The blue mist scatters quickly, too quickly, leaving just Anakin, standing on the platform. He is facing Rey and Kylo, but stands further down the expansive corridor.
Anakin is looking at them. His eyes are different, underlined by deep bags sunken into his face, the shadows of Mustafar darkening them. Rey inhales sharply, the stark contrast between this hollow man, and the handsome one she had seen so happy at his own wedding causing dread to simmer in her.
This vision bears none of the hallmarks of the other cave memories. There was no blue tint to it, no blurring around his edges. Anakin stands solid, and something about how clear he is, how real he looks, causes Kylo's free hand to settle on his saber, and his other hand to tighten around Rey's.
Their eyes lock, Kylo and Anakin. A look of knowing flashes across the to-be Vader's eyes, causing Kylo's muscles to snag, his greatest hero looking at him with recognition. Rey knows, though, that Anakin isn't looking at Kylo, that he is looking past him, and instinctively looks behind them.
Padme. Padme is running towards them from behind. Rey looks back to Anakin and realizes he is running now too. Kylo's opposite hand is still on his saber when he feels Rey's grip loosen. He looks to her and realizes. They let go of each other's hands and both step back, allowing his grandparents to run into each other's arms where they had just stood.
Padme is dressed in something reminiscent of what Rey might wear, subdued earth tones, her darkly braided hair cascading down her back and shoulders. She is crying. Both Kylo and Rey's bodies thrust back at the sight of her tears. Anakin buries her face into his chest as they embrace, but her sobs are unmistakable. This vision is different in more ways than one.
When Anakin and Padme pull apart, Rey notices the swell in her belly before Kylo does.
Kylo is too focused on her face, on her tears, to notice. The way her face twists, her eyes reach out, even the way she tries to swallow back her emotions, they're all his mother, trying to hide her vulnerability from him when his father would leave or the weight of the Republic weighed too heavy, trying to be strong.
He had never seen pictures of Padme Amidala outside of her royal Queen regalia, heavy white makeup hiding her true face. He didn't think any existed. But here she was, in front of him for the third time, his grandmother. Beautiful, kind, but sad.
"I was so worried about you,' Padme speaks first. Both Kylo and Rey lean in to hear her. "Obi Wan told me terrible things," Padme's face is edging on terror, on disbelief, looking into her husband's eyes.
"What things?" Anakin steps forward as Padme steps back.
"He said, you've turned to the dark side", her beautiful face contorts, "that you...killed younglings."
Rey's face shoots to Kylo on the other side of this apparition.
"Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me," Anakin's voice is strong, detached even.
Padme shakes her head, "He cares about us."
"Us?" he turns fully to her, it is his turn to edge on disbelief.
"He knows, he wants to help you." She searches his face, but a sly smile has overtaken it. Something sinister boils beneath the surface, and Padme tries to smooth it out with her words, "Anakin, all I want is your love."
"Love won't save you Padme. Only my new powers can do that," his menacing expression doesn't let up, but his eyes are genuine.
"At what cost? You're a good person, don't do this," the distance between them has grown and it is as her whole body is shaking in grief.
"I won't lose you like I lost my mother. I am becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of, and I'm doing it for you, to protect you."
Hope fades from her face, causing the room to constrict.
Padme approaches him, a last ditch effort to make him understand, "Come away with me. Help me raise our child,"
Kylo straightens, our child, before his eyes settle on Padme's stomach. Luke and Leia, that's them, held together within their mother just a few feet from him. His mother in her mother.
Padme's hands come up to his face, bringing her to him, "Leave everything else behind while we still can."
Rey's eyes shoot from Padme towards Kylo but he is already looking at her, his plea to her in the throne room playing here, years before that moment, but playing so differently.
"Don't you see? We don't have to run away anymore. I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the Chancellor. I can overthrow him. And together, you and I can rule the Galaxy, make things the way we want them to be." Anakin's words are like ice in Rey's veins, the power he so craved, so wanted, he wanted with her. Kylo doesn't stop looking at Rey, as his grandparents' images play as an echo between them. An echo of their life.
Padme's muscles start to seize in confusion, Anakin's words causing her to recoil slightly, before stepping back, her face drained of all recognition, of all of the surety she had ever had in her life.
Padme's head starts to shake, "I don't believe what I'm hearing. Obi Wan was right, you've changed," the last word comes out strained, almost in a whisper, thinned out past her growing sorrow.
"I don't want to hear anymore about Obi-Wan. The Jedi turned against me. Don't you turn against me." There is a danger to his tone that causes Kylo and Rey to unlock and turn their attention back to the scene.
"I don't know you anymore. Anakin, you're breaking my heart. You're going down a path I can't follow." Tears stream down Padme's face. It is Kylo's turn to replay the throne room, his turn to think about Rey's words there: Don't do this Ben. Please don't go this way.
"Because of Obi-Wan?"
"Because of what you've done! What you plan to do. Stop, stop now, come back. I love you."
Something changes in Anakin's face, and Rey knows that he is no longer Anakin in that very moment. She knows that Anakin is gone now. Vader has taken over, unimpeded by the nightmarish black mask that had come to represent everything within him. Her mind shuffles back to the interrogation room where she had first laid eyes on Kylo, not a creature in a mask, but a man.
"LIAR!" the voice of Vader, deep, terrifying, rings out into the room, reverberating off of everything. He raises his hand up towards Padme, and both Kylo and Reys' faces drop in horror when they realize what he is doing.
"No, no" Padme's hands raise to her throat as the force choke deepens.
Padme's body stretches up into the air, trying desperately to unhook the invisible hands from around her throat. Her eyes are still locked on Vader, welled with tears.
Rey's hand stretches out to Padme, as if to help, as if to stop this, forgetting she is a ghost.
She almost doesn't hear it, in her shock, the sound of Kylo's saber igniting. The heat flashes next to her for a moment, but she can't rip herself from Padme's twitching body, her life slowly draining. She hears the deep roar that escapes Kylo almost as an echo, as if it started somewhere deep in the caves and was only now reaching her.
Next to her, Kylo positions himself between Vader and Padme, his weapon throwing more red shadow on Vader's face. There is no sound in Kylo's head, only a dull ringing, like tinnitus after head trauma. Everything else, his scream, Padme's waning breath, Vader's yell, they're all muffled under the throbbing pitch. Kylo positions his weapon, and slashes his saber wildly through Vader's ghost, trying to stop this memory, trying to rewrite history, but it doesn't stop. The image wavers under the heat of his saber, but doesn't disappear. He bisects and slices Vader, the deep sounds coming from within him all righteous fury. His eyes sting with the rage his impotent strikes can't relay.
Padme sputters from behind him, short, horrible gasps contorting her pregnant body before Vader releases her. Rey starts to run to Padme's body as she crumbles. Rey slides to her knees try to catch Padme before she hits the ground, but before she can reach her, Padme's unmoving image flickers out. Rey is on her knees, hands bent out in front of her, waiting to cradle the matriarch of the Skywalker line, the woman who had died so many years before Rey's own birth, but whose legacy was inextricably intertwined with Rey's own.
Vader is gone too, and all the ambient noise of the room floods back to Kylo. He hears Rey's stuttered breathing behind him. He hears his saber clang to the floor. He falls to his knees, the dull ache of the hard ground resounding up through his knees.
They both take a moment, not believing what they just had witnessed. Not knowing why. They are both on their knees now, backs to each other.
There was no doubt now, why this was the memory that played in the innermost sanctum of Vader's lair. This was the most important one, the one that made him Vader, the one that haunted his soul. It was a scar replaying itself into eternity.
"You didn't know?" Rey sounds faraway, shock still coursing through her, her arms still outstretched for the woman she would never know.
"No. I was only ever told she died in childbirth," Kylo says slowly, still processing.
She turns to him and sees his broad back turned to her. She doesn't know what to do. The weight of his lineage seems to settle on his shoulders. It is something she could never understand, the inherited pain of generations.
As she watches, his body starts to buckle under the weight, jerking down to the ground. His face is in his hands, silencing a scream.
She is to him in an instant, though she can't remember pushing herself up or running to him. All she knows is she is now standing in front of him. She touches the back of his head, lightly, with the full palm of her hand, letting him know she is there through his tightly closed eyes. In an instant, he buries his face into her abdomen, screaming the pain of his ancestors into her stomach. She runs her fingers through his hair and his hands unclench and come up behind her, resting on her lower back. Slowly, his scream turns into deep sobs. Her hands still in his hair and she comes down to kneel with him, both praying at an altar they don't yet understand.
Her face is below his, her torso being so much shorter, but she feels bigger.
He is looking to the ground. Orbs of tears gather in his long eyelashes, but they don't fall. As he breathes in, she hears him whispering, but she can't make out the words. He is repeating something, though, over and over. She leans her forehead against his, extending her body up a little to close the distance between the two, to try to hear him better.
"If you follow your thoughts out to conclusion, it will take us to a place we cannot go."
She breaks from him and takes his face into her hands, "What?"
"I thought, I thought there could be a different way. But now I know there can't be. This is...this is how it ends. This is how it will always end." He isn't talking to her, not really, he is stuck in a loop, talking to himself.
Rey shakes her head slightly between his two eyes, trying to figure out what he means.
"I don't, I don't understand."
He shakes his head free of her hands, not being able to stand her soft touch, "That is who I am. That is what I'll do to you. You have to get away from me. I will destroy you. I will destroy myself. I will destroy everything."
There is a pause between them. Kylo can't look at her.
"You won't," her voice is quiet but so sure.
"How can you say that? I am Vader's one true heir. Everything I've done has to become more like him. The blood that ran through him runs through me."
"You are not Vader."
Her words sting him and he looks up into her eyes, "I built my life around him, to have an ounce of the power he possessed. I've killed. I've killed younglings," the word comes out strained like his grandmother before him, "I've supported the annihilation of an entire star system. How am I different?"
She knew all of this, but to hear him say it, to hear this confession, makes her pause. She looks to him, his eyes pleading with hers, willing her to believe him and leave him.
"You haven't lost him yet," Kylo knows exactly who Rey is talking about when she says him.
"I'm not Ben anymore."
"I know. I know you're not. But he's still a part of you, a part of you that you cannot lose." She gestures to where Vader stood a moment ago, "He lost Anakin. Don't lose Ben."
Kylo shakes his head, "You're the only thing left tying him to me."
"I don't think that's true."
"I don't think you would know. I thought I had killed everyone that linked me to him. I thought they were all gone, but then there was you, in my bedroom, the night after my mother died. You."
He is quiet for a moment as she looks down.
He continues, "I can't stop it now. I've gone too far. I wanted so badly to be him, but now I know what becoming him means and I want to stop it, but I can't. I need you safe, and that will always mean that you need to be as far away from me as you can get. I thought there might be a way, for this, for us, but there isn't."
"Who says?"
He stiffens at the question, catching him off guard, "History. This Galaxy. You, once. What we are, they don't mix. They dance around each other, but never meet. It can't be night and day at the same time."
"Look up, can you tell if it is night or day, Kylo?"
He looks at her, his head tilting slightly, before she speaks again.
"History doesn't get to decide for us. It doesn't have to be like that. There can just be us," the sureness does not leave her voice.
She extends her body up to kiss him, but he turns away.
"Rey, wait, you don't understand what this means, you don't understand what I am. If you did wouldn't be doing this."
Her eyebrows knit together as she speaks, "No. I don't have any illusions, Kylo. I know who you are, I know what you've done. I know there's still good in you, I feel it like a burn when I'm close to you," her hand settles just above his heart, just above the circular scar she gave him days earlier, "But I also know that there's unbelievable darkness there too. Darkness that can't be erased or kissed away. A darkness that's a part of you, always. But it's a part of you, and that's who I want. I am not afraid of you. I trust you. I don't want to run from this anymore.'
"You don't have to do this. You don't have to prove anything with this."
"That's not why I'm doing this. I'm doing this because I want to. I want you, all of you."
His self-control breaks at her words, the words he had so desperately wanted to hear since he came to know her. He grabs her just as he had done days prior when she had first kissed him. His fingers dig too deeply into her skin, wanting to feel through to her bone below, and she gasps at the quickness. His mouth is too quickly on her mouth, then her neck, then her chest. He wants all of her immediately, wants to devour every piece of her, wants to absorb her into himself.
The force around them swells in bliss at this development, this coupling it had worked so hard to make, and it washes them in it. He takes a breath feeling the hum of it traveling between them effortlessly. He takes his hands off of her body and raises them up to her face, grasping her chin softly. Rey bristles at the sudden change, but finds that both speeds excite her endlessly.
He looks deeply into her, staring past her eyes into her being. It is intense, but Rey stares back, tired of looking away from what she wants, tired of denying herself this.
He wants to take her fully and vigorously, but he knows that is not the way he will experience Rey, and he wants to experience her, not his own desire radiating back at him. If this is his one moment, he wants them to be here together.
When he slows, her hands come up beneath his tunic to skim his torso, to trace him, this time. She helps him lift it above his head and his chest is exposed to her once more in this place. Slowly, she runs her hands from scar to scar, reading him like a map. Each battle, each fall, each fragment buried deep inside him, she smooths it out. He closes his eyes and imagines her healing each one, her touch radiating down into him, until she gets to the first one she caused. She redraws it, starting from his chest, all the way up, the deadened scar tissue tender under her touch. He opens his eyes as she gets to his face, watching her as she focuses on her task.
Their eyes meet and a raw pressure settles in both their stomachs. Kylo moves first and undoes the belt that keeps her tunic draped to her. Her shoulders are the first part of her to pop free. As he helps the rest of the tunic to fall, he presses his lips there first. Rey's body stiffens as she feels his lips against her.
His hands find their way to her coiled breast band. He stops and brings his face up to look at her, making sure she is still okay with this. She nods, running her fingers through the hair above his ears as she does. He unwraps her slowly, something rising in him, until her breasts are uncovered, soft and pale, untouched by the Jakku sun. A thin bead of sweat runs down her chest, unencumbered by the material he just removed. The sight of her like this makes his cock twitch.
It takes all the self-control in his body to not palm both of her tits into his hands, to feel her nipples harden in his touch. He wants to take his time with this, to feel all of her. He tries to hide the tremble in his hand by touching her side. He starts at her bare hip, feeling the slight curve of her. He realizes he has never felt anything softer than her skin. He glides his hand up her side, until he hits her ribs, feeling each bone move under his palm. He stops as soon as his hand reaches the soft mound of her breast.
He brings his gaze up from her chest to her, and the way she looks at him, with wonder, anticipation, heat, makes him shake. He leans down, his eyes not leaving hers. Instinctively, she leans back, to allow him room, but he keeps her close with his hand on her lower back. His head angles down to her nipples and she closes her eyes, ready to feel his hot mouth on her. Instead, she feels cold wisp against her skin. Her eyes pop open.
She looks down to see his lips, full, hovering just above her, as he lightly blows on each nipple. His cool breath mingling with the beaded sweat causes her nipples to pebble in this impossibly warm place. As they harden, she leans back, away from him, as if the sensation is too much, but he tightens his hold on the small of her back and keeps her there. An almost pained whimper escapes her and he smiles.
That small moan awakens something in him, playing like an opus. He needs to hear it again and again. The slight tremble in his body is quieted, and something course and natural in him rises. His boldness returns. It is as if a switch was pulled, and he wants to tease her endlessly until her cunt is dripping for him, until he can smell her want. He pulls his head away from her breasts, and comes up a bit to kiss her neck. He hears another sound escape her and he grins this time, his teeth baring themselves against her soft flesh. He decides to work his way down slowly, to taste each bead of sweat on her, until he reaches her apex, wet and ready. But as he continues to kiss her neck, he feels her hand on his thigh.
She is teasing now too.
He stops, his lips pressed against her, as he feels her hand move curiously up his leg. He slides his head down to the crook of her shoulder, and a feeling of trepidation awakens in him. No one had ever touched him there before. No one touched him much at all, ever. To have her here now, touching him in such a way, it almost short-circuits his senses. He steadies his breathing, his head on her shoulder, and tries to clamp down on the anxiety.
Her fingers skitter up, until she feels his outline, impossibly hard against his pants. She stops, knowing from the stories she overheard from drunkard offworlders on Jakku that this is how it worked, but still nervous at the very real indication of his manhood underneath her fingertips. After a moment of listening to his breathing, she moves her hand farther up, tracing the thick outline of him, curving her palm around him through the fabric. She can feel the low throb of his pulse against her skin. She tightens her grip, pressing in to feel him more.
It is too much for Kylo and he grabs her wrists, perhaps too hard, causing her to gasp in surprise. They kneel, a mirror of how they were days ago during his tantrum, her wrists in his hands between them. Her face constricts in confusion, but there is also tenderness, not knowing what she did wrong.
He realizes the effect his instinctual impulse had on her and slowly lifts her wrists up and kisses where he had grabbed, softly, the graze of his lips on her skin reminding her of the night he had traced her. She breathes out, finally, when his eyes meet hers, telling her silently she hadn't done anything wrong.
She feels her pulse everywhere in her body as he looks down at her, her wrist still pressed against his lips. All she can hear is the sound of her own beating heart. His lips come off her wrists and find their way to her lips. He leans his weight into her, pushing her back, leaning her impossibly back to the floor behind them with his hand on her lower back to guide her. Her body contorts, her breasts pushing up into the air, settling so slightly, their movement making Kylo's cock jump. Her abs engage, her calves and feet are still under her, and she feels her muscles stretching under the pressure. He presses her against the floor and he feels her struggle under him to free the lower parts of her legs from underneath her.
When she does, she has no choice but to open her legs on either side of him, allowing his body to press against hers, covering her. She feels the full length of him now against her and his breath hitches in her ear as it makes contact with her, before he settles his mouth on hers once more.
Once she centers herself in her new position under him, her hands immediately find their way to his hair, before running down his back, drawing him in closer. She moves slowly, feeling the way his muscles move under his skin, firm and relentless. Her hand travels down his expansive back, feeling the lines of him, before finding the hemline of his pants. She flattens her palms and slides them between his skin and his pants, tugging them slightly as she does, a message.
He immediately props himself up into a push-up position above her.
"You're sure?" he doesn't believe this is real. Doesn't believe that Rey would ever want to do this with him. Doesn't believe, even now, even after feeling her writhe beneath him, that this could be something she could possibly want.
Her hands come up to find his face, and settle on either side of it. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life."
He moves quickly, until he is standing between her legs and hooks his fingers onto either side of his waistband before dragging them down. She moves to do the same on the floor, but the sight of his cock as it escapes its confinement stops her.
She had caught glimpses of Poe and Finn and the other human men in the Resistance as they hurriedly changed into battle gear together, or washed up after fights, and so she thought she knew. Now, staring at Kylo's engorgement, she realizes she was wrong. He must notice her eyes widen because he smiles, and kneels down to help her out of her own pants.
It is at this point that R2 turns around slowly and decides to go into sleep mode for a while.
As he peels the leggings off her calves, she twists her legs together, hiding the part of her that she has never shown anyone else as she looks at him. She thought she knew everything, from the bits and pieces she overheard in her life, but never knew it could be like this. She props herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him at her feet and bites her lip unconsciously seeing him completely nude.
She doesn't see the huge smile that graces his face as he looks down at her, her eyes settled on other parts of him besides his face.
They are still for a moment, admiring the other, both tinged with disbelief that they would ever see each other like this, before Kylo grabs her knees and pulls them apart, revealing Rey, all of Rey, before him.
He settles between her legs before her sense of embarrassment reaches her mind. He kisses her inner knees, then thighs. Apprehension rises in her as his face gets closer to her, exposed in front of him. Her legs start shaking under his lips and he looks up to her face, noticing her change. He was so close now he could feel her heat, but he didn't want it if she didn't want to give it. He waits for her explicit approval.
She looks down and grabs his head, pulling it up to her face to kiss him, her bashfulness getting the best of her. As he moves his body over her, though, he runs his middle finger through her slit, needing to feel the glistening folds he was so close to tasting. He stills slightly at her clit, causing her to moan into his mouth, before continuing the movement of his hand up.
When his hand reaches their faces, he breaks the kiss and slips his middle finger into his mouth, wanting so badly to taste her, having dreamt about it for so long.
The rawness of it, of seeing him savoring her, causes Rey to snap out of her head. She immediately kisses him, his hand still in his mouth, tasting herself on him. Kylo's eyes widen, before his dick tightens impossibly, harder than it has ever been.
Her hands travel down his torso and find his cock. She runs her flat palm over the untouched skin she finds there before grasping it. This time he doesn't pull away, but the sound that comes out of his throat is one Rey has never heard before. She breaks the kiss and looks down to him in her hand, looks down to see what she is doing to make him react in this way. His face burrows into her shoulder and she can hear his short breaths as she strokes the length of him. She sees clear liquid bead and run down the head of his cock and smiles, thinking back to him tasting her own wetness.
Maybe this is how it works, she thinks. She smiles and pushes his shoulder up slightly. He takes the hint and extends his arms up until he is fully above her in a plank position again. She wiggles her body down, angling slightly to avoid his legs. Kylo looks at her as she slowly moves, unsure of what she is getting at.
Finally, she stops, her head now directly under his cock. He looks down at her, head tilted, confused by the new positioning they've found themselves in. Suddenly, she lifts her head to his cock and tastes what ran out, flicking her tongue across it before covering the tip of him with her mouth.
"Rey," escapes his mouth in a gasp. His whole mind shut down to see her like that, how did she know to do that? His body ran in full chills and he moves quickly backwards, until his face is above hers again.
"Where did you learn that?" it is his turn to search her eyes with his own. It doesn't matter, truly, but if someone had hurt her, someone had forced her...he needed to know.
Her face shakes in surprise, "I didn't...I've never…I just thought...that's how...it works? Was it not good?"
"No, no, it was fucking amazing, I just thought…someone might have..."
She catches his meaning and reaches her hands up to his face, "I've never done this before, Kylo, I don't know what's...what I should do."
He nods, "I'll go slow," his heart picking up at what he expected to be true. But knowing for sure that he would be the first person to have her like this, that excited the part of him that wanted to keep her, the part of him that wanted to be not just the first person, but the only person.
He stretches out over her again, his cock resting against her mound. He peppers her face and neck in small, slow kisses and she smiles. He inches down lower, and kisses her breasts, before taking each one of her pink nipples into his mouth and sucking. As he does, she arches her back, slightly, moaning, which slides his dick down into her entrance, pressed flush against her clit. Everything in him wants to push further down into her, but he wants to feel her damp cunt to coat his cock in her juices, so he rolls his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against her clit.
Her small moans become louder as she feels him, not understanding how that part of him could be so hard. He slides down a centimeter and she freezes.
A small, "Wait," comes from Rey and everything in him stills. He thinks she's changed her mind, knows she has. He retreats by an inch, but she grabs his ribs, keeping him above her.
"Will you kiss me? When...when it happens, will you kiss me?" she brushes his hair out of his eyes as she says it, her eyes meeting his and searching.
He smiles and runs both his arms behind her back, pulling her in closer to him. He wants her so incredibly close, naked beneath him.
Their lips touch as he slides inside of her. The force that had been so stilled starts to run through them, and they both breath in sharply at its sudden return, though neither of them reach for it. All Kylo can think of is how warm she is. How warm and tight and right. He moves farther into her.
Rey breaks the kiss as she draws in a quick breath, her vocal box betraying her with a pained moan. His lips run across her extended neck and down to her breasts before he dares thrust deeper. His body is arched over hers as he takes her nipple into her mouth. He waits for her moans to turn to pleasure before moving again.
When he does, he is back to her face, kissing her all over as he moves deeper and deeper inside her. Her breath hitches with his every movement and she catches his eyes. They stare deeply at each other, as he moves inside her, tightening around him. His brain is flooded as his pelvis touches her, every inch of him now buried deep inside her perfect being. She takes all of him, her nose crinkling, her teeth baring. It reminds him a bit of how she looks in battle. He kisses her, but neither of them close their eyes, locked in with each other. He bites her lip before leaning his forehead against hers.
Something animalistic and instinctual overtakes her as his eyes bore into hers. She wraps her legs around his back and pulls him in even deeper, until she is painfully full of him, causing him to have to adjust his hold from being on her, to bracing the ground below her, to avoid laying his whole weight on top of her small body. She starts to move her hips against him in circles.
His breath in her ear makes her even more wet, the tiny intakes of air, the moans he is trying to keep hidden. The way she moves against him, grinding into him, shuts his brain down. She grabs his neck and pulls herself up to his ear, running her tongue over the outside of his lobe. She had always wanted to do that.
He breaks, and starts thrusting into her, hearing the air escape her with each movement deeper inside. Watching her writhe beneath him, feeling all of her, it is too much for him. The pressure builds low in his stomach and tightens, ready to release. He doesn't want this to end, but knows he won't last much longer with her legs around him like this.
He shifts, trying to prolong this, but she tightens her thighs around him keeping him inside of her.
Her mouth comes up to his ear, her whisper coming out like an invocation, "I want to feel it inside of me."
"Fuck Rey," all his fantasies break. This was infinitely better than anything he had ever dreamt up touching himself in the dark of his quarters for these last years.
Her walls tighten against him, he looks back at her eyes, wide open now, when he feels it. She had never felt it like this before, it was always quick and over in a second when she stroked herself to sleep on Jakku. This seems to last forever, she can't stop her muscles from seizing around him. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
Her legs loosen around him and he takes the opportunity to thrust, deep and hard into her. Her head snaps back and a scream escapes her.
He feels her nails dig into his shoulders as her back arches up towards him.
And then, it's too much for him, her cunt wrapped so tightly around him, drawing him closer to her. He seizes and his body shakes as he empties inside of her, his cock jerking with each surge.
They both calm, but he stays inside her, kissing her forehead, then her cheeks, then her lips. Moving down the her neck, before taking each nipple into his mouth once more before moving his hips off hers.
Between her legs, his cum mingles with a scant amount of blood. His face falls knowing he may have hurt her.
"Are you okay?" his concern floats as he lays down next to her still body. He takes her in his arms, pulling her bare back to his bare chest, "Are you in pain?"
Rey feels as if she is in a dream. Everything around her is fuzzy and soft. His warmth feels so good, even if the room around them is still so hot. She melts into him. She only woken up an hour or so ago, but she was so tired again, the sum of the last few days weighing on her. For the first time in the caves, she felt safe, and the exhaustion she had been staving off washed over her.
"Hm?" her voice is already edging on sleep.
"You're bleeding, just a bit."
"It's okay. I'm good. I'm so good," she says in a trance.
"Yes, you are."
He kisses the back of her head, his face buried into her hair as she falls asleep in his arms for the first time.