"Accelerate more." Ben said, easing the nose of his simulated TIE Silencer around to the right. "See if you can stay on my wing at full speed."
It had taken nearly an hour for her to get comfortable with the controls of the TIE Advanced's simulator capsule, but now that she was he was pushing her through an exhillerating series of manuevers.
"Alright, not bad." He said approvingly as she stayed firmly at his side through a tight turn. "Now, fly straight." He said and flipped his fighter in a tight three sixty roll around hers. "Think you can do that without scraping some paint?"
"Show off!" She laughed, then mimicked his move.
"Look who's talking!" He teased. "Alright, slip infront of me and fly straight. I've always wanted to try this…"
"Try what?" She asked, pulling ahead of him.
"This!" He said and sent his fighter into a spin, firing above and below her cockpit with every rotation.
"Hey!" She shouted.
He leveled off, laughing. "Now you spin left, I'll spin right, let's see if we can blast a hole through…" he tapped a few buttons and a big ship she couldn't classify appeared in front of them. "This."
"Don't shoot me!" She demanded.
"Ready?" He asked.
"How do you spin so tight?" She asked quickly.
"Full throttle, full left stick, full left pedal." He instructed. "And fire as fast as you can, you're in front."
"Alright! Ready!" She sent her fighter into a spin as instructed.
He sent his spinning in the opposite direction, firing almost as fast as she was despite having to time his shots to avoid blowing her solar arrays off.
"This really is fun!" She yelled as they punched through the far side of the big ship.
"It's a lot more fun with you here, everyone else freaks out when I shoot at them." His voice was full of laughter and admiration for her nerve.
"I want to try it from behind!" She called, pulling back on both sticks to flip over the top of his fighter and get behind him.
"Don't shoot me!" It was his turn to be concerned.
"Fly straight." She said and sent herself into a spin. She held off firing for a few seconds, afraid to hit him, then when she felt comfortable with the timing she let loose a volley of laser bolts that neatly flew past his cockpit. "Wow!" She leveled off. "That's not as easy as it looks!"
"Ready to try it with us both spinning?" He had never flown with another Jedi before and was having the time of his life. His enthusiasm mingled with hers kept them both happily enjoying the simulators for hours.
Over dinner, alone in their quarters, she asked him, "How long would it take to have a fighter, like your grandfather's, built for me?"
"Well, I have the technical readouts for his, but it would take a while to put together a design schematic." He frowned. "I would rather you stayed out of a real fight, though."
"You're cute when you're being protective, but don't over do it." She said with a hint of warning in her tone.
"I'm serious." His frown deepened. "It's too risky. Sims are great, but they lack the human element. They also don't feature the stray laser bolts you're just as likely to be killed by in real combat."
"What you're saying is, it's alright for you to take those risks, but it's not alright for me to do the same?" She glared at him.
"No!" He shot back firmly. "I'm saying I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you."
"Oh, like I did such a great job living with myself after Hux murdered you?" She dropped her fork onto her plate and scowled at him.
"Well…" He sighed. "No."
"Do you think you have a better chance of surviving a fight with some random stick in a slug on your wing, or with me there?" She gave him an arch look that dated him to argue the point.
"I've done just fine so far with a 'stick in a slug' on my wing." He countered, less afraid of accepting the dare than of putting her in harm's way. "You've got what? Five hours of sim time logged? And zero combat experience?"
"I'll put in the sim time." She promised ungraciously. "And I'll have you know, I have been in two combat situations before, once as pilot and once as gunner, on the Falcon!"
"You have?" His surprise was evident "When?"
"The first time I ever flew the Falcon, Finn was my gunner, we had to fight off a few TIEs to get away from Jakku." She squinted at him. "And Chewie flew while I shot down several of the TIEs you sent after us on Crayt."
He stared at her blankly for a moment before quietly confessing, "I didn't know you were in the Falcon when I sent them after it."
"Well, I was." She took a drink of water and set her cup back down.
"Alright." He sighed and capitulated. "You can fly with me if the need ever arises, but only if you log at least a hundred hours in the sim between now and then... and twenty hours a week every week after you reach the hundred."
"So, I get my own TIE Advanced?" She pressed.
"No." He sniffed. "You get your own TIE Silencer. You can start in my simcap tomorrow."
She made a delighted sound and came around the table to kiss him soundly. "Thank you!"
"I still don't like it." He grumbled. "But you're right, after two hours in the sim you were already doing a lot better than most career pilots."
"I love you so much!" She squealed and started kissing him in the spots along his neck that she knew drove him mad.
'Join with me.' He thought into her mind.
In response she slipped into his mind and allowed him fully into hers. As always, when they shared this link during intimate moments, their mutual desire flared white hot in an instant, feeding off of each other's passion and growing as it echoed between them.
Rey could feel the blood pounding through Ben's veins, the uncomfortable pinch where his trousers protested against his sudden arousal, the almost electric tingling sensation flooding through his entire pelvis. Feeling what he felt, in moments like this, made it impossible for her to think about anything but increasing that pleasure until it passed beyond all rational description.
He stood, alleviating the painful pinch in his groin and increasing the tingles behind the base of his erection exponentially. The sensation stole away what little breath his kisses had left her with. He lifted her off of her feet by the backs of her thighs, guiding her legs around his waist as he did so. Each step he took caused their sexes to rub together provocatively, increasing the pleasurable, slowly building pressure in her womb.
The lighting level changed beyond her closed eyelids and she opened them to see why. He had carried her into the refresher. She let the question flit through her mind. His response might have been humorous if she wasn't already teetering on the brink of madness. 'Five hours in a sweaty flight suit.' Was all the explination he gave. He set her down on the counter by the sink and removed her top even as she clawed at the fastenings on his.
She slid off the counter and divested herself of the rest of her clothing as he did the same.
"Mmm, we've never done this before." She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck as they stepped into the shower and the spray of warm water began to pelt them from above.
"It's past time we did." He said breathlessly, and captured her mouth with his.
The fragrant smell of his soap only increased her already throbbing arousal as the slippery glide of his hands across the skin of her back sent shivers up and down her spine. She reached out with one hand and a squirt of her own flowery cleanser landed in her palm. She smoothed it across the hard plane of his chest, enjoying the way the fragrances blended almost as much as the feel of her own slippery fingers against his skin. She worked the lather lower, across his ribs. Lower, massaging it into the skin over his rippling belly muscles, which danced about wildly at her touch. She could feel that she was tickling him, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation, a tickle, yes, but an arousing tickle that increased the intensity of the tingles in his groin even more.
His hands on her back kneaded the slippery soap into her skin, lower and lower until he was forced bend down to reach the bottom of her cheeks. She felt his fingers slide between the backs of her thighs and thought he meant to lift her up but he didn't. He let his soap slickened fingers glide upwards into the cleft of her body, stroking her arousal and up, farther still, between her cheeks. She jumped at the feel of his fingers as they skimmed across that part of her body that even she never touched with her bare hands. The sensation was so powerful that they both broke off kissing to give each other a startled look. Deliberately, he stroked her there again.
"Oh!" She gasped.
His erection jerked against her belly in reaction to the sensation. He could feel that she was neither fully comfortable with the pleasure of his taboo caress, nor exactly uncomfortable with it. He rubbed her there again, his stroking finger pressing against her a bit harder as he drew a circle around that forbidden entrance to her body.
Her knees turned to water and she clung to his shoulders, writhing against his soap slickened front, in time to the slick caress of his nimble finger.
His free arm held her against him like an iron band as she writhed and howled at the pleasure of his touch. He could feel how close she was to climax but to her disappointment, he withdrew his hand, denying her that sweet release. He nuzzled her just below the ear, licked her earlobe and whispered, "Turn around."
Her shaking legs made following his command far more difficult than she could have ever imagined. She felt a tiny frission of Force wash through him and then the icy feel of of a fresh squirt of soap against the almost painfully tight bud of her right nipple. His hands took turns working the soap across her chest, raising a thick white lather on both breasts as he massaged them thoroughly.
His slickened hands worked the soap lower, across the hard plane of her belly. She was nearly dizzy with the almost tickling sensation, so similar to how it had felt when she'd done the same to him. He pressed against her back, leaning her forward with the pressure of his body and slipped his fingers inside the need moistened folds of her sex.
His throbbing shaft slipped between the apex of her thighs and he withdrew his maddening fingers from her cleft as the engorged tip of his arousal took their place. Slowly, deliberately, he rubbed his hardened length against her and pressed her further forward with one hand between her shoulder blades. He readjusted himself with his free hand and let the water wash away all traces of soap from his hands and her sex before slipping first one, then a second finger inside of her, filling her up with just those two digits.
She rolled her hips in rhythm with his slow, torturous caress, her gasping breaths turned to mindless cries of ecstacy as his fingers tortured her, not quite allowing her release, but keeping her so close to it that she was lost in a haze of sensation so overwhelming that she lost the ability to verbalize anything more than primal moans, grunts and gasps.
When she was so far gone that nothing existed but the sensation of his fingers as they demolished her mind, body and soul he rubbed her there with his thumb, gliding his fingers in and out of her, sliding his thumb up and down across that newly discovered pleasure center. It was too much, she screamed as her release sent her spinning out of control with more power than all of her previous climaxes combined.
Vaguely she felt his seed spurt from his body and heard it hit the shower wall with an audible splat that startled them both for a second. A heartbeat later he slammed his still pulsing cock into her quivvering sheath with so much force that he had to catch her as his thrust lifted her off the floor. He settled her feet back on the floor and held her firmly in place by her hips as he spun completely out of control, slamming into her from behind, faster and faster, harder and harder as she screamed with wild abandon, urging him on with a mindless hunger to match his own.
Their bodies, unable to sustain the sheer magnitude of sensation burst into a dazzling display of blazing white light.
On and on it went, building to new heights with every ravishing stroke until finally, as one they screamed their release and crumpled to the rough tile floor. With the last iota of his strength he turned them, pressing one hand between her breasts he braced her against his body so that they landed on their sides, her head protected from the floor by his bicept, his by his hand, their bodies still conjoined. Force energy rippled through them as they jerked and twitched together in the blinding glare of light emmanating from their skin.
Slowly, heartbeat by heartbeat the light faded and the wracking spasms melted away into bone shaking trembles which soon gave way to vibrating shivers.
It was a long time before either could think, speak or move.
