For some force forsaken reason when I wrote this about half way through I changed tenses without realizing it. Ive read and re-read and re-read again changing it so that it was far more comprehensive but I don't know... Here's hope it makes sense. It's long and it's not that I had intended to write. I struggled with the content a lot because I hadn't really wanted to take this here. I wanted to skirt around but this just kind of happened. The rating has changed for reason which will become obvious as you read so I guess this is your warning. Smut ahead! Let me know what you think darlings. xo.
In one moment she was offering him everything. Laid bare, utterly raw and vulnerable, the warm air soothing but for a gentle nip against her naked flesh. He stood watching, his darkness roaring wildly around him pinning him in his spot. She could feel his need to touch her reaching out like the trembling hand of a child as his desire to consume her bucked and hammered against his resolve. He was still yet shaking. His dark eyes alight with an emotion Rey couldn't quite place. She'd never had anyone look at her in quite that way before. Like he was afraid if he blinked she might disappear.
When he didn't move, she reached out through the force and gently edged her affection around him. He was still as stone, afraid to move, utterly enraptured by her presence and the overwhelming wave of emotions that crashed over him. He was lost and found all in one moment, his soul ripped open and rendered raw. He wanted her in every way a person could want another human being and yet was petrified of the implications of acting on those desires. He didn't want to scare her but the lack of her touch was suffocating him. He needed to, he wanted to, he had to touch her but every time he willed his body to reach out he was met with a vice grip of resistance. He would taint her, he would destroy her. He would snuff out the light which he coveted. It was as thought he had been tumbling through their interactions hoping it would come to this but now that it was here, the reality of it made him realize he didn't deserve it.
He wanted to be good, he was desperate for it but the rising tide of darkness that fuelled his desire was pulling him deeper into something that didn't even resemble human need. It crushed her heart to see his pain and confusion but she stood with her hand extended to him as he once had her. She could feel as her eyes grew hot, tears welling behind thick lashes threatened to spill over her cheeks. Willing herself steady she felt her hand betray her with a delicate tremble, "Please." She all but sobbed against the air. The warmth of a tear slipped through the damn she had walled around her emotions. There was one and then another, tiny rivers of salty pain leaving trails against her skin.
His eyes moved from her hand to her face, looking passed her naked body at the desperate soul beneath. She let her walls down, the ones she had been hiding her truest, deepest desires behind. The ones she kept hidden even from him, specially from him. The tears fell like rain, dripping off her cheeks and down her neck uninterrupted and unrestrained. She could feel as he searched through her force energy, pressing against it questioningly. His eyes softened, his breath hitched and something inside him shattered. She could feel it like obsidian cracking under the pressure of his volcanic need before exploding.
With gentle hesitance he reached out, sliding his fingers across hers, slowly at first. He was careful, easy not to move too quickly as his feet slid against the floor in a half step. Before she knew what was happening his body was crushed against hers pressed flush against the bare expanse of her front. His face was mere inches from her own as he looked down into her eyes reading all she had to give. Searching dark marbles of beautiful whisky drank her in as he leaned in partially and trailed kisses across her cheeks, washing away the tears with his affection.
Quickly he hugged her tight, pulling her cheek against the bare warmth of his chest. She moulded against him as he clung to her, breathing her in. He felt hard and soft at the same time, warm and smooth and so deliciously right. Her heart beat hammered against her chest as he held her to him for a moment longer, his hand lost in her hair as he worked it loose and free. She enjoyed the way he made her feel, the way his force signature felt as it groped and slide against her own. There was a understanding that while both had known the intimate touch of another, they had never shared an experience like this with another living soul.
Her heart sung as she drank in the feel of him. Warm and wondrous and adoring, "I know," He pressed against her head, reading the truth of her emotions and all that she had to offer.
At that she clung to him tighter, winding her arms under his and around his torso as she drug blunted nails down his back. "Please," she spoke in a whispered sob, begging to know his truth in response. She could feel it but she had to hear it, had to know it.
He shuddered against her inhaling deeply before he drew back. Their chests pressed together he found her face and smiled one of the few true, deep smiles she'd ever seen grace his features. "I do," he said softly, "I do, I do, I do," he repeated as he kissed her. His mouth was fearful and insistent, starting as a solid line against hers before he opened himself to it. His lips moved with languid slowness against hers shifting in a back and forth that she met with a gentle need. Their heads moved as their lips danced against one another, the soft slide of a tongue against a lip, a groan of approval, an encouraging moan. He coaxed and encouraged her to dominate him with each press of his lips. Rey met him with fevered anticipation, swallowed up buy the tide of his emotions rising through the force.
When he finally pulled away, their lips kiss swollen, eyes glittering with a roaring hunger only partially met she found herself pressing her forehead against his chest in heated embarrassment. She was naked, bare in all ways possible and he… he was perfect.
Curiously she looked into him, peeking like a timid child through his winding force energy. "I wonder if it was like this for others." he mused, saying the words before she tripped over the half formed formed thought of them.
She didn't know how to answer and so stepped back and away from him with a newly formed confidence. It was wavering and stunted at best but she took the opportunity to turn away from him and step into the warm water of the bath. Ben was wide eyed as he took in her lithe form slipping beneath the water until she was resting against the incline. She drug her hands through the wonderfully warm liquid marvelling at the way the heat embraced her, enveloping her entire being in it's sweet cocoon of safety.
When he still didn't move she held her hand out in offering, the water dribbling off her fingertips. In his stunned stupor Ben moved forward, lifting a leg to step into the tub, stopping only as Rey's laughter drew him from his thoughts.
"I'm new to this bath thing but I was under the impression clothing was unnecessary." she mused, lolling her head back against the slope of the large stone surface.
Ben looked down at himself and then over her body. She knew he could feel her apprehension as it spiked through the force around them. She tried not to think too deeply on what this all meant or where this was taking them because that was a hole that lead to patterned sadness. Those thoughts led to thoughts of tomorrow and she didn't want to think on that time. She wanted to enjoy him, enjoy them. She wanted to be just a girl and explore the true depth of their force bond.
It was Ben's turn to blush, he must have picked up on her pondering she realized, or the surge of desire she blatantly let run through the force. Still he moved with calm stillness, shifting his pants and under things down over his legs. She took a moment to appreciate him, the lean roundness of his muscles, the way he very clearly took quite good care of himself. He was confident too which made him all the more attractive. Rey loved the broadness of his chest and how its swept down into a well tapered waist. This was her first time see him, all of him in this way and she was pleased to note it was far from disappointing. His desire for her awakening something that made Ben a little sheepish. He shifted under her stare as he stepping into the water and allowed his lower half to slip under.
They sat in silence, the warm water shifting around them as one moved, or the other adjusted. The basin wasn't small but Ben wasn't small either and their two bodies took up a lot of space when together. She watched him as he relaxed his head back, his knees poking out of the water as he tented them against the hard surface of the basin bottom. He was long and while the bath would have fit his form perfectly, the little bit of extra space she took up made it a cramped. Still, his eyes held her in place, quietly calculating as he allowed their current situation to settle in around him.
Rey simply smiled, wiggling her toes against the outside of his thigh as their bodies adjusted to being around one another. Ben groped for the offending digits, pulling on her big toe with a wiggle which made her laugh as she drew her leg up and let it rest against his knee. The flesh on the bottoms of her feet were healed but still tender in the warmth of the bath so when Ben took it within his grasp and started to massage the under side, Rey stiffened. His thumbs were strong, dragging in slow motions against the plantar surface of her foot. He squeezed and kneaded until Rey was able to let go and relax into the touch. She was giddy with satisfaction as she melted into his ministrations. Stirring only at the sound of his voice.
"So…" he drawled softly, continuing to take in the sight of her, cheeks flushed against the heat of the water and his deliciously persistent fingers. "Lady Skywalker huh?"
She groaned immediately, she should have known that this was coming and she couldn't help but feel incredibly embarrassed. "Well I wasn't going to go by Palpatine was I?" she quipped to which he seemed to agree.
"Why a need for any given name?" he questioned, continuing his work on her feet with delightful slowness.
He couldn't understand it, he'd always had a name, a designation, a belonging. She had grown up with none of those things and so the idea of having one was awe inspiring. She hadn't cared at first but as more and more people pressed, the idea of being Rey, just Rey was oddly lonely. "For the history books," she declared dramatically, when he show'd no signs of dropping the topic she sighed, "Look, You've had a people to belong to, you may not have aways like it but you knew who you were."
He raised a brow as if to argue but stilled a moment, dropping her one foot only to search out its mate, basking it in the same lovely attention he had the first. "Han was given his name by the empire." he said with a tone of irony, "My family name isn't one that has dramatic significance, merely that Han was alone. Jakku, Corellia, it's really no different when you think about everything you both went through."
Flustered, Rey collected her thoughts trying to word it in a way that didn't sound childish or petulant. What was wrong with wanting a given name anyway? "It's a matter of knowing who I am."
"You're Rey," he responded simply.
"Yes but who is that?" He looked like he was ready to toss out a quick response and so she continued, "There will be people chronicling these days, people will be reading about them in years to come. When my name is read I want to be associated with something other then Jakku and being left behind."
"It's your story though," he pressed.
"But not my entire story. Your mother and your Uncle helped to shape me into who I am. Your father too and you really. I couldn't take Organa, that was too on the nose and Solo… well." she blushed, "Luke was the last Skywalker, I didn't think the legacy should have ended there. You're a Solo after all."
Ben looked curiously amused, "There is nothing wrong with it," he told her with a chuckle, "But it does sort of make it sound like you're my cousin."
She hadn't thought about that. "No ones going to…" she muttered,
He only laughed harder, "They might." With a dramatic sigh he added, "They can't be lovers, they're cousins!"
Rey felt her cheeks redden drastically as she sunk down into the water so her shoulders disappeared, "Is that what we are? Lovers?"
Ben stilled, dropping her foot, he hadn't realized what he had said until the words were out of his mouth. He blinked once, then again, his eyes searching her face, as if the pale roundness of her cheeks or the slope of her nose held the answer. With a roguish smile he stated simply, "Well we certainly aren't cousins."
She prodded her toe into his hip and he twitched away from her attack grabbing her foot in his large hand. He sough the other and then gave a slight tug, pulling her towards him so that she slipped into the water with an exasperated huff. He used the opportunity to slide himself forward, dropping her feet behind his back so that they were pressed into the middle of the basin, their limbs draped over one another. If she was being honest with herself she wasn't sure what she had expected them to be. There was no label that seemed to fit correctly into the space that their relationship occupied. She was Rey, he was Ben and she loved him. Thinking the words made her swallow hard. He was winding his arms around her pulling her close with little to no regard for their state of undress or how close their intimate areas may be from touching.
"Is that what you want to be?" she asked breathlessly as he hoisted her up, ignoring the blaring pain that rippled through his shoulder. Her knees were pressed between basin walls and Ben's hips, her thighs resting against his awkwardly. She could feel his arousal and desire pulling like a current through the force as he arched his head back and looked up at her.
"I simply want to be with you," he told her, resting his chin against the hallow between her breasts. "My soul wants to be close to yours. I feel like I could go my entire life without being intimate with you so long as you let me be close to you." He placed a kiss against her sternum and smiled nuzzling his nose against the skin there.
Rey laughed at his declaration, his very obvious desire for intimacy pressing against her thigh in a thick blatant line. She drew her fingers through his hair resting her arms against his shoulders as she draped them around his neck. "A vow of celibacy then?" she chimed.
He groaned at the teasing, smiling against her chest, "Is that what you want?" His kisses were feather light as he worshiped her flesh with dedicated ease. Large hands explored the contours of her back, his force signature singing in a low pleased hum at the delicious closeness her body provided.
She sighed out a soft, humming noise and then, "No…" her tone lazy and catlike as she settled her hips lower, pressing herself a little tighter, a little closer to his growing need. "But I'm patient," she quipped as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger from the base of his neck. Ben quirked a brow as he growled against her flesh causing her to giggle. His patience was schooled and careful but his desire was like a wrecking ball slamming into the walls of his willpower. "Can you say the same?" she teased softly, picking up on his torment with a gloating grin.
"Are you issuing a challenge Lady Skywalker?" he purred as he left wet open mouthed kisses against her skin now, his tongue dragging a sinuous line along her chest.
Mumbling a, "Maybe," she cast herself into the feeling of it, the soft fullness of his mouth, the warm wetness from his tongue. The gentle, urgent pressure from his fingers as they pressed into her shoulders holding her in place as she tried to rock against him. A need for friction was mounting from with in, she needed to feel him move across her, graze her where she ached to know his touch. Still he worked slowly, moving up, pressing kisses across her collarbone avoiding the sensitive scape of her breasts. He was trying to prove to her that he could be patient, that he could wait but it also proved that she could not.
"What are the terms," he said as he drew back, his mouth, a warm inviting presence just above her nipple. She could feel his breath coming in soft and easy pants as he hovered over it defiantly.
Her head swam, all she could think about was that devilish mouth and the dangerous promises he made. "Terms?" she asked hazily.
He knew he had her and she didn't even care, "You know, is this a no touching sort of game? Are we allowed to touch but not certain areas? Or do I win when you decide you've had enough and you want me buried deep inside you." His last question was spoken in a low almost feral tone, "Am I allowed to…" he pressed before his mouth descended on her nipple, his tongue winding around the small pink bud as he took it into his mouth. His teeth scrapped ever so lightly against her flesh as he brought his mouth around it and sucked ever so gently.
She gasped, her back arching beneath the sensation of him as he opened his mouth to lave her breast with his tongue. His lips moved greedily against her before drawing back with a wicked grin. Rey was panting lightly, warmth and need pooling in her belly as his attention shifted to the other. He kissed along its swell slowly as a hand crept to her front, fingertips lazily dragging along the wet nipple as he took to worshiping its twin.
Force be damned his mouth was sinful, she wound her fingers through his hair and tugged with light insistence. He groaned at the pressure provided, his mouth drawing harder on her flesh. Rey mewled softly as his broad fingertips traced delicate patterns around her breast lazily, every so often grazing the swollen nipple at its centre. He took his time and as she rest her hips down against him she could feel as Ben's erection bounced against her leg. He was enjoying this too, maybe just a little more then he wanted to let on.
With a steady hand she traced down along his neck, his shoulder and then pushed him back from her chest. There was an audible but light pop and the cool air hit her saturated tissue causing her to shiver. Ben looked up curiously but before he could react she dipped her hand down and into the water between where their bodies sat in close proximity. She kissed him softly, as her hand found him aching in wait. He was solid and strong and gloriously ready for anything. With a testing movement she grasped him and gave a soft but sure stroke.
It was his turn to gasp as his eyes drew wide, her hold tightened just a little moving her hand now in a slow and steady rhythm. "Only if I'm allowed to do this," she mumbled against his lips as he groaned, his fingers digging desperately into her back. She felt him buck just a little, gaining a little more friction as she wiggled her wrist in an awkward angle.
"Kriff," he gasped into her mouth. "I don't." she smiled as his mouth moved but continued her kissing, stuttering his words as he kept up with her movement.
Then, just as quickly as she had started, he pulled her hand away. His breathing was heavy and she decided she liked the sound of that but she wasn't sure why she had been stopped. She was sure the celibacy thing had been a tease but now she was starting to worry there may have been some seriousness to it. Ben simply shook his head, "I want to know you properly." he said rather cryptically. Did he mean he wanted to know her better? What's your favourite color? Whats your favourite food?h Those kinds of things?
Rey must have looked confused because Ben chuckled softly as he brushed a stand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I'm not having you in the bath" he said with a deep sureness that made her core throb, "If its your desire to…" and at that implication his words died away.
"It is," she said softly, "We should probably wrap your shoulder first though." she said with an odd level of practicality, "And your hair needs to be washed."
Reluctantly he agreed and allowed her to lavish him in attention. She groped for a pitcher that she found on the back side of the basin and set to dosing his hair. She scrubbed her fingers through it working at his scalp as he moved to turn his back against her. She was quick and effective cleaning away the dirt and grime until the water was a disturbing shade of grey. When she was content with a job she considered very well done she stood on wobbly knees, the water dripping off her in rivets. With no drying cloth in site Rey stepped onto the hardwood floor, her feet leaving watery prints in her wake. She stepped cautiously on the pads of her feet as she flitted about trying to find something to wrap around her wet body.
She hadn't noticed Ben until he joined her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he nuzzled into her from behind. She could feel the length of him as he pressed against her, lean strong legs, his hips and torso as he held her against him strong and wet. "Impatient." she purred softly, not a complaint but a teasing admonishment as the hand of his good arm traced soft patterns against her middle. He breathed in the scent of her, a rumbling sound erupting from his throat as he bent and kissed at her ear, nipping the flesh softly. "Ben Solo, you beast," she grumbled as she pulled away. She dared not look at him. She couldn't meet his eye and the want she knew lie swirling in those deep hazel wells.
Scampering away she found the fresher door and slipped in side, closing it behind her. She needed to catch her breath, to stop herself from drowning and figure out if these desires of hers were something she really ought to act upon. What happened if things went poorly tomorrow after one glorious evening together? What would she do if she were never able to have him again? To know him intimately pressed against her, pressed inside of her? What if things went well? Would it then matter if they knew each other physically then? Should she save it for a moment of celebration?
What if things went poorly and she never knew the heat of his touch? Her heart ached, pounding in her chest as a heated buzz erupted in her ears throwing her into a state of static shock. She was crying without realizing it, her force signature reaching out for Ben unintentionally. She could feel him on the other side of the door, her name on his lips in quiet question. Her distress was palpable and fierce as she let out a soft sob and braced herself against the washing basin.
When she looked up, she caught her imagine in the mirror. Her face was pale and her eyes rimmed red and puffy. The ends of her hair were wet but not saturated and her lips were kiss swollen, the feel of him still lingering there. She could feel his hesitant tug through the force and she smiled softly to herself. He was there now. He was here with her. She had an opportunity so few were ever granted and for the sake of all those who were never given this chance, she had to take it.
Wiping the tears away with a shaking hand she moved to collect a towel, wrapping it once around her body before tucking the material in so it held its place. She grabbed two more, dabbed her eyes dry again and opened the door. Ben was standing on the other side, his head hunched as though he were listening for signs of her inside. "Ben," she said, his name like a bandaid on an aching heart. He was there now and he was real, so very real.
Before he could right himself to his full height she threw a towel over his head and shuffled it around in an attempt to dry it off. Ben chuckled as he stood up, but Rey didn't let his height deter her, instead she grasped the ends of the towel and pulled it back and forth, shimmying it against his damp hair. "What are you…?" he asked as she continued her task. She took simple joy in the mundane exercise of drying the hair of the person you loved.
"You're a wet soppy mess," she chided as he pulled the towel back peeking down at her through wet hair falling into his eyes. She smiled at him and traced a finger along his cheek as she tucked the hair behind his ear and leaned up to kiss the end of his nose. "You're beautiful." she told him softly as she left the towel on his head and wrapped the other around his waist. Ben seemed confused by the sudden covering up of the parts he wished to be exploring but followed her instruction tucking the towel securely as she led him back to the bed.
With diligent fingers she made her way through the med pack pulling out a bandage along with a thick tube of gauze. Ben watched intently as she worked, rubbing the towel casually against his wet mop before handing it over to Rey. She used the material to pat his injured shoulder dry and then groped for a can of antibacterial spray. "Sorry," she muttered to herself as she blasted the burnt flesh and raw muscle with the substance. Ben hissed, inhaling sharply before his breathing steadied and the numbing agent in the spray took affect. Rey worked quickly as she extracted the regeneration bandage, separated the packaging and placed it cool gooey side down against the wound. She held it a moment and let the area absorb the material before she wound the gauze around his shoulder and chest securing the bandage in place.
"You've done this before," he said idly as she pulled the gauze tighter against him. When she was done she secured it in place with a satisfied smile.
"Few times," she replied off handedly and ran her hand along his shoulder lightly in an affectionate sort of way. "More times then I would like, honestly." her words were sad but she smiled all the same, happy to be able to share this moment with him.
Her mind was a swirling vortex of emotions and thoughts. Darkness tugged at her and threw her into a pit of 'what ifs' and 'maybes' as she scrambled to cling to the light. Her fingers moved in a solid line along his flesh. She memorized the feel of him, the way his heart beat raced beneath her touch, or his skin felt like soft supple bloggin leather. He was smooth and hard and so incredibly real it made her heart hurt. She never wanted to leave this room, to go out into the world where they could be separated ever again.
Picking up on her whirlwind of emotions Ben turned, his knee hitched on the bed as he faced her properly. She sat on her knees, her backside resting against her heels as her touch began to tremble against him, "Hey… Hey…" he called softly as she peered off at the pale skin of his shoulder. He couldn't quite catch her gaze but when his finger drew her chin up, forcing her to look at him his heart broke. She felt him through the force, he surrounded her with his love and adoration. He was trying to protect her from the worlds hurt when what hurt most was idea that she might lose him. "I'm right here." he told her sweetly as his thumb brushed away her tears.
They fell in steady streams again and she cursed herself for being so weak. She cried again and this time she didn't think she could stop. Her shoulders shook and she let out a sob, half choked and half sniffles. "I can't…" she started but her words fell harsh and cracked beneath the weight of her emotion. She shook her head searched the force for the words, the feelings that could match this deep fear what welled and built up within her chest ready to explode. "Tomorrow…" no that wasn't it. That wasn't right.
Ben just let her go, his touch gentle and steady as she cried and cried before he gave up and pulled her tight against his body. "We face it together." he told her with a sweet hum.
She sniffled and nodded but wasn't happy with the simple answer of it, "I can't," she started again, "I don't know what I'll do if things…"
"They won't" he replied hopefully, "Poe has your back, he may hate me but he loves you. He and Finn will do anything to stop you from hurting."
"I can't imagine a world without you in it," she shuddered against him as the words fell in a whisper, "I don't think my soul could survive it." It was an emotional statement for sure, a declaration from a woman utterly smitten but there was also the raw truth of it. The way their bond wound them together, the way it connected them on a level beyond simple comprehension. Could she survive as one half of a whole? She hated that she sounded like a love sick fool but when she drew back and looked into Ben's eyes for comfort, she saw that he too was crying. His eyes filled with a strained level of devotion that rocked her to the core.
She could feel as he struggled to find the words he wanted to say but he kept getting lost in her eyes. "Force above," he muttered softly, "I love you," The words crashed into her like a wave, they stilled her sobs, as he shifted closer, "You've been everything from the moment our hands touched that first time."
His forehead bumped against hers and he smiled, "I love you and I refuse to leave you." he promised as he placed feather light kisses against her lips in a steady, easy rhythm. Before she knew what she was doing she pulled him down against her, his body a hard line of muscle hovering over top of her as he devoured her mouth intently. His lips moved against hers in sweeping motions, coaxing a soft moan of reply as he rest on his good elbow and tugged open her towel with his free hand.
The warm air of the room felt cool against her skin as he marvelled at her as she lie beneath him. She had her knees drawn together shyly as his injured arm ran his fingers in searching motions down and over her body. He kissed her mouth, then her cheek, then her neck as his hand slowly capped her knee and pushed them apart with gentle insistence. "Are you ok?" he mumbled against her throat as his fingers traced a line up her inner thighs, his touch begged for permission before he pushed their intimacy beyond a point of no repair.
Rey nodded as his lips ghosted over her pulse point, his searching fingers drew up along her thighs as they grasped at the strong muscle there. His hand kneaded at the soft flesh, his thumb sliding closer and closer until it lie just a breath away from her dampened need. He waited, giving her a moment incase she wanted to stop him, incase she changed her mind.
Star's end she was desperate for him to touch her, the white hot need of it manifested in an odd pressured pain focused solely within her core. "Ben," she breathed out softly, and he pulled away to look at her. She ran her fingers into his hair and pressed her palm against his face softly. He turned his head to kiss the inside of her wrist and smiled as he waited for her instruction, "Please touch me," she asked with a whimper.
She could feel his bucking desire push itself against the darkness wrapped around his desire. It was sweet and warm and thick, like when you pour water over hot rocks. It wrapped itself around her and drug its delicious talons across her force signature in warning. She felt herself shudder beneath its attention as Ben carefully let it out bit by bit. She ran her own energy over it in stroking calm, giving him her trust and complete devotion. He growled, a soft breathy admission of need as he took her lips quickly and allowed his fingers their treasured reward.
He drew a line across her slick opening, letting his thumb graze the swollen nub of her clit. His motions were slow and easy as he circled the little bundle of nerves and then slid one strong finger inside her. She gasped as he pushed it into her hard and firm, his mouth taking advantage of the pause to nibble on her bottom lip. It was euphoric, the feel of his finger as it pumped into her, his thumb bumping her clit and his force signature thrummed against hers. He was everywhere at once, his mouth sucked on her bottom lip with a gentle tug as he added a second finger. "Mmmm perfect," he muttered against her skin as he kissed his way down her body until his mouth met the underside of her belly and the soft thatch of dark curls neatly kept there.
Rey flushed with embarrassment as Ben nuzzled his nose against her flesh delicately before he took his place between her legs. He nudged one leg over his good shoulder as his other hand supported her hip and pulled her closer. His hot breath against her wet folds made her shudder lightly as he used his busy fingers to spread her wide and drew a wet line along the swollen pink flesh with his tongue. He took his time devouring her, his lips and tongue moving against her slick skin. He moved his thumb aside to worship her clit with his tongue while his fingers worked a steady beat pumping into her. They curled ever so slightly and drew out a loud gasp from Rey.
Ben smiled as he worked his tongue and drew a flat line against her as he curled his fingers again which caused Rey to cry out, "Kriff!" her chest heaved through panting gasps as a lovely rogue painted its way down her neck and across her breasts. "Ben," she moaned his name repeating it like a prayer, and he knew that he had her. She could feel his confidence bolster as he worked his tongue against her with one firm lick before he pulled back.
"Star's end you're tight," he muttered as his fingers sought their prize. They curled against her inner walls as his tongue resumed lazy strokes. He worked against the warm flesh of her as if were his only goal in life.
His words did something to her she didn't quite want to admit but there was a pressure built up within that felt so good but so raw. Her legs shook, his tongue pressed against her again and his fingers were right there. She was on the edge and he could feel it. His need hammered into her. It was a whisper of all of the marvellously filthy things he wanted to do it her and what he thought of the noises made by her sex as his fingers delve into it, drawing her pleasure from deep within. Before she was prepared the world around her exploded. Her walls fluttered against his fingers as his mouth worked at her wetness with renewed vigour. His fingers pushed into her with hard, earth shattering strokes as he worked to prolong her pleasure. Her back arched and she moaned, a sound ripping from her of the likes she had never heard before. She could feel the bed shake beneath the ripple of force energy around her and it's like her skin is on fire.
Ben pulled away, his smugness a prickle through the force as he wiped his mouth on his arm and crawled up along her body. They basked in the after glow of her orgasm as she reached out a hand to find his strained need pressed against her leg. Her fingers traced it's length drawing along its velvety underside before she grasped it and gave it a gentle yet insistent stroke. "That was…" she murmured as he nuzzled his nose into her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her collarbone softly.
"The most amazing thing I've even seen," he finished causing her to blush. "we don't have to do anything else…" he hedged, his hope a beacon beneath his chivalry. He was sweet and thoughtful and Stars end she simply had to have him.
He rest on his good shoulder, the line of gauze around his chest a reminder of his trails and tribulations early in the evening. With a gentle insistence Rey pushed Ben back. He was apprehensive at first, picking up on her line of thought through the force as she slipped down to her knees ready to take him wholly within her lips. Gently she prodded the length of him with her tongue as she popped the head of his engorged length into her mouth. She gave it a bob of her head before he pulled her away.
"Kriff, Rey," his words were strained but his meaning was clear. The depth of her undoing when it ripped through the force around them had brought Ben to a level of arousal that promised a swift end.
She smiled as she drew herself along his body with purposeful slowness until her pelvis hovered above his weeping need. She shifted so that her hips drew a line of dampness along his length teasingly and Ben inhaled sharply. "Rey…" he growled as his hands reached for her hips and he squeezed, stilling her a moment before her hips moved time she moved slower and along his entire length. She was saturated in a way that would be embarrassing if not for the way the force thundered around them. His need was raw and almost visceral as she slid a hand between them grasping a hold of him softly. He was coated in her dampness and she loved the way his force signature hummed against her in appreciation of it.
When she notched him against her she looked up and caught his eye. He was lost in a sea of lust, his eyes dark with need as she stared him down and shifted her hips. He was thicker then she'd had before and so the movement of it was painfully slow at first. Her walls stretched to take the full length of him. She could feel his self control as it held back his desire to buck and push up. He marvelled at how such a small human could be so strong and Rey could feel his need to have her as it rose to to meet her while she sunk down on him just a little further.
He was so careful as his thumbs rubbed circles against her hips, she could feel his restraint as he leashed his darkness as though it were something to be afraid of. "Let go Ben," she whispered as she wiggled her hips a little, taking in just a little more of him and Kriff it felt so good. "It's ok," she urged him, she needed just a little help getting the rest of the way. She reached out to him through the force as she pressed her desires against him. His eyes were wide and questioning but she nodded and his hold on her hips grew stronger, more urgent and with a gentle pressure he pushed into her, buried to the root. They both groaned and Force be damned he felt so good. She never felt such a warm stretch or such intensity before and she couldn't wait to move.
He was calm and steady until she shifted her hips and her the force around her sang with an urge to feel him. She rose up off of him only to sink down again, a little harder, a little faster this time, testing out the stretch of him as it pulled at her insides. Ben cursed as he groaned and she did it again. She moaned as she angled her hips and found a way to gain friction against her clit and fill herself all in one motion. Without a thought she grabbed his hands and squeezed them as she bounced a little, shifting her hips and grinding down against him. She could see him as he watched the area where they're joined, completely taken in by the way her body swallowed him whole.
The pressure returned before she had time to register and the force around them felt constricted. It was suffocating and deliciously tight and he was gliding into easily her now. She felt his need as it wound around her clawing at her as his own release built up desperately. Without warning Ben found her clit and he rubbed his thumb against it. His pressure hard and steady and so unbelievable delicious. He thumbed against her as he watched himself disappear within her walls, reemerging coated in her desire. She could see it in his mind as he rubbed his thumb against her clit and let out a ragged sigh through his teeth. He schooled himself desperate to feel her come undone around him but he didn't have much resolve left.
"You are so kriffing tight," he groaned and Rey felt as the pressure mounted until she was so close it was painful. She squeezed his hands again as she felt her pleasure peek and suddenly it felt like he was everywhere. His arms pulled her down so that her chest pressed against his and he had her held so close. She could feel the friction of his length as it rubbed against her clit and she's right there ready to topple over the edge of it. That was when she felt him unleash his desire. It crashed into her in a wild torrent of desperate need and she felt his fingertips as he held her hips in place. He moved like man unrestrained and it was hard and it was deep and it was everything she needed it to be. Rey clung to him as her end hammered through her. The force around her expanded quickly, as it exploded in a rain of white starlight and her skin looked like it was glowing. The bed shuddered as she panted and Ben thrust into her hard and steady and it wasn't long before it took him too. He groaned as she whimpered, and his hips snapped straight. Not just the bed but the room around them vibrated. The fire in the fireplace wavered and flickered as a straggled cry ripped through Ben raw and unrestrained
His release was a surge of power so blinding he bit down on her flesh leaving teeth marks against her shoulder. His toes curled and his thighs contracted beneath her. She could feel his length as it twitched inside her and windows exploding open under the pressure of it. The force was unbridled as it pulsed around them, a shudder throughout the whole senate house.
Ben held Ray like that for sometime still housed within her warmth. He took pleasure in the way her body moulded against his but after a moment or two Rey was up and on her feet. Her legs wobbled as she found her balance in the wake of her pleasure. She disappeared into the bathroom to clean herself up returning to find Ben waiting for her under the covers. His long legs disappeared beneath the royal purple but the spot next to him was left vacant and waiting. Rey settled in next to him winding her arm around his torso as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest. He was warm, almost hot from his previous exertion as he wrapped his good arm around her. "So a vow of celibacy," she teased lightly.
"Never going to happen," was his response. He kissed the top of her head and let his force energy wind around her like a cat curling up against it's master. "You are…"
"Mmmm," she responded softly, and he slid down so that his head hit the pillow. She was propped against his chest, listening to the steady glorious beat of his heart when she squeezed him tight, "I don't want tomorrow to come," she muttered childishly.
"If nothing else at least we had this," he replied sadly, she couldn't bring herself to think those thoughts anymore.
"I'll fight them Ben." her voice brokered no argument, the dead seriousness in her tone a threat that warmed his heart in a way they both knew it shouldn't. Instead he just chuckled as Rey muttered a sleepy, "I love you," against his chest before being swallowed up by her exhaustion.