I felt I had to make up for the lack of Ben in the previous chapters so here we are. These two together make my heart so happy, hope you enjoy lovelies. xo
The moon was high by the time Rey managed to find herself back at the boarding ramp of the Millennium Falcon. Chewie was outside, a fire lit and some form of beast roasting over its open flames. He growled and yipped at Rey a few times as she passed, allowing her hand to slide across the hulking wookiee's shoulder, "Thanks Chewie, I'll come get some in a bit?" Chewie chuffed and warbled in response, nodding his head back towards the Falcon as Rey cast her eyes towards the ramp, "Would you?" she asked hopefully. "For both of us?" Chewbacca nodded and chuffed again only to be rewarded with Rey's body colliding against his back. She wound her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against the side of his face.
"You're the best," she chimed as she released her furry friend and headed inside the Falcon. While she wanted her first stop to be the cargo hold Ben was now calling his temporary home, she hurried first to the refresher. Since they were earth bound for the moment the Falcon's water supply had been replenished and Rey was able to take her first warm water shower in weeks. While sonic showers got the job done and left one feeling disturbingly clean, Rey found herself absolutely obsessed with a shower of warm water.
The water felt simply fantastic as it dripped down over her flesh in delicate rivets. Her hair hung at her back long and filthy, unbound from the signature loops. As she lathered her chestnut tresses with the thick bubbling soap she let herself go against the sensation of it. For just a moment she could feel Ben's fingers instead of her own, pressing firmly against her scalp as they drug themselves in lazy circles.
The smell of trillium soap surrounded her as she lathered it through her hair, eyes closed and focused purely on the sensation of it. It felt glorious, the warmth and the scent, the way her aching body lit up beneath the hot water. The deep moist heat penetrating into her muscles and joints soothing their nagging ache. It made her feel almost dazed, lulled into a sense of euphoric elation as her body responded to the cascade of water. It was perfect, almost too perfect. As she rinsed her hair, turning her body so that her back was against the shower she scrubbed her hands over her face, wiping the water away.
Opening her eyes she was met suddenly with the image of a man. He was tall, dark and fully clothed, his chest a mere inches away from her face in the small confines of the shower. Eyes wide, realization dawning on her, Rey looked up to find Ben standing over her looking very, very confused. His dark brows knit together as he looked down at her, mouth wide as if ready to say to something but his words appeared lost. "Uhhh…" he drawled
Rey however simply panicked. Her hands moved everywhere, one leg drawn up in a pathetic attempt to maintain modestly. She squirmed and groaned before deciding on simply turning around so that her back was to Ben, catching a full mouth of shower water in the process. "What are you doing?!" She cried, her new position affording Ben a lovely view of her backside. She could feel her cheeks heat as his admiration rippled along the force.
Quickly Ben found the decency to cover his eyes, his large hand and their close proximity effectively blocking him from seeing much more then the top of her head. As the water beat down on them he found himself slowly becoming more and more saturated, his chest and thighs growing damper by the minute. "I felt a pull… then I was here." he stammered on his words a little, "I didn't know I swear."
Adjusting her stance beneath the shower head, Ray looked over her shoulder. She laughed almost pathetically as she offered him a sort of half grin half pout. "I was washing my hair…" she wasn't sure why she needed to explain that to him but he smiled as she did.
"My mother use to love the smell of that soap," he offered softly, slowly lowering his hand from his field of vision. The steam wafted around them, the heat from the shower reddening Rey's flesh softly. She was torn between pushing him out and making a run for it herself but both actions would require her to moved and at that moment she found herself paralyzed by the depth of his stare. It wasn't a lecherous look but one of innocent appraisal. His eyes, schooled in neutrality scanned the top of her head, "You still have… may I?"
Unsure of what exactly to do in this situation Rey nodded shyly, turning her back to him, her arms bent at the elbows and held against her chest. He made quick work of it, fingers combing gently through her hair, the action causing her to crane her neck into the sensation. Broad fingertips massaged at her scalp working the soap in calming and gentle circles. His large hands seemed to cup the back of her head, palms working with fingertips. It felt deliciously extravagant to have someone else do the work for her. Slowly her shoulders began to relax, dropping the weight of her worry. With gentle combing fingers he drug his digits through water logged locks before bending forward and placing a kiss to her bare shoulder. His lips lingered a moment, his nose ticking the shell of her ear before he whispered against her flesh, "See you soon," and he was gone.
Rey's knees buckled, she had to hold herself against the wall, her forehead pressed into the warm tile. It took her longer then she wanted to admit before she was ready to extricate herself form the warmth and safety of her shower sanctuary. Eventually the cool air met her flesh and she was grounded once more. Searching her bunk for some spare clothes she pulled on a pair of plain grey pants, cropped half way down her calf and a dark tunic with short capped sleeves. The garment was thigh length and split at the side with leather draw strings stitching it together. As the warmth from the shower lingered meeting the cool air aboard the Falcon she shivered. Pulling a cowl out from within a chest at the foot of one of the beds she wrapped the garment around herself before setting to the task of finding Ben something to wear. She was pretty sure he would still be wet and the cargo hold was likely a lot more chilly then the sleeping quarters.
As Rey gathered herself, combing her fingers through her hair a few times she glanced in the mirror quickly and smiled. Still wet her hair smelt faintly of trillium. Reaching for a spray bottle on the nightstand she gave a hesitant spritz. The smell of vanbar berries and something earthy hit the air pleasantly. A few more quick spritzes had Rey quickly stepping through allowing the scent to settle against her skin. There was nothing wrong with smelling nice for the man who had just seem you mostly naked.
With Ben's clothes in hand, his chocolate treat tucked into the shirt, Rey set off down the hallway to Ben's cargo hold home. It seemed Chewie had arrived before her, the wookiee setting out a platter of roasted meats and an assortment of native fruits and cheeses. He glanced at Rey, hair still wet, clothing folded against her chest and then to Ben who's dark clothing was quite obviously damp. A moment passed where no one said anything. What was there to say?
Ben couldn't have gotten out of his makeshift cell, made it down to the refresher and stepped into the shower fully clothed. Could he?
Chewbacca's brow furrowed, his bright eyes keenly trained on Ben as he sniffed the air. and the growled lightly. Rey was prepared for questions and an awkward exchange but Chewie simply stood up and placed a large hand on her shoulder. She offered him a kind smile in way of thanks and muttered, "Don't ask," as Chewie shook his head and walked away waving a hand over his shoulder. Before he was gone however the wookiee turned in the doorway and warbled loud and clear. Rey's smile grew as Ben looked astonished watching after Chewie as he made his exit.
"Well then…" Rey let out a breath and settled down on the floor across from the electro fencing. She could see Ben was indeed in need of new clothing, the ends of his hair were sticking to the side of his face, his shirt sleeves practically saturated. "I brought you a treat," she offered kindly, avoiding his eye a moment as she came to terms with their new found level of intimacy. Innocent as it may have been.
Ben grinned roguishly, "I thought I already got it,"
Rey's eyes went wide as she took a sharp inhalation through her nose and worried at her lower lip. She wanted to slap at him playfully but their position on alternative sides of the fencing made such a feat difficult. Instead she would have to settled for an admonishing, "You watch yourself Ben Solo,"
That damned Solo smile was eating away at her though, his mouth quirked and drawn in the most delectable ways. His lips were full and utterly kissable, hell they were demanding of it and here she was stuck on the other side of this damnable fencing. Without thought Rey scooched forward. She was sitting cross legged, her knees just a breath away from getting zapped. She didn't know the codes the way Chewie did but this was worth a shot. Raising her hand up to hover over the flickering blue she brought it close enough that the vibration of the electro energy bounced beneath her palms. She reached out through the force allowing her energy to buffet against the fencing like a raging orback needing to be tamed. Arcs of energy leapt off the vibrating blue fence work as she held her hand steady. The energy hummed and pulsed beneath her hand as she focused and found the space between the fluctuations. Weaving her own force energy through the barrier, the arcs lessened and the once crackling fencing now hummed in a low purr.
Tentatively Rey bridged the breath of a gap between her hand and the pulsating blue, Ben ready to protest watched carefully as nothing happened. There was no zap, no crackle, no fluctuation of energy. The fencing stood neutralized, effective in holding its captor in place but muted to a state of safety. Ben watched, raising his own hand to press against hers through the electro barrier. Much larger, his fingers over shadowed hers, the wall of blue muting the force that rippled between them. "I don't know how I'm suppose to get it to you…" She said absently. Closing her eyes Rey pushed further, reaching out for him, the sensation of his force energy licking gently against hers. The touch was feather light, a gentle distant caress like trying to feel through layers of blankets. Frustrated Rey let out an sigh of exasperation, accidentally releasing a wave of unbridled force with it.
Ben drew his hand away as if suddenly shocked by the sensation. "Do that again," he said quickly, his hand placed back over her own.
Nodding, Rey focused herself, feeling as the energy from the force wove through the barrier between them again. She gathered her energy and with low exhalation she pushed against the wall of rippling blue fencing feeling as Ben did the same on the other side.
There was an electronic hiss and the blue light flickered, the haze of the fencing weakening and Rey found her hand met with the warm embrace of another. Eyes open now she looked up at Ben sitting in a mirrored position of her own. Their fingers slid against one another before becoming locked in folded embrace. Ben smiled, it was broad and beautiful as he marvelled at the way her hand felt pressed palm to palm against his own. Rey could feel his joy through the force as she gave his hand a small squeeze.
"Hello…" he said, his voice a little lower, more feral in nature. As they touched, their force energies melding Rey marvelled as the world around them sat stock still. Nothing vibrated or shook. She looked between their joined hands and his face with a wondrous grin of her own.
"Hello," she responded softly, bringing her other hand up as he did the same. Their fingers touched softly, sliding against one another until their palms met and fingers joined. Between them the force raged and wavered, sliding gently against one another before finding the space where they fit together. Their energies joined much like their hands, interwoven and shifting like the ebb and flow of a steady tide. It wound around them in harmonious synchronicity. A glorious explosion of blues and whites erupting from the ether in a rain of hazy sparks, like muted force lightening.
Their breathing fell in even breaths matching the rise and fall of one another's chests. Warmth and light radiated from all around them to settle into a lovely low hum and at the very centre, the core of their interaction, innocent as it may have been was balance.
"A dyad," Rey muttered softly, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed fondly at Ben.
"Balance," he responded in tone, before suddenly tugging on their conjoined hands toppling backwards so that Rey's lithe form landed securely onto his own. He smiled at her as he let her fingers go, large warm palms pressing against the delicate flesh of her cheeks as she hovered over him awkwardly. Her hair, loose and damp tumbled over her shoulders falling in a shower around their faces as Ben grinned like a loth-cat that got the cream and pressed his lips firmly to hers. His body was warm but still damp, the wetness seeping into her pleasantly dry clothing. As her hands found purchase against the floor of the Falcon she found herself torn between wanting to sink into the sensation of him and bolt away. His force forsaken hands and the delicious way his fingers massaged gently just behind her ears, as he cupped her face. Star's end she could lose herself in his kiss, soft full lips begging permission to deepen their embrace, towing a line she hadn't realized had been drawn.
He groaned beneath her as their lips shifted and he gained better access, pushing softly up against her. Gods he tasted like smoke and heat and delicious spiced wine. The pull of the force around him sang loudly, a brilliant call of windswept desire. When she finally gained the courage to pull back, separating their bodies in a slow and agonizing movement it took her a moment to gather herself. Ben looked positively radiant, laying on his back propped up lazily by his elbows. She wanted to hit him, she wanted to kiss him again.
The sudden loss of his body heat caused her to groan with the realization that her cowl was now quite damp. Ben's clothing covered in their own patchy wet spots, the sleeves still quite saturated from his escapades washing her hair. "You're wet," Rey said breathlessly.
Ben smirked looking far younger then his true age told, "Why yes I am," he practically purred, "Someone saw fit to tug me into the shower not long ago," his teasing tone earned him a gaping glare from Rey as she stammered to find the words to respond. He was laughing heartily when Rey flung a change of clothes at him knocking him square in the face. With exaggerated grace he fall back against the floor and continued to chuckle.
"You," she cried playfully, "Are a pervert."
Sitting upright Ben cocked a brow in her direction, a challenging sort of glance. Rey had to hide her smirk as she played the card of affronted offence. It felt good to banter so light heartedly. She found herself thinking back to Poe and the way he spoke to the twi'lek girl At-Shae. The easy way in which they carried on their flirtatious conversation in open view for all to see. There was a simplicity to the interaction, no worries of war or where the next attack might come from. They didn't have to worry about being hunted or chased across the galaxy.
With a heavy heart she realized that was in part because the one being doing the hunting and the terrorizing was sitting in front of her, a prisoner of the resistance. A prisoner who turned himself in, she needed to remind herself. A prisoner who for nearly his entire life had lived with a vail of darkness shrouding his mind. The seed of which happened to be planted by the patriarch of her very own family. The force vibrated around them as Rey tumbled down a hole of convoluted what if's and maybe's. The comfortable air of their interaction now gone, replaced by a heavy realization that no matter how much she may have wanted to be 'just a girl' who fell for 'just a boy' it would never be the case for her and Ben.
Weren't such concepts overrated anyway?
Cautiously, feeling the change in the force around them, Ben sat up and watched Rey through curiously quieted eyes. He could feel her thoughts. Like a star craft light speed skipping they jumped and altered course dangerously. Her eyes dimmed and far away as they raced over a course of what their lives could be like, or maybe would be like. "It's never going to be easy for us… Is it?" peering up at him from beneath heavy dark lashes she sought the answers within his stare. Searching his fine features, the slope of his brow, the depth of his eyes, the sharp angle of his face.
"Does it need to be?" he countered, the jovial grin washed away beneath the serious set of her shoulders. He had offered her his hand once as Kylo Ren and she had turned him down. He realized now that his darkness would only have tried to suffocate the bright glimmer of light that shone from deep within her. She could never have been happy living beneath the shroud of the darkside. Not even her need for answers or revenge could taint that beautiful light that he so desperately coveted. For him, it was the simplest complication he would ever know. The darkness would always be there, tempered and restrained, cast into shadows by the light which both she and his mother had helped him regain. They could figure out everything else as they went so long as their light remained pure and true. There were a lot of things he had to live with and some heavy truths which would never go away but he knew his path now. Truer then any other.
Rey thought a moment, "I suppose not…" she answered cautiously. Ben was watching her with eyes lit with a purposeful intent. He was calm yet resolute in his position on things. She could feel it through the force, his emotions and over whelming need an unbreakable wall of resolve. The feel of it made her tremble, "Only the Sith work in absolutes," she found herself saying, words from someone else lips but Ben seemed to gather their meaning.
"Maybe so, a need for understanding is always necessary but there are some absolutes I will hold against my soul until my last waking breath." Ben's words were sure and strong as he rocked forward onto his knees before her, "I will never allow myself to go back to that place again. I will accept the darkness as a part of my soul but I will die before I succumb to it's vapid nature."
"Balance," Rey whispered.
Ben nodded in kind, "Balance," he repeated, his fingertips drawn across her cheek softly, "It may not be an easy path but together maybe," he edged hopefully, "It won't be as hard."
With a sweet smile Rey nodded, "Together," she offered.
She felt as Ben's heart lit up, his mounting fears washed away by renewed hope and intense desire to wrap himself around her. Rey blushed at the realization, feeling his bucking desire press wildly against his restraint. He had never wanted to assume what path they were to walk next but she could feel his hope that they would be on it together. "We do all things, from this point on." she assured him.
"Together." He nodded. And then suddenly, he was gone, on his feet and pacing a few feet away. Rey watched, still and cautious as Ben picked up the stray garments off the floor examining them closely.
"I hope they fit," she offered sheepishly. He was a large man, larger then most she knew and so clothing of that size she knew would be hard to come by on short notice.
Ben smirked as he held up the trousers. The waist would be close enough but the length was a a bit of a gambit. "Better then being damp and cold," he toned as deft fingers began prying at the buttons on his pants. He was toeing off his boots before Rey realized what was happening and before she had the thought process to respond Ben was standing before her in his under shorts and damp sweater. He was by no means modest she realized, her eyes raking slowly over the fine definition of his well sculpted legs.
Without realizing it she was staring at him and if she read the fluctuation in the force accurately, he was enjoying it. Instead of pulling on the pants, Ben grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Shaking his hair out as it fell from the garment which he then tossed to Rey with a flirtatious grin. Laughing softly to himself as he rubbed his palms together. "Who's the pervert now," he called lightly, throwing a knowing grin in her general direction as he stood just a moment. Long lean legs, pale trim waist that wasn't narrow like some of the men she'd known but broad, flat and muscular. Accented with the faintest smattering of dark hair that disappeared beneath his under shorts. The rest of his chest was oddly hairless, not in a strange way but in a way that made her want to run her fingers over the smooth plain of muscles exploring each divot and curve. As he chuckled softly, she watched the muscles of his abdomen contract in a way that accented their definition deliciously. His arms she decided were just as glorious, thick with lean muscle. Everything about him was just a little larger then life, toned and well worked over years of strenuous lightsaber training and battle.
"Shut up," she pouted teasingly, turning her head away so that she might catch just a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye, "Put your clothes on and be nice," she teased hastily as Ben set to pulling on the tan trousers. They seemed to be a pair of old Jedi training pants, meant to be worn loose on the leg but decidedly a little more fitted on Ben's over sized form. He cast Rey a bemused grin as he moved to pick up the shirt she had brought for him.
As he carelessly pulled at the thick fabric, another piece of Jedi clothing Rey noted. The small package she had tucked away within fell unceremoniously to the floor. Ben looked quickly as the little brown package landed at his feet, stooping low to pick it up. The shirt temporarily forgotten he turned the object over in his hands, eyeing it suspiciously.
Rey laughed as she rocked back to sit on her backside, "That's your treat!" she cried gleefully, watching as Ben took a quick sniff.
"Is that…?" he asked, his smile like that of a child.
Making a face that said Rey really didn't know what treasure she truly offered she shrugged, "Something called Chocolate?" shaking her head she looked to him to gauge his reaction, "At-Shae said it was hard to come by, it's suppose to be a real treat."
Without hesitation Ben quickly unwrapped the item from its paper confines. It wasn't large, a few bars that looked brown and hard but the look on Ben's face told Rey this was something rare. "You were given this?" he asked sniffing at the brown block again, inhaling long and deep.
Nodding again Rey reached out for a cup taking a quick drink before she set to the platter of meats, cheeses and other foods that Chewbacca had brought for them. Carelessly she popped a small piece of browned meat into her mouth before licking her fingers off, "Yeah, the twi-lek engineer, At-Shae," she said around the food in her mouth rather gracelessly.
Still perplexed by something Ben bent to sit next to Rey, testing the limits of his trousers before he settled into a cross legged position. "A twi gave it to you?" Ben asked taking the faintest nip off the corner of the block. He seemed to hold the bite in his mouth inhaling sweetly as he allowed the taste of it to over ride his senses. Curiously Rey reached out through the force to feel the childish elation which bubbled over through Ben's force signature. He was savouring the taste with such care it seemed a little silly. Such a big deal being made over such a small item of food.
"Yeah," she answered as she picked her way through a number of cheeses, enjoying their sharp smooth taste as she continued to systematically choose, meat, cheese, fruit in that succinct order. Every once and a while taking a drink from a cup filled with mead that Chewbacca had left for them to share. There was decanter filled with the dark honey'd substance left on a crate by the engineering bay door Rey noted gratefully. She was enjoying the way the sweet liquid warmed her insides and set her mind a flutter. She was mid drink when Ben finally turned his attention on her, placing the chocolate on the platter as he grabbed a piece of roasted meat.
Rey growing oddly flustered by the sudden attention jolted slightly, the mead spilling over her lip in an undignified fashion and back into the cup. She giggled to herself as she took another quick mouthful,
"Watcha got there?" Ben crooned playfully trying to snag the cup from Rey's clutches.
Rey, movements mildly clumsy, tried to lean back and away from Ben. Holding her cup in both hands as she playfully took another quick drink, "I don't know," she said, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, "But it's fantastic,"
When she finally offered Ben the cup he took a tentative sip and laughed, "Star's End!' he cried, "Ohhhh dear one, no more for you," holding the cup out of reach Rey soon processed what was happening and began crawling up and over Ben's lap swatting at the coveted liquid. "Did you drink all this?" he asked, laughing as he half heartedly held her off.
Rey paused a moment, mulling the question over in her mind, her thoughts coming in sluggish waves, "Uhmmm Yep!"
"Was it full?" Ben asked with some trepidation.
Now pulling at her cowl Rey began muttering something about being warm as she tired with blundering success to pull the thick fabric over her head. She was still positioned haphazardly in Ben's lap her chest moving to press against the heat of his as she reached aimlessly for the cup again. "Might have been," she crooned softly, suddenly aware of how close she was to a very shirtless Ben. Her mind a muddle of thoughts and feelings she looked up at him cautiously, "I think that might have been alcoholic," she told him, the thought pulling at sobriety before Rey found herself awash with dizzying thoughts and sensations.
"And you drank it very quickly," Ben noted with a tone of amusement his hands coming to rest against the arch of Rey's back. "I should get you some water," the thought wasn't a pleasant one. If Ben was found wandering the corridors he would be lucky if he didn't get shot.
Rey, very aware of the trouble that he would be in pushed back a little moving to balance on her knees. The quick change in position awarded her with a bobble headed affect and caused her to teeter to the side. "Force be damned what is that stuff,"
"If I had to guess I'd say silverback mead, it's a wookiee drink, meant to be sipped not gobbled down." Ben laughed softly as he rose to his feet. He rest his hands against Rey's shoulders steadying her gently back onto her bottom. "You stay," he pressed firmly, a finger running down the length of her nose. "Here, please, I'll be quick. crew quarters aren't far, I'll slip in and out, I promise. You just need to make sure you're as quiet as a sunrise ok?"
Rey nodded, placing her finger over her lips as she watched Ben slip through the engineering bay on bare feet. He poked his head into the corridor, looking this way and that before he slipped away, the cup Rey had wanted so desperately clutched in his hand as he went.
With a huff Ray laid back, finding herself atop Ben's make shift bed on the floor. Throwing her arms out on either side of her she closed her eyes and explored the sensation seeping through her body. Tendrils of creeping warmth wound about her belly and into her chest as she steadied her breathing and released a sigh. Without thinking she reached out for the plate of food, her hand absently picking up the block of chocolate. Curiously she held it aloft staring at it before drawing it to her lips and taking a nip off the corner as Ben had. Allowing her hand to fall back against the plate carelessly Rey let the small piece of curious material melt on her tongue. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. It wasn't simply the taste of it but the texture as well. It was sweet, creamy in a way like sugar mixed with milk and something else but the texture was like velvet on her tongue. She moaned around the morsel lingering on her taste buds as she swirled it around her mouth absorbing the last of the decadent flavor.
"Well then," Ben said softly as he padded back into the room, a pitcher in hand. He was pouring what Rey was sure was water into a cup as he came to sit at her side.
Eyes hooded with lazy joy she sucked on her tongue a moment before casting him a roguish grin. Had she been of sound mind she might have been a little embarrassed but the mead had dulled her senses and she found herself a little more carefree then normal.
"That has to be the best thing I've ever put in my mouth," she cried softly, propping herself up upon her elbows.
Ben cocked a brow and simply snickered to himself choosing to leave that statement alone. "Here, drink some water," he offered cautiously, holding the cup to her mouth in order to tip it's contents in gently. Rey accepted the cool liquid greedily, some spilling over her chin to drip down her throat as she swallowed carefully. Her eyes found Ben's and watched him with curious intent as she rolled onto her side to pull herself into a kneeling position before him.
"I don't think I should have drank that," she mused to herself. Ben simply nodded in agreement, watching her as she wobbled slightly on her knees. Wookiee mead on a human was potent enough but on a young body who hadn't a lot of experience with alcohol and likely hadn't eaten much was particularly problematic. "It shouldn't have tasted so sweet if it was going to be this dangerous," she complained as she groped for the glass of water and slowly downed the contents, "I feel so warm,"
She was tugging at the corner of her tunic absently trying to fan the material against her skin. When that didn't work Rey began fumbling with the fabric until she had it pulled over her head. Ben, at a loss was trying to encourage her to keep the garment in place but was losing that battle famously. His close position merely granting him the full force of her torso as she launched herself at him. Scrambling so that she found herself seated in his lap, her slender legs resting on either side of his thighs, shins barely able to reach the floor. Her posture unsteady Ben had no other choice but to wrap his arms around her as she slid hers lazily over his shoulders and around his neck.
"Do you feel warm?" she asked, her breath a puff of air against his cheek as her nose nuzzled against it. "you feel really warm," she mumbled to herself her lips tracing an erratic pattern against his jaw line.
Ben found his hands spread broad against the small of her back very grateful for the fact that she had thought to wrap herself in her breast band. A fact he was sure she too would be grateful for in the morning. "Oh… I'm warm," he said offhandedly, his mind trying to focus on anything but the way her chest felt pressed against his or how her backside seemed unsettled, wiggling her hips against his thighs carelessly. Her lips called to him, their touch a sirens song luring him into dark and mirky waters of her mean addled desire. They were soft but a little chapped, and wet as she continuously licked at them.
As her head bobbled some her nose dusted across his cheek her head ducking to his shoulder. Lips absently kissing and force above nipping gently at his bare flesh. She hummed softly against his skin as her finger tips toyed with stray strands of hair falling about the nape of his neck. It was sensation overload, she was everywhere around him, her force energy forging through him, blunt lines of desire and apprehension. Her mouth, her fingers, her force forsaken rear end and the way she groped through the force blindly set his skin alight and she was utterly oblivious.
"Ben…" she said his name like a prayer. Salvation from a life of loneliness and not understanding who she was. Pulling away from his shoulder she looked up at him through hazy eyes. They were large opulent brown pools lined with thick heavy lashes. Her stare was intoxicating, innocent and yet dangerously curious. "Will you promise not to hurt me?" she said softly, almost shyly, catching him off guard. Her meaning was ambiguous at best.
Unsure what to say or do Ben bent forward and pressed his lips against her own in a chaste kiss before drawing back so their foreheads met. "I pray I will never hurt you," he said by way of promise, "I cannot say with certainty but I can promise that…" his words died away, no he couldn't say that, couldn't promise that in this moment.
Rey pouted softly, "Promise what?" she asked sweetly.
Star's end she would be the end of him, "I promise that I will treasure your heart always." he offered, hoping it would be enough.
The answer seemed to appease her, or the mead caused her to loose focus quickly because she was smiling at him now, broad and bright. It was the kind of smile that made stars jealous and moved planets and Ben counted himself lucky in that moment that that smile was all for him.
"You have a beautiful mouth," she said suddenly, one of her arms now resting between them. He hadn't registered the shift in position but her finger tips were drawing a line across the underside of his lower lip and he found himself wishing he had seen it coming. She was all clumsy caresses and soft sweet kisses, utterly unsure of what she was doing or if it was a good idea. Still her hips rocked precariously causing Ben to close his eyes just a moment to focus his resolve. Rey, through her mead muddled mind somehow managed to pick up on Ben's sudden need for space and drew back slightly.
"I'm so sorry," she said suddenly, looking very embarrassed and incredibly unsure of herself all of a sudden. She was scooting back and off his lap so that she sat on the floor in front of him, their knees still touching, "I shouldn't… I was… I'm sorry" she finally said again looking at the ground between her legs, at the floor beside them, anywhere but at Ben.
The suddenly loss of her bodies presence was uncomfortable as he allowed himself a chance to process what had just unfolded. "What?" He started but lost his train of thought as he picked up on the raging fury of her tormented emotions. "Rey, stop," he said suddenly, reaching out for her, "Stop, damnit, come here." And then he was pulling her against him. Her body stilled but allowed itself to be cocooned within his arms. She breathed in the deep scent of him and nuzzled closer.
Soon they were laying against his make shift bed, Ben's arms wound around her as she snuggled closely into his chest. Folding her arms against him she allowed herself to be wrapped up in his embrace, relaxing into the heat his body had to offer. Her breathing slowed to a soft whisper as Ben called to his blankets through the force, dragging them up and over their bodies. She was small and yet so incredibly mighty, her lean arms pressed against him surely. As Ben adjusted his hips Rey took the opportunity to lazily drape one of her knees over his pulling their bodies closer. He could smell the trillium soap and something else, something sweet as he nuzzled hie cheek against the top of her head. In that moment, despite the peculiarity of the events Ben found he couldn't have asked for more.