her orgasm) and flesh to flesh they breath together, relishing their high, willing this moment to last forever.

"I didn't know it could feel like that…" Rey whispers into his chest.

Ben chuckles warmly and it rumbles through his chest and into hers.

They stay like that for some time, holding each other, fingers running gentle caresses over shoulders, chests, necks and faces.

A thought, or rather a fear, begins to fills Rey's heart as she comes down from her high. Remembering the war and their purpose she thinks, this could be only moment they ever share. And she wants more.

They lay, embracing and facing each other. Still tingling down there, Rey begins rubbing against Ben's already swollen member.

He had been thinking similar dark thoughts, but was content with what she's allowed to happen between them thus far. He wasn't going to push any further. But then she starts moving against him. His cock slides against the front of her folds, as she grinds against him, and his mind descends into a needy fog. Everything is still hot and slick and soon they're panting and sighing again.

Then a delicate hand slides between them and wraps around his length.

Ben groans and buries his face in the nook of her shoulder. No one had taken him in hand before, nor had he wanted them to. It was exquisite.

Rey makes some experimental stroke, completely amazed at the smoothness of the skin. It's like silk itself! And yet so hard. She runs a thumb over the top, spreading moisture down his length and Ben is losing his senses, pumping himself into her hand slowly.

But that's not what she wants to accomplish here.

Rey takes Ben's length and positions it further between her legs, right where she thinks he entered her with his fingers before. She lifts a leg over his hip and pushes against him, slipping the very tip inside.

"R-Rey!" he chokes.

His heart utterly stops. Ben tenses and grabs her shoulders to look into her eyes. Her eyes are heavy lidded, teary and intense, desperate and adoring.

He looks down between them and his heart stutters again, the pit of his stomach falling in with the intensity of the dire to push all the way inside her.

His eyes fly back to hers.

"Is this what you want?" He asks in a husky nervous voice.

She pours her feelings into him and he's surprised and overwhelmed. It may be the only chance we get.

"Ben, please…"

That's all he needs. One arm snakes around her back, hand up to her neck while the other hand takes a firm grip on her hip and he pushes inside his Jedi love. Ben gasps and Rey groans.

She tenses and Ben tries to kiss the pain away, as he inches further and further into her.

There's the feeling of pinching and pulling her apart as she's filled to the brim.

Shaking, shuttering they look at each other, holding each other. His face hangs over hers, worshiping her, drinking in their reality and their oneness. The force rejoices around them as she lifts a finger and brushes his dark dangling hair behind his ear. She strokes the large shell of it, smiling at how endearing his big ears make him and he just watches the expressions on her face chasing each other with wonder.

Then he moves and they both moan, she clutches his shoulder and they lock eyes again.

Neither can believe this is real.

Slowly, they move in rhythm with each other, the force whipping into a frenzy of colors around them, each whispering the other's name. Ben rolls her fully on her back to get a better angle, and drives himself into her a little more quickly. Her wet tightness around him is like nothing he ever imagined and he knows this won't last long.

There are sweet kisses as he buries his face beside hers and he moves again and again. Rey's discomfort quickly becomes pleasure as their collective arousal builds, neither sure where one's feeling's begin and the other's ends.

Rey rakes her fingers down his back and wraps her legs around his hips, pulling him further into her. It will never be close enough, she wants all of him! And he wants all of her.

Ben collapses on her, his weigh delicious, his pace inside her is maddening, their desire all consuming, pleasure is growing, it's all going to blow!

Moaning, panting, gasping the come in unison! The bed rattles, items fall from the walls, he buries himself inside her as his seed escapes in explosive squirts. They cling to each other, hot and sweaty, the pressure of each other is the only reality.

Ben rolls beside her, spooning her, keeping his penis inside her as long as he can. And it's like this that they fall back to sleep.

For now, the galaxy and the war can wait.