'Falling asleep with Ben is… an experience. His body is large and warm like a giant furnace that wraps itself around her. In all honesty she's not used to sharing a bed with another human being. Snap never really stayed the night and her spare room makes sleepovers a more solo experience. Sure she's passed out drunk a few times and curled up with Jannah or Rose but beyond that slumber has always been an entirely solitary experience.

Now, her bed is consumed by this bear-like man who's all soft skin and sharp edges. She's not entirely sure what she expected really, she'd never thought about this part of things. Ben's always either serious and calm or a wild torrent of pent up energy. He's complex and deep and yet so incredibly simple she's shocked she hadn't noticed it before. She's always sort of watched him, like when he's reading the ingredients on a cereal box or waiting for BB to come in from his nightly business. Ben always looks so still, like a tree firmly rooted and sure of himself and his path. His smiles are rare and precious, his eyes set like granite beneath flame. He's more the Marine he talks about then the colossal screw up she's heard so much about.

So when he sleeps, Rey imaged more of a still as the grave type slumber, not this. Ben is a wiggler. He moves and shifts like he's running a marathon and where Rey would normally be epically annoyed at being woken up several times by an arm around her waist or a nose nuzzled against her shoulder she finds it all too endearing to complain. Sure she's going to be tired but the pay off is a warm body, Ben's warm body pressed against her. It's his leg wound around her hip or his massive paw holding her belly. He mumbles and he moans and he smacks his lips a little but all of it makes him just a little softer in her eyes. This large, very large man reduced to a mewling kitten as he sleeps.

Truth be told it's nice to feel wanted like this like her very existence is like breath in his lungs. It puts to rest a lot of the niggling insecurities that worm their way into her mind when she finds herself awake before him. That and well, the very obvious state of his desire pressed firmly against her hip.

He'd been wearing pajama pants and a simple white v-neck t-shirt when he came to her that night. He had looked tired and worried and when he took her in his arms her world shifted a little on its axis. Now, she can't imagine an evening without this, without the firm plains of his body pressed along her back, or under her. Carefully she tries to shift, her hips wriggling probably not the best under their current circumstances but Ben hmmm's in her ear as she tries to roll. She can feel his nose at her shoulder as he sleepy presses kisses against her skin, working the fabric of her t-shirt aside to allow better access. His kisses are lazy and sweet, sweeping up along her neck as they grow bolder. A hot pressing of his open mouth as his tongue darts across her flesh like fairies wings before he buries his nose in her hair.

"Mmmm, yousmell good," he mumbles against her as his hand rubs softly at her tummy. Her whole body flushes hot as his thumb hooks into the waistband of her sleep pants. It's a little strange to be held like this with no push to go further. Ben's hand rests calmly as though just needing a place to stay. He doesn't tickle or wander, simply pulls her body closer so that her hips fold into the small space allowed at his front.

It's hard to suppress the childish giggle as she feels every angle of him press just a little tighter. Ben's meets it with his own breathy chuckle as he slurs a soft, "Sssssorry," into her ear quickly adjusting himself so it's more of a long line and less of a poke. With his erection safely stored against the waistband of his sleep pants Ben makes short work of pawing her closer. There can't possibly be any space left between them but Rey can't find it in her to protest.

His hands trail her body, soft and lingering as he breathes contentedly into her hair. Moments pass where all she can do is close her eyes and take in every delectable minute of it. Allowing Ben Solo to touch and feel and explore as much as he desired. It's strange how something so simple can feel so erotic. He purposefully avoids all of her more sensitive areas but still she feels herself opening up to him. Her breath quickens as his fingers trail up along the column of her neck over her cheeks. They're broad and inquisitive and they make her feel so much more then anyone ever has.

Turning her head slightly she catches one of his curious digits in her mouth, wrapping around it with her tongue as she draws it into her mouth. She sucks softly before pressing a soft kiss against its pad reveling in the growl that comes from her backside. "Play nice," Ben grumbles but his voice is deeper now, less sleep-addled and more gritty punctuated by the slightest rolling of his hips.

Two can play that game. Rey smirks as she forces out a fake yawn and stretches her arms wide above her head, dislodging Ben from his wanderings only to push her hips back against him. It's cruel and torturous but there's something in the way he touches her that makes her feel brave. Desirable. His breath comes in a soft growl as Rey quickly rolls over, falling against the bed face to face with him. His eyes are closed as she adjusts her position. He's so much longer then she is even as he lies next to her half curled up. As she wiggles closer she presses her nose against his and marvels at the way the corners of his mouth lift in a grin. His kiss is soft and quick but it sends lightning arcing through her body down to her toes. When he opens his eyes she can see that dark need burning beneath the surface as the morning light filters in through the window.

"You work today huh?" He asks, his tone casual laced with the softest hint of disappointment.

"Mmm," she offers by way of answer, "But my last client finishes up around three," she wiggles a little closer, slipping her knee between his so her thigh rests against his hip. "After that I'm all yours?"

He kisses her again, firmer this time as he slants his mouth to gain further access. She follows into it, lips pressed in languid motions as her fingers lose themselves within his hair. One of his arms has wormed its way beneath her shoulder but the other traces smooth lines against her neck. It's simple, as though they've done it a million times before. As though this is how they wake up every morning. Only it's not, and there's so much more yet to be uncovered. There are areas she wants to touch, to feel, to taste and Ben, Ben simply takes his time. She can feel him twitch against her leg, the heat within her core building to an embarrassing degree. It would be so easy, so simple. A shifting of some clothing here, an angle of her hips there and Ben could find his way home. God how she wants that, how she needs that. To feel him on her, around her, in her. But, as quickly as the kissing starts, Ben is pulling away.

Rolling onto his back Rey leaves her leg draped over him, her hand scooped up in his. "Fuuuuuuuucccckkk," He lets out softly and she can't help but smile, it's nice knowing she can wind him up so easily. "You… you're the devil." He tells her teasingly as he kisses the back of her hand.

It's soft and sweet and so incredibly Ben that Rey's heart flutters softly at the simplicity of the action. "Sorry," she murmurs, tucking herself in close to his side. Laying like this only emphasizes how broad Ben is compared to her. It's infuriating and wonderful all at the same time.

Ben's grin broadens as he grabs her, rolling her on top of him. Her thighs span the width of his hips pinning his growing problem beneath the warmth at the center of her pelvis. Already Ben seems to have found the error in such a position as Rey's grin broadens and Ben lets out a soft huff of frustration. He's like a teenage boy scrambling to figure out what with himself. His hands at her sides, along her stomach, down her arms until he finally settles on pressing their hands together palm to palm. "You make it very hard to be a gentleman," he comments offhandedly as he flexes his fingers over hers.

His hands, like the rest of him are a work of art. Board palms, proportionally thick fingers and remarkably soft for something who works so much with them. They're distracting, large and milky white against her own small and tanned that are dry from over washing, her cuticles in desperate need of some TLC. "You make me look so tiny," she muses as she simply holds herself there, watching the way his fingers fold against hers as he looks up at her from his position below.

"You are tiny," He offers, "And I love it," his chuckle is a deep rumble that makes her belly do flip-flops.

"For the first time in my life, I don't want to go to work," she tells him honestly, rocking her hips a little in idle wonder.

The movement catches Ben's attention as he grumbles a soft warning of, "Rey…" and she's never heard her name said with such want. It stills her. Ben gives a sharp tug and she's pulled down against him, her chest flat against his as she worms her arms under his head and around his neck. Ben's hands find her hips and he's kissing her again, practiced and smooth. She feels his palms as the kneed into her outer thighs, his fingers exploring her curves as he works her shirt up just a little. "Rey…" he warns again as she grinds against him and this time she knows she's being mean.

He's trying so hard to keep his composure, and she's being a brat. "I should shower." she mutters against his mouth, pulling back just a little to nuzzle against his cheek, "You could…" She leaves the invitation open on the air but doesn't miss the way his eyes darken just a fraction, or how his fingers bite into her hips just a little tighter.

"Rey…" he warns again, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, "Please don't," his voice is soft and hesitant, "I don't know if I have the will power to say no if you keep asking."

Rey grins, "Would that really be so wrong?" she feigns coy but there's a deep white-hot need beneath her words.

Ben growls and Rey finds she loves the sound to it. His actions are practiced and quick as he uses his size difference and her more compact position to flip them. Rey's back hits the bed with an oof as Ben lowers himself against her. He fits snuggly between her thighs, like a puzzle piece that's been missing until now. Rey lets her arms fall from around his neck, gasping as he presses his need more securely against her to emphasize his point, "Yes," he grumbles, "No, I mean… Yes," his lips press a line along her neck as he mumbles into her flesh. "I need you to see that this isn't a hump and dump."

The laugh that erupts from Rey's throat is loud, as her body arches into his beneath the sheer force of it closing that little bit of a gap Ben had maintained, "What did you just say?" she cries, eyes watering before she can realize what she's done. There's dampness between them that hadn't been there before and Ben seems all too aware of that fact, his eyes glazing over as he peers down at her in wonder. "Did you really just say that?" she asks, her voice a little softer, as she lets her fingers trace soft lines against his pecs. She's trying to keep her touch gentle and innocent but when Ben Solo is looking at you like he wants to fuck you into the mattress, it becomes a little difficult to find your bearings. Her nails scrape over a clothed nipple softly and Ben sucks in a breath. Immediately she wants to apologize, everything in her screams for her to do so but she simply can't find it in her to speak.

"It's been ages since I've been anything more than a cock to get off on," he explains, his voice gruff and unstable, "I told you I haven't really dated since high school."

"Like, at all?" she finds herself asking.

Ben's nod causes hair to fall into his eyes which Rey can't help but tuck back behind his ear. She loves the way they peek out beneath his dark locks. Hidden but not quite like a secret only she knows the path to. Allowing her fingers to casually draw a line along the shell of his ear Rey smiles as Ben says, "No time. I was too… fucked up." There's a trace of regret there that digs a little as Rey listens, "I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into here." Ben seems to be reeling but Rey presses her thighs against his hips to stop his retreat. "I will struggle every day of my life…"

"And I will be there to hold your hand," she assures him, "You think I'm some great catch? I can't sleep with all the lights off. You've seen what thunderstorms do to me. I can go months with night terrors that wake me up in a fit… I have so many quirks and odd behaviors that I can't help because I'm damaged Ben…" but she smiles, leaning up to kiss him, "So we're works in progress, it'll be messy and maybe we'll fight. I don't know what's going to happen but I know I want to see… I want to try…"

Ben nods as his mouth finds hers. It's a quick kiss that is followed by another and another as Ben makes his way down her body. Her neck, her collarbone, her sternum through her shirt. It's soft and warm and dear god she needs to feel more of it. He's pulled back reaching her stomach as he slides his hands beneath the thin fabric. There's a grin on his lips that could swindle the devil as Ben looms just a moment over the exposed surface of her navel. His fingers touch and explore before his head dips and his tongue swirls over her flesh, his mouth descending to press one warm blistering kiss… then her raspberries her.

Rey squeals at the vibration of his lips against her stomach, giggling as she swats him away. His laugh is like magic as he pops up onto his feet and scampers out of range of her swinging arm. "Go get in the shower," he tells her as he makes his way over to the stairs, "I picked up some fresh avocados, I'll make breakfast tacos," he says with a waggle of his eyebrows, his tongue poking out over his bottom lip teasingly.

"Extra guac!" Rey calls as she falls back against her bed in a huff.

Ben's only response is, "You know it, now get your filthy ass in the shower."

And she can't help but listen, smiling to herself as she goes.

Showering after Ben has had his hands all over her is an exercise in self relief. Her whole body tingles beneath the wake of his hands. Her skin sensitive to the water, the hot and cold alike leave her desperate for a deeper connection for some kind of friction. His broad fingers and the way they tease, his mouth and the wanton way it explores. Even in the shower the path between her legs feels impossibly molten and damp. His damn chivalry will be the end of her but on the other hand it's nice to have someone who wants to take their time. She's never had that. It's always been quick couplings that end as fast as they start. A byproduct of her childhood is this wall she's built up around herself. A wall Ben has been patiently dismantling ever since their first strained interaction.

With her head pressed against the cool tile, Rey allows her hands to slip over her body. She tests the roundness of her breast and the curious nub of a nipple pert and ready for attention. Her palms rove over them, fingers rolling the sensitive buds between them. It's astonishing how sensitive she is from a little heavy petting and the attention of his mouth. Determined hands slip further, dipping between her thighs. If she closes her eyes she can see Ben's face hovering over her, hear his voice speaking of all the deliciously explicit things he wishes to do to her. Curious fingers twitch as they roll over dampened folds before slipping between warm slick lips. It almost feels wrong, sneaky when Ben is downstairs making her breakfast but it's Ben and he's making her breakfast. Is there anything out there that is more perfect than that thought?

She gasps when her finger trips over her clit. In her mind she can see Ben between her legs dark eyes watching as her hips stutter and vibrate. It's his nose, not her fingers and his tongue has drawing a singular line across her slick seam. After a moment or two of gentle stroking she finds herself growing braver, sliding a finger inside only to be met with another because Ben's fingers would be thicker, they'd reach further. She quickly needs to change positions, her back against the tile, but it doesn't take long to pick up where she'd left off. Heat pools in her belly clawing up her spine as she presses herself against the tiled wall and grinds her hips into her hand. It hits her fast and hard, like a wave cresting, crashing against a sandy beach. The water pulls at her, pulling pieces of her arousal away like granules of sand leaving her panting and limp.

After washing her hair and taking particular care to clean off her now blissfully sensitive body Rey climbs out of the shower and makes quick work drying herself so she can get dressed. The smell of spiced meat and onion waft over her from below but more important is the sound of Ben humming to himself as he cooks. Still the tune of 'you are my sunshine lingers in his head as he makes his way around her kitchen.

"Your phone went off a couple times while you were in the shower," Ben calls without looking as he scrambles the meat a little and then returns to his post of making her guacamole. Ben makes really good guacamole.

Pulling on a knee-length sweater dress Rey begins rummaging through her sheets in search of her cellphone. Instead she finds it on her dresser on the other side of her room. Pushing away thoughts of how it may have gotten there Rey snatches it up thumbing through the missed calls and text messages. Amilyn called her three times, that's not normal and Jannah has sent a text message telling her not to bother coming in to work today. Odd.

Pulling up her voice mail Rey listens to Amilyn Holdo explain that the storm blew out a transformer on their block and the Spa is without power. No power means no billing and cash will be down. Although Rey could technically still do her job, it doesn't make sense to open for the three massage therapists who are in that morning. Enjoy the day Holdo tells her and she'll let her know how things progress.

Delightful, a day off to bask in the glory that is Ben Solo. With renewed pep in her step and legs that are still a little wobbly from her moment of self-exploration Rey hops down the steps pressing herself against Ben's back. It's an odd position like a squirrel trying to hug a bear but she nuzzles her face against his back all the same. His hand comes to rest against her forearm as he stirs the avocado, lime, onion and… "Did you add chili powder?" Rey asks delightedly.

Ben laughs, "Cayenne pepper, good nose though."

Rey's grin broadens, "You really are the perfect man." his response however is to laugh before he turns and wraps his arm around her pulling her more to his front. He smells like onions and something woody that she's always kind of attributed to being a Ben smell and he's warm, so warm.

"I just know my audience," he offers with a kiss to her forehead. "Everything ok?"

Worming her way out of his grasp she pushes herself back against the counter before lifting herself up to sit on its edge. They aren't touching like this but she can watch him work and she rather enjoys the view, "Amilyn can't open, transformers been blown, we have no power."

"So… day off," Ben asks, handing over the bowel and fork so that Rey can continue the mashing and stirring. While Rey picks up Ben's menial task, he sets to chopping up peppers and lettuce. They chat and work in quiet contentment joking around as they discuss options for their gifted day together. In the end after talks of going for walks or checking out the river the two simply curl up on the couch in the sunporch in front of a fire and read. Their newfound closeness is strange but comfortable. Ben lounges with a true crime novel while Rey settles in with one of her dirty pleasures. A young adult fantasy romance that Ben teases her a little about before pulling her down against him. They lapse into a comfortable silence, Rey's back pressed against Ben's side as he snuggles her in close. He has his feet propped up on an old ottoman as BB stares at them ruefully from his position on the dogged a few feet away.

And, this is how their days go. Passing by in quiet contentment as they find their new normal. Ben is far more hands-on then Rey ever anticipated and it takes her a while to get used to. The attention is strange at first but soon she comes to find it's everything she's needed in a partner. There's no guessing where she stands, Ben is right there, a hand across her back as he walks passed or a kiss to her forehead when she's least expecting it.

They've taken to sharing a bed too falling asleep wound up in one another arms. She quickly gets used to his movements and twitching as days bleed into weeks and their little relationship makes its way out into the world beyond. First Finn catches them holding hands, then Han stumbles in on them kissing. Han's response was a gruff, 'not ready for grandkids yet' which had made Ben blush like a schoolgirl. Everyone gives them their space though which was a lovely change of place. Poe is still hard to convince but Rey suspects Finn has been making him keep his mouth shut on the matter under threats of a more private nature.

The only thing missing was the sex. Ben has a filthy mouth when he's turned on but for some reason or another he always holds back on the physical. It's maddening, feeling so keyed up and ready to burst. Rey half wonders if Ben isn't doing it on purpose. If he doesn't have some anterior motive that will leave her utterly mindblown. He promises ohhhhh how he promises that when it happens she'll never forget it but he seems to be biding his time. It started out gentlemanly but now it's more frustrating leaving Rey to find release in the shower more often than she ever had as a teenager.

There's something else too, something she's picked up over time. It's not something obvious, more hidden in Ben's mannerisms. His gate is off which she has been acutely aware of from the beginning but there are days he seems to trip over himself. It's like when he's tired his right foot has a slight delay. There are other things too, an inability to move his neck in certain ways, or how his eyes glaze over after certain movements. He seems dizzy or confused for a moment or two before he rights himself and everything appears normal again. The rage has quieted and he smiles more now then she's ever seen. Leia has even commented on it the few times she's been in for a massage with Rey.

Even Ben's relationship with Han seems to have improved beyond barking at each other and growling disagreements. She sees the way Han watches too, when Ben's toe hits the sidewalk and he stumbles just a little or how his handshakes just slightly when he zips up his coat. That tremor is new and something Rey has been keeping a close eye on.

His meeting with a man named Ren keeps getting pushed back week after week to the point that Rey wonders if it's ever going to actually happen. Have they just written him off altogether and they don't want to tell him? He's still on paid leave so it can't be all bad but Ben keeps things close to the chest when it comes to the topic of his work and going back. It's one thing they don't really talk about. The elephant in the room that stares at them wide-eyed as they go to bed, or wake up through the night touching and groping one another. It's like being watched constantly, this looming decision that hangs over their heads and makes her feel like she's losing control. It's not a feeling Rey enjoys.

Ben has been so torn on the issue since it was first brought up. Going back to work, leaving her, their newly formed relationship. Maybe that's why they've found themselves in the strange sexual stagnation that has Rey feeling like a fifteen-year-old boy desperate for some type of friction or release.

It's a Friday when Rey finally gets brave enough to bring it up but as always something gets in the way. Ben's picked her up from work and they're driving through the middle rim on their way to his parent's house. Leia wanted to surprise them with a dinner that she had let slip during her last treatment with Rey. Ben had been reluctant, on edge after many late-night phone calls with Armitage. He has his Shelby back and insists on driving it despite the horrible conditions of the roads on the mountain. There's less space for BB too and Rey hates to think of the mess that the shaggy mutt leaves in Ben's more than pristine vehicle. Still, he doesn't seem to care, he loads BB in with no mind at all. He'd even gone so far as to purchase his BB his own car blanket for Ben's mustang specifically.

When they pull up to his parent's house Rey slips from the vehicle with miscalculated feet. It still takes a bit to get used to being so close to the ground. Not that her SUV was some massive beast of a car but sliding across a seat and stepping down into one is a very different feeling.

"Mum said Luke was coming," Ben warns her as he lets BB out his side. Their canine friend fiend does his sniff about marking a few of Leia's covered bushes. There's a light dusting of snow on the ground, the air dead and cold with more to come.

Rey hasn't been to one of Luke's classes in a while, Ben however has made it a mission to go frequently. Apparently Luke's more 'old school' approach is challenging and Ben likes the way it makes his muscles ache. Rey thinks he's a masochist but she only teases him about it a little bit.

Han, as always is sitting out on the front swing but this time there's a shaggy hermit of a man sitting next to him nursing a glass of red wine. Luke grins broadly, a little too broadly as Rey and Ben make their approach, Rey's hand held securely within Ben's grasp.

"Hey there kids," Luke calls teasingly as he hands what Rey now knows is a lit joint to Han. "How was work, Rey?"

Ben grumbles, "Really?" as he watches his father defiantly take a long inhale on the dwindling white stick of herbs. Han merely shrugs his shoulders but Rey can tell Ben isn't as annoyed as he's making himself out to be.

"It's his birthday today kid," Han says with a steady exhale, "Give your old man some slack today at least?"

"Whose birthday?" Rey finds herself asking, looking around at the three men. Luke looks sadly pensive, he'd be the easiest to push but that's sort of like taking candy from a drunk. Han is a little more stone-faced but Ben's lips are set in a line or hard concentration.

"Did you forget?" Han asks softly but Ben shakes his head, almost as though he's scared to speak.

"No, no I didn't forget," he says softly, "I just didn't think we'd be making a deal of it…" She can see his eyes cast in her direction and it makes her bristle just a little, the idea she's been left out of something.

Tugging on Ben's hand like a child Rey questions, "Who's birthday Ben, we didn't bring anything."

Ben merely gives her a sad sort of smile, "My Uncle Chewies…"

"I've never met Chewie…" Rey starts.

"He's dead," Han pipes in only to have Luke punch him in the shoulder. The two break into a fit of childish squabbling as Luke grabs for the joint and finishes off what little is left before dropping it to the ground and butting it out with his foot. "Come on, Leia's waiting."

When Han stands to walk into the house Luke follows. He holds his wine aloft to Rey in mock solute as they move through the doorway leaving Rey and Ben on the doorstep. Ben's breathing is ragged, his eyes dark as she scoots around to stand in front of him. Without thought her hands find his face and she's pulling his gaze down towards her, "Hey… Hey." she says softly as Ben's eyes find her through the dim light. "You ok?"

His breath comes in soft pants as he tries to school his emotions. "Yeah," he forces out but Rey doesn't believe him, she can't. He looks tormented and she's never even heard Han mention Chewie before. Their dog was named Chewie, was that a coincidence?

"No," Rey coos, her fingers sweeping through his hair, around his ears as she cocks her head to the side, "Ben where'd you go, come back to me." his distanced eyes a sign of the underlying truth he's afraid to speak. "Come back to me now," she whispers as her lips meet his for a soft kiss. A tender kiss that's gentle and questioning and sweet.

It's a moment before Ben is returning the embrace. He groans beneath her touch as his arms wind around her, pulling her tight against his body, "Fuck," he mutters against her lips and there's something there at the edge of his tone that scares her a little. A need she's seen before but one he's always tempered. The cool air nips at her fingers as she curls them into his dark tresses pulling him closer buckling them against his temples to leech the warmth there.

"Ben," she squeaks as he pushes her forwards into the darkness of the porch. Her back collides with the brick wall where the garage meets the house and Ben's mouth begins down her neck. The sensation of warm lips against cool skin is striking as Ben's hands slip down along her thighs. She'd changed into a dress before leaving work wanting to look nice for an evening with his family. She didn't account for the cold weather but why would she? They weren't planning on being outside for long. No more than a trip between the car to the house.

Now her skirt is being bunched around her thighs as Ben's warm hands knead and pull and own her flesh. He's kissing her the way he does just before he pulls away only there's no sign of him stopping. His mouth merely slants, his tongue dragging a line across her bottom lip before he nips at it gently.

He has her pinned in the alcove between the two buildings, using his body to block her from the cold air as his hands explore the curves of her hips. When his fingertips reach the apex of her thighs, that hallowed ground between her legs Rey sucks in a breath her eyes blown wide. Ben's mouth is busy at her throat as he growls into her flesh and his fingers tease at the small scrap of fabric she wore on the off chance he might actually see them.

"Ben," she breathes again, this time soft and lost on the air as Ben's finger worms against the slick area between her legs. It's embarrassing how turned on she is from a few kisses and Ben's devious tongue.

"Really?" He asks breathlessly as his finger lightly caresses the dampness he's discovered. She can feel the curve of his lips as he grins against her neck placing gentle nips along his path. "Fuck, I can't believe," His words punctuated with a groan, "Rey, you're so fucking wet."

Her skin flushes, her head tilting back against the brick. Ben is merciless in his attentions. His hands are everywhere pushing the lace of her underwear down over her hips. "Ben…" her voice doesn't even register, too breathy, too gone on him already, "Ben we shouldn't…" She barely registers stepping out of the black lacy garment that she's pretty sure Ben has now stuffed into his pocket.

The action takes no time at all, and Ben is back pressed against her, his body hot with need. She's managed to unbutton his black wool coat giving her better access to his chest. Her hands scramble against the soft fabric of his v neck sweater as she grabs a fist full of the fabric to pull him in for a searing kiss. "Tell me to stop and I will," he growls but Rey isn't sure she has it in her to say so. Instead she finds her thigh propped at his hip, opening herself further to his attentions. Broad fingertips continue their search as they knead and press along delicate flesh of her inner thigh, his thumb sweeping across her clit making her gasp. He's everywhere, his mouth at her neck, kissing and nipping and whispering soft praise. How sweet she is, how wet she is, how good he's going to make her feel.

It's all she can do to wrap her arms around his neck and hold tight. She can barely feel the cold air now, the nip of the wind like a balm against her hot forehead as Ben dips his fingers along her wet slit. He's slow at first, testing, one finger drawn along the length of her spreading her wide. The first finger comes without warning, an easy dip of just the tip, a soft in and out. The next press moves in deeper, still testing before it's buried within her. He stays like that for just a moment, allowing his one digit to slowly pump in and out of her before he adds a second.

Rey isn't sure who's groan is louder as Ben mouths along her neck. They shouldn't be doing this, they're going to get caught but somehow that only makes the heat coiling in her belly burn all the brighter. His fingers pump evenly into her, the heel of his hand bumping against that tight bundle of nerves that threatens to send her crashing over the edge. "Rey…" he growls, a warning or a prayer she can't tell but Ben sounds more and more like a man unhinged. "Sweetheart," he purrs accenting it with a lewd "fuuuuck." as the sounds of her saturation reach their ears, "Just listen to how wet you are," he says it like it's a compliment like she shouldn't be embarrassed but her cheeks flush pink as Ben pulls back to look at her. His eyes are fathomless and dark as they search her face. He must like what he sees because he's smiling, his lips quirked in a way that shows off his slightly imperfect teeth. "Hello beautiful," he purrs, watching her as she pants and squirms from the mere motion of his fingers.

"H-hello," she manages and when he kisses her its soft, his lips swollen from their adventure across her flesh.

"You're going to come for me," he tells her certainly as though he's telling her the temperature outside, "You're so close, I can feel it," he accents his revelation by allowing his thumb to swirl slowly along her clit just light enough to be a tease. He kisses her mouth, her cheek, her forehead, and then his lips hover just along the shell of her ear. She can feel the warmth of his breath as it passes in soft pants, "I can feel the way your cunt squeezes my fingers like it wants more. Do you want more Rey?"

His words are honied gold dripping along her spine. She wants to tell him, yes, but all she can manage is a soft nod that he meets with a breathy chuckle.

"What do you want sweetheart?" He asks, his voice so low and thick with lust it makes her ache, "Tell me what you want."

Rey groans against him, canting her hips so she's grinding against his fingers, "Y-You." she moans softly as his fingers slow and he's pumping into her dragging out the build-up of her impending orgasm.

"Tell me Rey," he says as he nips at her earlobe, drawing the small piece of flesh into his mouth with a soft tug.

"I- I…" she stutters as his thumb trips over her clit again, "I want you-" she pants, "I want you to fuck me."

Ben's chuckle is dark, "Right here?" he mocks innocence, "Outside my parent's house?" His slow fingers move slower, their force picking up a fraction.

"Please." her voice comes from far away as though she's hearing it from another room. She's never felt this tightly wound before, this ready for a release and Ben? He's enjoying every minute of her undoing.

"No," he grounds out as he draws his fingers from within her core. The sudden loss of him a shock as she sags against his broad form, "When I fuck you," he tells her softly, "I want to take my time with you, not some quick fuck outside my parent's house. As hot as that might be." He punctuates his meaning by drawing his fingers saturated in her warmth to his mouth and slowly licking them clean. "God, the taste of you."

Rey hers herself whimper and that merely seems to bring Ben's focus back to the task at hand, "Oh sweetling," he murmurs, "Don't worry, I'm not done yet." His thumb strokes a line against her bottom lip, coating it in a thin layer of her own arousal. Without thought Rey allows her tongue to dart out and lap at Ben's thumb before kissing it softly. "Such a sweet thing," he muses before he drops into a crouch before her.

His movement is quick, almost practiced as though he's done this a million times before and maybe he has. He did sort of allude to the fact that he'd been with people, just nothing serious. Rey pushes that thought from her mind, and it's easily done as Ben's nose bumps against her clip softly, his tongue swiping up the length of her slit. His fingers were one thing but the warm broad length of his tongue is another altogether. He takes his time, his palms needing her thighs as he edges her legs apart and Rey can't help but hold her dress up. She's torn between resting her head against the cold brick and peering down to watch him through the darkness. She feels his tongue curl as he draws it upwards once more, parting her folds until he finds his mark, laving at the swollen bundle of nerves just there.

Rey feels her hips buck, forcing Ben further into her warmth. She can feel his breathy chuckle and the way his mouth turns into a smile before he prods his tongue into her. It's not as deep as his fingers, nowhere near but the warmth and width of it make her gasp all the same. He's pulling her leg up over her shoulder, muttering something that sounds like 'hold on' but to what she's not sure. Her hands skitter across the rough brick and it scrapes at her palms but nothing can take her focus away from Ben and what he's currently doing.

The heat creeps up along her spine, her leg at his should jittering slightly as his tongue is joined by his fingers and it's right there. That blinding horizon so clear and ready. She can almost taste. The end threatens to ruin her as her fingers weave through his hair and she's pushing herself against his face. Still Ben doesn't complain. He laps at her core swallowing the everything she's giving him. When his lips wrap around her clit she can feel the faintest scrape of his teeth and that's the beginning of her end. There's a faint tug of his lips before the warmth of his tongue soothes the pull and as though sensing her impending fall Ben scissors his fingers before pushing them deep within her.

She's pulling at his hair, harder than probably necessary but all Ben does is moan into her. It feels like rising as high as she can stretch before falling blissfully over the edge of something blinding and hot. Sparks, fireworks, fireflies, whatever they are light up beneath her eyelids as her hips buck and he continues to lick and lap and swallow every last ounce of wet seeping from her body, The moan the rips through her is something unnatural causing Ben to chuckle against her core. She's scrambling to cover her mouth but it's too late, it crests into a keening whine as Ben continues his masterful work. She has to push him away, her hip still twitching every time his tongue hits her clit. Like a puppet on a string.

When he pulls back, his mouth glistens in the dim light, a man thoroughly pleased with a job he considers well done. "You're fucking amazing," he tells her softly, carelessly wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before he swoops in for a kiss. She needs to use him to hold herself upright. Leaning into him for support and warmth as the skirt of her dress falls against her thighs.

Rey can't even formulate words at this point, she just leans into his mouth. His tongue still coated in the tangy taste of her own want. His nose bumps hers and it too is wet. It's embarrassing to think that she's the reason for his dampened state but he seems to be riding the high of it. When his hips press into hers she's pleased to find the strain of his own desire pressing into her. Feeling Brave she palms him through his dark jeans allowing the palm of her hand to press hard and firm.

After a moment or two Ben pulls back, one hand braced against the brick wall beside her head as he gazes down at her. Her hand moves with purposeful intent as he bites down on his swollen bottom lip and closes his eyes. "I need my underwear back," she whispers to him and Ben is suddenly drawing her hand away placing kisses against her palm and then her wrist before giving their bodies some space.

"No, I think I'll hold onto them," he tells her coyly, ducking away as she takes a swing at him. It's half-hearted and she is only now starting to get her feet back under her.

"Ben," she grosses as he buttons up his jacket and slips his hands back into his pockets. She can see him toying with the damp fabric as he grins at her. "I can't go to dinner with your family like this," she bemoans which only adds to Ben's delight.

"Sure you can," He tells her confidently, "Just think of what a tease it is for me knowing you're bare and still wet for me while we're sitting across from Han and Leia."

Truthfully it does sound rather enjoyable and she knows deep down Ben hasn't found his release yet while she in fact has. "Come here," she grumbles instead, digging through her purse to find a handful of napkins she'd shoved in there after she and Finn had grabbed a quick bite at Bantha Burger the other day. Ben allows her to wipe his chin grinning as she does so, "What's so funny?"

"We smell like sex," he says with a quirk of his brow, honestly he's like a teenager sometimes. Rey shoves the sex-saturated napkins into her pocket and searches for something to rectify her issue of their obvious scent. "Han's going to know." Ben almost giggles, as though drunk off her high.

Finding a small tube of hand sanitizer Rey chastises Ben, grabbing his hands to pour the cool liquid over his fingers, "Rub," she demands and the look Ben gives her goes straight to her core. "Your hands together you dirty old man," she teases, "And stop it or they will know."

"I hope they do," He tells her defiantly but he's not the one bare legged and still dripping. She's going to need to get to a bathroom quickly before they're truly discovered. She clips him lightly on the shoulder as he holds out an arm for her to take. Looping her arm with his he pulls her towards the door, stopping only when they're on the threshold his hand on the nob. As his eyes rake over her Rey feels suddenly bare before him. Need soon shifts into affection and his eyes soften remarkably as he tucks a few stray strands of hair behind her ear and smiles. It's soft but sad as he caresses his index finger down her nose twice, "The biggest fight in our family history wasn't over my drug use or me going off the rails. It was after my uncle Chewie died. Dad blamed me and I don't know if he's ever gotten over the loss," he says it all quickly, "Chewie is probably the biggest reason I stayed sober, he was…" loosing a sigh Ben looks out to the dark sky behind, "A lot of who I am as a man is because of him. So, tonight is hard, and it means a lot that you're here." he leans in for a kiss, lingering a moment to whisper against her mouth, "especially knowing you aren't wearing these." he says as he holds her dark ruined underwear aloft.

Rey groans scrambling to grab at them but he issues them away quickly into his pocket. It's after a moment or two that they regain their composure and enter the Solo house. It's warm inside and Rey can hear Luke teasing Leia about the proper way to make sangria. It's oddly homey and comforting, the smell of a wood fire wrapping itself around her as Ben takes her coat before making sure the contents of his pockets are safe and secure. Han and Leia, even Luke have always been family to her but now she's coming to them as something more than just a kid they saved from a bad situation. She's another half to a whole that feels so right it makes her dizzy and as Ben takes her hand she smiles. It's the start of something so much more.