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Thursday

"Remind me not to do that again," Rey moans into her coffee.

"Why are you complaining?" Rose pours her a cup then joins her at the table. "From what I saw, you had a pretty good time last night."

"I did." Rey admits, then grins. "I just wish I'd had more sleep." The old friends giggle together.

"I do have something to tell you," Rose begins. Rey sits up straighter in her chair, giving Rose her full attention. "I'm moving in with Armie."

Rey picks up her mug of coffee, and Rose mirrors her. They click their mugs together like they are flutes of champagne instead of coffee. "I figured this was coming," Rey says after her celebratory sip.

"He's so sweet." Rey snorts and Rose shakes her head. "He really is. Last night, after we'd—" Rose giggles. "Anyway, it was like he was proposing. He got down on one knee and had a little black ring box. Instead of a ring, he gave me his house key."

"That's sweet. When's moving day?"

"It's Thursday… So, this weekend? He said to take my time, but I've been taking up too much of your new house."

"Hush. I told you that you could stay as long as you needed to. That offer will always stand. But I know you want to move in with the little red-headed freak."

"Hey now," Rose laughs as throws a napkin at Rey. "He's my little red-headed freak."

"That he is." Rey shakes her head at Rose's blush.

"So, tell me, what happened between you and Kylo last night? You were pretty out of it when he brought you to the truck."

Rey smirks into her mu, "Last night was amazing. That's why I need more sleep." She pauses for a moment, then whispers, "But he didn't kiss me."

"He didn't?" Rose asks. "That's weird." Rose checks the time on her cell. "Oh, crap, I gotta go," Rose says, gulping the last bit of her coffee. "I'm going on over to Armie's tonight after work." Rey says, "Don't wait up—" at the same time Rose does. Rose shakes her head, and bumps her shoulder as she walks out the kitchen door. "Love ya', bye."

"Love ya' bye." Rey says. She pours herself another cup of coffee and heads to her garage.

Krkrkrkrkr

"What sound is your car making?"

"It's a weird squeak."

"What happens when you push the brakes?"

"The car stops."

Rey wants to scream. She's starting to feel like some teens are pranking her, but she doubts the older woman on the phone is pranking her. "How about this? You don't drive it that much this weekend, and bring it to me around eleven o'clock on Monday?"

When she was younger and bouncing around from foster home to foster home, her favorite one was June and Lor San Tekka's. Mrs. Tekka or June always told Rey to call her would act like a real mom. Always generous with hugs, kisses and cookies, June would even help Rey with her homework. Mr. Tekka was a mechanic and would let Rey hand him tools when he was working. She was able to stay with them for almost a year before June was transferred to another state.

Rey cried and begged for them to take her with them, but the judge said no, she had to stay.

It's been fifteen years since then, and they don't even know that she has her own garage now. She does remember Lor telling her that there would be days like today. She just didn't think he was serious.

After she hangs up, she starts to scribble on her desk calendar but a low rumble reaches her ears. Lor San turned her into a grease monkey when he would let her pretend to work on his old '69 Camaro. Then they would go for ice cream afterwards.

So now, when she hears the purr of a big block engine, tears appear and she gets homesick for something she's never had.

Just like what is happening to her now. She sets down her phone and her eyes close so she can let the rumble and the purr that is a muscle car engine truly soothe her nerves.

She can't help but to smile as she hears it come closer to her shop and even walks outside so she can look for it. The car idles for a moment and she knows that it's waiting at the stop sign before you turn onto her road.

"Holy fuck," she murmurs when she sees the golden firebird on the hood of the black car. "It can't be—" she whispers as the car stops in front of her. The engine stops purring as the driver turns it off. She mutters to herself, "I can't believe I'm actually close enough to touch a 1977 Smokey and the Bandit Pontiac Trans Am Firebird."

The gravel crunches under her feet as she slowly walks around the beast of a car. She isn't paying attention until she runs into someone on the passenger side. She stumbles back and looks up as the person reaches out to catch her.

"Han! Is this your car?"

"No—" he chuckles. "It's The Kid's."

"Oh." she inhales as she looks across the top of the car. All of the air in her lungs decides to leave in that moment. A pair of whiskey colored eyes meet her almost green ones. His long black hair almost reaches his chin as it frames his face like those renaissance paintings she studied in humanities. Nice full lips promise all kinds of wicked things and she can feel the same desire gathering in her veins that she felt last night. but yet there's something… "I like your car."

"I think she likes your car, Son."

Her eyes meet Ben's. "It would seem that way."

"It's an awesome car. I've always wanted one," she adds wistfully, then she remembers why they are here. "Your Jeep. You probably want to talk about your Jeep, then we can talk about the car some more." He arches the same brow that Han does and she finds it irritating but cute at the same time. "Come on over," she motions for them to follow her.

The hood isn't latched, so she pushes it up. Ben stops on one side of her and Han joins her on the other. "Did it blow up?" Ben asks.

"Pretty much. Do you smell that?"

"Yeah, what is that?"

"Burnt oil," Han answers.

"Can you fix it?" Ben asks.

"I can fix anything," Rey answers. "But I don't think it would be worth it to fix this. It might be cheaper to get another vehicle."

"I really don't have time to go car shopping right now," Ben grunts. She can't help but to notice his imposing height. He's well over six-foot-more-than-three-inches and then he runs his fingers through his black hair that reaches his chin….

Oh.

She glances at him again out of the corner of her eye as Han says something about the engine. She quickly makes herself stop looking at him. He's not Kylo! He's not the one who did all those things to you last night and made you come harder than you ever have in your life.

It's not him.

"—you can use the Tesla until you find a new car," Han offers.

"I can't leave the Tesla at the airport for three and four days at a time. That's why I have this piece of crap Jeep anyway." Ben kicks the tire.

"You can use one of my trucks if you want—" Rey finds herself offering. "They are in pretty decent shape. Heck I'd set out for California right now in any of them and wouldn't worry."

She looks up in time to see his whiskey colored eyes light up at her suggestion. A strange wave of heat starts at the base of her neck and spreads through her entire body. Her eyes travel until they reach his hands.

Those hands…

It's not him.

It can't be him.

"What car is it?"

"Well it's one of my trucks. I like to fix them and resell them. That's how I got the down payment on all this." She points to the trucks on the other side of the garage. "The Ford F-150 just needed a new timing belt, the 2500 Chevy needed a little bit of everything, then the Dodge just needed a major overhaul."

"You're going to let me use one of your trucks? But why?"

"I know your old man?" Rey answers with a smile. "It's really ok. I haven't had time to try to sell them, all of a sudden I'm busy."

"Thank you," he mutters the same way he said….

Oh.

It is him.

Ok—you need to breathe right now. Then we can figure this out.

Meanwhile his thanks makes her feel like she did last night. Warm feelings she hasn't felt in so long that she isn't sure if she should drop to her knees right now and ask him to fuck her over and over again until he has to go back to work.

Or take her back to Twisted.

"Yeah," she says, even surprising herself that her voice isn't shaky. "It's not a big deal and you don't want to leave that," she looks at the Trans Am behind them. "At the airport."

"No, that's not advisable." She can't look away from the smirk that appears. "Do you want to go for a ride?"

And of course, that's when Han's phone starts ringing. As Han steps away from them, Rey turns back to the Jeep. "I could replace the engine, but it will take some time. What kind of car do you want?"

"Are you going to take her for a ride?" Han asks, hanging up his phone.

"Yes!" Rey answers for him and Ben's smile is everything in that moment. She's not sure why her heart flips when their eyes meet.

"Do you have a call?" Ben asks.

"I do and can you take me back to my truck?"

"Sure." He asks Rey, "how long can you be gone?"

"I'm actually done for the day. Just let me close the doors." She walks back into her shop. She has to jump up to catch the rope that pulls down the middle bay door, but Ben's hand reaches for it instead. She steps out of his way as the door settles. "Ben," she starts, "are you—" she begins but he shakes his head no.

"Let's take Dad to his truck, then we'll talk," he mutters even though Han is far enough away not to hear them. She nods and steps away.

"Let me get my phone. Can you finish closing the doors?"

"Do I need to lock them?" He asks as she closes her safe and shuts off her laptop.

"Yeah, the latch is there at the bottom," she answers. He clicks the locks and she grabs her phone but before she can open the door he's there.

He doesn't say anything, but lightly brushes her lips with his. Their breaths mingle and she reaches to touch him when he steps back. They're both quiet when he holds the door open for her. She hands him the key and he locks it for her.

"Doesn't she have a fantastic shop? Everything has its place and it's so clean," Han brags.

"I have to keep it that way so I can find what I need," Rey chuckles. "Do you want me to sit in the back?"

"Yeah if you don't mind. I'm too old to be climbing in the back seat of a car anymore," Han quips. He helps her find the latch that slides the passenger seat up. She crawls in and sits in the middle of the bench seat.

Han climbs back in and Ben settles into the driver's seat. "I'm so excited," Rey giggles. She meets Ben's gaze in the rearview mirror and he lifts his right brow in question.

"Ben will have to tell you the story, but he won this car—"

"You won it? How?"

He doesn't answer, but turns the key instead. It rumbles to life, the whole car vibrating. The biggest grin appears on her face.

The car idles as he looks both ways at the stop sign. Rey slides up so that her bottom is on the edge of the bench seat in the back, and she can see what Ben and Han are both doing. "It's a six speed," she whispers as she watches Ben move the gear stick. "He's putting it in first—"

"Rey, put your seatbelt on," Ben says.

She meets his eyes in the mirror and grins. "But I want to watch—" her voice trails off when his eyes narrow. "Please?"

Han's phone rings again. While he's talking, Ben, whose gaze has not left hers, says, "Rey, be a good girl and put your seatbelt on."

He's using that same voice he used last night. She scoots back and finds the black seatbelt. It takes her a minute, but when she has it buckled, she looks up. Again, their eyes meet in the mirror and she nods.

"Good girl," he purrs his eyes, never leaving hers except to glance at the road.

The same warm fuzzy feeling from last night washes over her. She looks down at her hands, unable to watch him in the mirror anymore. This is the same man who came in her mouth last night while she was tied in a kink club with his red ropes all over her body.

As the car slows, she looks up.

The big blue truck is sitting in a driveway several streets over. "This isn't your house, is it Han?"

"No, this is my house," Ben answers. His house is bigger than hers, but not by much. It's brick and trimmed in black with a shingled roof while hers is wooden boards and a blue tin roof.

"We're almost, kinda sort of neighbors," Rey says looking in the rearview mirror.

"It would seem that way," he agrees, meeting her stare. "It will make borrowing a cup of sugar much easier."

He winks at her and not sure what else to do, she looks down again. She's always been too busy working and trying to get ahead than to have a relationship beyond her circle of friends. And the boyfriends she did have over the years, never lasted more than a month.

But none of them make her feel the way Kylo, err Ben, makes her feel.

Han climbs out of the Trans Am and pulls the seat up for Rey. She crawls out and just when she thinks she's in the clear, she stumbles right into Ben's arms. "Easy now," he says, looking down into her eyes.

"Now I see why most cars these days have four doors," she tries not to sound as nervous as she feels. He lets her go and just like last night, she misses his touch as soon as he lets go of her.

"I've got to go," Han says, smiling at them. "Be good you two."

They watch Han leave. It's not until he's out of sight that Ben says, "Well hell. Do you want to come in for a minute?"

"Can I drive? Pretty please with sugar on top and a strawberry?"

"And a strawberry?"

"Of course, a strawberry. They're in season right now after all."

"I'll let you drive it, on one condition." She knows exactly what he's going to ask for before he does.

But she asks anyway, "What is it?"

"You let me buy you dinner tonight."

Oh.

That's not what she expected.

But it still takes her breath away.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Alright," she answers, grinning at him.

"You look like something's wrong."

"No—I almost expected you to take me to Twisted."

"I'll take you back there soon," he purrs. "But I want to get to know you without all of that."

"Why don't I cook? I can make a better steak than anyone in town."

"You want to cook for me?" She watches his cheeks turn pink.

"I would love to cook for you."

"I guess you're driving—" she doesn't even give him time to finish his sentence when she squeals, then runs to the driver's seat.

They sit in the car at the same time. But instead of turning the key, she caresses the steering wheel like it's the best thing she's ever seen. "Four hundred cubic inch six-point-six-liter V-eight, two hundred horsepower to rear wheels—"

"Actually," he interrupts her fervent whisper. "Dad and I changed out the heads, the intake and the pistons. It's now six hundred and five horsepower."

"There's six hundred and five horses under the hood? I think I'm in love—" she hears herself and out of the corner of her eye, she sees him freeze. "With the car?" She adds with a squeak.

"I'm in love with this car too," he admits.

She finally lets herself turn that key. The machine roars to life and she can't keep the smile from her face. "Can we go back by the garage?"

"Yeah we can go wherever you need to go."

"How fast is your fastest quarter mile?" She asks as she pulls out onto the black top.

"I've never really timed it," he answers.

"Mhmm—" he looks over at her.

"Rey?" He says in that voice from last night.

The one that haunted her dreams last night.

"Ben? Or can I call you Professor?" She can't help but to love the way he cuts his eyes at her. Like he's promising her all kinds of things.

"I know what you're thinking," he growls.

"Fine," she huffs. "I'll be a good girl." She pulls out onto the main road to go back to her house.

"Good girls get rewards."

"What do bad girls get?"

"Keep pushing, and you'll find out."

She pulls into her parking lot and stops in front of one of the doors. When the car is silent they sit there, not daring to look at one another. "What do bad girls get?" She whispers.

"What is your safe word?" His voice sounds like he's been running for miles.

"Orange-bananas," she mutters looking over at him.

"Unlock the door, go into the garage and wait for me on your knees. You may get a pillow off of your couch to kneel on."

"Yes, Professor—"

"Sir," he croaks, "Call me Sir. Or Master."

"Yes Sir," she says, unable to call him Master yet. She slowly gets out of the car, and he mirrors her on the passenger side. He doesn't immediately follow her, giving her time to open the door and to kneel on a cushion.

She tries not to feel nervous, she wants this and those unspoken promises after all. The door opens behind her, and she turns to watch him come in. "Eyes forward, Love."

Her lids close and she has to smile as a shiver of need passes through her. Something lands beside her but she still keeps her eyes closed. She feels him walk around her. Her eyes open to his jeans and boots in front of her.

He crouches in front of her, resting his elbows on his knees. "I was wanting to talk to you before we—" he nods at where she's resting on her knees. "But it seems that you have other ideas."

"Sir—" she starts.

"Yes, Love?"

She reaches out for his hand. As he takes hers in his, he brings her knuckles to his lips. "Will we still have that talk?" He nods. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you in trouble?"

"Because I wanted to race your 1977 Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am?"

"Yes." She smiles when she watches him squeeze his lips together so he won't smile too. "Did you like driving my car?"

"Oh yes, Sir. Can I drive it again?"

"Maybe one day."

"Ok," she exhales. "Sir?"

"Yes, Love?"

"Do you want to go in the house?"

"We will when it's time to cook." He looks over her head towards the bays where she works on cars. The same excitement she saw in his eyes last night is back. "I have something better in mind," he grunts. "What are your limits?"

"The same as last night, no blood, no urine, no raw fish?"

"Yes, I remember, no sushi." He grabs the bag beside her, and offers her a hand. Another quick kiss to her temple while he murmurs against her skin, "Lock the door, and take off all your clothes." He leans back enough to gauge her reaction. He must be happy with the smile on her face, because he's asking, "The chain for heavy lifting, is it on a remote?"

"Yes Sir. It's the switch over there on the wall—" She watches him walk away and she can't keep her eyes off his backside.

"Love, did you hear my words?"

"Yes Sir!" She looks down at her own clothes. While she doesn't wear her best stuff when she's working, she's glad that she wore something cute last night to Twisted. She gets down to her bra and panties…

"Rey? Love? Where did you go?"

She follows the sound of his voice, and he's playing with the chain. When the hook is about head-high, he grins. "Perfect," he says before he turns to her. She can feel his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I was still getting undressed. What do you have planned?"

"Come here," he says. "And I'll show you." She joins him on the mat he slid under the chain. "Rey? Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah," she says. "Just a little nervous."

"We don't have to do this. I just want to spend some time with you before I have to fly off to London again."

"When do you have to go back in?"

"Monday. They let me have this weekend because I worked overtime last weekend."

"You want to spend time with me?" She whispers.

"I do." He leans in until their noses touch and she can feel his breath. "I want to see where this goes."

"I think I want that too," she admits. Dr. Maz's words come flooding back, but she pushes them aside. There's plenty of time later for her to admit to Ben about how quickly she gets attached to people.

"Good. Now get naked." He helps her with her bra, then she slides her panties down. He catches them and brings them up to his nose. She can hear him inhale.

"Ben—" she mutters and she can feel her face heat up. He crams the underwear in his pocket and reaches into his bag. instead of the red rope from last night, he pulls out a skein of baby pink rope. He pulls the bundle apart, and the sound of the rope hitting the floor makes her wet.

"Hands on shoulders, Love," he commands as he starts turning the rope in his hands. This time, he begins with wrapping the rope under her breasts, before he starts weaving it around her. The drag and the pull of the rope across her skin leaves goosebumps all over her.

"Kyl—Ben?" he pauses and their eyes meet. "Why ropes?"

"Did you know that the owners of Twisted are actually riggers also? Hux dragged me to a show they did once. We met them, and they told me about some shibari classes they were doing. I ended up enjoying it more than I thought I would and yeah," he says with a smile as he ties off the skein. He grabs another one and kneels before her.

"You are so beautiful, Love," he whispers before he kisses the top of her mound. His arms wrap around her hips, and her hands find those black waves of his. She allows her fingers to do what they've been itching to do, run through his hair. He looks up and she has to chuckle at the mischievous look in his eyes. "Don't distract me, I want to make you fly."

He doesn't give her time to ask, because his fingers are there in between her legs then he whispers against her skin, "Spread your legs, Love." Placing the rope exactly where he wants it.

There's a kiss on her outer lips and she can't help but to hum as her desire builds. Her fingers are still in his waves, and when he looks up at her, she wants to sink down beside him.

He doesn't give her a chance to. Instead, he starts kissing her right above the rope tied around her waist. She wants more of him touching her, but he steps away instead.

There's more rope in his hands, but she's too busy watching him and how beautiful he is to notice what he's doing. She sees him pulling rope, and then her feet leave the rug.

"Ben!" She squeals.

"I told you, I want you to fly," he says as he ties the rope to itself.

He steps closer to her, and that's when she realizes she can look him in the eyes. She wraps him in a hug, and it's her turn to whisper against his lips, "Now I can finally reach you."

His hands are warm on her waist as he pulls her impossibly closer. They pause for a moment, green eyes meeting whiskey ones. She wants to say so many things, the words that Dr. Maz made her learn, how she already needs him, how she feels herself falling… but instead, she kisses the man in her arms.

"I need you," one of them whispers. Rey isn't sure who did, it might have been both of them. He doesn't stop touching her, but she's almost ripping off the white t-shirt he has on while he's undoing his belt. He hands her the condom, and with that smile, the one she knows is going to drive her crazy but in a good way says, "Open that for me? I don't want to let you go."

She puts the end of the foil package in her teeth and rips it off. He takes the condom and slides in. But instead of penetrating her, he's loosening ropes. She can feel the ropes that she didn't realize were holding her torso relax and he flashes that wicked grin at her again.

"Do you know that while I've tied up a couple of pretty girls like this, you will be the only one I'm actually going to use the ties for what they're intended on?"

"What's that?"

"This Love, is a sex swing." He pushes her back, and instead of hitting the floor, the ropes catch her. Her hips are level with his, and he takes the opportunity to sink in as far as he can go. "Fuck, Rey, you feel so good."

"Fuck me, please," she begs.

"Your wish is my command," he mutters as he pulls out, then she can feel him grab the ropes at her hip, and bring her back to him. His first couple of pumps are slow, but then, he flashes that grin at her and speeds up.

Warm tingles wrap around her even tighter than the ropes. He lets go of the tie at her waist and grabs her legs. Her ankles are on either side of his head, and she says, "I like that."

"What?" He asks, only slowing down a little.

"Your head in between my feet." He doesn't smile and her heart squeezes painfully until he turns his head to kiss her foot. The change in her position keeps her from saying anything when he starts hitting that spot. Her eyes roll back as the tremor begins.

Her orgasm hits, and tips her over the edge. He latches onto a nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through her. Her fingers wind up tangled in his hair again as he grunts, "Damn, Baby," when he comes.

She doesn't realize that he's getting her down until he's carrying her back to her waiting room. Happy orgasmic endorphins are bouncing around her brain but she manages to croak out, "Blanket, behind the counter."

Ben somehow manages, four skeins of rope, her boneless body, wrapping them both in a blanket before he sinks onto her couch. Somehow through the haze, Rey asks, "Is your naked bottom on my couch?"

He jostles her enough to reach her forehead. His lips linger there after he gives her a kiss. "No. my naked butt is wrapped in this blanket."

"Alright," her breathy chuckle envelops both of them, and Rey dozes off, loving how he holds her.

Did you know that Star Wars and Smokey and the Bandit were realized on the same weekend back in 1977? And for that opening week, Smokey beat Star Wars? But then Star Wars did what it did best and beat the completion for weeks on end. But Rey is a grease monkey and the Bandit edition Trans Am is still a sought-after car.