Chapter 1: Blankets and Snow
Rey slowly crept into the white-washed and sterilized room aboard Kylo Ren's Star Destroyer. The Force had led her here because the Sith Dagger was somewhere in this room, along with Chewie's confiscated weaponry.
Scanning the room and its assortment of various personal items, her eyes were drawn to the strange altar of sorts in one corner, on which was mounted... the charred helmet of Darth Vader.
Oh, Force. She was in Kylo Ren's personal chambers.
She registered the sensation of the Bond opening too late.
"You're an easy woman to find."
Rey spun around to him with a snap, glowering. "You're hard to get rid of."
Kylo drifted closer, and Rey cursed her body for shivering in traitorous delight when he murmured, in a voice so tender even underneath the mask that she knew who was really speaking, "Rey... I don't want to fight you."
Her glare eased, just a bit so as to be almost infinitesimal. "Then prove it. Take the mask off."
She was shocked at how quickly he complied.
It was a mistake, a horrible mistake, to ask that of him, for as soon as his true, handsome face appeared, her expression faltered, softened. Rey was positively shaken by him, just as she had been back on Starkiller oh so long ago. She would never forget when she first laid eyes on him - those deep, dark, entrancing pools that were now much too close... Her cunt clenched, the blood there burning. Her knickers suddenly felt soaked through.
It was like a Pavlovian response. Her lips slightly parted, she breathed out the most beautiful word she knew, had ever heard. "Ben..."
It took her a parsec to realize that his full and pouty lips were suddenly crushing hers, in a kiss so wild, she promptly lost her breath, gladly letting him steal it from her lungs. Ben's one hand was cradling her cheek, his fingers having curled around the soft curve of her neck to yank her close. The other calloused and strong palm was resting firmly on her ass, clutching the curved and accentuated flesh as he gave it a squeeze. If it had been anyone else, Rey would have slapped him for taking such liberties, but since it was he who was touching her like this...
Rey gasped sharply against Ben's insistent lips and his tongue licked and lapped its way into her mouth. With that, she gave in. Her knees buckled as her wide eyes drifted shut, swooning in his embrace. His palm did not leave where it was caressing, feeling up her ass, propping her upright.
Growling in jubilation, Ben thrust his knee between Rey's trembling legs and jerked his pelvis against her center. She surprised even herself when she seized his own shapely buttocks in greedy fingers, digging in with her nails, and furiously rocked back. She was somehow fluent in a language that she had never before spoken, and that only she and Ben understood.
Backing her up swiftly, Ben dipped Rey over the soft sheets of his cot, clambering on top of her as she eagerly spread her legs for him. His face was in her neck, Rey's irises rolling with every peppering of his lips on her skin, now aflame. When he was merciful and supped from her lips, plaintive moans were torn from her.
"Mmm... Hmmmm... Ben..."
The scene shifted. Quite suddenly, Rey felt snowflakes falling on her fluttering lashes, as she lay spread-eagled underneath Ben in a deserted Kijimi market, her splayed body making a poor attempt at a snow angel. Kissing Ben frantically, she hardly registered lifting her hips to help him slip her trousers and panties down past her thighs. Her own fingers worked blindly, but deftly and nimbly as she moved to return the favor.
There was a sharp pinch... and then his tongue was back in her mouth and what made him a man was buried to the hilt inside of her wetness. Twins groan joined together as Rey began to furiously buck her hips, matching his untamed thrusts.
Her legs quaked, scrabbling for purchase along the soft powder. Her knuckles flexed as they clenched and unclenched alternately between wet snow and soft sheets and back again - clenched so tightly, her knuckles turned as white as everything around them. Ben sent a love bite into her shoulder, and Rey swallowed a shout, turning it into a loud groan. Ben's hot lips quickly found hers again, and when she continued to moan piteously into them, he kissed her harder. Determined to keep her quiet - surely someone in the deserted market or vast Star Destroyer would hear. Rey still managed to make pleased noises around him, undeterred.
"Hmmm... Mmmm... Huhhhh... Uhhhh..."
The bed creaked, the snow crunched under their undulating bodies, their pelvises wetly slapping together, slick with sweat. Heat pooled in Rey's belly, coiling down, down, as an internal wave began to crest.
Her toes curled, trapping powdery flakes of snow under her feet. Her back arched off the mattress, so that she invitingly pushed the pebbling nipples of her boobs into Ben's rippling chest.
"BEMMHMM!" Rey squealed his name as her walls clenched around his cock, her orgasm exploding around him and milking him so that, with a grunt, he came hard and fast and deep inside of her.
At long last, they broke the kiss, and after a moment of just holding each other, Ben pulled out of Rey like a gentleman.
Then quite suddenly, his form disappeared, leaving Rey alone and back in his room, sprawled on the soiled and stained sheets of his cot. Scrambling up, cleansing and redressing herself, Rey grabbed the Sith dagger and Chewie's things. Wincing at the sharp ache between her sore legs, she ran for the hangar bay...