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Author's note: Ben returns the favor. In his very unique and unconventional way. ;)

"Open the door, Rey."

She stares at her little self in the mirror in front of her with wide, horrified eyes. She should have never tried to cut her hair all on her own. How will she ever able to face anyone again? "I promise I won't laugh…"

But there is nothing to laugh about now.

Rey shuts her eyes as she hears the voice outside her door. She sits on the floor with knees drawn to her chest, wanting nothing more than to reach out and do as he says. Only she can't. Her mind and logic and anything dignified left in her plead for her to be strong. Not to give in.

"Have I done something to make you feel uncomfortable? Because I wasn't aware…"

"No" she turns her head towards Ben's muffled voice. "It's not…that."

"Then there's no reason for you to hide. Open the door."

"I can't…"

"Why not?"

"Because I can't! Go to your office. Finish your work."

"I'm not going anywhere until you open this door."

"You're being stubborn."

"And you're being childish!"

Yeah, maybe. Rey can't remember sitting huddled like this in ages, feeling as if her chest is about to go super nova on her. Yet here she is. Watching the very core of her crumble in on itself.

"Rey, just…" There's a long pause and then a light thump on the metal door, "...let me in."

But that's just it. She can't let him in. She won't know how to let go of him again.

She sighs, letting her head fall back against the wall. "Ben…"

Another pause before the timber of his voice lowers. Becomes rich and smooth.

"Baby girl…don't do this."

Spreading like balm on her insides.

She presses her fingers to her eyes and thumps her head against the wall. How has she allowed this to happen? Let herself be dependent on the shifting of his voice. Allowed his desires and petulant wants to bleed into her, make her bend and twist to his every whim. This isn't her. This isn't the strong Jedi she has worked so hard to become.

All she longs for these days is to be in his presence. Breathe the same air as him. Feel his dark eyes on her. Rey wants to laugh at this cosmic joke.

She cannot resist him.

She is doomed.

Rey gestures with the Force and the door hisses open. He steps inside cautiously and his gaze falls on her folded figure. He stands before her, this giant of a man casting his shadow upon her.

"What are you doing on the floor?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She wipes at her welling tears because, seriously, how much lower can she stoop.

His face is solemn and he's looking at her as if he wants to chide her for doing something incredibly stupid. It makes her want to burry herself from shame.

"Get up."

"What?"

"I said get up. You're better than this."

She side eyes him. "Ben, go away. I don't feel like being lectured on…"

"Don't argue with me."

Rey looks to the side. She really, really wishes he would just go away and let her be. Let her crawl into some dark hole and lick at her wounded pride. Instead of hovering over her, ready to drag her out of her wretched hiding place from the very roots of her hair, judging from the expression on his face.

She clenches her jaw and gathers the remains of her pride. She slowly gets off the floor. She smooths away the folds on her shirt, straightens her body and raises her chin. And avoids, like hell, to look at him in the process.

"Why did you run away?"

"I didn't run away… I just, merely felt like I should just… leave you on your own for a bit because you seemed so… distressed."

"You're joking, right?"

"I… no."

He doesn't say anything back and she darts a quick glance at him to gauze his reaction. Which she immediately regrets because he's studying her with that look that does makes her want to run away.

"Rey."

Gods that voice…

She senses him take a step closer. "You know there is no point in hiding anymore," he says.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She takes a step back. Better keep her distance from him.

"Are you intimidated by me?" He asks a little surprised.

She scoffs. "No." It's a silly notion, really.

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"

A pause. "At times." Might as well be honest.

"Which times?"

She darts her eyes in his direction. His eyes on her are intense and very, very hard to read. "Like, right now."

He stills. And whatever concern was written on his features is replaced by something darker.

"Do you know why?"

She wraps her arms around herself and stares at the patterned designs of the carpet. "It's not important."

"Isn't it?"

He approaches her again and Rey steps back only to feel the wall against her back.

"What's important for you then?"

"I am a Jedi. I wield the Light side of the Force to help bring peace and justice to the galaxy. "

"Is that all you are? All that you want?"

Why does his tone of voice sound so foreboding?

"Yes."

He tilts his head playfully and looks at her like a cat would look at a mouse. And she definitely feels like one, now that her heart starts to patter against her ribcage so quickly. He crowds her in, no doubt wishing to dig his claws in to her.

"Than what is it that you want from me, Jedi?" She can almost hear him purr. "Why does your pulse rise and breath quicken when you're around me? Why do you let your want for me seep into the Force?"

She shakes her head, tries to look away. "I do no such thing…"

"Ah but you do…" he leans in even closer. "It's already seeping through your underclothes."

She swivels to face him all red-faced and appalled. Ready to shove him across the room if she has to. But he pulls away, satisfied with the reaction he got from her.

"You're attracted to me," he states simply, as if this is some kind of stupid experiment. And he has just gathered the results he has been seeking. "There is nothing wrong with that."

"I don't give into basal instincts," she grits. But he isn't deterred.

"When you're tired, you go to sleep," he says. "When you're hungry, you eat. It's just like any other instinct. There is no reason for you to be ashamed of it. Don't repress it. Control it."

She points her finger at him. Because how dare he speak of control when his lowly impulses and devastating emotions wreck everything that's worth saving in him.

"You shouldn't talk."

He takes a step back. But not because he feels threatened in any way.

"I don't want you to be like me, Rey," he says softly. And there is something heartbreakingly vulnerable in the way he says it. "I want you to be better."

He back steps towards the room's dressing table. It's a large, solid piece of furniture made of dark ebony wood, with a large mirror accompanying it that takes up a good part of the wall. He stands before it, looking at her.

"Come here," he dictates. "There's something I want to show you."

It's almost funny how easily her body obeys.

He extends his hand, gesturing for her to come stand in front of the mirror as he towers behind her, his tall broad frame a striking contrast to her slender almost delicate figure. Rey feels her senses scream in warning. Because the way his eyes burn behind that serious expression on his face, are dangerous, and should not be taken lightly.

"Look… What do you see?"

She attempts to move away, warily. "I don't want to play any more games with you."

"This is no game." He catches her eyes in the mirror.

She wills her features into indifference. Ok, fine. Whatever.

"I see you. And me."

He brings his head over her shoulder, not for a second releasing her reflection. "Do you want to know what I see?" He rumbles. His voice courses through her body making every nerve ending thrum with some kind of anticipation.

She tries to quench it. Refuse its very existence.

"I can see the innocent little girl you used to be. Resilient. Strong. And with the most beguiling of smiles…" he says softly. "Do you remember?"

It is the last thing she expects to hear from him, and she is completely unprepared for that pang of nostalgia that settles achingly in her chest. Rey blinks, feeling her eyes blur.

"I can see the powerful Jedi you have become," he continues with what sounds like reverence. "True and noble to your beliefs but fierce and deadly at the same time. A fighter that tries to save me in more ways than one."

Her throat tightens and her heart starts to pound. She turns her head lightly to look at him because his voice sounds so thick. Does he really believe what he says? She wonders. Is this what he thinks of her? Truly thinks of her?

But Ben is still staring at their joined reflection.

"I can see…" he trails off.

He shifts behind her and his façade starts to crack. Rey looks back at the mirror with this emotion that's starting to run rampant in her chest.

"I can see the beautiful woman you hide so deep inside you. Clever and charming and struggling to be released. You don't realize your potential… You don't let yourself rise."

Ben speaks with such intensity, such captivating passion that Rey can't take her eyes of him. His hands come to hover over the curve of her shoulders, a hair away from touching her. She can feel the heat radiate on her skin.

"You are such a beautiful woman, Rey, and you hide behind the warrior. You consider your femininity a weakness when it is in fact the nature of your strength. If being a warrior is all you want for yourself. If this is the life you want to live, that's fine…" He pauses almost as if he waits for a response. But she is unable to give one.

He leans in lightly, almost as if emboldened by her silence, roaming those dark eyes over her body. Tugging at her restrains. Willing them to snap. "But you can't tease me and touch me and look at me the way you do, and expect me to be unaffected. You don't realize what you do to me…"

He stops and slides his gaze back up to her face.

Rey realizes she cannot breathe.

"You don't realize the things you make me feel…"

He turns his head to look at her and Rey does the same. His face is so close and those lips just a breath away. Rey feels like she would do anything to just have a taste of them. Just for a moment. A heartbeat of her life.

But he doesn't grant her that. She leans in just as he moves away and stares back at the mirror.

"I want you to see how breathtaking you are. I want you to see what I see."

She blinks at him powerless.

"I won't hurt you," he continues hoarsely. "I won't touch you and I won't hold you back if you wish to leave. Do you understand?"

Rey nods.

"Say it."

"I understand."

"Good."

He takes a small step back.

"Turn and face the mirror."

"What?"

He tuts. "No questions. No talking. Do as I say."

She looks at their joined images again. Waits wide-eyed.

His hands rise and his fingers thread in the buns of her hair, removing the binders slowly. Almost ceremoniously. And she watches it fall on her slim shoulders wave after wave after wave in some kind of liberating notion or strange seductive undertone. It's hard to tell. He looks at her, face pressed lightly on her chestnut strands.

"Remove your belt."

Rey hesitates for a moment hands hovering over the fastenings of her belt but she empties her mind and does as he commands. He's promised not to hurt her. And she is free to leave whenever she wants.

But she chooses to remain in his presence…

There's a light thud as her belt falls to the floor.

"Now, your arm wraps. Slowly."

Rey realizes what he wants her to do. Like that night by the lake. No objections. And it's a strange thing this sensation she has, of being completely free and yet wanting to be chained to him.

She hears him voice articles of clothes one by one, pronouncing every syllable of them with perfect clarity, while she removes them with trembling hands and burning cheeks. She can feel her skin break into goosebumps when the cool air of the room clashes with his simmering gaze on her newly exposed skin, and Rey stands in front of the mirror in just her breast wrap and under clothe.

His voice is raspy when he commands her to take them off.

Rey hesitates again and reaches out to him with the Force. She expects him to snap shut but realizes to her surprise that he is leaving himself wide open. Allows her to sense him. His thoughts, his desires, his want.

There's a light tremble coursing down her body when she stands bare, and Rey finds herself wanting to cover herself from his unwavering gaze.

"No." He simply says. "I want to see all of you."

Her arms fall to her sides and Rey watches the quick rise and fall of her chest in the mirror. Awaiting nervously his next words.

"Now, put your fingers between your legs."

Her breath hitches.

His lips are next to her ear and his commands come out as a breath. "I want you to run them along the wetness of your cunt and find that sweet spot that will make your body clench and knees go week, and I want you to circle it and rub it until you can barely stand."

Rey realizes how throbbing and wet she already is. How right he had been all along about her body's reaction to him, without even laying a single finger on her. His eyes are fixed on her and she does exactly as he tells her to do, with a mind too numb to conjure any coherent thought. Her hand slips between her folds, as if she's in a dream, and her body jolts at the sensation.

"That's my sweet girl… "

Rey swallows as his eyes sweep over her frailness, as they consume her naked vulnerability and come alive.

"Touch yourself, Rey… Touch your body in all the ways you will never allow me to touch you for myself." He demands.

Rey shuts her eyes feeling embarrassed. But the way he says those words. The desperation hidden in his voice and this need that emanates from him it makes her feel…

She circles her fingers around that sensitive spot and he moans, he actually moans himself at the tingling sensation coursing deep inside her. She repeats the motion, again and again feeling this heaviness build down low. And all the while he watches dutifully, collecting her whimpers one by one as if they belong to him.

"Faster, Rey. Do it faster for me."

She does as he demands. Because, stars, how could she not.

"Harder, baby girl."

Rey obeys with a near sob. She glances at his reflection from hooded eyes just as his tongue licks at his lips. He looks as if he is absolutely starving.

"Now bury a finger deep inside you, Rey, get it slick enough so that you can…" His head dips in her shoulder and his hands hover over her thighs. She can feel his soft hair caress her skin and his hot breath come out in short pants. She's done exactly as she's been told she doesn't understand why… "Fuck, you're killing me," he groans. "I hope you know that."

Rey catches herself smiling, all flushed cheeks and dilated eyes. Because he makes her feel…

"Give me your fingers Rey, I want to taste you."

Her breath leaves her body at his command and her eyes widen. But she removes her fingers, glistening with her wetness, and raises them shakily to his parted lips, swallowing around a tight throat. She doesn't believe she'll be able to watch this unscathed. Her skin feels like it will go up in flames any minute now, and every ounce of reason has completely evaporated. He shuts his eyes as he takes her fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and lapping his tongue around them.

Too much.

It's so soft and wet and just too much, and Rey feels something empty inside her clench.

He pulls away licking his lips, seemingly satisfied for a moment before he fixes those dark eyes on her.

"I want to see more."

Rey slips her fingers back in place without being told twice.

It's maddening to watch her body respond to his thick voice and burning eyes with undulated pleasure. It collects and builds and grows inside her with every rub of her fingers, aspiring to climb up to a peak she's too afraid to reach.

Her other hand rises to her collarbone feeling the wild pulse of her neck. Her head eventually falls on his shoulder and then her whole body seeks support. Rey shuts her eyes.

She latches on to Ben in the Force.

But this time the Force has nothing to do with the sensations back at the villa. There are no crude thoughts or lewd feelings lurking in it. It pulses and throbs with intensity, desire and adoration, and fleeting ardent thoughts that Rey cannot fully grasp, as they all narrow down, inevitably, to one single, aching and wondrous emotion.

It emanates from him.

Rey's on the precipice. Ready to grasp it.

"Look at you…" The voice croons next to her ear. She opens her eyes. His expression is almost intoxicated. Lost. And it makes her feel…

"Look at how beautiful you are."

Rey floats, fingertips failing to touch that emotion. And then suddenly… A breath.

"Let it all go, Rey."

She falls.

Everything goes white.

Rey doesn't know how long her body clenches in ecstasy.

Her ragged breath is the first thing she begins to feel when she comes back to the world. That and the wild thud of a strong heart.

There's a low murmuring in her ear, soothing and gratifying and strong arms are lifting her from the ground. And she realizes she's being held next to a solid body, too paralyzed to stand on her own two feet. It supports her and comforts her and Rey wants to remain wrapped in its warmth forever.

She sighs. Long and deep. Releasing the troubles of a life time.

He carries her, she feels the rhythm of his heavy steps as her legs dangle loosely on his side. He's taking her someplace. It's dark wherever it is, and the only thing that she recognizes is the scent of his musk lingering in the air.

"Ben, is this your…"

"Shh…" he commands her once more. "Sleep. You're tired."

She feels cool, crisp sheets as her body is carefully laid on a soft mattress. And covered with the warmest of blankets. She can barely open her eyes. This heavy haze has settled in her mind and she knows it's not natural. Ben is using his powers over her. But it's too late for her to do something to stop him.

She slips into a restful place just as a comforting voice echoes in a dream.

"Rest, my love."

The boy caresses the hair away from her face.

Author's note: He is brutally direct, this boy, in comparison to Rey's way of coaxing him to eat. But maybe in his mind, it's his way of taking care of her. Who knows, he might figure out other, simpler ways to do that in the near future. Or would you rather he didn't?