It is always like this for Rey. No matter where she is or what she is doing, Ben Solo is always running across her mind. Except, he does not refer to himself as this name. He prefers Kylo Ren. Rey tries countless times to remind herself that she had given him the chance to turn back to the light, to be with her. But each time he fails to see that all she wants is him. It's what makes all of this more frustrating for Rey. She keeps thinking she should have just marched over to that stubborn man, grabbed him, then kissed him right there in Snoke's throne room. Or better yet, she always thinks she should have kissed him during their elevator ride or when they touched hands back on Ahch-To. All those opportunities…wasted, Rey thinks to herself as she lays in bed. It is still night, even though it feels to Rey as if the morning should have already come. Rey sighs in frustration and throws her arms up in the air.
"Why can't I get you out of my head?" she speaks aloud in an exasperated tone to no one, for she is alone in her room. Rey secretly hopes he will somehow hear her through their strange connection. She shakes her hand and throws down her arms, one landing right on top of her lower body. It pulses in response and Rey has to hide a sudden moan. The girl blushes despite being by herself. She risks a small pat atop the same location and feels another pulse. A tingle rushes through her body as Rey slowly rubs her palm across the sensitive spot. Wanting to feel more, she slides her hand underneath the blankets, gasping slightly at the slight brush of her hand against her breasts. Her hand glides underneath the folds of her pants, her body trembling slightly with knowing what is to come. The gentle fingers brush ever so softly against her vaginal opening, a low moan slipping off her tongue as she feels how wet she is. She rubs her palm back and forth slowly over her pulsing mound, her body writhing against the motion.
Rey can't help but let her mind wander to him as she teases herself with her talented hand. She pictures him in full: his height that engulfs her own, the broad shoulders, wide torso marked up with scars, shaggy hair with a surprising amount of body to it. Her hand rubs a bit faster as the picture of Ben becomes more clear in her mind, her thumb circling her throbbing clit. Rey starts to see more of the details she holds closest to her about Ben: his piercing yet gentle eyes, plush, soft lips, large hands…
Moans begin tumbling out of her mouth as Rey imagines him kissing her, wondering how he would be. Would he be gentle and kind, taking his time? Or would he take what he wants and devour her instantly? Thoughts of what could be speed Rey on, her hand not enough while only on her back. She quickly flips over onto her stomach and rubs herself faster on her hand. The girl is so very close.
"Ben…" Rey whimpers softly as her time comes to a close. She gasps and pants softly, resting her head against her pillow as she tries to slow her heart rate down. After several moments of letting the waves of arousal wash over her, she lifts herself off the bed and walks over to the refresher to wash her hands. As she walks back to her bed and settles under the blankets, hopeful for sleep this time around, Rey feels a familiar pull she hasn't felt since Crait…
"Yes, Rey?" a deep voice asks gently. The hairs on Rey's neck stand on end. He's here, she thinks anxiously to herself.
