Jeyna stumbles as Ben leads her to the dormitory, her mind too fixated on his hot mouth dominating hers, his hands roaming and grabbing at any part of her he can reach. She can't even think about where she's stepping, he won't relent long enough for her to clear her mind.

There is an urgency to him now she hasn't experienced before, and Jeyna realizes just how much control he'd been exercising. His need fills her senses, lust dominating his mind. He's abandoned himself to it. She can't feel anything else through the bond but how starving he is, and his hunger is fixated completely on her.

He gives an impatient noise and picks her up, swinging her through the doorway to the sleeping quarters. He sits her down on her feet, only to fist his fingers into the material of her shirt, frustrated. "Take this off before I rip it off," he growls. The order combined with his rough, throaty voice sends a jolt down her spine.

"Yours, too," she insists. His eyes search hers, confrontational at her demanding tone. But he relents, stepping back just a breadth to yank the bottom of his shirt upwards.

She staggers back from Ben to obey him, stripping her top. He is immediately back on her, one of his hands pressing flat on her back to urge her body back against his. The other circles her neck to pull her to his mouth.

Jeyna eagerly returns his kiss, urged on at the needy groan that leaks from his throat. Her fingertips search the muscles of his back, exploring as much of him as she can reach. She presses her tongue against his lips, unusually forward, and is rewarded when he parts them for her. She swirls her tongue around his, before running it across the top of his teeth. When she pulls back, she boldly grabs his full lower lip with hers, sucking on it, desire spurring her on.

She drops a hand to his pants, daring to find the shape of him there. Jeyna pulls back slightly, her mouth falling open when she palms his arousal. She hears his sharp intake of breath distantly, her mind blurring in pleasure at the hardness of him against her hand. Her core clenches in anticipation, body longing for him to be inside of her. She's trembling when she fumbles with his pants, attempting to undo them.

Ben catches her hands in a firm grip, and she feels his hesitation. "Please," she begs, daring to raise her eyes to his beneath her lashes. "Please let me taste you."

Ben's mouth falls open at her needy tone, the hesitation disappearing from his gaze and replaced with something feral. He drops her hands, a silent permission. Jeyna falls to her knees immediately, resuming pulling him free of his pants. She licks her lips when her hand finds him again, impatient, until finally she sees what she's been needing.

The length and width of him is enough to make the rational side of her brain hesitate with trepidation. But her rational mind is small at the moment, overcome with hunger and awe at the sight of this part of him. She wraps her hand around him experimentally, her breathing shallow. She feels his muscles twitch, the gorgeous head of his cock leaking for her.

She looks up to find Ben's eyes, locked on her, and she licks the bead of precum from his tip. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, hard. She maintains eye contact with him as she lets her wet tongue trail him, the taste and texture of his skin only enticing her to take more of him. Ben's eyes fall closed when she takes him in her mouth, a very low moan meeting her ears.

Jeyna wants to pull more noises from him, wants to bring him pleasure. Watching him give in to the sensations is intoxicating. She starts slowly, finding a pattern between the motions of her tongue and the bobbing of her head. She uses her hand on the part of him she can't take in her mouth, and another noise escapes him. Ben's hips buck before he tries to restrain himself.

She realizes she can feel him through the connection, feel his responses to her. She sucks hard on him as she pulls back, and he groans her name. Jeyna picks up her pace, swirling her tongue around his head and eagerly lapping up more of his precum. She takes as much of him as she can, feeling him bump into her throat. She moans around his length, and feels his pleasure surge erratically.

"Not yet," Ben gasps, and his hands come to her hair, urging her back from him. She lets his cock leave her mouth with a pop, looking up to find his desperate eyes open and focused on her. He's panting, she realizes, his chest heaving with the effort to control his body's responses. Something about it leaves her in awe, that she can bring him to this place. She wants more, but contents herself with pressing a kiss to his tip, before giving him a small, shy smile.

The response it triggers in Ben sends a wave of energy through her, goosebumps erupting across her skin at the animalistic desire that fills him. He growls aggressively, yanking her to her feet and pushing her back to one of the bunks.

Ben urges her down onto her back with a hand around her throat, firm, but not squeezing. He kisses her roughly, a reminder that he is in control. Her body responds positively, hips jerking up against the leg he's planted between hers. She looks down, eyes desperately searching for the part of him she needs, but he's tucked himself away.

She gasps as Ben pulls at the thin material of her bra, not bothering with the clasps. The stitches give way with a rip, barely offering any resistance to him. He kisses his way down her neck, over the sensitive skin near her collar bone, to settle his mouth around one of her hard nipples. He alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue, before giving her other nipple an equal amount of attention. His dark hair tickles her skin, her clit nearly throbbing with need between her legs. Jeyna grinds her hips against his thigh, desperately trying to get relief from her need.

Ben moves his leg away from her frantic attempts, and kisses his way down her stomach, pausing above the clasp of her pants to look up at her face. His eyes take her breath away, the love filling them surprising her. "You're everything," he whispers, pressing a small kiss to her flushed skin.

His energy surrounds her, somehow the power of him in the force managing to feel like it is caressing her. She whimpers at the sensations building, words evading her. He's too much. Everything about this moment is too much, overwhelming her. Jeyna feels like she's been swept away, even as her body reassures her to take more. There is no stopping her craving this time. Her heart pounds away in her chest, her mind desperate with desire.

If he hears her thoughts, or simply feels the same at the moment, she doesn't know. But he drops his gaze to undo her pants. "I'll give you more," he reassures her. "It's okay."

Ben's tender voice fills her chest with joy, and she bites her lip at the surge of love she feels. She lifts her hips to help him expose her, and he pulls her panties off as well. He discards them, his eyes falling to her naked body and tracing over her slowly. She tries to steady her breathing, each small inhale catching before escaping her again.

When Ben reaches her eyes, his gaze steadies her. Jeyna focuses on the honey brown shade, even as his fingertips stroke her folds, sliding through her wetness to caress her need. When he circles her clit, her eyes clamp closed, head falling back to the bed. She's already so close, her body so far gone.

Ben's motions take over her senses, everything else falling away but the feel of him touching her. She's distantly aware of the noises escaping her in a near constant rush, whimpers and small moans mixed with ragged breathing. She hasn't felt pleasure this intense before without being at her peak, and she struggles to hang on, brain barely coping.

"Ben," she gasps out, the only word she can seem to form. "Ben…" Her voice is pleading, desperate. Can't he feel how much she needs more? She needs him inside of her, needs him filling her, needs everything he can give her. Ben's there, in her thoughts, his presence anchoring her mind. She clings to him to steady her rocking world.

"It's okay," Ben repeats softly. She cries out when his fingers slide into her, working her gently, even as his pace gradually picks up.

Jeyna battles to form a sentence, to beg him. She can't handle much more, she needs relief. She forces her mind to focus, and is able to cry out quietly for him. "Please, I need you…" Her voice is pitiful, trembling. She reaches for him, grabbing onto his arms, attempting to tug him on top of her.

He complies, his resolve crumbling to his own lust and her desperation. His fingers withdraw. He crawls over her, settling between her legs and helping her rip the pants from his hips. She eagerly wraps her legs around him when he is bare too, clinging to him, feeling something in his mind. She realizes he's hesitating, worried about what they are about to do. He's concerned for her.

"It's alright," she murmurs, reaching up to caress his cheek. Ben's eyes catch hers, searching. They're volatile, a battle raging in them between reckless abandon and control for her sake. She kisses him, urging him on, rocking her hips up against him. Their mouths are still locked together when he reaches down, and she feels the head of his cock sliding against her.

Jeyna's mind is screaming out affirmation, her muscles tensing in anticipation, when he pushes into her. It stings slightly, her body still rather inexperienced and his size stretching her beyond what she's taken before. But there's so much relief in the feeling of him entering her, her muscles relax, and he's able to press deeper.

A moan escapes her when he pulls from her mouth, the word yes echoing repetitively in her brain as she lifts her hips to meet him. Ben moves carefully, rocking further into her with each gentle push, and her body adjusts, satiated when he is fully inside of her. She lets her head relax back, her mouth falling open in bliss as he stills for a moment.

"Ben, yes…" she whispers, the pain ebbing away until it is gone. It's all the encouragement he seems to need, and he begins moving again, faster. She can feel him exalting her body through their connection. He's in wonder at the feeling of her, wet and hot around him. Her hips jerk at the peek inside his mind, her own pleasure reacting to his. Ben's movements turn rougher, his thoughts falling away as instinct takes over, and she digs her nails into his skin. It's all she can do to hang on, her orgasm lingering tantalizingly close, each thrust near perfection.

Jeyna's muscles spasm as pleasure shoots between her legs, her walls clinging to him, and his pace breaks for a moment, dangerously close to release. He slows, and they meet for another kiss, their tongues tangling together, stealing one another's breath.

He doesn't need to say it aloud, as he repeats his earlier statement to her, voice shaking through their connection: You're everything…

Ben pulls back to tilt his hips, striking into her at a different angle, and she feels him hitting a spot deep inside of her. Her mouth falls open at the sensation, the coils of pleasure that have been building twisting tight and hot. She never wants it to end. Their connection surges stronger, their minds linking together fully.

Jeyna can feel it when he detects her response, and his movement turns controlled, methodical. He intentionally drives himself into that spot in a steady rhythm. She cries out sharply when his hand reaches for her clit, brushing over it. It doesn't take very long before she's lost, her orgasm rolling over her in a forceful rush.

The world falls away in the face of her pleasure, the waves of it making her muscles spasm and lock onto him. She's loud, but she barely realizes it. She feels it everywhere, her limbs rushing with relief, pleasure filling her core and pulsing outwards. She feels his thrusts accelerate, driving into her urgently as he joins her at the peak. She can barely detect Ben's orgasm slam into him, hears the strangled moan come from his chest. Her mind is too distant, high on release, to process anymore.

When it recedes enough for her to use her senses again, her vision is swimming. Her blood is rushing through her veins, muscles buzzing with a pleasant high. Ben's let himself collapse on top of her, and though his weight is nearly crushing her into the bunk, she doesn't care.

Jeyna lifts the only arm she can free to stroke his hair soothingly, feeling his nose against her neck as he presses his face to her skin. He's still inside her when her core clenches weakly, pleasure lingering in the muscles there. He groans, hips rocking slightly into her before he stills again.

Their breathing evens out together, and when Ben finally lifts his face, he raises his eyes hesitantly to hers. The smile on his face is so small, cautious, it nearly shatters her heart.

"I love you," she whispers fondly. His smile grows, messy hair clinging to his forehead with sweat.

"I know," he says teasingly. She fights the urge to swat at him playfully.

"Then get off me, I can't breathe," she complains. He laughs, lifting himself off her and pulling her up to sit.

"Are you okay?" he asks. She searches his honey gaze questioningly, before she realizes he's felt it before her. Beneath the flood of hormones and buzz of the afterglow, she is a little sore.

She shakes it off, giving him a reassuring grin. "I'll be fine," she says. He tilts her face up, bending to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. She closes her eyes, suddenly sleepy, but so content.

Later

They're drifting in space, destination not yet decided. Neither of them seem to care where they are going. They've cleaned up in the refresher, and are now laying, somewhere delirious between asleep and awake, in one of the bunks.

Jeyna listens to Ben's heart beating beneath her ear, the steady sound luring her closer to a full sleep. His chest rises evenly beneath her head, and she tucks herself even closer to his side. She doesn't care where they go, as long as she can feel like this with him. She doesn't ever remember being this happy before.

She'd had an idea to suggest Dantooine so he could repair his lightsaber. The kyber crystals there had looked to be of high enough quality for him to replace the one she's disintegrated on the holocron.

But she doesn't know if he wants to repair it. Perhaps he's content to use the one Luke had given him. She's curious about it, but she doesn't have enough energy to ask about it. Sleep tugs insistently on her brain, and she finally relents to its pull.

She's barely unconscious when the words come to her, directly entering her brain: This isn't over. You have to find me. Before it's too late.

Jeyna jerks upright suddenly, her heart spasming as she returns to wakefulness abruptly. The forcefulness behind the words hurts her head, and she feels close to nausea at the ache that blooms in her skull.

"Jeyna!?" Ben's voice is sleepy as he sits up, concerned. "What's wrong?"

She feels her stomach drop as she fights the urge to be sick. She presses her palm to her forehead, willing back the pain. "This isn't over," she admits, echoing the words that were placed into her brain. "He said this isn't over."