Ben doesn't react at all to her confession and she almost pulls away before she realizes that he's breathing hard and one eye is twitching…just a small twitch, every once in awhile.

"Ben?"

He pulls her down for another kiss and she's pretty sure she has her answer. He wants it too. She's not alone, not in this. She won't ever have to be alone again. He is hers and she is his, and whatever this bond between them, this dyad, it means they're together. Them against the galaxy, if need be.

She runs a hand down the side of his face, runs her fingers through his drying hair, fingernails scraping lightly against his skull. She leans down, places a kiss to his jaw, presses her lips against his neck, nips at the juncture where his neck means his shoulder. Ben groans.

"Can I see you?" she asks.

She meets his eyes and she can feel him trembling beneath where her hands have settled on his shoulders. But he finally nods, reaching down and pulling the shirt up and over his head. She almost gets caught in it, laughs for a moment before she pulls back and allows him to do it.

And then his upper body is bared to her eyes.

She's seen it before, of course, but now she gets to touch. And he's here, not across the galaxy somewhere. Her hands skim over his bare shoulders, tracing the scattering of moles she finds there, before moving lower and lightly touching the bare skin of his chest. It's a daring thing she's doing. She feels strangely free, straddling Ben Solo's lap and touching him.

"Do I need a cowl?" he says, his voice cracking on the last syllable. "Or something?"

Her eyes shoot up to his and it takes her a moment to realize he's joking. The laughter bubbles over then and she leans down to kiss him, her mouth still open in a smile as she does so. He smiles into the kiss before deepening it. And he's a fast study here. He's already figured out that she likes it soft and slow, likes him to drag his tongue against hers, likes his lips soft and a little wet on hers. Kissing him may be her favorite thing in the world.

So far.

His hands come up to cradle her neck. "Your hair," he murmurs as he pulls back slightly from the kiss.

Her hand comes up to touch her buns. "What about it?"

"Can I…" he starts to say, clears his throat. "When you came to me….on the Supremacy. You had it down. I liked it."

She nods. She hadn't thought much about it back then, not really. It had just felt…right…she supposes. She'd let her parents go, in a way, had realized the only family that mattered was her.

And her friends.

And Ben.

He had betrayed her then, turned from her. It hadn't gone as she had wanted, something Luke had warned her of. But it brought them closer. It helps to bring them to this point. Ben will never be fully in the light. It's not in him. There will always be a darkness there, but without Snoke, without Palpatine, he's more light than dark.

Much like herself. She knows that the darkness is there in both of them and it helps to tie them together.

Ben reaches up and undoes her buns, one at a time, with hands so gentle she barely feels the brush of them through her hair. It's loose about her face when he kisses her next, a curtain that somehow seals out the outside world, such as it is.

She gasps when his mouth trails down to her neck. He nibbles at her much the way she did his, nipping at her neck and soothing it with his tongue. And oh kriff does she like the feeling of that, his warm, wet tongue brushing across her pulse point.

He does it again.

And then again.

She's pretty sure his mind if inside hers, hearing her thoughts and feeling her as she gasps and squirms just a little in his lap.

He curses when she does that and she realizes with the bond so open, she can hear his thoughts.

Just a cloak between us…

Would take so little…

Want to be inside you…

She blushes a little as the last thought comes across loud and clear. She wants that too, but she doesn't know where to go next, how to get to that point.

"We start with this," Ben says in answer to her unspoken question, plucking at what remains of her sodden clothing. It's half dry, but still sticks to her skin, leaving her a little damp, but no longer chilled. Not with Ben's heated gaze watching her as she peels first the overshirt off and then reaches behind her to undo the band that binds her breasts and allows her to fight without them getting in the way.

"Let me," Ben says and takes over from her, slowly unwinding them, revealing little bits of her skin as he does so. As each part is revealed, he pulls her down toward him and kisses it. Her collar bones, the top of her sternum, which he nips at and then laves with his tongue, and then he finally pulls it completely free of her, revealing upper body to him.

She wants to cover herself, wrap her arms around her and stay hidden. They have little light there in the hut, just the flickering from the nearby fire. But still, she feels so exposed.

And it's not like she hasn't been naked in front of others before. On Jakku, if you were given the chance to bathe, you did so, modesty be damned. She'd seen elderly women, their bodies sagging from age, skin like leather. She'd seen large men, their flaccid cocks hidden beneath the layers of fat that hung low over their groin. She'd seen everything in between and had stripped down to bathe, often ignoring the hungry gazes of the men who leered over a young, naked woman finding a bit of pleasure in being immersed in dirty water.

But this is different.

This matters.

She wants him to find her beautiful. She wants to be worthy.

"You are," he says.

"You're in my head," she points out.

He groans. "I don't mean to be…"

"I'm not mad," she cuts him off with, and he smiles.

"Then you know…" He reaches up to pull the arms away that she's somehow managed to wrap tightly around herself without her really noticing. She lets her arms drop heavily to her sides and closes her eyes as she feels his eyes rake over the skin that's revealed.

"You're…" His voice chokes on words he can't seem to get out. And so instead he leans forward. She feels his breath, a warm puff of air, ghost across her naked chest and she almost moans from that sensation alone. "May I?" he murmurs.

Please…

She can't even get the word out, but he hears it, nonetheless.

His hand comes up to cover one over her breasts, just settles there, warm and large against her skin. His thumb brushes across her nipple and he gasps along with her. "You're so responsive."

She feels a flush spread across her skin.

And then he leans forward and wraps his mouth around her other nipple. Her back arches, thrusting her more fully into his mouth. Her hands come up to his hair, tangle in the strands. "More," she whispers. "I need…" She has no idea. Just…more.

When he sucks her nipple into his mouth, his tongue laving across it, she realizes that this is the more she needed. When he nips at it, it's almost too much, and she lets out a sharp gasp.

"No?" he says.

She opens her eyes look down at him and there's something almost feral there in his gaze. "Too much," she admits.

He goes back to using his lips and tongue, pressing soft kisses across one breast, then making his way to the other. When he's at the underside of her breast, he uses his teeth again and she urges him on. There it feels good, not overwhelming but good. A shiver works its way down her whole body as he continues the ministrations.

Her hands are on his shoulders as he bends awkwardly, pushing her back slightly to get to the skin on her abdomen. And she doesn't have time to be embarrassed by the hard muscles there. She's been training…and training hard…first to defeat Kylo Ren, but later to protect herself, her friends, even Ben.

He clearly doesn't mind, as he lets out a growl and nips at her.

"Ben," she murmurs, and yanks a little at his hair, pulling him back up into searing kiss. "Do you want to…"

"Keep going?" he asks, and there's a soft smile on his face. "If you do."

"I do," she says, and there's a fierceness to her voice. This is their moment, their time. This is everything that they've been wanting, everything they've been waiting for since the first moment their eyes met.

"Good," he says.

And then they're just staring at each other. She has no idea where to go from here, what to do. Oh, she knows the mechanics of it, what goes where and all that. But everything else? It feels so meaningful, this moment. She doesn't want to screw it up.

Which is why she should be offended when he laughs, a soft sound that reaches her ears a moment before she herself finds a laugh bubbling up in her. It surprises her. And seems to surprise him as well, if the raised eyebrows are indicative.

And then he laughs harder.

She does too, head coming to rest on his shoulder as she shakes with the unexpected feelings.

Humor.

Joy.

She can't remember the last time she'd felt so full of light and joy. She's really not sure she ever has.

"Ben," she finally says as their laughter dies down a bit.

"Hmmm?" he says. His lips are at her neck again, just lingering there. Soft against her flushed skin.

"can I see you?"

He pulls back and looks up at her. "You're seeing me now," he says, and smiles.

She's not sure she'll ever get used to the sheer beauty of that smile, the crinkles that form at the edges of his eyes, the slightly crooked teeth, the dimples on his cheeks. He looks impossibly young when he smiles, no longer the serious and tortured Kylo Ren, but Ben…her Ben.

"I mean," she says and shifts, her hand coming down to brush across the hardness between his legs.

He lets out a small hiss, and his eyes widen.

"Rey, you're absolutely sure this is what you want?"

She nods. "Absolutely. Please, Ben."

He takes a deep breath and tugs at the cloak still covering him. His whole body seems to be shaking a little as he tries to move it and he curses when it won't budge and his hand slides off the wet material. "You have to.." he starts to say, and Rey realizes she's sitting on it. Of course she is. She's still in his lap, still kneeling with her knees on either side of his legs.

It takes some time to work it out from under them. Rey feels selfish about it, really, but she doesn't want to move. This is where she wants to be, and so it takes some maneuvering on both their parts to slide it out from under and out from over him.

But they do it.

And then she's straddling him and he's naked. She feels almost dizzy as she leans forward and kisses him. It's a quick kiss, just a soft meeting of lips because Rey wants to see. She pulls back a little and lets her eyes trail down his body. The chest she's already familiar with, the strong abs and then…that.

"Are they…" Rey starts to say. "I mean…I've never seen one before. But, are they usually so…" She doesn't know how to even get the words out. His cock is jutting up toward her, the head flushed red and the whole thing seems like it's straining. Like it would be painful.

"So?" Ben says, and she looks back up at him. His cheeks have turned a ruddy color of red, almost matching the head of his cock.

"Large…" she says and tries not to cringe. "It's going to fit?"

Ben looks down at himself and then at her. "I don't know," he admits. "I guess it should? Babies nd all?"

"Right. I mean…okay." What she knows of childbirth is very little, really, but she's seen the women screaming in pain, run and retrieved water and watched as they writhed and shouted and cursed. She hopes it's not going to be like that. A shudder passes through her.

"We'll be fine," Ben says. "Trust me?"

"Of course," she answers quickly.

With a deep breath, she reaches out to touch him, wrapping her hand around his cock just below the head. He lets out a hiss and her head shoots up. "Does it hurt you too?"

He laughs. "Not quite," he mutters.

She nods and runs her hand up and down it, touching the head, feeling it twitch in her hands. "It's so hard," she says. "But so soft at the same time." She moves her and experimentally a couple times, up and down, enjoying the feel of it.

"Rey, wait…" he starts to say.

She doesn't stop.

And then it's like it explodes. Rey is not completely ignorant to what sex is. But she's still surprised at the way he groans as his orgasm overtakes him suddenly, his cock twitching and coating her hand in sticky white stuff.

"Kriff," he says, and when she looks up at him, there are tears in his eyes.

"Ben?" Her hand is still on his cock and she can feel it softening.

"That was not how I wanted this to go," he admits.

"I'm sorry."

He lets out a small huff of laughter. "It's just…I've never had someone touch me in such a way. It was a bit overwhelming."

She nods. "It was. It is." She finally takes her hand away from him and watches as his now-soft cock flops back down between his legs. Even losing that hardness, it's fairly large. She's not quite sure what to do with the stickiness of her hand and so leans over and wipes it on the wet cloak sitting next to her.

Ben makes a choking sound in the back of his throat.

"What?" she asks.

"Did you just…" He shakes his head. "You just wiped that on Luke Skywalker's cloak."

She glances down at the cloak and shrugs. "So?" And then she picks it up and cleans him up with it, using the edge of it to wipe his stomach clean. When she presses it against the side of his cock, he bats it away. "What?"

He's shaking, she realizes. Trembling. Her eyes meet his and then he just…laughs.

Rey watches him, her head cocked slightly to the side, completely bewilderd. "Ben, what is…"

"Your using Luke Skywalker's cloak to clean this up." She's never seen him like this. He's outright giggling, and when he accidentally snorts, she finds she can't hold back her own laughter.

"The great Luke Skywalker," she says. "Jedi master."

"Exactly. You're using his cloak to clean up from sex."

And she does. She continues to clean up the sticky fluid from his cock. Which, despite the fact he can't stop laughing, is starting to get hard again. And then he stops laughing, quite suddenly, and reaches out to toss the cloak aside. He's drawn her back to him before she can even say a word, his mouth meeting hers in a messy kiss. It's more teeth and tongue and he's still laughing against her mouth as he takes her in the ferocious kiss. Her arms wrap around him, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Kriff, Rey, do you know what you do to me?" he practically growls before kissing down her throat again.

She reaches out and touches him and he's fully hard. "I think I have an idea," she responds with.

He laughs again. "yes I suppose you do. But you," he says. "You are overdressed."

"I am."

He tugs at the waistband of her pants and she takes a deep breath. This is it then, she supposes. And it suddenly seems so serious. He's no longer laughing. He's watching her with quiet, earnest eyes. "If you still want this, that is." His voice is soft, and she reaches out to lightly touch the side of his face.

He understands.

She doesn't have to say it. The feelings come across their bond loud and clear.

She stands, and with a deep breath, pushes both pants and undergarments off her body. For a moment, she's standing in front of him, fully nude, the light of the fire flickering over her body. Ben is staring at her and she feels…like a goddess. There's no other way to describe it.

He's leaning back on one elbow and she studies him for a moment. The long lines of his body, the strength, the dark hair that's brushed back from his face, and those intense honey-brown eyes. Those trail down her body and she feels like she's on fire.

Then he crooks a finger at her.

And she goes to him. He sits up as she straddles him again, and she gasps as her skin comes into contact with his. She can feel him between her legs, hot and heavy, but she won't touch him. Not this time. She needs him inside her, needs him to fill those places inside herself that she's never been aware are quite so empty until now.

"Are you…" he starts to ask, but his voice trails off and he clears his throat.

"I don't know," she admits. She's half terrified, half excited. She worries about pain, about bleeding, about how things will fit together and if she'll please him.

He leans up and kisses her. "May I?" he asks, as his hand drifts lower, comes to settle on her thigh. She knows what he's asking and after taking a deep breath, she nods.

Well, she thought she knew what he was asking, because he doesn't try to line himself up with her. Instead, he brings his fingers up to her center and touches her there. It's soft, tentative, but enough to make her jerk in surprise.

"What…" she starts to say.

"Oh is that…" He pulls his hand back.

"No," she says, reaching down to grip his wrist. "Keep going. It just surprised me, is all." She wants to hide her head on his shoulder. She can feel the heat on her face, knows she must be bright red. Is it always like this, she wonders. Her experiences are limited to accidentally stumbling on some of her fellow scavengers in the back alleys of Niima Outpost and a few frank discussions with some of the older women about what to expect.

Pain, mostly. Especially her first time.

Men who didn't care about her pleasure.

They talk of getting themselves off after, and Rey learns how from listening to them talking about such things. She knows how to pleasure herself. As it turns out, it's not even remotely the same as having Ben's fingers touching her there. She finds she wants to spread her legs further, and she does, pushing herself into the finger that he's drawing through her folds.

"I love this," he says quietly as he continues his ministrations. "How wet you are. How soft and slick." He draws his finger up and hits that spot. She lets out a small gasp and he smiles. "There? Did that feel good?" He brings his finger back up there and circles around it carefully.

"Yes," Rey just barely gets out. "More…"

He presses a little harder, moves a little faster. Rey can't help the small gasps that escape her, the little keening moan when he hits just the right spot with just the right amount of pressure. And then he brings his other hand up and insers a finger inside her.

And they both groan.

"Oh, kriff, Rey," he murmurs.

"Yeah."

He pushes the finger in and out a few times, moving it in time with his other hand. This is all new. She can feel her own orgasm building, can feel her body drawing tighter. She wants more. Faster, harder, just more.

And he must hear that through the bond, because he presses a second thick finger inside her, stretching her slightly and it may be the most glorious thing she's ever felt. Her body draws tight and she's close…so close.

But she stops him, reaching out to put her hand over his wrist. He pulls back with a confused noise in the back of his throat.

"Not like that," she says.

He's watching her and his eyebrows are drawn low over eyes that are dark, pupils blown wide. "Rey?"

"I want you inside me. Now."

The confusion is replaced by a look of desire so feral it almost takes her breath away. He nods then, reaching out to grasp his cock in one big hand. She pulls up further on her knees, crawling a little closer to him.

She watches his face as he presses the tip against her, and she winces. "A little to the right…my right." She lets out a soft laugh.

"Sorry," he murmurs.

"Let me?" she asks, and he nods, releasing his cock from his grasp as she wraps her hand around it. This time she has it lined up correctly and for a moment they're both staring at each other, hazel eyes meeting brown.

"You control it," he says, bringing one of his hands up to cup her face.

She leans down to kiss him softly, and while her mouth is still pressed to his, she lowers herself. Just a little bit. She can feel the head of his cock slipping into her, and she takes a deep breath. It burns a little, the stretch of him in there. His fingers were large, much larger than herself, but this is larger even still.

Pulling back from the kiss, she studies his face, the slight sheen of sweat, the hands that shake a little. He doesn't seems to know what to do with them for the moment, cupping her face, then settling on her shoulder and finally coming to rest on her hips.

She presses down a little more and winces. It doesn't hurt, not exactly, but it feels a bit like stretching muscles that have lain unsed for her entire life. She holds still, then pulls up a bit, letting all but the tip slide out before she goes further.

Ben is breathing hard and his eyes are wide.

She does it again, pulling up and pressing down until he's finally seated as far in as he can go. "Kriff, Rey…" He looks down at them, where they 're joined. She does too, can just see where his large cock has disappeared inside her…inside her body. She's holding him inside her and it's…it's…she doesn't have the words for it. She feels full in a way she's never felt before. She feels the dyad they are now, the two halves of one soul.

They're joined now.

Forever.

It's as lasting a bond as any marriage, perhaps more so judging by the few marriages she's seen in her life.

She can feel the bond wrap around herself, pull him close to her, and when she lifts herself up and presses down again, taking him in easier this time, it pulls tighter.

Ben groans, hands gripping at her hips harder. It almost hurts and she fears she may bruise a little, but she finds she doesn't want him to let up the pressure there. She likes that he's lost so much track of what he's doing, that he has no clue about his own strength in that moment.

He's absolutely lost in her as she continues to move on him. The stretch goes from uncomfortable to something that makes her all shivery inside the fsater she moves.

"Oh kriff, Rey, this is…" His hands dig in a bit more. "I don't think I can last."

She puts cups his face in hier hands, draweing him up to her as she continues to move. "Then don't."

He shakes his head and swallows hard. There's this look on his face. Jaw clenched, eyes a little narrowed. And then he takes one of his hands off her hip and moves it to between their legs, right to where they're joined.

His thumb feels around and she knows what he's trying to do. And he's almost there, almost in just the right place. She reaches down and guides his thumb to right where her clit is, then leans forward as he starts to softly rub around it. "Harder," she says into his ear and he thrusts up into her in response.

"Kriff!" she shouts.

"You like that?" he asks.

Yes, she answers through the bond. She can't manage to get the word out, her mouth opened in a pant, her eyes shut. He presses harder into her clit, his thumb moving in time with his thrust up into her. Keep going…

Her body is drawing tight again, like it was before, only more. The feeling of his cock dragging along her insides, the feel of his thumb pressing into her clit. And then he moves it faster, just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of speed, and it's all she can do to hang onto his shoulders as her orgasm rips through her.

And it's like nothing she's ever experienced, that feeling of him so deep inside her as she comes. She doesn't realize there are tears flowing down her cheeks until one drops onto his shoulder and she sees it there, making its slow way down his back as he continues to thrust.

But then he grabs her around the waist and with no preamble, nothing more than a growl in the back of his throat, he flips them. Her back hits the ground hard, but she barely noitces, her legs opening and allowing him to enter her again. He does so with one quick stroke, thrusting in right to the hilt.

She lets out a scream.

He grips her around each hip, lifting her slightly as he thrust into her, faster, harder. She's watching when his thrusts start to falter and is surprised to see tears in his eyes as they open and meet hers.

They're staring into each other's eyes as he comes, and the Force flows over and around them. For a moment she loses track of where she is, who she is. They're two bright points of light in the Force, blazing with the beauty of a thousand stars.

She's pretty sure she stops breathing.

She's pretty sure they're one at that moment, lost in each other as the combine to be something somehow more than either of them separately.

But then the world comes rushing back and Ben collapses half on top of her. His body is shaking and she realizes that they're both crying, tears flowing freely as they cling to each other. He's still inside her, they're still joined, and she needs to catch her breath from all that just happened.

Ben wraps his arms around her again and shifts so that he's laying on his back with Rey on top of him. His cock slips out of her and she feels strangely empty at that. He's still holding her tight when he speaks again. "I thought I'd lost you," he murmurs into her hair.

She pushes up to meet his eyes. Her hand follows the tracks of his tears, catching one more as it leaves his eye. One of his hands comes up to brush her tears away to. Her voice is a whisper when she responds. "I know I did."

He nods and they embrace again.

"Never again," he promises. "We'll never lose each other again."

"Never," Rey echoes. "I swear."

Ben wraps his arms around her and pulls her head down to his chest. She tucks her head in there, just beneath his chin, and feels as his breath evens out.

She's asleep a moment later, safe and secure in everything they are. They're not alone. Not anymore. And she knows they'll never be apart.