Ben listens to the sound before he appears to dismiss it. Resuming kissing her, he pulls her closer. She notices he avoids her ribs, hands settling gently on her hips instead. Jeyna is able to ignore the interruption, focused entirely on Ben and the force. She evaluates him through it, can sense his emotions slipping into primal desires the deeper the kiss becomes.
Her body reminds her how he feels all too well. Phantom sensations echo everywhere he's touched before, her heart beat racing in anticipation. He chases her memories, guided by the desires she hasn't even spoken aloud. His fingers trail every sensitive place, shooting shivers up and down her spine until he finally reaches her breasts. His thumbs roll over her nipples, so teasingly, that she's left to moan in frustration.
Ben laughs slightly, moving to sit on one of the bunks. He guides her down to straddle one of his legs. "What do you want?" he murmurs. "Show me."
She can't focus, her mind flashing between his hands gripping her skin, her mouth on his body, his teeth at her pulse point. There is so much she wants, she doubts she'll ever be able to get enough from him. She doesn't even try to answer, only breathing shakily in response, searching his eyes longingly.
Jeyna holds onto his shoulders, trembling under his touch as he presses closer to kiss her throat. She tilts her chin up, gasping when he captures her skin between his lips, sucking firmly. Her hips jerk, rubbing against the muscle of his bare thigh.
Jeyna's attention is scattered between sensations, his touches only making her needier. She reaches down, flinging away the towel that's stubbornly clung to his waist. She finds him already aroused, rock hard against her hand. She wraps her fingers around him, stroking, and a growl reverberates in his chest. He abandons her neck, his mouth locking onto hers possessively. She rises up off his knee to meet him in the kiss.
Ben's teeth graze her bottom lip before he breaks apart to growl at her. "Say you're mine."
His words trigger a wave of pleasure, deep in her belly. "I'm yours," she breathes. She knows it with absolute certainty. She's never belonged to anyone else the way she does to him.
Jeyna shivers when his thumb strokes her inner thigh, picturing how she wants to be touched. Distantly, she hears the comms system go off again. She wonders if they should answer the call, if the message is too important to wait. "Should we…should we go-"
Her thoughts are cut off when his hand rises, stroking the slick arousal between her legs just as she'd imagined he would moments before. She freezes, eyes closing for a moment as he slides two fingers into her slowly, his thumb circling her clit. Whatever she'd been about to ask tumbles from her brain, as Ben lets the fantasies he's found in her mind guide his actions.
Her hips rock in time with the motions of his fingers inside her, the pad of his thumb rubbing with just the right amount of pressure to pull whimpers from her throat. Her hand's motions on his length loses some rhythm as she is distracted, remembering how it feels when he thrusts into her. She imagines sliding down onto him, her face buried against his warm skin, his arms wrapped around her.
She can feel Ben in her thoughts, watching everything her mind has to offer. His breath catches at the same time she cries out at his fingers curling inside her, pleasure rising erratically. "I couldn't stay out of your head on Dxun," he admits, voice nearly raw. "It was torture at night… laying there watching everything you'd imagine, trying to stop myself…"
"Don't stop yourself with me ever again," she whispers in a daze. Jeyna leans forward, kissing his shoulder, his collarbone, anything she can reach. She bites one of his freckles, sucking on the skin of his throat to taste him. He swears softly, his hips jerking sharply underneath her.
"Come here," Ben breaths, barely audible. The pleasure is building in her core like a wave being held back from crashing. She's just hanging on, her muscles clenching weakly onto his fingers as the edge looms nearer.
He pulls her to his mouth, before tangling his free hand in her damp locks. The kiss is sweet, but it's enough to draw her attention to his emotions. The moment she accesses them, they wash over her. Ben's feelings are intense, he holds nothing back. The love he's feeling this time is far from pure, tinged by something bizarrely like jealousy towards the man lying unconscious in the medbay. Protectiveness. Possessiveness. It's an inferno, radiating through her limbs, heating her skin.
"I'm yours," Jeyna gasps quietly, on instinct. The pleasure surges in him at her words, touching some base need of his to claim her. It sends her tipping over the edge of release. Lights spark behind her eyelids as the wave finally crashes, bliss washing through her body.
Ben's hand stays tangled in her hair, holding her close as she rides out the peak of ecstasy. She rocks her hips down onto his hand, his thumb continuing its motion until her desperate cries fade. She's left breathing heavily as her orgasm recedes, opening her eyes to find his lustful gaze.
Jeyna strokes his cheek gently, guiding her fingertips down to his jawline. She hesitates only a moment before tracing the pale skin of his neck, down his chest. Her hand is paused over his heart when he catches it, holding it steady there.
She searches his eyes, finding so much comfort there. Where once she'd been unnerved by his gaze, finding it so raw and direct, she now never wants to look away. Her brain finally tries to function, feebly kicking back into gear. If he was claiming her as his own, did that mean she could say the same? Was he hers?
"Yes," Ben murmurs. "Only yours." He adjusts her leg, pulling her to straddle his lap fully, but still his eyes stay locked on hers.
She lets herself slide down slowly, reaching down to position him against her entrance. At the contact, he groans slightly, and kisses her. She sighs in content, his lips full and soft against hers. His hands urge her down, and she gasps as the head of his cock pushes into her. She lowers down more, feeling him slide further inside.
"You're so good," Ben breathes, and his eyes stutter closed. His lips are parted, his lower lip shaking with each breath.
Jeyna sinks the rest of the way down on him, her mouth falling open when she is full, stretched by his width. His fingertips dig into her hips as she moves in a slow, smooth rocking as her body adjusts. She leans forward, burying her face into the crook of his neck. His hair is still the slightest bit damp, but soft against her skin. She fights to steady her breathing, tension building once more in her core as she rides him.
Jeyna feels it when Ben strengthens their bond again, his mind flooding hers with his pleasure. Her pace picks up automatically when she feels it, when she hears the echoes of praise from him filling her mind. She whimpers at the feeling of him hitting deep, jerking her hips frantically as she wants more.
She breathes out in a rush when Ben rolls her carefully, settling her onto the bunk on her back. He shifts her legs before taking over, his hips snapping into her more forcefully than she'd been able to manage on top. He finds that perfect spot quickly.
She fights the urge to let her eyes close, even as his thrusts pull small gasps from her open mouth. She focuses on his gaze, on his presence in her mind, tears threatening at the intensity of what she's feeling. She knows her expression is pleading, her eyes begging him for more. He descends on her without warning, stealing a forceful kiss from her. As his tongue invades her mouth, she hears his voice in her thoughts: I love seeing you like this. So beautiful.
He bites her lip to tug at it, and she moans for him, past any form of restraint. Jeyna's head rocks back from his mouth as something warm spreads through her skin, sensations drifting and teasing her overly sensitive flesh. His power surrounds her, holding her captive even as her muscles want to shake. Ben's hands grab hers, forcing them down into the sheets of the bed, his hips rolling into hers in a rythmn she's quickly lost to.
…Mine…
His energy builds her up, up, up.. Until she comes undone with a scream, his climax and hers entangling until they are indistinguishable. She can't separate what he's feeling from what she is, the input overwhelming her mind. She clenches his hands, trying desperately to catch a breath through the waves of release pulsing through them both.
She's trembling as it subsides, dizzy with the rush of hormones assaulting her bloodstream. Ben pulls back from her mind enough that she can separate out which sensations are coming from her own quaking body, her chest heaving with exertion.
He rolls off of her before letting himself fall, his head rolling to the side to survey her face. "Your side…I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Jeyna shakes her head. She can't even feel it at the moment, whether from the rush of chemicals or the bacta treatment he'd administered. She examines his hair, messy and curling from the shower, before letting her eyes travel his face. She doubts she'll ever stop feeling that magnetic pull to him, that stunned recognition of his beauty every time she pauses to study him.
He smiles at her. A full, happy smile. The fact that it is just for her makes her heart feel light. "You're thinking loudly again," Ben teases quietly. He turns to press a kiss to her temple before standing.
She watches him search the lockers for clean clothes before retorting, "You could always stop listening."
"Never," he replies immediately, though his voice comes out muffled as he pulls a shirt overhead. She grins, rolling in the blankets as she delays getting up.
"I'm going to check on that communication we missed. Do you need anything?" he asks. She cocks an eyebrow when he looks at her, waiting for an answer. She isn't sure what he'd think she would need, her sense of humor taking over in place of a logical response.
"A palace perhaps. Some servants. A chef to prepare me something more than dehydrated cubes," she lists, using a snarky tone of voice. Ben rolls his eyes.
"I'll get right on that, Princess," he retorts, the remnants of his smile lingering on his lips. She watches him go, before realizing if things had gone differently in the galaxy, he might have been a prince. She tries, but fails to imagine it. Even the smuggler's clothes he'd worn on Nar Shaddaa seem to fit him better than whatever costume she imagines royalty would wear.
Jeyna lingers for a few minutes, entertained by the thoughts, before finally dragging herself from the blankets to find clothes herself.
When she gets to the comms room, Ben is sitting in front of the relay silently. She hesitates when she sees the way he is staring, as if he isn't really seeing.
"Ben? What's wrong?"
He jerks, his eyes flitting to hers quickly before flying away. He stands, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to straighten it. "Nothing. A couple more hours and we'll be at D'Qar."
Jeyna's eyes narrow as she immediately knows he is lying, his manner and their connection nearly guaranteeing it. She can feel something wrong, echoing through their bond, and it makes her stomach twist unpleasantly. "You're lying to me," she says quietly.
Ben's eyes find her, the guilt plain in them. He searches her face for a long moment, his expression reluctant, before he finally answers her. "It was just some bad news. Hux made it back to the rest of the First Order fleet, and there's been some losses," he says slowly.
"Whose losses? The Rebels?" Jeyna questions.
"There was some…collateral damage, as well," Ben replies. Jeyna frowns, opening her mouth to continue to question him. But his face shifts, turning focused to something beyond her senses. She knows the look immediately, holding her tongue to let him focus. "He's waking up," he realizes, sliding past her to head to the medbay.
She trails him, practically running to keep up. When she enters the small medical room behind Ben, it looks like Revan is still asleep. He hasn't moved, and she wonders if perhaps Ben was mistaken. He pulls another syringe of sedative out, lifting it to add into the IV line.
Before he can, the needle is sent flying across the tiny space, colliding with the wall and shattering there. The small pieces fall to the floor next to HK-47.
"No more sedatives," Revan whispers. He sounds like he feels terrible, and she frowns in sympathy.
"Do you want something for the pain?" Jeyna asks uncertainly. "It's going to be a bit longer before we can get you to a proper medical facility."
His eyes open slowly, focusing entirely on her. "No. Do you have a location for the Emperor? Has he made a move yet?"
"The Emperor?" she repeats. "You mean… Vitiate? Or…or Valkorian?"
Revan inclines his head in a small nod. "He's the leader of the Eternal Empire. He'll return to them when he gains enough power."
Ben steps forward, in front of Jeyna. "He hasn't left the galaxy. How much power does he need to bring the Empire?"
Revan's eyes trail over to fall on Ben. "It depends. That shell he took had no force affinity. It might take a great deal…" Revan answers, before his gaze turns critical. "What are you?"
Ben's eyes narrow, and he doesn't answer. Jeyna shifts her weight between her feet, uncomfortable with the tension that has appeared between the two men. She can feel it, thickening the air between them.
Revan looks undeterred by Ben's silence. "You are burdened by your power," he observes, voice faint. "And you are too passionate to be a Jedi."
"I left the Jedi behind," Ben snaps.
"And yet you yearn for the light. Have you left the Sith, as well?" Revan presses.
"I don't need the Sith. My power is my own," Ben says. Jeyna surveys his face with worry, concerned with the irritation she can feel through their bond. He is on edge, distrustful of the man questioning him.
"Ah. Now that, is curious," Revan replies after a moment. His eyes slide back shut.
Jeyna only bites her lip for a moment before she can't help herself. "We need to know more. We need to know how to stop him, how he took over Hux…" She trails off before adding the question that's really been bothering her. "What happened? How did you end up in stasis with him?"
Revan is silent for so long, she's beginning to think he isn't going to answer her. His chest rises and falls evenly, Jeyna considers that he's even fallen back into unconsciousness. But after what feels like an eternity, he gives a pained sigh.
"That curiosity is all I remember of you," he says. "I felt your mind calling out to me, when you were so little. All curiosity."
Jeyna's mouth falls open at what almost sounds like fondness in Revan's tone, stunned by what he's said. Is it possible he had felt her, somehow, across all of that distance? Had he sensed her opening that first holocron, in her childhood home?
"She asked you a question. Several, actually," Ben says tersely. "Answer her."
Revan's lips lift in a small smirk. "Of course," he agrees. His intense eyes focus on Jeyna, and she freezes under his attention. "I was so close to defeating him. But he had dark powers I had never seen before. He abandoned his physical body, and in my weakened state, he was able to merge with mine."
"And Bastila Shan imprisoned you on Dromund Kaas? Could she not find a way to free you from him?" Jeyna asks immediately.
Revan nods. "Bastila and Meetra tried to stop us, to stop him, but they resorted to locking us into stasis. Bastila used her blood for the seal, to ensure only she could release me once they had found a way to stop him. But she never came back."
Jeyna frowns. Had Shan been unable to find a way to help her husband? Why had she never returned for him?
"So you wait thousands of years, until you can lure one of your descendants there instead? Offer them up as a sacrifice so you can escape?" Ben interjects harshly.
"I didn't lure her. It was the Emperor who called to her, who sent the vision," Revan says, and his eyes fall from Jeyna's. "But I admit I was weak. I should have fought harder for control. Part of me was relieved that it might be over."
"Was your mind aware the entire time?" she wonders. "I can't imagine what that would be like…" The thought horrifies her. Being paralyzed, on a deserted world, preserved for the passage of time. How did he not go insane?
"Partially. It was different. Not awareness how we are experiencing it now," Revan replies.
Jeyna sees Ben's hands curl into fists at his side, a sure sign that his temper is flaring. Their connection is buzzing with his repressed emotion, but whatever it is feels like a storm. She swallows nervously. "How do we stop him?" she asks, trying to direct the conversation to safer territory.
Revan lets his head fall back, relaxed onto the med table. His eyes slip closed once more. "You don't…"