AN: And what wedding plotline could be complete without the wedding night?
They stay out for a few hours, and have a picnic for dinner under the stars. Rose had planned everything out extremely well, and extremely quickly, a testament to her determination. When Gemma starts to nod off, Leia bids everyone goodnight, and starts back to the base against Rey's protests.
"Dear, it's your wedding night- now, obviously, it's not your first time…" Leia says, glancing at Gemma and then looking back at Rey. "But it's still a special night. I'm keeping the baby tonight, no arguing. You might as well just thank me."
"...Thank you." Rey says, her cheeks flaming. Leia nods, and pats her cheek gently before she turns and starts to go.
"I'll walk you." Luke says, and he embraces Rey before he follows his sister out of the clearing. Rey resumes her seat next to Ben on the grass, and he wraps his arms around her as they stare up at the now starry sky.
"Breathtaking." Rey murmurs quietly, and he nods, never taking his eyes off of her.
"Yes." He agrees, his fingers running over the bare skin of her shoulders. Her whole body starts to tingle.
"How soon can we leave and not have them think we're rude?" She asks, biting her lip. He shrugs, and stands up.
"Thank you guys, for everything." He says, pulling Rey up from the grass. "It's been great, but I think we're going to turn in." Rey's blushing, and she's glad when he pulls her out of the clearing so quickly that their friends don't have time to react. They keep their fingers twined together as they walk slowly, enjoying each other's company.
"Today was perfect." Rey says, glancing up at him through her thick lashes.
"It was. It is." He agrees. "It's not over yet." Her blush spreads. "I love your skin when you blush...when you want me...it's like cream and roses."
"That makes me sound elegant." She shakes her head.
"You are. You're a goddess; how many times do I have to remind you?" He stops walking, and catches her face in his hands, kissing her far more deeply than he had at the ceremony. She moans against his mouth, and her fingers tangle in his hair. "My wife. My perfect, beautiful wife."
"I can't believe that I'm actually a wife...I was just getting used to being a mother." She laughs as they resume walking. "But I'm really yours. And you're really mine...of all the ways I was expecting my day to end…" They're taken back to Starkiller when she speaks those words, remembering the first time she'd spoken them, just after they'd made love for the first time. When they'd made Gemma.
"So much has changed, since then." He observes, his thumb tracing patterns on the back of her hand. "So much still is going to change."
"For the better." She insists, stepping in a little closer to him. "Everything is better when we're together. Always."
"Always." He agrees, lifting their joined hands to kiss the back of hers.
"I know we've got a lot ahead of us-"
"I don't want to think of any of that tonight, Rey." He sighs, running his free hand through his hair. "Tomorrow, we'll think about what we have to do next. But today...tonight...I just want to think about you, about us. Is...is that okay?"
"I'll allow it." She says after pretending to deliberate for a moment. They pause and punch in their ID code at the gate before he scoops her up in his arms. "Ben!"
"What? It's a threshold!" He insists. "Yeah, I've seen the holofilms, I know what grooms are supposed to do." He teases when he senses her shock.
"You...watch holofilms?" She asks.
"Even Kylo Ren got bored sometimes." He shrugs, but winces when he feels the negative memories that the name conjures. "Sorry."
"Shh. no, no apologizing. Not tonight, remember? Only me and you...us?" She asks, lifting her hand to cradle his cheek. He nods, and she cranes her neck to kiss his jaw. "You know, we're well over the threshold, I could walk back to our room."
"And I'd just have to pick you up again when we got there."
"Yes, picking me up is clearly extremely strenuous for you." She chuckles. She's glad that it's late enough that the halls are deserted.
"Extremely." He nods, pretending to let her slip through his arms only to catch her again. She hits his chest gently.
"You're ridiculous." She laughs. "And I love you." He opens the door with a wave of his hand, and carries her to their bed as it closes behind them. He lays her down gently, splaying her hair around her head like a halo, and he stares at her. "What?"
"You look so beautiful...and this dress...I can't decide if I should rip it off or if I should hike up the skirt so I can watch you fall apart while you're dressed like a perfect virgin bride…" He says, and a chill of excitement runs across her body.
"Why not both?" She asks as heat courses through her blood. He smiles, and kneels on the edge of the bed, pulling off her shoes, and slowly working his way up her legs, tugging the skirt up an inch, and kissing the newly exposed skin thoroughly before moving it up another inch and repeating. It's like exquisite torture, and she's embarrassingly ready for him by the time her skirt has reached her thighs. He's radiating pride and desire as his lips brush one thigh, and then the other, and he gently pushes the skirt up over her hips and lets out a low groan against her skin, making her writhe. "Ben!"
"I can't believe you weren't wearing anything under this all day and you didn't tell me." He growls, his hands trailing up her legs. She's blushing now.
"The skirt was too tight in the back- you could see my underthings through the dress." She explains, not mentioning that his mother was the one who'd suggested this solution. It had seemed practical at the time, after all, it was a full length dress, so there was very little risk of an incident where people would see that she had foregone the tiny scrap of fabric...but it was clearly doing very, very powerful things to Ben. "I...didn't realize you'd like that so much." He hums in approval, reaches up to caress her breasts through the white fabric. "Ben- please!" She gasps, arching her back.
"I was going to go...so slowly…" He says, moving up her body to kiss her lips gently. "Watch you fall apart with my hand between your legs…" She can't stop the moan that escapes her lips.
"I need you. Now." She insists, reaching between them for his belt buckle. He doesn't object- he needs her just as much as she needs him. His lips find hers as she frees him, and he enters her swiftly, making them both groan in pleasure. Her legs wrap around him, and his forehead rests against hers, keeping eye contact the entire time. His eyes are deep, and full of love, passion, devotion. She bites down on her lip to keep from screaming, and her eyes flutter shut.
"Open your eyes- I need your eyes." She slowly opens her eyes, and he kisses her as she cries out, feeling nothing but him. She sees sparks in her vision, and her whole body is trembling against him as he keeps his pace. "I love you- Force, I love you!"
"I love you, I love you, I love you!" Flies from her mind into his as he moves inside of her, already building her up for another crash. He's close, she knows, but he's determined to bring her with him. "Ben!" She gasps as he lowers his head to bite into her shoulder. His pleasure fills her, and she's there again, faster than she had thought possible. He collapses on top of her, his lips moving lazily across the skin of her throat. "Wow…"
"I take it you're satisfied, Mrs. Solo?" He asks, a smile playing on his lips.
"Very." She grins, kissing him. He rolls onto his side, keeping her cradled to against his chest. "Mmm. Mrs. Solo. I like the sound of that."
"So do I. You have no idea how much." He says, kissing her deeply, and gripping her hips tightly in his hands.
"Mm...I think I have some idea." She's beaming now. "Husband." She says, trailing her hand across his still clothed chest. "Off." She says, and he grins.
"So demanding."
"Maybe you just never take your shirt off fast enough." She protests.
"My apologies." He chuckles, and pulls it off, tossing it aside.
"You're so handsome, my love." She says, smiling and kissing his chest. "Someday, when we have our son, I want him to look just like you."
"I want all of our children to look like you."
"Because Gemma looks so much like me." Rey rolls her eyes.
"She's a mix."
"She's perfect."
"I know." He reaches for the back of her dress, finding the buttons keeping it closed, and his fingers begin to work them one by one without ever taking his eyes off of her face.
"You said "all of our children", just how many do you want?" She asks, biting her lip.
"As many as you want." He says.
"That's what you said last time." Rey scoffs.
"I...I don't know. I love you- and I love Gemma...and having more like her...well, that wouldn't be so bad."
"No, it wouldn't." She agrees, lifting her hand to brush some hair out of his eyes as the dress begins to slip off of her shoulders. "Someday. Someday, I'm going to ask you to fill me with your child." His fingers falter for the first time when she says this, and she sees the knob in his throat rise and fall. "You like that?"
"...Yes." He admits. She can feel through the bond just how much he does. The bond floods with images of her, the way she looked while she was round with his child, how she would look different each month as her stomach swelled. She sees an older Gemma climbing onto her lap, patting her stomach. The three of them together in a large body of water, a beach, her sitting on the sand, caressing her stomach while he's holding their daughter out in the surf. And then she sees him kissing his way down her swollen stomach, caressing her breast- it's a memory and a dream all rolled into one. "My beautiful wife." He whispers into her neck as he pushes the dress further down. It catches where he's stopped undoing the buttons, but he's too lost in desire to care as the stitches give way. "Mine."
"Yours." She agrees.
