Planet Adarlon- Outer Rim:
Before even opening her eyes, Rey felt a throbbing pain spreading from the base of her neck to her forehead. In fact, her whole body was hurting. She felt like a battle tank had run over her. She was lying in the main cabin aboard the Falcon only wearing her underwear. Propped up on her elbows, the recent events gradually came back to her memory.
Their escape from the palace, the plunge from the top of the waterfall, her friends coming to rescue her, Maz falling under blaster fire, Ben and Viri Pax…
The Knight of Ren had knocked her out without her being able to do anything, so she had no idea what happened next.
Suddenly she heard the stridulations of R2-D2 and the familiar whining of C-3PO in the hallway. The door opened and the droids appeared on the threshold.
"Miss Rey, you are finally awake! Praised be the Creator!" the golden robot exclaimed.
The little astromech beeped and rotated his dome-like head to signify that he was happy she was safe.
"Glad to see you too," Rey replied, sitting on the bunk. "How did I end up here? Are Ben, Finn and Rose here? And Maz? How is she?"
The young woman tried to get up but she was slightly dizzy and had to stay seated.
"Miss Rey, I think you should lie down. Kylo Ren told us that you had suffered a …"
"Where's Ben? And where are we?"
"In the Outer Rim, on a planet called Adarlon," C-3PO retorted. "Kylo Ren is…"
"Ben," the young woman corrected immediately. "His name is Ben…"
The droid was still upset about having to use the birth name of Leia's son, so he waved his arms before explaining that "Ben" had managed to get them off Naboo right under the nose of the First Order. However, all four had been incredibly fortunate not to end up scattered on the outer reaches of the cosmos.
He then went on to tell her everything she had missed. Finn and Rose had stayed on Naboo and had apparently been able to return to the refuge with Maz, the queen, and her maid. Solo had defeated Viri Pax in single combat and returned with her, unconscious, to the Falcon.
"Where is he?" she asked again.
"Oh, outside I think, he said he had to check the thrusters. We suffered some damage when the hunters shot us and …"
But Rey was no longer listening to him. Her discomfort was over and she went to get her dry clothes from the small bench near the bed. She quickly put them on and left the cabin, the droids on her heels.
"Miss Rey!" C-3PO exclaimed, "You should rest a little more!"
The scavenger arrived at the lowered ramp. "Stay here," she ordered the droids.
The two robots obeyed and watched her exit the ship without protest.
"Bipdupddupbip," the astromech trumpeted, and C-3PO nodded.
"You're right, my good friend, better leave them alone. I think they have a lot to discuss."
OooooO
A warm, light breeze caressed her face. If Rey hadn't noticed the one bright sun in the middle of the azure sky, she might have thought they were still on Naboo. The Falcon had landed on a hillside, overlooking what appeared to be a village stretched out for a few kilometers at the bottom of the valley. The dwellings were curious, small white cubes with whitewashed walls nestled in the heart of the green landscape.
Rey went around the freighter. No sign of Ben. She began to scrutinize the surroundings and, thirty meters further on, under the immense branches of a willow, she saw his imposing silhouette.
She hesitated for a moment before walking slowly towards him.
She had been stupid. Stupid and reckless. And she had failed. She had wanted to spare her friends, protect Ben ... But she'd just managed to put them in even more danger. Maz had been injured, perhaps fatally ...
Rey felt tears rise and guilt sheared her heart. Slowly, she drew aside the curtain of hanging vines to find him sitting cross-legged at the foot of the trunk. His eyes were closed and he was breathing quietly. He was meditating.
The young woman watched him without moving, her heart beating loud and her hands shaking. She held her breath, knowing that he must have felt her approach. The bond opened, quite naturally, and she was quickly overwhelmed by the tumultuous flow of his emotions: disappointment, sadness, anger, but also relief.
She wanted to speak but the words got stuck in her throat. She was so ashamed and she was so scared. Could he feel how sorry she was?
"Why?" Ben's deep voice echoed under the green canopy and made her flinch.
His eyes were still closed, and she no longer knew if she should stay there or take the opportunity to run away. Long seconds passed before she found the strength to answer.
"I'm sorry."
It was pitiful. She was pitiful.
"I ... I didn't think. Landing on Naboo to save Maz was my idea. I didn't want anything to happen to you, Finn and Rose and …"
"I almost lost you near the waterfall. Viri Pax would have killed you."
"I know, I …"
"There is something else."
Of course there was something else. And she owed him the whole truth.
"When we were both asleep, there in the refuge, I don't know why or how but I had access to this memory or this… intention that you had," she confessed. "The possibility of regaining your place in the First Order and …"
Ben finally opened his eyes and stared at her intently. Rey felt herself sucked into the bottomless pit of his dark pupils. He understood what she was referring to and he didn't contest it.
"And I was afraid that you…"
She wasn't even able to finish her sentences. Pitiful… She knew she had ruined everything, that she had trampled on the trust he had placed in her.
"That I'd give in to the Dark Side again," he finished the sentence for her.
Tears were flowingrunning now, abundant and burning along her cheeks. She contemplated Ben's face, still calm and impassive.
"I am so sorry…"
This time, Rey's words were drowned out by a sob, and Ben stood up suddenly, rushed straight at her and took her in his strong arms. She clung to his tunic as if her life depended on it and squeezed with all her might, wanting to melt into the smell of his skin and the warmth of his chest. She gave herself up completely, not wanting to hide anything anymore, and shattered all the barriers that divided her mind from his. Ben was overwhelmed by her gift; she could feel his heart pounding against his rib cage. His huge body flinched against hers and she couldn't help shivering.
"Damn it, Rey, you scared me so much."
She welcomed his confession as a deliverance, and all the muscles of her body relaxed. They remained glued to each other for a long time without speaking. Ben kissed her hair and slid his hands under her jaw to raise her head and capture her lips, giving her a passionate, desperate kiss.
She was alive. She was with him in safety, and he was forgiving her.
Rey sighed against his mouth, her fingers lost in Ben's dark locks. When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers, and followed with his fingertips the line of the braid that ran from her temple to her neck. A smile appeared on his lips and he murmured:
"I like your new hairstyle."
The young woman let out an amused hiccup. She stroked his cheek and placed her two hands flat on Ben's chest, before descending lower and then going up along his arms to his shoulders.
"C-3PO told me you fought with Viri Pax. Are you OK? Did he hurt you?"
"I'm fine, what about you?"
"I was surprised by his attack. I felt a sort of blast lift me up and propel me back."
"His speciality. He used the Force to create shock waves. We have nothing more to fear from him now. But you have to rest and eat something. I'm going to get supplies in town, okay? You wait for me in the ship and try to sleep a little."
Rey nodded and he kissed her again before taking her by the hand to drag her after him into the Millennium Falcon.
OooooO
Aboard a Y-Wing Starfighter - somewhere in space:
"Stop being such a spoilsport, BB-8! I'm telling you that everything will be fine!"
The little droid, snug in his reserved location just behind the cockpit, continued to grumble in his electronic lingo.
"Sorry but this t…t…time, I agree with Roundy here," retorted the man sitting next to him.
"Take care of activating this device, OK?! We're going to leave hyperspace in two minutes and we will no longer have any real room for error."
"As if I wasn't aware of that!"
"So is it ready?"
"Yes, it's good. Don't panic, pilot!"
"So for your information, I'm Poe Dameron, and my droid up there is BB-8. And you, what's your name?"
"Oh… let's say you can call me DJ."
"DJ? Are you kidding me?"
"If you p… p… prefer to continue with 'kriffing traitor' or 'codebreaker,' that suits me too."
The little robot above their heads beeped twice to indicate that the time had come, and all of Poe's muscles tensed.
"OK hold on, it's gonna shake! Ten seconds to avoid shots from turbolasers, right? Child's play."
DJ pressed a series of buttons and the LEDs on his device all turned green. Poe lowered the lever in front of him and the Y-wing shook slightly before emerging in the middle of the First Order armada.
Aboard the Finalizer:
Captain Peavey was talking with the members of his staff on the Finalizer bridge when Sergeant Thanisson raised his head from his console to alert him.
"Captain! A Y-wing starfighter has just emerged from hyperspace near the ship!"
"What?" the officer exclaimed.
He hurriedly crossed the bridge to come and stand beside the young soldier.
"His shields are up."
Kriff…They didn't need that!
Ground troops had just been attacked. The queen had escaped with the help, it seemed, of several members of the Resistance, and Lord Viri Pax had been killed. The Supreme Leader was going to be furious. Peavey wouldn't give much for Hux's head when the latter arrived back on Naboo. Kylo Ren must already know that one of his knights had died and that the prisoners had managed to leave the planet - and this time, the redhead couldn't put the blame on anyone else.
"He's rushing straight at us, Captain!"
The last time a Resistance starfighter had faced the First Order's fleet, it was piloted by Poe Dameron. The man had seized the opportunity to destroy the surface guns of one of their battleships because Hux had stupidly let him approach without reacting.
He, Captain Peavey, wouldn't make the same mistake. He was in charge of the leading destroyer in the absence of his superior, and he intended to get rid of this rebellious vermin before it had time to cause any damage.
"Send our TIEs, now!"
"Okay! Let's go for a little dance!" Poe cried.
The Y-wing began to zigzag to avoid shots from turbolasers. Dameron was flying low along the body of the dreadnought, and BB-8 was bustling behind the cockpit.
"How long?" he yelled to DJ, his hands clenched on the steering column.
The code breaker was busy fiddling with his machine, his eyes riveted on the small gauge indicating that the loading of the data was proceeding as planned.
"It's not ready yet!"
"You said ten seconds!"
"Yes well, it's taking longer than expected! The ship's shields slow down the data transfer."
"Kriff!" the pilot cursed, just before performing a splendid loop.
The stridulations of BB-8 suddenly became more alarmist. A squadron of TIE fighters burst onto the scene behind them and began to fire. The Y-wing took several hits, but the shields absorbed the impact.
"Hold on BB-8, it's almost over!"
Poe knew there was no point in firing back. There were far too many of them and he hadn't come here for that. He flew past a couple of cannons and continued on his way, approaching dangerously close to the hull, in the hope that his pursuers would not dare to risk touching their own ship. But the fighters didn't seem to care and continued shooting at them.
The pilot felt adrenaline rushing through his veins and peered out of the corner of his eye at the acquisition gauge of the device on DJ's lap, which was progressing far too slowly.
"F…f…five more seconds," the codebreaker stammered, and Poe put his left hand on the hyperdrive switch.
A final shock made them deflect and Dameron steered violently, avoiding one of the turrets.
"Now!" DJ shouted suddenly.
Poe pulled with all his might on the handle and smashed the button with his palm. The Y-wing rushed into the hyperspace tunnel and then disappeared from the viewscreen of the TIE fighters.
"They're gone, Captain."
Peavey let out a growl of frustration. With his eyes fixed on his screen, the young Sergeant Thanisson then thought, deep down, that being a superior officer in charge of one of the First Order's flagships was definitely a very difficult position to hold.
OoooooO
Planet Adarlon- Outer Rim:
Rey entered the cockpit and let herself down into the pilot seat. She had slept barely half an hour before being woken up by the gurgling of her stomach. Yet despite that, she felt unable to eat anything. She was so worried about Finn, Rose, and especially Maz.
She activated communications in an attempt to reach Haven. She absolutely had to inform the Resistance of what had happened on Naboo.
"This is the Millennium Falcon, do you copy?"
"Rey? Is that you?" Leia, on the other end of the channel, seemed both surprised and worried. "By the Force, where are you? We have been trying to contact you for two days!"
The young woman told her about her mishap on Naboo and the release of Maz and Megarana. Leia listened to her carefully before finally asking in a slightly trembling voice:
"Was Ben with you?"
"Yes, and he saved my life. He fought and killed one of his former disciples, a Zabrak named Viri Pax. But we had to flee aboard the Falcon, leaving the others on Naboo. They are safe in the Gungan refuge, but Maz has been injured. I'm so worried about her. We're unable to contact them because of the village's shield."
"We'll try to reach them, but it will indeed be complicated."
In turn, Leia informed her that Lando had landed on Arbra accompanied by the codebreaker who had betrayed them, and that Poe had decided to embark with the latter on a most perilous mission to try to hack the communications of the enemy fleet.
"Leia, this is madness!" the scavenger exclaimed.
"I remind you that we are talking about Poe. Do you really think I didn't try to dissuade him? And then do you really think you have the right to be mad at him, after what you just told me? You and Dameron are equally exasperating!"
As the young woman was about to respond, loud voices and intense hubbub were heard at the other end of the line, immediately followed by cheers.
"By the Force, they're back!" Leia sighed.
Rey relaxed then, happy to learn that the pilot was back, safe and sound.
"Listen, Rey, I have to go and greet them. If they've succeeded and if we now have access to encrypted First Order communications channels, I will contact you to keep you informed, okay?"
"Okay. Goodbye, Leia."
"See you very soon, Rey, and may the Force be with both of you."
Communication was cut off and the general's last words still echoed in her ears for a few moments.
May the Force be with both of you.
Leia was talking about her, but also about Ben.
Ben ...
He had been gone for a while already. The city was a mile or two from here, and he'd walked there.
The young woman's stomach let out a new complaint, and she decided to go take a shower while waiting for Ben's return.
The crew quarters had been renovated just before their departure from the base. Rey had convinced Chewie to give it back its primary function, instead of having it serve as a cargo hold. An "extra-large" bed had been specially designed for the Wookie, and ultimately he'd found nothing to complain about this notable improvement in his comfort on board.
Once out of the bathroom, Rey went to rummage in the low drawers under the bed and grabbed some underwear and a clean outfit: a simple sleeveless tunic and flowing pants that she adjusted to her size with a fabric cord. As she finished undoing her braids, her gaze fell on the bag at her feet. She sat on the bed and pulled a small table over to her, on which she emptied the contents of the satchel. The various components of Luke's lightsaber were still here.
She took out the spare parts and aligned them in front of her, as she had done so often on Arbra. She began to observe all the elements one by one, before focusing more particularly on the crystals. She then closed her eyes and felt the tenuous but persistent vibration that emanated from each of them. Their energy, their power were flowing through her. They only needed to be mastered in order to serve the Force and resonate with the entire Universe
But the insidious feeling of discomfort returned, sneaky and chilling, and an unescapable observation imposed itself on her. She no longer had the right to touch it. She wasn't deserving of it. She was the granddaughter of Darth Sidious, the Emperor, the monster ...
When she opened her eyes again, Ben was leaning against the doorframe. He was watching her without moving.
How long had he been there? She hadn't even felt him coming.
Slowly and hesitantly, he sat down next to her on the bed and placed a small package on the corner of the table. Then in turn, he examined the components in front of them.
"You were right," the young woman declared before letting out a long sigh. "You should take it back."
A few seconds passed before he decided to answer.
"I already have a lightsaber. This one is yours now."
"Ben, I can't."
"Why?"
"You know why."
"No, I don't know. Explain it to me."
A new silence settled before Ben resumed.
"Is it really necessary that I list, one after the other, all the reasons that make you completely worthy of using it?"
"I'm not a Jedi and I never will be."
"It's just a lightsaber, Rey, which has changed hands over the generations. It was not this object which decided my grandfather's fate or my uncle's, or forced them to follow the Dark or the Light Side. They are the ones who made choices, just like you made yours. You chose to help Finn and the Resistance, to save lives, to believe in me against everyone's advice. You have chosen the Light, but you also know that a bit of darkness lives in you. Darkness and Light are an integral part of us, Rey. Suppressing one or the other, repressing what we feel is not the solution. There is no 'good' side - I know this now. I understand it thanks to you. But also thanks to Snoke and Luke. The Jedi have gone astray. The Sith too. Nothing is all white or all black. Because, above all, we are just human beings. We love. We hate. And these emotions are inextricably linked. Throughout my childhood, I heard my family members say that my anger was harmful, that I wasn't allowed to feel rage. Then Snoke kept repeating to me that feeling pity or empathy was a sign of weakness. But I had the right. I had the right to feel everything. Just as I have the right to love you. So listen only to your heart just like I listen to mine today. You just have to rebuild this damn saber to defend what you believe in. That's all that matters. And no one is asking you to become a Jedi. Especially not me."
Rey felt the warmth of his arm brushing against hers. Even seated, he was taller than her by a good ten centimeters. She suddenly wanted to touch him and her hand went to rest on his cheek.
"It looks like you've thought about this a lot," she whispered.
"I had a lot of free time during these four months spent on Tatooine. Time to think about you, but also about everything I did before I lost you on Crait. I was wrong. I can't erase the past. I have to live with remorse and regret until I die."
She stroked his scar with her fingertips, and Ben pursed his lips.
She had to deal with her demons, and so did he.
She knew he would never forgive himself for what he had done to Han. But he had changed. And she hoped for his sake that the weight of his guilt would one day become more bearable.
"You're right," she finally admitted. "Neither can I change who I am and where I come from. I'm just going to try to be me."
"Excellent idea," he retorted, smiling at her. "It suits me perfectly."
Yes… he was right.
Just like him, she had to accept being afraid, being angry, having resentment towards the parents who had rejected her. She had to deal with her dark side and her terrible heritage. And she knew that the Light shone in her, dazzling and infinite. The Force was her ally and it did not judge anyone.
Rey couldn't hold back any longer and captured Ben's mouth. She was feeling alive, complete, and she shivered at the touch of his warm, full lips against hers. She was gladly taking everything he had to offer and she was ready to give him everything in return.
When they parted to catch their breath, Ben murmured, his forehead pressed against her cheek:
"You would actually make a terrible Jedi, Rey from Jakku."
"And you'd be an awful Sith, Ben Solo."
It was at this precise moment that the young woman's stomach grumbled again, snatching a little laugh from Ben.
"I think you're hungry."
She shot him a mischievous look. "I'm starving, yes."
He then grabbed the package on the table and pulled out a ring-shaped pastry. The sweetmeat was covered with a shiny, golden substance, which began to run down along his fingers. The scent was wonderful, and she couldn't help but smile when Ben placed the appetizing ring in front of her mouth.
"Eat," he ordered.
Ben didn't have to say it twice. She bit into the donut and it was an explosion of flavor on her tongue. It was sweet and tender, with floral and spicy notes. Never had Rey tasted something so good. She had just bitten off a piece of pure sunlight, and she closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a small moan of ecstasy. After swallowing, she ran her tongue over her lips to make the pleasure last a little longer while Ben gobbled up the rest of the cake. His fingers were still raised and covered with honey. Rey gently grabbed his hand, guided it to her lips, and began to lick the sweet liquid very slowly off his thumb, looking him straight in the eyes.
In the cabin, the temperature suddenly rose by several degrees and a new glow lit up in Ben's dark eyes. Rey had seen this glow in the past. He'd had the same look on board the Falcon just before kissing her in the cockpit. The same also in their room, under the lake, when she had unbuttoned his pants, and Rey couldn't resist any longer. She let go of his hand to claim his lips, and her tongue immediately searched for his. Ben greeted her open-mouthed and trapped her in his arms as if she might escape him again. They kissed passionately, languidly, until they ran out of breath.
"I'm not going anywhere this time ..." she whispered.
"It would be better," he retorted, pointing his hand towards the entrance to the cabin.
The panel slid suddenly and the door locked.
"R2 and 3PO?" she asked, unable to detach her mouth from his skin.
"I told them that if they bothered us, they would end up in pieces, just like your lightsaber."
Rey chuckled and Ben began to explore her neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses along her throat. Then he went up to her ear and the tip of his tongue slid along the outline of her earlobe.
The young woman felt a gentle heat building between her legs, and the muscles deep in her belly contracted deliciously. Groping a bit, Ben managed to spread the sides of her tunic and untie the cord of fabric that was holding up her pants. Her clothes ended up on the ground, leaving her in only her panties. Ben's shirt went to join the heap - his trousers too. Then he began to caress her everywhere, slowly, with precision and application. Rey let out a sigh of contentment. Her skin tingled with excitement whenever Ben's gigantic fingers brushed her body. His lips, insatiable and greedy, lingered on her collarbone before descending to her breasts and gently sucking on her nipples, one after another. An intense thrill ran through her from head to toe. He was so tender, so warm… It was amazing. His lips on her. The scent of him.
Soon, she found herself lying on her back, in the middle of the bed. He positioned himself above her, his immense body propped up on his forearms to better contemplate her.
And then the bond opened.
"Do you feel it?" he whispered.
"Yes," Rey replied, out of breath.
Ben's hand slid slowly down her belly, made a detour to caress the top of her hip and finally reached her core. The fabric of her panties was hot and damp.
Damn, she was soaked. Soaked for him…
So he started touching her here too, and he saw her close her eyes and groan. She was beautiful when she let go. Perfectly clear images suddenly appeared before his closed eyelids. It was unbelievable - he was in her head, seeing exactly what she wanted him to do to her. She wanted his fingers to continue to caress her like that, then higher and a little more to the left… And above all she wanted him to finish undressing her.
Ben hastened to comply and stepped away from her to bring Rey's panties down to her ankles. He then caught another thought, which finished igniting his senses. She was wondering how it would be to feel if his lips and his tongue took over from his fingers, there, between her legs.
Rey's eyes widened when she saw him kiss her calf, her knee, then higher ...
What was he planning to do? Oh...
Rey's reflex was to close her legs. But Ben was now gripping her hips firmly to hold her in place and her thighs stumbled against his huge forearms. His mouth was incredibly close to her center, and he raised his head to challenge her gaze without moving a millimeter.
By the Creator, she had never felt so embarrassed and excited at the same time. Her cheeks were on fire and her heart was about to explode.
"Ben, you don't have to …" she exhaled, but he cut her off.
"May I?"
May he? What a question!
She didn't have the opportunity to answer out loud. Ben's tongue slid over the little hypersensitive bundle of nerves at the center of her dripping folds, and a wave of extreme pleasure consumed her entirely. Her hands twisted in the sheets and she began to moan, unable to hold back.
It was even better than she had imagined and, all decency forgotten, she spread her legs as much as possible.
Ben knew exactly what to do. He was reading her like an open book. He sensed her pleasure as if it were his own, and his blood surged molten hot through his veins each time she let out a groan of ecstasy. His cock was pulsating painfully, compressed in his underwear.
It was unreal how good she tasted. Ben was in torment, carried away by her sensations as she barrelled toward her peak. When her hips began to undulate against his mouth in time with his licks, he had to temporarily block their connection so as to not explode here and now against the fabric of his boxers.
The tension rose again and, suddenly, Rey fell over the edge.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried, carried away by the violence of her orgasm.
Ben, lips shiny and eyes bright, looked up to admire her. She was so beautiful, with her hair disheveled, her eyes closed, and a smile on her lips. Her cheeks were on fire. She looked like a goddess.
"That was …" she breathed, finally letting go of the sheets to grab him by the neck and force him up to her, kissing him passionately.
Ben let their bond open once again, and Rey's hands moved down along his broad chest to reach the elastic band around his waist. She released first his buttocks, then his throbbing cock emerged from the underwear imprisoning it.
"I need all of you, now," she gasped against his mouth, caressing his hardness.
She looked down and, just like during their first attempt on Naboo, she took the time to examine the shape and size of him. He was thick, soft against her palm, and a small translucent drop pearled at the top when she slowly pulled her hand up.
He liked this, she could sense it.
Ben's heartbeat increased and Rey's belly started to heat up again. She had just come, but she wanted more. And above all, she wanted to share this with him now, so she continued to touch him. The swollen tip of his cock disappeared for a moment when she squeezed her fingers up his shaft again, and so did the drop. Ben couldn't restrain a hoarse moan, which made her shiver from head to toe. Then she moved her hand down, and the velvety head was reappeared again, pink and enticing.
Ben was on his knees, shaking between her thighs, and he had stopped breathing.
"I need you inside me ..." she begged.
She was giving him her consent and he was happy to comply. He grabbed his cock with one hand to lubricate the tip against her wet folds. His mouth was only a few millimeters from hers. His black locks were falling in front of his eyes and he felt her shiver under him like a star about to implode.
"You're ready this time," he breathed against her lips before slowly sliding into her.
The young woman whimpered, and Ben's body exulted.
"By the Force, Rey …"
She was still so tight and warm. Their first time had been disastrous, but now she was relaxed and open. He watched himself push inside her, inch by inch, and he saw that Rey was watching too. It was incredibly erotic.
"Rey, it's …"
"I know."
Nothing could stop them now. Rey wanted absolutely everything from him: his body, his soul, his light as much as his darkness. Then he started to move, slowly, in a delicious back and forth and the sensations were unleashed.
Everything merged. Their minds, their respective pleasures, their breaths. Around them the universe disappeared while their bodies exulted in perfect symbiosis. He caressed and kissed her as if she were a precious and fragile creature to be taken care of. It was so good. It was soft and tender, and he held back as best he could.
"Are you OK?"
"Yes, faster please," she whispered, raising her knees a little more against her chest.
The young woman's throat was dry from moaning. Her clit was rubbing divinely against Ben's lower abdomen and she grabbed his ass to encourage him to continue. She was not fragile and she wanted him to know that. Ben accelerated the pace and Rey's body arched a little more. So he went harder, tearing out little cries from her as her hips now moved in time with each of his thrusts. They were perfectly coordinated, their connection was incredibly effective, and Rey let out an ecstatic gasp when Ben, with a powerful thrust, moved her a good ten centimeters up the bed.
"Rey, by all the stars, I …"
Ben's heart was beating too fast. His cock was burning, slipping wonderfully against Rey's inner walls, and she was shuddering under him. She felt full of him, adored, and her pleasure increased, impossible to stop. It was electric, transcendent.
"I think I'm going to come again," she cried, between two groans.
Her whole body was molten. Ben was hammering her now against the mattress, mercilessly and unrestrained, and she reveled in hearing his raspy breath against her neck.
She was him and he was her.
She felt the semen rising up his shaft, ready to fill her up when the unbearable tension was released.
He almost feared the wave that was growing inside her, and which promised to sweep away her reason and everything else in its path.
The table near the bed began to vibrate, as did every inanimate object in the cabin. The blue crystals glowed brightly and the Falcon's walls were now shaking too, but Ben and Rey didn't even notice. They were both covered with sweat, eyes locked on each other, fingers entwined, and on the verge of breaking.
"Ben!" Rey yelled and suddenly, without warning, the hurricane swept them both away.
They shared through the connection a dazzling climax. Ben poured into her, shouting her name. And Rey, short of oxygen, her mouth wide open, had the impression of having passed through a meteor shower, of falling again and again into the nothingness of the Universe.
They couldn't have survived that. It was impossible. They must have become one with the Force, just like Luke had, and they were pure energy now.
But Rey understood that she was mistaken when she felt Ben's body tilt sideways to fall back against her side with a thud. Her wonderful lover was still trembling. He kissed her forehead tenderly before taking her in his arms and hugging her tightly.
They were exhausted, still a little dazed, and they remained silent, letting their breaths calm and their minds slowly return to their bodies. The feeling of completeness was sublime and they both floated in a soothing and peaceful twilight, between Darkness and Light, in perfect balance.
The sun had just set on Ardalon, and when Ben looked up at the cabin window, he could see the first stars twinkling in the sky as the sweet scent of Rey's hair filled his nostrils.
"I love you so much," he whispered, his mouth pressed against her temple.
"I love you too," the young woman replied before wedging her head in the crook of his neck, closing her eyes and falling asleep with a smile on her lips.
OooooO
He was gorgeous, sleeping on his stomach, his arm wedged under the pillow, the sheet just covering his ass. Sitting at the edge of the bed, in her panties and bra, Rey had an unobstructed view of his broad and muscular back and she struggled internally not to slip against him again and gently pull him out of his dreams.
How would she manage not to jump him at the slightest opportunity now?
The low heat in belly had returned. Ben's body, so perfect, half covered there so very close to her, was a real call to lust.
No Rey, come on, focus!
She had just installed the transmitter correctly in the matrix, at the junction between the handle and the blade. The activation button and the dimetris circuit connection strips were in place, as was the lens. Now she needed to place the crystals in the energy chamber. And that's where her power was supposed to come in, and where she failed every time. She knew the instructions by heart. She had read and reread them hundreds of times in one of Luke's books. It was not possible to touch the crystals to insert them into the heart of the lightsaber. To finish the saber and make it her own, she had to "tame" the crystals and connect them, using the Force.
Rey took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
That's it, breathe ...
First, she heard Ben's heartbeat, and then the different sounds of the ship: the buzzing of the generator, snatches of discussion between C-3PO and R2-D2 in the lounge. They were debating the origins of the shock that had shaken the Falcon a few hours earlier. That made her smile.
Her spirit extended further and she immediately perceived the surrounding life and the Force animating every creature on the planet. The concert of all those voices in her head was disturbing, but she had to focus on one thing: the crystals. Isolate their signature, merge their power with hers and ask them kindly to please enter the energy chamber.
But it was not that easy.
On the table, the crystals were shining again and Rey could feel their heat spreading through her body. They had their own conscience. They wanted to know why she needed them.
Anakin Skywalker's lightsaber. I have to repair it.
Was she really talking to stones?
But the crystals were still questioning her. They were reluctant. They had doubts because she was not sure ... And suddenly, another voice interfered in the conversation. A deep, warm and soothing voice whispering in the hollow of her ear.
"Impose your will. Show them who you really are."
It was Ben's voice. He was awake. Eyes still closed, Rey shivered when she felt his hand caress her shoulder and slide down her arm. He was sitting right behind her, his chest pressed against her back and his solid thighs on either side of hers. His face was over her shoulder and his lips were brushing against her earlobe. His aura enveloped her, reassuring and familiar. The young woman frowned, intensifying her effort. The crystals began to vibrate stronger. She was almost there.
"To activate the crystals and make the saber fully operational, a Jedi or Sith must be at peace with himself and with the Light or Dark Side that inhabits him. He must have no doubt, no fear …"
Now she was no longer afraid - she was at peace with the light that flooded her heart and with the part of darkness lurking deep inside her. With her origins, with the future she wanted to build... She was claiming her rage, her affection for her friends, her new family, and her love for Ben. She would not blindly obey the Jedi precepts and she would never consent to follow the Sith doctrine. She would go her own way, make her own rules. The Force would be with her and she would serve it as best she could.
When she finally opened her eyes, the crystals were in place in the center of the energy chamber, and Ben put his chin lovingly on her shoulder.
"You did it," he whispered before kissing her cheek.
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