This chapter contains: loss of virginity, smut, aftercare, and lots of lemony scented fluff.

If you are triggered, this is your warning.

oOo

Ben

The house was exactly as we'd left it, and the service droids greeted us when we entered.

Rey turned, as soon as we were inside, and put both of her hands on either side of my face, pulling my mouth to hers in an urgent kiss.

I kicked the door closed behind us, and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to me.

She draped an arm around my neck, cupping my face with the other hand as she opened her mouth, allowing me access.

I tangled my tongue with hers, our pants and breathless moans the only sound in the empty house.

She pulled away long enough to jump into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips as she pulled her tunic off and tossed it to the floor.

I moved my lips down her jaw, raining suckling kisses along her throat and shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin.

She moaned, her arms going around my neck, and her fingers knotting into my hair.

I carried her to the nearest bedroom, my bedroom, holding her in place against me with one arm, and reaching down to throw the thick comforter off of the bed with the other.

I stumbled, trying to kick off my boots, and dropped her, less than gracefully onto the mattress.

I froze, afraid that I'd hurt her, but she giggled, and rose up onto her knees, pulling her breastband up, over her head.

My boots thudded to the carpeted floor as I freed my feet from them, and pulled Rey to me, kissing her mouth and cupping her now exposed breasts in my hands.

I rolled and pinched her nipples, teasing them to hardened peaks, and I bent down, taking one into my mouth and sucking.

Her sharp intake of breath turned into a moan and her hands went to the front of my pants, fumbling with my belt until it was undone.

She pulled away, watching as she unzipped and opened my pants. My cock throbbed, aching for her touch, but she grabbed the hem of my tunic instead, pushing it up, and kissing the scars that crossed my stomach.

I hissed, my hips lurching forward, and she smiled up at me before continuing to kiss up my chest, pulling my tunic off and dropping it to the floor. She kissed the scar that she'd given me, tracing it up my neck and face, then claimed my lips with hers.

My hands left her breasts to go around her and grip her ass, and she squeaked in surprise when I pulled her thighs forward, and she fell on her back onto the mattress.

She bit her lip, watching me as I pulled off her left boot, then her right, dropping them both onto the floor with my own.

She pulled off her leggings, her panties coming off with them, leaving her wholly nude before me.

I knew that she wanted me to seal the bond, to take her then and there. My cock jumped at the thought of simply burying myself to the hilt, but wanted to hurt her as little as possible.

So, I pulled her to the end of the mattress, throwing her legs over my shoulders, and I fell to my knees in front of my mate.

The first lick of my feast was slow, and delicate as I savored her, made better by the sound that escaped her lips. I gripped her hips, licking between her folds until she started to buck, her body trembling, and soft mews came pouring out of her.

I inched higher, focusing my tongue on her clit, and added a finger, lapping, sucking, and teasing until her moans were desperate pleas for me not to stop.

I felt her inner walls clamp down, and her thighs clenched on either side of my face, as she cried out, my name on her lips as she came.

I added another finger, pumping into her faster, and sucking her clit, flicking it with my tongue until she came again, her body going completely limp.

I stood, my pants falling, and tugged off my boxers, letting my aching erection spring free.

I'd wanted to lick my fingers clean, but instead, I took my cock into my hand, pumping once, smearing her juices from the head to the shaft.

She'd recovered enough to move toward the middle of the bed and the mattress dipped with my weight as I crawled toward her until I was hovering above her on my hands and knees.

She spread her legs, a silent affirmation that she wanted this, wanted me. And, I stopped, sitting back on my feet.

Her brow furrowed at my hesitation. "What is it?"

"I don't want to hurt you." I told her. Images of the nightmares I'd had flooded my mind, and I was afraid, self-doubt and insecurity threatening to steal this from me.

Rey sensed it, and sat up, taking my face in both of her hands. "You're not forcing anything on me, Ben." She assured me.

"Once it's sealed, its permanent." I reminded her. "We can stop now-" Because she didn't deserve a life with me. She could walk away, she could go home. It would utterly destroy me, but I wouldn't stop her.

But, instead of stopping, her hands moved to my shoulders, and she pushed me down, so that I was sitting on the mattress.

She moved to straddle me, and I let my hands drop to my sides, unsure if what to do.

"Do you love me?" She asked.

"Yes." I answered, too quickly, the word ripping it's way out of me as if on it's own accord.

She reached between us, and wrapped her fingers around my softened cock.

I groaned as she squeezed, moving her hand down, then up, my erection returning almost immediately.

She positioned herself, guiding me between her folds, and toward the slick heat of her entrance. She looked at me. "Do you accept the Mating Bond?"

"Yes." I said again.

"Say it." She rasped, and I realized that I hadn't said the words aloud.

"I accept the Mating Bond." I panted.

The Bond swirled and hummed, snapping into place between us, and singing to life.

Rey inhaled, bracing herself, and sank down in one swift movement.

The sound that escaped me was something between a panicked gasp and a guttural moan, and I pressed my forehead to hers, sprinkling kisses along her cheek, her jaw, her neck, trying to ease her pain with the whispers of "I love you." That I kept repeating between kisses.

And, Maker Above, she felt amazing, so hot and tight that it took every ounce of my self restraint not to come on the spot.

When her eyes met mine, I saw her pupils were blown wide. "You didn't take anything from me." She said. "I gave it to you." She rocked her hips against mine, and I moaned. "Now, make it good."

I brought a hand up to cup her face, kissing her, my tongue tracing the roof of her mouth. I put my other hand in the middle of her back, bracing her as I rose up on my knees, never breaking contact between us as I laid her back down.

She locked her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into the cradle of her thighs, and I stilled, kissing her temple as I waited for the furrow of her brow to relax.

She adjusted, wincing just a bit, and bit her lip. "I'm ok." She rasped.

"Are you sure?" I asked, and she nodded.

I moved then, one long slow thrust out, and then back in, and her sharp intake of breath became a groan as I quickened the pace of my thrusts.

The Bond pulsated around us, coursing through us. I could feel her becoming me, and me becoming her, and it felt so….perfect.

She gasped, then she moaned, and I ran my hands up her thighs to adjust the angle that I entered her, determined to bring those noises out of her again.

She brought her hips up to meet mine with every thrust, and her head flew back, her mouth open with a series of unintelligible cries.

I buried my face into the crook where her neck met her shoulder, as my hand went to where our bodies were joined, rubbing her clit in tight little circles.

She clamped down around me almost painfully tight, her nails digging little rivets down the flesh of my shoulders, and then her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, as her back arched.

The flutter of her inner walls dragged me to my own orgasm, and I moaned, burying so deep I wasn't sure where I ended and she began, as I emptied myself into my mate.

I pulled her to me, panting into her hair, and her arms went around me, holding me to her.

I propped myself up on my elbows to look at her, and found her eyes closed. "Are you ok?"

She smiled sleepily and nodded.

I pulled out slowly, kissing her temple, and got up, waiting into the adjoining bathing room.

I set the water temperature and watched the tub fill, before turning the faucet off and going back into the bedroom.

Rey was exactly as I'd left her, and squeaked in surprise when I scooped her up, into my arms.

I called a service droid. "Change the linens." I requested, unable to stand the sight of the blood on the sheets.

I eased Rey into the steaming water, getting in with her, and quickly washed myself, before turning my attention to her.

I washed the slick from between her thighs, then took my time, massaging creams and butters into her skin and shampoo into her hair.

When we were clean, I drained the tub, then wrapped her in a towel, dried her, then myself, and carried her back to bed.

The droid had completed its work and I tucked Rey into clean sheets, then lay next to her, and pulled her into my arms.

Maybe it was the fact that I was exhausted from the previous days, maybe it was what we had just done, maybe it was the fact that everything I'd ever wanted had become a reality, but I quickly fell asleep with my cheek pressed against Rey's wet hair, and I didn't have one nightmare.