This started off as a booty call, then Ben had other ideas... i hope you like it! As always thank you Sohypothetically and cole. I'm a hot mess without you!

One AM

Her thumb hovers over the send button. She really shouldn't text, they agreed to disagree many moons ago.

But she misses him, so.

She knew that he would leave her broken-hearted. But she still couldn't tell him no.

He would always laugh and say that he couldn't tell her no, but now since he's been gone…

The chirp of a sent text interrupts her pity party. He probably won't even answer, after all it's a quarter after one a.m.… she throws the phone to the other end of the couch and picks up the rest of her Jack and coke. Her eyes drift shut as she drinks the last of her drink.

Just go pass out. He doesn't want to hear from you.

The high pitched bells that tell her she has a text sound through her empty house and she almost drops her glass. "Now I have to get up," she mutters even as her heart speeds up. She palms her phone and her heart flips when she sees that he did respond. It's amazing how one word can turn her world upside down.

-Now?

-Please?

-I'm on the way.

She puts the phone down and looks down at herself. She was out earlier, joining their mutual friends who invited her over for dinner. She wasn't going to go, but they promised her that he wouldn't be anywhere around.

And she'll never tell how much it hurt to see that he kept another promise.

She made excuses and didn't linger knowing that an evening trying to forget with her old friend Jack Daniels would be better than trying to pretend that even after all this time she was ok.

Because she's not.

There's a soft knock at her kitchen door. She gets to her feet and slowly goes to answer.

The door swings open and there he is. Still tall, dark and handsome, he doesn't say anything. Instead that one brow that he knows drives her crazy arches under the waves that sweep across his forehead.

Why even after all this time, he still has better hair than she does?

His mouth opens and starts to say something. Instead of letting him spoil the moment with words, she grabs him by his shirt and pulls him across the threshold to her.

Her lips land on his, and she could swear that it feels like coming home.

His arms wrap around her as he steps into her kitchen. He slams the door shut with his foot and sets her down on the island in the middle of her kitchen.

She pulls away long enough to jerk his coat off and to pull his t-shirt over his head. That's when she notices that he looks like he just woke up. A wave of guilt washes over her. "W-W-W—" he hushes her with a kiss.

His fingers fumble with the buttons on the blouse she wore to dinner. She breaks the kiss to pull the garment over her head.

His grin is everything in that moment.

She cups his cheek, and he turns to kiss her palm.

Why did I have to ruin us?

His tenderness makes her tears gather again, just when she thought she was all cried out. Something flashes in his eyes and he starts to shake his head. Not willing to lose this moment, she reaches behind her and releases the clasp on her bra.

His forehead comes to rest against hers, and his breath sounds shaky as he runs the backs of his fingers on the sides of her breasts. She wraps her arms around his neck and he tucks his face into the side of her neck.

Normally, she's really ticklish, but it's such a relief to be in his arms again, she wills herself not to giggle right now. He pulls away from her, and gently pushes her back. The boxers she threw on when she got home are gone like he willed them to disappear.

He bends but she stops him with a touch and a grin. She slides off the island and a look of disappointment flashes across his face… until she drops to her knees.

She remembers what he likes and has begged for in the past, so she grabs the back of his legs, and rubs her breasts over his jeans that are still buttoned on his hips. She can hear him almost like he whispers in her head. Her hazel eyes meet his but before she can do what she wants to do, he picks her up. Turning on his heel, he makes it all the way to her bedroom.

He goes to put her on the bed, but she shakes her head. Instead, he lets her slide down him. She goes back to where she was in the kitchen, on her knees. He starts to undo his button, but she slaps his hands away. She does it instead, and inches his pants down.

Commando. He was asleep. I'd better make this worth the trip then.

She sees the head of his dick first, and presses a kiss to just the tip. When she hears his moan, she meets his eyes. She sucks the head in her mouth before she continues sliding his jeans down. The more she exposes, the more she sucks, all the while her eyes never leave his.

In the dim light of the bedroom, she can't see the expression in his eyes. That's probably a good thing, because she can feel more tears in hers. They start to fall when he runs his fingers through her hair.

Just like he used to—

She swallows his length, when he uses her hair to urge her forward. She hums and he moans. When he picks up speed, she stops him with a touch on his hip. He pulls out and lifts her to him. His lips land on hers, and he lowers her to the bed.

He's at her entrance and she's so ready for him, he slides home. He breaks the kiss but only so they can catch their breath. She closes her eyes when he moves.

"Open your eyes, I need to see you," he mutters.

The first words he's said to her in weeks, months even, go straight to her heart. She drags them open, even though it hurts her heart more than she could imagine. She knows her tears are wetting the pillow under her head.

He stills. "Are you—"

"Keep going, please," she murmurs. "I've missed you, so—" He doesn't listen to her. Instead, he kisses her wet cheeks, and it's not until he pulls away that she sees his eyes are wet too. He sits back on his heels.

"Are you crying?"

"No, but we do need to talk."

"Ben—"

"Why did you text me?"

"I wanted to see you?"

"Is this just a booty call?" He almost growls.

"I'm not moving."

"You're not?" She can hear the disbelief in his voice.

"I did go to Capital City. But it was awful. You weren't there—" her voice breaks but she knows she needs to continue or lose him forever. "So, I told them that I didn't want the job. I've been here—"

"Why didn't Poe tell me that you were back?"

"Probably because I told him not to." His face falls, and her heart breaks for hurting him. "It's not like that at all. I made them promise not to tell me if you were seeing someone. I guess they thought you didn't want to hear about me either?"

"They should have—"

"Why? Do you want me back?"

"Why do you doubt how much I love you?" He almost shouts. "Rey, you just don't know what you do to me. When I'm with you, all I want to do is touch you and love you. When you're gone, you're all I think about." He unfolds his long legs, and gets off the bed.

"Are you leaving?" she cries.

He picks up his pants and digs in the pocket. He palms something then looks back at her. "To quote our favorite Bard, I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say I love you." Their eyes meet, and her heart flips.

It's been too long since she's heard him say those words.

"My future is with you, and while I could stand here," he looks down at himself, smirks, and says, "Naked as the day I was born, and say everything that I could to convince you to marry me." She jumps up on her knees, so she can look into his eyes. "I'm just going to say it, I love you Rey. I'm miserable without you. Marry me, please?"

She launches herself at him and somehow, his tall six-foot-something frame catches her. kissing everywhere she can reach, he says, "Is that yes?"

"Yes!" she squeals. He sets her back on her feet and opens his hand. He offers her a gold ring with two stones on it, one yellow and one blue. "Is that your grandmother's ring?" He nods, and slips it on her finger. She grabs him in a hug again. "Yes, I love you, Ben Solo."

"I love you, Rey Niima." His lips land on hers and he mutters against her lips, "Now, where were we?" before they fall together onto the bed.