Sara woke up on a bed. Ben's bed by the scent coming off of it. She stretched and sat up. The room was dimly lit, making it look more comfortable than it actually was, the bed was in the middle of the space, a door to the left of the bed and a windowless wall to the right. Two bedside tables, one on each side of the bed. It looked plain, like any other room in a spaceship, so the lighting helped. She stared at Ben, who was sitting on a chair by the bed analysing the hilt of her lightsaber.
"So do you have the habit of taking female prisoners into you bed?" she tried to conceal the jealousy from her voice, unsuccessfully.
He smiled and looked up at her.
"No. You're the first." he put her lightsaber onto the bedside table, beside his own.
They stared at each other in awkward silence.
"How..." he tried to start a conversation. "How have you been?"
"I've been alright. Life went on as usual after you left. I was still working at the Castle until two months ago, when I decided to join the Resistance."
"Why did you join it?" he sounded curious.
"For reasons that I don't want to share with you right now."
Then silence, again.
His eyes fell on the engagement ring still on her finger.
"Why do you still wear it?" he asked.
Sara took that hard.
"Shouldn't I? Or is that your subtle way of asking for a divorce?"
"No! Of course not. But I was... I abandoned you. I made you suffer — more than once. I thought you'd hate me by now." he ran his hand through his hair, a sign of nervousness. "It really surprised me when you offered your help."
"If you want out of the First Order, we'll find a way, together; I'll help you get away from Snoke. But I have conditions."
"What conditions?"
"You'll be honest with me."
"I've never lied to you." he furrowed his brows.
"But you hid things, Ben. So if you want me to help you, and to give us a chance, you'll have to tell me everything."
"Ok. Agreed. But I want the same from you. You'll tell me why you joined the Resistance."
And Sara's words had turned against her.
"Fine." she agreed, uncertain of how to tell him about Hope. "My first question, and I want an honest answer: did you consider killing Han? For real?"
"I didn't want to do it! But until I saw you there, I thought that was my only option. I would have regretted it forever. "
"Snoke is testing you. He sees your conflict and he doesn't like it."
"Exactly. He thought that killing my father would make me fall into the Dark side for good."
"He doesn't understand shit about dark side or light side. Or about you. You were born with both, they are natural parts of you – the Light will never leave you. The darker you try to be, the stronger that Light will try to become, to balance your inner essence. And you'll only feel more out of control." she held his hand. "I've always told you: we all have both inside of us, our choices and actions are what make us who we are. Even your grandfather had some light in him at the end."
"Yeah, I remember Luke's stories." he held her left hand between his own, looking at the ring he had put on her finger. "Is there... could there still be an us someday?"
"For a long time I thought that was impossible; when you left me to go to Rakata Prime, in 27 ABY, I felt extremely betrayed by you." she took her hand from his and looked at the ring. "But I never mustered up the courage to take this off. I felt that as long as I still had it on my finger, I could keep on hoping that one day you'd see the enormous stupidity you had done and you'd return to our blue cottage."
"And I did. Three years later."
"You went there to stay?"
"That was my biggest desire." he nodded, "But byv then I had discovered that there is no way out of the First Order. If I became a deserter, they would hunt me down. Snoke would kill me, the Kights of Ren, you, and all would've been for nothing."
"So you went there to say goodbye."
"Yes. I decided that if I had to work for Snoke, I would do that without dragging you down with me."
They just looked at each other in silence for a while.
"What do you think he'll tell you to do to me?" Sara asked, worried.
"Once he sees this." Ben picked up her lightsaber again. "The white colour of it. He'll have you executed in the next second."
"So we must kill him first."
Ben put her lightsaber back on the bedside table and looked at her, worried about the success rate of that plan.
"Even if we kill him, Sara, he has eight highly trained Praetorian Guards."
"We can take them down. But let's cross that bridge when we come to it, okay? Let's focus on solving one problem at the time." she got up from the bed. "Right now, my problem is that I need a shower. Do you have a decent one here?"
"Yes. Over there." he pointed to the door of his bathroom.
"I'll need some clean clothes and a towel as well." she said, walking to the door he had indicated.
"I'll see what I can find."
And she entered the bathroom.
Ben heard when she turned on the shower; and memories of shared showers filled his head. He picked up boxer briefs that were tight on him, a towel, and a black t-shirt – it would look like a dress on her but it was all he could find.
He knocked on the bathroom door and said:
"I brought you what you asked for."
"Come in, leave it on the sink." he heard her voice from the other side of the door.
He walked into the bathroom, his eyes going straight to her naked form, she had her back to him, so he could admire her for a while; she had her arms up, washing her hair, her long wet hair that got almost to her ass. That ass. How many times had he caressed that ass. He looked at her thighs... remembering them spread out, allowing him to be between them and penetrate her; the memory of those same thighs wet with his come popped into his mind and he groaned.
"Ben. Are you ok?" she asked, looking at him.
"Yes. I'll just leave..." he sounded off.
He put the towel, the shirt and the boxer briefs on the sink and left, closing the door on his way out.
Sara could very well guess what he had been thinking – and she missed him just as much, but it was still too soon to reopen those wounds. She hadn't told him about Hope yet; she feared that his desire for her might cease after he learned she hid their daughter from him.
She turned off the shower and picked up the towel (black), dressing up after she had dried her body. The boxer briefs (also black) were comfortable and the t-shirt (black, as well) looked like a loose dress.
"What is it about you and black clothes?" she joked as she was walking out of the bathroom, drying her hair on the towel. "Is it mandatory that you throw all colourful clothes away once you join the Dark side?"
"Something like that, yes." he smiled, sitting on a chair, removing his boots and socks. "You look great."
"No lying, Ben. Remember?"
"I'm not. I've always liked seeing you dressed in my shirts."
Sara stopped drying her hair and hang the wet towel on the back of the chair he was sitting.
"Well, I think now it's my turn to be honest with you." she said, suddenly serious, walking to the bed and sitting there.
Ben sat by her side, waiting for her to continue.
"The last time you were home, in 30 ABY," she began. "You left something behind."
"Really? I haven't noticed anything missing."
"It wasn't a thing, exactly. It was..." she sighed, nervously looking away. "I really don't know how to tell you this..."
"What was it?" he was getting anxious.
"I got pregnant, Ben, that night." she softly said, looking into his eyes. "The night we dueled, destroyed the sofa and fucked like crazy. We made a baby that night."
He was stunned – not even in his dreams he could have imagined that.
"We have a child? " he whispered.
"Yes. A little 3-year-old named Hope." she smiled, remembering her baby girl.
"A girl? A little girl?"
"Yes."
He stared at Sara, incredulity all over his face. She bit her bottom lip, feeling apprehensive, trying to understand if he had liked that information or not.
Suddenly he got up, walked to the nearest wall, and punched it, repeatedly, until his knuckles on both hands were bleeding.
Sara let him take his frustration on the wall, patiently waiting for his anger to subside.
Once he stopped and rested his forehead against the broken wall – his shoulders shaking as tears fell from his eyes – she walked to him, pulling him towards her in a tight hug, both still silent. After a while, she looked up into his eyes and held his hands, healing him with her powers.
Ben pulled her against his body and spoke, sounding desperate:
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry I abandoned you." he held her head between his hands, touching their foreheads together. "There hasn't been a day where I haven't missed our house, your scent, your cooking, you presence – everything about you." then he kissed her, adoringly, like a thirsty man drinking fresh water for the first time in a long while.
Sara let him, the well-known sensation of their powers mingling making her light-headed. She ran her fingers through his hair, touching his shoulders and chest next, going down to the rim of his pants, pulling his shirt out of them. He helped her take it off of his body. And Sara touched his bare chest, and had her mouth taken again in a ravishing kiss, his hands on her hips and thighs, pulling her against his hard body.
Ben backed her against the wall he had just partially destroyed and removed the black shirt she was wearing, leaving only the black boxer briefs covering her body, he kissed and touched her like he owned her body, leaving marks of fingers and teeth on her skin.
Sara pushed him away, turning them over, his back hitting the wall this time. And she kissed and bit his broad chest, trailing kisses down his belly button, getting on her knees, her hands working on opening his fly. She stared up at him, and pulled his pants down and off his feet. His black boxer briefs barely concealed his erection; she bit his cock through the fabric, making him moan, before sliding the boxers down his legs. She didn't wait to put him into her mouth. Ben gasped and groaned, one hand on her head, controlling her, like she knew he loved to. She took his member out of her mouth and licked it from root to tip, staring up into his eyes as her lips closed around its head again, making his hips jerk and the taste of his precum hit her tongue. Sara hallowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper into her mouth, her tongue circling his length; she sped up her moves, adding a hint of teeth and he tightened his grip on her hair.
"Stop." his voice deep with desire.
Sara stood up and Ben was on her in seconds, taking her into his arms, his tongue invading her mouth with furious passion and need. He hauled her up, and carried her to bed, dropping her there, his body covering hers. His hands found her breasts and his mouth followed. He touched, licked and bit her nipples, making her moan loudly. He removed the boxer briefs he had lent her and she was naked under him.
He didn't wait any longer, putting his length over her dripping entrance he slid it up and down, teasing her, feeling how wet she was, how needy of him. Sara spread her legs further apart.
"Fuck me, Ben." she pleaded.
And he did; penetrating her fully in one hard, long thrust.
She arched her back, gasping, making him get in even deeper. His mouth went back to torturing her breasts, and she was totally lost in his arms, under his strong body. Every thrust of his hips took her closer to her climax and he could feel it; the pressure of her slick channel on his member, the look of pure pleasure on her face, the gasps and moans that left her lips every time he pushed deep into her were all driving him mad with desire, he wanted to make her scream and fill her up with his come. But he also wanted it to last, so he rolled them over, putting her on top, making her sit on him. But Sara's hair sticking to her sweaty skin, the look of desire in her face, the way she stared into his eyes, biting her bottom lip as she rotated her hips in a circle, closing her eyes relishing the feeling of his hard length deep inside of her, none of that helped him delay his own climax. Ben thrust upwards and she began riding him, his hands on her hips, helping her up and down on his member. Sara arched her back, throwing her head backwards and moaned loudly in pleasure as her climax took over her body.
The image of that delicious woman lost in pleasure on top of him, breasts bouncing, lips parted, moaning unstoppably, was finally too much for him, he pulled her down onto his chest, taking her lips furiously and speeding up his thrusts until he felt her clenching around his length again and her whole body trembled while she moaned as loud as before.
"That's it." he growled. "Come for me." and he thrust upwards twice more, feeling his own climax take over him, spilling jets of hot come into her.
Sara lay down on top of him, feeling his softening erection slip out of her. They were both breathing laboriously and covered in sweat. She touched her nose to his and they kissed, slowly, tongues touching lazily.
"I love you." he said, looking into her blue eyes.
"I love you too."
But sudden knocks on the door pulled them back to reality, making them remember that they weren't on their bed, in their cottage, on Takodana, but in a First Order Upilison-class shuttle parked inside the Finalizer.
Ben stood up and walked, naked, to the door, opening it and saying:
"Yes, General?"
The ginger man gave two steps back, horrified and enraged by Ben's strong naked figure.
"What is...?" Hux began, glancing into the room and seeing the naked woman on the bed. "It's true, then, we are all allowed to take prisoners to our beds now."
"It's one of the privileges of being me." Ben was feeling too good to be furious at the other man at that moment.
"We'll see how far that privilege of yours goes." Hux was furious. "The Supreme Leader wants to see you. Now." then he smiled evilly, "Perhaps, while you're out there, I can make company to your guest."
"Nah. You wouldn't be able to handle her." Ben replied, mocking the other man, and closed the door on his face.
"Next time answer your compad, I am not your personal message boy!" Hux shouted.
Ben smiled, looking at Sara that sat in the middle of the messy bed, laughing.
"He truly hates me." he said to her.
"I can't imagine why." she said, smiling.
He looked at her, his smile being replaced by a serious, regretful, expression.
"I am really sorry I left you. I should have listened to you."
"It's ok, now." she stared at her hands. "I suffered like hell for a long time, but after I found out I was pregnant, I felt so happy, and when Hope arrived... Maz helped me a lot, but being a single mom is not easy... anyway, I didn't really have much time to think of how sad I was that you had left me."
"Does she know about me?" he asked, worried.
"Yes. Hope knows your name and that we had a fight and you left before learning about her. I also told her how we met, and your mother told her some of your childhood stories. She tries to find you every night while we meditate."
"So she is Force-sensitive?"
"Yes. That's the main reason why I never looked for you to tell about her. I feared you would tell Snoke and he would do something to harm her." she looked at Ben, who was getting dressed to go see Snoke in the hologram room. "What will you tell him tonight?"
"That you stopped me from killing Han Solo and I took you for my personal pleasure."
"Both true." she smiled.
"He may already know about your lightsaber's color. And he'll want to see you." he sounded apprehensive. "Let's see what he wants from me tonight and what he'll tell me to do about you. I'll delay the moment you meet him for as long as I can."
He kissed her and grabbed his mask, already fully dressed.
"You know," she said, eyeing him wantonly, "One day you'll have to fuck me with those clothes on. Mask and all."
Ben laughed and left the room, locking it so that no one could hurt the woman in his bed.
"Supreme Leader." Ben greeted as he kneeled down in front of the huge projection.
"Ah, Kylo Ren, some interesting rumour has reached me." began Snoke. "Words saying that you have claimed a prisoner for yourself. That a resistance female would be, at this moment, inside your rooms. A female Jedi, and not just a simple one, but one with a white lightsaber."
"It's true, Supreme Leader. She stopped me from killing Han Solo, I had struck him down but she stopped me from delivering a final blow. I defeated her before the bombs exploded and decided to take her for my own pleasure."
"Nice. But it worries me to learn that a white-sabered Jedi is so close to you."
"I am only using her for..."
"I know. I understood. You may continue your activities, for now. Once she becomes a liability I'll let you know what you must do to her."
"Thank you, Supreme Leader."
And the projection vanished.
Ben stood up, feeling a small relief – he had bought them some time.
Notes: Chapter 12 may take a few days to be ready. I am having trouble liking it as it is right now.
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