He can't ever remember being this happy. The stress of being the Supreme Leader is gone and at this moment he is just a boy who loves a girl who loves him back. She giggles at his thoughts and he smiles. He waves his hand, easily unlocking a door before pulling her in with him. Kissing her hard he looms over her and she can't help but giggle and the sound makes his heart soar.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, running his fingers through the loose strands of hair at her temple. He's resting with his hands on either side of her head and her face is alight with nervous laughter at the situation they've suddenly found themselves in. He pulls her to him so she is pressed against the entire length of his body. "You're so beautiful." His voice breaks and she blushes realizing that once again he's completely in awe of her.
His hands smooth up and down her back and she shivers, her eyes closing as his bare fingers curl around the base of her neck when he kisses her again. Their bond hums with pleasure and it's a shared sensation that zings from his chest to his groin. He tugs gently and the sensation grows and he can't help but chuckle; she gets the same small pleasure from receiving pain that he does from causing it. He turns them, their feet stumbling together and he chuckles as she giggles before her back meets the other wall and his mouth meets hers again.
Her hands feel like they're everywhere, grasping the nape of his neck, his bicep, his jaw and it's too much too soon and he's pinning her hands above her head and she's moaning into his mouth and he has to stop. He needs to stop or he may do something he'll regret later. He steps back and she slumps down the wall a bit. He hadn't realized he had pinned her so well she was standing on her toes while they kissed.
Her laugh meets his ears and her hands are on him, her fingers curling in the shirt at his waist as she tries to pull him back to her. "Why did you stop?" She asks her fingers moving to the collar of his shirt so she can tug him down to her level, kissing him again.
"Rey." His voice is a low growl as he moves his mouth to her neck, pressing kisses there. "I don't…" She's moving against him and he can't think. He stills her by her hips, his hands spanning most of her pelvis easily as he presses her against the wall in an attempt to give himself some distance. "I can't think when you're moving like that," he whispers, his mouth against her neck again.
"Then don't… don't think." Rey whispers and he chuckles again.
"I have to, starshine. I… I've never… and I don't… I don't want this to be something you'll regret later." his voice is pained and she stills, curling her fingers in his hair and pulling, directing him to look at her once more.
"I want this." she breathes, pressing her lips to his cheek tenderly. "I want this. I want you. When will there be a better time?"
"Okay…" his voice mirrors his 'please' from aboard the Supremacy. "I don't…" he swallows thickly and searches her eyes. "I've never…"
"Neither have I… we… we can figure it out together?" Rey whispers, and when he nods she looks around the room suddenly realizing where they are. "What room are we in?" She asks curiously. Ren shrugs and she laughs. "Stay here." He nods watching curiously as she darts for the door.
When she is gone he pulls out the com device and dials the private frequency of Mira Ren. "Mira… Mira, it's Kylo… I need…" His voice dies away.
"What do you need Kylo? Are you alright? Where are you? I can be there in a few moments." Mira's voice sounds panicked but Ren shakes his head.
"No.. no I just… It's Rey. I'm with Rey and we're… and I don't know what to do." Mira's laughter makes him frown.
"You called me for sex advice Kylo?"
"I… Maybe?" Mira laughs more.
"Okay so… just a couple of things."
Rey's hands tremble as she digs through Poe's bag to find the kit she was looking for. He had always bragged about how prepared he was for any encounter. She keeps looking over her shoulder towards the door, afraid she will get caught in the room Poe is sharing with Finn, but in her defense, they had left the adjoining rooms open. When she finds what she is seeking she sticks them in her pocket before darting from the room, cheeks red as she tries to remember which room Ben had broken into after leaving Maz in the meeting room.
Knocking shyly Rey smiles when Ren opens the door, relief written across his face as he pulls her by her upper arm into the room. "I… I thought for a minute you had left."
Rey shakes her head and pulls the packets from her pocket to place in his hand, cheeks hot. He looks at them for a moment before surprise registers on his face and he nods, moving to set them on the bedside table before pulling her to him, placing a gentle kiss on her mouth. To her, gentle doesn't feel right, coming from him. It reminded her of the careful way Poe had touched her back on Mimban.
Anger surges through the bond then and Ren's hand is on her hip and his tongue is in her mouth and pleasure surges through her in just the right way. This was what she wanted. Not soft and tender but him and all of his rough anger. This was what she had fallen into. She tries, for a moment, to overpower him but she finds herself pressed into the corner with his teeth nipping at her bottom lip and all she can do is moan.
She curls her fingers in his hair and tugs, his head snapping back with a groan to willingly give her access to his neck. She presses kisses there and earns a filthy noise from him when she tests her teeth on the spot he had left a hickey on her some weeks before, and the noise surges through her. She pulls away panting and looks up at him to find herself mirrored in his dark eyes.
She's far too far away for his tastes so dipping low he presses his fingers along the crest of her ass -where the bum meets leg- and pulls, hoisting her onto his hips and pressing her to the wall in a movement that brings her in contact with the most intimate part of him. They both pull away in surprise at the mixed sensation, foreheads pressed together as they just breathe.
He has to tilt his head up to kiss her now, but he doesn't mind because her hands are on his face and her mouth is on his and she is completely and wholly at his mercy. He presses himself against her and she kriffing keens. It's a high pitched, breathless sound that he forces from her by repeating his action from before and because he's so inept at controlling himself in this instance he has to stop moving for fear of his orgasm being so close just from the noises she's making.
He turns to drop her on the nearest bed and he isn't gentle but she laughs as she thumps against the mattress and reaches for him again that name ghosting her lips as she does. "Ben." It's only one word but it's his undoing.
She gasps when his hands are on her again, bare hands against the bare skin of her sides as he pushes her shirt up her stomach and presses open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he exposes. She's breathless by the time the shirt is up over her ribs and nestled firmly just under her breasts. His eyes swim into view again and she blinks, wondering why it had gone fuzzy for a moment before his hands are on her hips again. "Are you sure?" He asks and she nods, tugging her shirt over her head, bringing the band around her breasts to follow it, dropping it off the side of the bed as she goes.
She shifts under his appreciative gaze feeling suddenly self-conscious, but the look of wonder on his face makes her heart skip a beat as he trails careful fingers from her collarbone, down her chest to flutter over delicate dark nipples before brushing along the underside, his hands shifting to grasp gently and palm her breasts, testing their fullness in his hands. "You're so kriffing gorgeous," he whispers. "You don't even know how dazzling you are." He continues the track of his fingers downwards to curl across her ribs and down her stomach, her mouth dry as she watches the emotions flit across his face, all positive.
He finds a spot over her hip bone that causes her to gasp, and he grins a face-splitting grin as he dips down to attach his mouth to that spot, earning himself a low groan as Rey's fingers curl around the locks of hair under her hands. His lips follow her hip bone before he moves to the other one and she's completely at his mercy, unsure what else to do with her hands while his rove her body.
His mouth stills and he looks up at her with a look that takes her breath away. His dark hair falls into his eyes and around his face, brushing against the pale skin and before she can gather words to ask him why he's stopped he's leaning back to undo the tunic he wears and drops it with her clothes before tugging the shirt off.
He looks even larger from her spot spread out across the bed. She watches as he pulls his shirt off and giggles as his hair fluffs a bit before he's leaning over her legs to tug on the waist of her pants. "You're sure about this?" He asks and his eyes look so innocent, wide and cautious, and Rey can't help but lean up to kiss him. Her hands skim up his stomach and chest as she kisses him and she shifts so she's kneeling on the bed in front of him, her fingers tugging at his pants.
"If you ask me one more time …" She gets his pants open and tugs them down, her eyes locked on his as she lets her hands explore him. The contrast of skin to air is significant and goosebumps form where her fingers trial. As her hand brushes his bare cock he's grabbing her hands and forcing her back onto the bed with a shake of his head.
"I… I want this to be good for you." He whispers and his face is so earnest that she settles back onto the bed allowing him to lead. He kicks off his boots and pants and moves his hands to her waist, tugging the fabric from her hips and slowly down her legs and the motion earns him a giggle from her as she watches him struggle with her boots for a moment. He glowers at her but she feels no malintent through the bond and her giggles increase into full blown laughter and he's pulled into her laughter, giving a soft laugh himself. His voice is rough from misuse and he realizes he hasn't laughed since he was young. It feels good to laugh. He lays next to her for a moment and just takes it in, her laughing at him and him laughing just because she is.
She's distracted from her laughter for a moment when his hands are on her again, his entire body pressed to her side and his hand stroking along her hip while his mouth worries the skin below her ear. Her breath hitches when his hands trail lower and he finds a sensitive spot and presses and she can't keep her hips from jerking at the sudden sensation.
It had only been recently that she had begun to explore her own body, her self-discovery coming the first time she had been given access to one of the Resistance's showers. His hands are gentle, but not quite where she wants them and it frustrates her for a moment before she remembers that he's learning her just as she's learning him. Carefully she takes his hand and moves it just so and she gasps when he takes the direction and runs with it, pleasure surging through her core causing her fingers to curl around his bicep. "There?" he asks and she just nods, breath caught in her throat and mouth too dry to answer.
His fingers are bigger than hers, cover more space and feel different than hers when he finally slips two into the core of her sex. She can feel the second knuckles sink past the entrance for a moment and he groans his cock twitching against her hip. He shifts so he can lean up on his elbow to watch her face as he moves his fingers carefully, stretching and pulling and dragging them along the roof of her vagina. One brush makes her breath catch in her chest as his fingertips drag along a particular spot and she feels like her muscles may pull apart from how tense it makes her.
His breath is hot on her neck and she just wants to feel his body against hers. So she shifts over a bit to stroke her hand up his hip before she finds his cock and tugs and he gasps and jerks away, a sound low in his chest that shifts into a chuckle. "Easy." He kisses her temple, pulling his hand away from her crotch to take her hand and show her the proper way to touch him.
She's embarrassed that she had hurt him but he kisses away her thoughts and returns his fingers to stretching her carefully, his thumb brushing against the sensitive spot above it as he works her open with his fingers. Each brush of his thumb earns him a small gasp from her lips and his lips under her ear earns him a low moan.
It's exquisite torture, Ren's hand on her, but the pace grates on her nerves, causing her to grind her teeth as her hips jerk into his hand, searching for more friction. "F...Faster, more … please." she pleads and he complies, moving his thumb in earnest.
It takes him several more minutes to get her to the point where she's tense, a high strung cord gasping into the air. Her stomach muscles spasm and her toes curl against his shin and she lets out a low laugh when she finds her release, breath shuddering as she rolls her hips against his hand, trying to prolong the exquisite pleasure curling in her groin. He pulls wet fingers carefully from her and pulls her hand away from his cock, smearing her own juices against her wrist, but she doesn't have time to react because he's moving, reaching across her to grab one of the condoms from the bedside table.
He's thankful that this was something he had been taught by one of his knights as a teenager. Rolling it on carefully he pressed kisses along Rey's collarbones and up her neck before leaning up, his eyes searching hers. She wants this and she knows that he's asking her, again, if she's sure. In a snap decision, she is on her knees pressing her full weight against her torso and pulling his mouth down to meet her while she shifts and fumbles trying to figure out how to get exactly what she wants.
The bond doesn't help either of them, their thoughts are chaotic and so many sensations and feelings. He takes a breath and suddenly he finds himself sitting with her straddling his hips and this could work he realizes. He stills her hips for a moment, reaching around her to position himself, intent on easing them both into it, but she has other ideas, fully seating herself upon him in a manner that makes her cry out, her face falling to his shoulder and he groans into her hair before pain laces through their bond and his concern overshadows the shock and pleasure of being held so tightly by her cups her chin with one hand to tip her face up to his and he kisses her gently, trying to decide what exactly what he should do.
She shifts and gasps, there's pain at the apex of her thighs, but deeper, deeper feels better, it feels right although a little awkward and she shifts, the motion causing him to groan and the flutter of butterflies to curl around the base of her stomach. He shifts, one hand curling along her back to cradle the back of her head while the other guides them into a different position, him settling her back onto her back before he untangles one of her legs from his waist and she gasps at the shift that pulls him deeper. He shifts carefully, a bare movement and this isn't so bad once she ignores the discomfort where skin meets skin. "M-move." She whispers and she doesn't know if it will help but she wants to try. She's heard stories of it hurting and then getting better and she knew she wanted to see for herself.
Ren groans and complies, resting on his knees with his elbows resting on either side of her head. He cradles her head in his hands and kisses her as he moves, pulling out and pressing in again in a motion that was too slow and too gentle for her. Him being gentle is hard for her believe. If she didn't know better she would believe she was with someone else and not him. That thought causes him to jerk deeper into her, thrusting harder than he had intended and there was the keen again and he shifts, drawing back to do it again, and again he was blessed with that noise from her throat.
She shifts and gasps. It still hurts but the curl of pleasure when he moves just right elicits pleasure to her core. It's imperfect and he stops and starts but she enjoys it enough to chase that sensation. She isn't sure what exactly to do so all she can do is grasp his biceps and pray to the force that she doesn't completely come apart from this. Her thoughts are muddled and bright and she hasn't completely decided whether she likes this or not, but then his fingers have found that sensitive spot above where they're joined and pleasure sings through her blood and their bond and she's gasping aloud, her fingers digging crescent moons into his shoulders. His mouth moves to her breast and she's surrounded by sensations that overwhelm her.
His tongue is tender on her breast, sucking and pulling on her nipple, his fingers rubbing her clit clumsily but enough to send pleasure coursing through her stomach to her toes and causing her to arch against him because her body is betraying her. Of all of the emotions he outwardly displays, pleasure, is one that she only feels through the bond, all of his concentration on her, not himself and she feels selfish at that moment.
He pulls away to kiss her, adjusting his grip so he can press in harder, deeper and she's gasping aloud again. His groan mixes with hers and she can feel everything between them including his pleasure at being held so tightly between her legs and the delicious amount of friction he feels and it's enough to cause her to give a gasping cry as she tenses again, her hips jerking to meet Ren's thrusts a few times,his fingers still moving between them, before she feels all of the tension ease from her body in one heavy shuddered breath and she's laughing. She can feel his grin against her shoulder where he presses a kiss as he stills and carefully pulls out of her, tossing the condom into the trash next to the bed.
She twists and curls until she's snuggled against his side, his arms across her shoulders under her neck. She hurts but as he shifts onto his side to pull her closer so his nose is brushing along hers she lets herself slip into contented bliss and smiles when he presses a gentle kiss to her mouth. His sigh escapes softly from his nose and fingers curl around her ear and jaw as he holds her close. Her eyes close as his widen and the force suddenly shifts into a place that feels like chaos and harmony and overall peace and at that moment she's sure of him, he's sure of his plan, and they're sure of the feeling between them.
And above all else, there is the knowledge that nothing can stop them now.