Ben

My Knights and I filed into the loading bay of their ship, and my eyes locked with Rey's.

She stared at me, her back rigid, her shoulders squared, and her cheeks tinged pink with irritation.

Yeah, I was angry, and she knew I was angry. It vibrated the braided cord between us.

She just didn't care.

"Find somewhere else to be." I barked to my Knights, who made quick work of making themselves scarce.

Rey rolled her eyes. "Ben-"

I crossed the space between us in two strides and roughly pulled her to me crushing my mouth to hers.

Her hands went to my shoulders, as if to push me away, but instead grabbed two fistfuls of my tunic and pulled me to her.

She sighed, relaxing her jaw, and I darted my tongue inside, tasting her.

I reached one hand up to grasp the back of her neck and the other cupped between her thighs.

She gasped, breaking away, and I groaned, kissing and sucking at the hollow beneath her ear.

I stroked my fingers across the fabric that covered her, and she bucked, grinding into my hand as I began to rub in hard circles.

She tugged my shirt up, and we broke apart long enough for her to pull it over my head and toss it aside, before I claimed her mouth again.

Her hands went to my shoulders, down to my chest, my stomach, and then to the waistband of my pants that she hastily unbuttoned and opened.

I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off of her, finding her in an actual bra instead of her breast band, and reached behind her to unclasp it.

She pulled her arms free of the straps, and let the garment fall. I palmed her breasts once they were free, loving the way they peaked at my touch, and she threw her head back, moaning for all the ship to hear.

She went back to the front of my pants and pulled them down enough to free my aching cock, then took me into her hand.

I hissed, my hips bucking involuntary at her touch.

She was inexperienced, and her strokes were clumsy but eager.

I grabbed the fabric of her pants to pull them down, and she let me go to slide off her panties as well, then stepped out of them.

She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I put my arms under her as I took several steps forward.

She winced when her back hit the steel wall of the ship.

"What?" I panted.

"It's cold." She said, and then pulled my face to hers.

Our tongues clashed, and for a moment, we were nothing but pants and moans and lust and need.

I reached between us, touching her, and groaned when I found her thoroughly drenched.

I played with her slickness, while my mouth found her breast, and she cried out, squirming against me.

My finger drew hard little circles on her clit, while I kissed, nibbled, and sucked her breasts, until she was nearly sobbing in my arms.

"Ben." She begged. "Please."

"Please what?" I asked, then closed my mouth over her nipple and sucked. Hard.

She groaned, grinding her hips into mine.

"What do you want?" I asked. I was unhinged, nearly mad with the need to claim her again.

"I want-" She gasped as I plunged two fingers inside of her and started to pump.

Her fingernails dug into the flesh of my shoulders as she desperately tried to pull me to her.

"What do you want?" I asked again, focusing on the spongy patch of nerves behind her pelvic bone.

Rapid pants poured out of her as she tightened around my fingers.

"Please." She gasped again, and her mouth flew open in a breathless moan.

"Please what?" I growled, plunging my fingers deeper into her. Maker above, I thought I would come just from watching her fall apart in my arms.

"Fuck me." She whimpered. "Please, I want you to fuck me."

I snarled, grinning as I withdrew my fingers, and coated my cock in her wetness.

She spread her legs wider for me and I buried myself into her with one rough thrust.

She cried out, and I immediately froze, knowing the difference between her cries of pleasure, and her cries of pain.

I moved to pull out of her but she wrapped her legs around me, locking me into place.

"No, I'm ok." She panted. "I just need a minute."

I nodded. "Ok." And stood as still as possible to let her adjust, peppering her neck, shoulder, and lips with soft kisses.

She started to move, slowly as first, then began to grind harder.

"You're ok?" I asked, and she nodded.

I rocked my hips in time with hers, then began to thrust. Low and slow at first, then moved deeper and harder.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, clinging to me, and I put my hands under her knees, unlocking them from around my waist, and lifted them up to alter the angle that I entered her.

She threw her head back against the wall, and I could feel her climax begin to build through the Bond.

"That's it." I groaned. "Come on me."

Her back arched, pushing me deeper into her, and I pulled back just enough to watch her come with my name on her lips.

If my Knights didn't know what we were doing before, they certainly did now, with her cries echoing off of the steel walls.

I dropped her knees, and grabbed her ass, pulling her to me so that I could thrust deep, using the Force to put pressure on her clit until I felt her begin to flutter again.

Her body shook with a second orgasm and I collapsed against her, biting down on her shoulder as I came, filling her.

We clung to each other for a long moment, panting, and then I stood to look at her.

Her hair was plastered to her face and neck with sweat, and we were both covered in dirt and dust from the ship.

I gently kissed her forehead and she smiled up at me. "I need to piss you off more often."

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Author's note:

Anyone else need a cold shower?