A/N: Warning: Lemon in the first section of this chapter and the last section of this chapter. If you don't want to read, please proceed until after the first cut. Also, fair warning, this is the first time in a VERY long time I've written any NSFW content. Please be gentle. Also, shout-out to WhatSorceressIsThis for the 'potato sack' reference. I liked it so much I wanted Kylo/Ben to say it in this chapter. So he does. Happy reading everyone!

Chapter 21: Dangerous Night (to Fall in Love)

Rey paced back and forth in her bathroom. Barefoot and bare-legged, she walked around the cool tile floor, attempting to calm her nerves.

After getting back to her apartment, she had immediately done upstairs to change out of her ripped jean shorts and baggy T-shirt and hop in the shower. Once she was fresh and clean, she had laid out her new purchases on her bed as she determined which one to wear. The white was her favorite, flirty and not quite as revealing as the black body suit, but if her intention was to get Ben in bed with her, surely the black one would be more appropriate. In the end she went with it.

She hadn't been sure what time Ben would be back from his errands. He had said lunch time, but it was a vague notion and left too much time for her to start eroding a line into the tiles of her floor. It had taken her nearly ten full minutes to get into the body suit properly and another five minutes after that to fluff her hair out to look more appealing. Now, she was simply passing the time and attempting to burn off excess energy as she waited.

Maybe this is a bad idea , she thought as she worried her lip. After all, it wasn't as if she knew what she was doing. Seduction wasn't exactly her forte. Ben was the only man she had ever been intimate with. Despite her impossibly strong desire for him, she wasn't exactly sure how to pursue him. She had thought the lingerie would help boost her confidence and empower her to take the plunge. Alone in her apartment, she began to experience buyer's remorse over her decision to spend so much money in such minimal pieces of fabric.

The women she had seen advertised in the shop had been busty with flat stomachs and stick-thin legs. She was made of lean muscle. Compared to the abundant curves of those women, she was seriously lacking. Though the tie-up suit clung to what she did have, doubts circled her mind. Would Ben like it or would it only highlight how she had a boyish figure?

Rey continued to pace until she heard the familiar roar of the Vanquish's engine in the parking lot. Her mind immediately began to calculate how quickly she could strip out of the lingerie. It had taken far too long to put the get-up on. She wasn't confident she'd be able to get out of it any faster. As she was thinking about turning on the shower to buy her extra time, she heard the door knob turn downstairs.

"Sweetheart?"

Ready or not, here he comes.

Burying her anxious thoughts, Rey stepped out of the bathroom and called down to him. "Up here."

She heard Ben's heavy steps as he climbed be staircase. "Did you get back to sleep?" He asked as he ascended towards her. "I'm sorry I woke you up earlier. I didn't want to leave you without telling you where I was-."

He halted at the top of the steps, his mouth hanging slightly agape as he took in her appearance. Rey tried not to stare at the floor in reaction to his appeasing gaze. She couldn't read his expression, couldn't be sure what was going on in his mind, until he moved.

"Rey."

Her name left his lips as more of a strangled doing than an actual word. Before she could ask him if he liked it, he was crossing the room to her in a few long strides. Then his hands were on her hips, drawing her towards him, as his eyes drifted over her form, lingering on the cutouts in the lace-up portion.

Ben dropped to his knees, before her. He kissed each opening, bottom, left, right, top and so on and so forth, until he had worked his way up from her belly button to her breasts. He ran one finger along the cutout streaming across the top of her chest, then tugged on it. Her head tilted back, back arching slightly from the sensation of it. She never knew she could feel pleasure from such a simple, exploratory touch.

"God, sweetheart, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" He groaned, still on his knees before her. Rey felt a surge of relief wash over her. He liked it. She had made the right selection. She sighed, glad for it and for his touch burning across her bare flesh.

His lips traced a path back down through the woven front towards her center. Rey felt weak limbed and her hands grasped onto his silken hair, fingers tangling into the strands. When he kissed over her core, through the fabric of the body suit, she lost all ability to think clearly. She swayed on her feet, nearly falling into him.

"Ben," she cried, voice hoarse, as if she had been screaming. No doubt she would be soon enough.

He sensed her inability to stand and scooped her up. He walked them both over to the bed, carefully setting her down, his hands still on her, spanning across as much as her as he could. Seeing how broad his hands were, how much of her he could cover made her warmer. She felt the familiar heat of desire fill her, skin flushing all over in response to his attention.

"Ben." She said once more, quieter and breathy this time. "Please."

Her nerves were gone, eliminated by her overwhelming need to feel him, to obtain the elusive release she had been driven to claim since he had first kissed her at Rogue One. She grabbed his hands, pushing them down her body until they were on her upper thighs.

Suddenly he stopped, paused between her thighs, kneeling on the floor in front of her, as she laid on the bed. "Rey?" She propped herself up on her elbows, worried about the tremor she heard in his voice. "I…I've never done this before. I-I don't w-want to hurt you."

"Ben." She sat up, dipping forward towards him until she was able to cup his face. "You aren't going to hurt me. I want this. I want you." Her words must have reassured him, because he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in and when he opened his eyes again, his resolve had steadied.

"Say it again. Please."

With a nod, she repeated her earlier assertion. Apparently she wasn't the only one who had been worried about how this was going to go down. "I want this. I want you." Then, considering how his hands were trembling on her, she added, "Please, Ben. Please touch me."

Something snapped within him at her command. The slight shake on his hold stilled and he pulled her by her legs closer to the edge of the bed, until he ducked down to bring them over his shoulders. Rey gasped at the lift, feeling her center positioned before him. When he spoke again, any uncertainty was gone from his voice. He was once again the bold, self-assured man she had met in Kanata Kaffeine.

"I've got you, Rey. I'm going to take care of you, sweetheart. I promise." Ben leaned down, depositing another kiss this time on the inside of her right thigh, dangerously close to the seam of the body suit. He repeated the gesture on her left. Both kisses were gentle and loving, but Rey wanted more. She needed more.

Appreciating her insatiable state, Ben moved one hand off her thigh to run down her belly to her core, dragging his thumb last. While he drew a straight line down her body, he applied a bit of pressure to his final stroke, landing at her slit. Rey keened under his tease. His opposite arm wrapped around her leg, holding her down as she attempted to raise herself off the mattress.

Prying the bottom of the black lingerie away from the juncture of her thighs, he repeated the same gesture across her bare flesh. Rey left out another cry, her entire body rippling with sensations brand new and powerful. She had never expected for this to feel as glorious as it did. Knowing it was Ben who was able to generate this reaction from her, only made her feel more needy and desperate for release. A coil wound tight in her gut, pulsing with each second that ticked by.

Ben pressed his thumb against her core, before dragging it up and down a few times. Her hands, which had been at her sides, began fisting into the sheets to keep her from writhing around uncontrollably, as waves of heat rolled through her body.

"God, sweetheart, you're so wet."

Rey hummed in agreement, not entirely sure what she was agreeing to, but beyond the point of caring. All she knew was that she wanted Ben to continue to touch her and never stop. He pressed another kiss to her inner thigh, this one on her flesh where her leg joined her hip. Rey bucked up against his mouth, loving the sensation.

"So eager," he breathed against her. She nearly screamed in want when his exhale breezed over her bare lips. Had he been anyone else, anyone other than Ben Solo, she would have thought he said it in a smug fashion, but Ben — her Ben — spoke as if he was in wonder of every reaction she had to his touch, as if every move she made and cry he elicited was a gift.

"Ben. Please." Rey hated how desperate she sounded. She had never begged for anything before in her life. She had never allowed herself to stoop so low, but if that was the price she had to pay in order to have her boyfriend worship her, she'd gladly do it again and again, especially because he rewarded her almost instantly.

Inserting a single finger into her, both Rey and Ben let out loud moans. She felt her entire body stiffen as her interior walls gripped onto the digit. Unused to the sensation, she let herself shudder.

"A-are you alright?" He asked her, uncertain about her response, and removing the digit.

"Too hot."

Suddenly the bodysuit felt restrictive and she couldn't concentrate on anything but getting it off of her person. She angrily clawed at the fastenings, determined to remove it. Thankfully, Ben was far more coherent than she was. He carefully undid the collar at the top of the suit, before loosening the woven front, so she could slip out of the lingerie.

"Better?"

"Yes," she groaned, reaching for his hand. She pulled on his wrist, directing him back to her center.

The need to be freed from her body suit was rapidly replaced by her need to feel him inside her again. Ben began again with renewed fervor. He sunk in more sanguinely this time. Rey could feel the tip, then the first knuckle as he inserted himself, up until the palm of his hand was cupping her sex. She let out another moan, relishing how full she felt.

When she had been alone in Jakku, the idea of self-pleasure seemed to be a clear recipe for disaster. Considering she was rarely safe in the Plutt's house, she had never felt comfortable enough to try. Even when she had gotten older and the urges became regular, unlike her menstrual cycle, which was erratic due to her lack of nutrition, she never entertained the idea. Masturbation, while common among her peers, had never been a luxury she could afford, not with the lecherous looks she got from Plutt and his cronies.

Now, however, safe in her own home, those days were far from her mind. Her earlier fear had been replaced by blossoming pleasure, so wonderful it was indescribable. She felt as though she had never truly lived until this moment.

Within her, Ben began to move his finger, pumping slowly in and out of her, as her walls constructed around him, unused to the intrusion. At first, it was awkward, if not interesting, but as he picked up his pace, Rey felt the coil in her abdomen clench. Then he inserted a second finger. Her breathing started to come out in short bursts and her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. Her moans transformed into cries until she was chanting his name over and over again, like it was the only word in her vocabulary.

Glancing up at her between her legs, Ben's focused shifted from her center to her face. "You're perfect." He told her, as he bent his head down to kiss her stomach, his eyes never leaving hers. "So beautiful." Another kiss. "My girl."

Rey felt a crescendo of emotions at his praise. Timed with his thrusts and smoothed over with his tender kisses, she lost herself in him. With a wail, she came undone, her legs seizing up and her hands tightening around her sheets, before her body went slack on the bed. Her eyes felt heavy while her body was weightless. For several minutes she drifted in her post-orgasm bliss, too spent to do anything else.

She felt Ben withdraw his fingers. She heard him suck them clean, while he gently let her legs down. Then she felt the bed shift, as he joined her at her side. He brushed hair out of her face, leaning up on one arm to watch her come back to herself.

"How was that?"

"Amazing," she cooed, somehow finding the strength to roll on her side to face him. Once more she watched his face relax as her words brought him validation. She moved forward, kissing him to reiterate what she had already said. "You're amazing."

"I like this," he commented, his fingers reaching down to the floor to pick up the discard piece of lingerie. "Where did you get it?"

"Gatalenta's," she replied with a coy smile. "You said you needed to run errands so I ran some of my own."

"You certainly did." He laid down on his back, pulling her into his side so he could run his hand down her bare back.

"Where did you go?" She asked, resting her head against his chest.

"Into the city," he responded. "I have court mandated sessions with a counselor. I need to go once a week for anger management."

Rey had known he was teaching at Ahch-To due to his issue with Nines, but Ben hadn't mentioned his psychiatrist before. She lifted her head up to look at him. "Is it helping?"

"Yes," he grinned ducking his head to kiss her forehead. "It is, but being with you is far more fun."

"Well, I'm glad my plan worked."

He chuckled, nuzzling his face into her neck. "So you planned this, then?" He questioned.

"I couldn't wait any longer," she admitted.

"Me either." He settled back down, resting his head on one of her pillows. She was surprised to hear him say it. Despite his actions only minutes before, she hadn't been sure how he would react since he had been adamant about taking things slow. "It was killing me not to have you."

"Glad we're on the same page." Rey's gaze traveled down the length of his body, spotting the tenting in his pants when she zoned in on his pelvis. "Ben?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I… " she trailed off, unsure how to ask. It wasn't as if he hadn't just touched her in the most private of places, but suddenly the thought of asking him if she could return the favor scared her.

"Can you what?" He propped himself up to look at her, catching her looking at his erection. "Oh." His face fell. "Rey, you don't have to."

She recognized the nervous doubt in his eyes. It was the same image that had been reflected to her when she had looked in her bathroom mirror before he had arrived. He was scared of disappointment. After how he had taken care of her, she wanted to take care of him. It wasn't fair she was able to experience overwhelming pleasure and he wasn't. Besides, she was curious. She wanted to know how to bring him over the edge, the way he had brought her.

"I want to," she insisted. Placing her hands on either side of his broad form, she lifted herself off his chest and shimmied her way down his body. Once she reached his hips, she sat back on her heels and reached for his zipper. Ben grabbed her wrist just as she made contact.

"Rey, I haven't done this before."

She paused for a moment, taking in his expression. His eyes were blown wide and he wasn't nervous as much as he was… what was that? Shame?

As if reading her mind, he added, "This is the most I've ever done before w-with anyone. I'm a-."

"Virgin?" She offered.

He dropped his head back on the pillow with a groan. It wasn't like the sounds he had made earlier. This was a groan of pure frustration and humiliation. "I'm sorry"

"What? Ben, why are you apologizing?" Rey scooted back up towards him, so she could see his face from where he was resting on the pillow.

"I thought you'd want someone with more experience — someone who knows what the hell they are doing."

Rey's heart almost broke at his confession. He genuinely appeared upset over his status. She had assumed he had been with women before her. At first it had incited jealousy in her, but now that she knew he was a virgin, like her, she felt even more drawn to him. It was as if they had both waited until now to find one another and be together. As irrational as that sounded to her brain, her heart was dancing about her chest, convinced this was a sign they were made for one another.

"Ben," she called to him, placing one hand on the side of his face. "I'm a virgin too. What we just did — that was my first time ever doing anything like that before…with anyone. I'm glad it was you. I wanted it to be you."

He blinked and then his eyes focused on her face as she continued.

"If you aren't ready, we can wait, but I don't want you thinking I don't want you because you are a virgin. That's ridiculous. I want you because you are you. It doesn't matter to me if you haven't done this before. I haven't either. We can learn together. It's just us now. Nothing else matters. Just you and me. Together."

He nodded, one of his hands coming over to lay on top of hers as it rested on his cheek. "You're Ben. You're my boyfriend. My Ben. I'll always want you."

"God," he sighed, as he sat up enough to bring his lips against hers. "I love you."

Rey felt her heart skip a beat. "You… you what?"

Ben's face paled. "I-I-." He stammered, as if he hadn't realized what he had said until she questioned it.

She took a moment, turning the words over in her head. Ben loved her. Her. Rey Niima, the nobody from Jakku who had graduated with no job, no home, and no family to speak of. The girl who had had nothing until she had been inexplicably drawn to Tatooine and had met him. The girl who had punched him the first time they had fought and had wound up taking private lessons from him, only to fall in love with the man she had been certain would drive her from her new job.

Love.

Her brain and heart aligned on that last point and she found herself smiling the widest smile she had ever worn as she looked down upon him. "I love you too."

Ben's face stayed frozen for a second as he processed what she had told him. Then he was grinning back at her, a grin just as wide and just as vibrant as the one she wore.

"Say it again."

"I love you," she repeated.

He wrapped his arms around her, yanking her against his chest and kissing the top of her head. "I love you."

They both started laughing for no reason other than they were so filled with delight that a simple smile couldn't contain the buzz of happiness within them. When their laughter died down, Rey, still smiling, gave him a more serious look. "Can I touch you?" She glanced down at his still strained erection.

"Yes," he breathed, more relaxed now.

He watched, as she moved towards the end of the bed, undoing his zipper and freeing his member from the confines of his pants. It gave a little jump as her hand wrapped around it, still hidden by his boxers. Grasping the sides of his pants, Rey yanked them off, followed by his boxers until Ben was laying naked from the waist down on her bed.

She had seen a penis before in her high school health class and once in college as part of a fraternity's hazing ritual but by both accounts Ben was far larger. Rey supposed she shouldn't have been surprised. She had felt him before but it didn't compare to the sight before her. She sat next to his hips, reaching one tentative hand down to his massive manhood.

Recalling how he had used his thumb on her, she wrapped her hand around the top of his shaft and ran her thumb over the top. There was a sticky, clear substance already coating the top. She ran her thumb through it to coat the tip of his cock in the fluid. Ben's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Rey continued spreading the liquid down his shaft, before bringing her thumb back to the top to gather up move. When she did, Ben gasped and buckled into her hand.

"Fuck, Rey. If you keep doing that, I won't last."

Unsure how to continue, given this information, Rey threaded her fingers of her opposite hand in his. She guided him down to where she was still gripping his member. "Show me then. You promised to be my teacher," she reminded him with a flirtatious smile. "Teach me how you liked to be touched."

"You're going to kill me," he groaned, but he took her hand and positioned it lower on his shaft. Then he demonstrated how to pump up and down, keeping his hand wrapped around hers, while she was wrapped around him. He gave a few pumps, before he released her, allowing her the chance to do it on her own. Rey followed his example, changing her positioning and the timing of her movements depending on what sounds he made.

As she learned what motions elicited a moan and which ones had him lifting his hips off the mattress, she experimented with twisting her wrist as she pumped him. This was the most efficient way to get Ben to respond, always causing him to cry out either a curse or her name — sometimes both. She was too intoxicated by the power she held over him to notice how he began thrashing uncontrollably about, clawing at the sheets in the same manner she had. All too soon he was panting. She almost missed it when he warned her.

"Rey. Rey, I-I'm go-going to-."

He spilled over the top of her hand and across her chest and stomach. Rey stared down in awe of the white liquid pouring forth from him. It was nothing like the discussions she had had to sit through in sex education and it was a far cry from the stories she had heard in the girl's locker room after gym classes. Curious, she brought her hand up to her mouth, licking across her palm. The taste was salty, though not unpleasant. It was entirely Ben, which had her licking the rest off her hand clean, unaware he was watching her the entire time.

"Fuck." Ben was staring at her through half-lidded eyes. "Come here." He took hold of her wrist, pulling her to him so she landed against his still clothed chest. He brought her face down, kissing her despite the drying liquid on both of them. "I love you so much."

"Was it ok?"

"You're perfect," he told her, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"And all yours," she reminded him.

"Mine."

Kylo felt as though he was living in a dream. After a long shower — prolonged because he found it insanely difficult to keep his hands off Rey and they had decided to share to conserve water — they made a quick lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches. Their tryst had gone on longer than he had thought, leaving them precious little time to rest before Rey's afternoon classes.

When her alarm went off, he tightened his hold on her, drawing her against his chest as though he could pull her into himself. He didn't want her to go downstairs. He wanted to continue laying together in bed, basking in their post-love haze.

Hearing Rey tell him she loved him had been the high point of his day. Of course, coming back to the apartment to find her in a sexy one-piece was a very close second. He had never expected to walk in to a scene like the one she had waiting for him when he arrived at Ahch-To. He had wanted to see Rey in all black, and the image had not disappointed.

He was half-hard just thinking about it. Kylo planted another kiss on the nape of her neck. He loved kissing her. It didn't matter where. Each place was soft and smooth, just like Rey. It was all her and he loved each part equally. He still couldn't believe she was his.

"I have to get up." She told him, though from the sound of her voice, it sound as if she was having as much difficulty with their reality as he was.

"No." Kylo continued to hold onto her, whining like a petulant toddler. Rey laughed, peeling his hands off her before she slipped out of bed.

"You can stay here," she told him. "Probably easier than having to explain to your uncle why we both are smiling uncontrollably."

"Let him ask." He tried to grab for her, hoping he could convince her to stay in bed with him this time. Now that they had crossed the line on physical intimacy, he wanted to continue to explore.

"You don't mean that." She was putting on her workout clothes, covering up her perfect body. He closed his eyes, imagining how her beautiful tanned skin had felt under his touch. She was like a goddess, bronze coated and brilliant. He would never tire of her.

"I do," he argued, blindly reaching for her once more as he heard her walk past the bed to grab her water bottle.

"Ben!" He must have gotten close because she smacked his hand.

"Ow!" His eyes snapped to her and he feigned a grimace.

"You big baby."

"You hit me!"

"I thought that was why you wanted me?" She taunted he.

"Yeah, but now I have you. You're supposed to play nice."

"Oh?" Rey cocked an eyebrow at him. "Are you saying I wasn't nice earlier?"

"Mmm, I don't recall," he said, as he waited for her to get slightly closer.

Once she had, he snatched her and yanked her back into bed with him. He rolled them so she was pinned underneath him. He had never redressed, after their shower, so she was faced with his naked body. He planned on using it to distract her the way she was able to distract him with hers.

"Maybe you should refresh my memory?"

"What you should do is get dressed." She told him, pushing against his chest. He didn't budge.

"No."

"Ben!" She tried again, trying to act mad but failing when she laughed again.

"Rey."

"Solo. Move."

"Sweetheart. No."

"If you move, I'll give you a surprise later."

"Oh?" Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at her. He tilted his head as he studied her face to see if he could tell if she was lying to get out of his hold or serious. "And what pray tell would that be?"

"If I told you," she said evenly, "then it wouldn't be a surprise."

"Rey." He stopped propping himself up on his arms and dropped his weight on her. She laughed once more, carding her fingers through his hair as she reached up around his face. He loved the feel of her tiny hands against his scalp. It was so good he was practically purring under her touch. Kylo ground his hips against her, feeling how she melted slightly when he did. "Tell me. I know you want to."

"All I can tell you is that you'll like it, but you have to let me go now, before you make me late."

Kylo considered her offer and decided to push his luck. "I need more incentive."

Rey's eyes darkened and a rare smirk graced her lips. "Alright." The next thing he knew, she had slipped her hand between their bodies to cup his balls. Kylo jerked in surprise, when her other hand grabbed his shoulder to steady him.

"Shhhh, I've got you." She coaxed him back down to kiss him, while she massaged him. He couldn't contain the guttural moan that escaped passed his lips. The sensation was overwhelmingly good. No one had ever touched him there. He rarely spent any time on that part of his anatomy, but somehow Rey had discovered a pleasure point and knew how to use it.

Needing to feel her, he snaked a hand underneath her shirt and sports bra to fondle her breast. Her smooth skin was warm to the touch. He stroked his thumb over her hardening nipple. She gasped when he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger. He enjoyed watching her mouth open as she panted slightly from her growing arousal.

Her hand continued to stroke him gently, applying only enough pressure to draw out his moans. Her opposite hand directed his chin to keep him aligned with her face, as she nibbled and kissed her way along his jawline, up to his left ear. When she reached it, the tip of her tongue drew a line from his earlobe up to the crown of his ear, then back down the way it had come. The sensation sent him over the edge and he spilled out onto her stomach, soaking through her shirt.

"Sorry," he panted, rolling to the side to allow her up off the bed.

"I can change," she reassured him. In under a minute, she had cleaned off her stomach in the bathroom and exchanged her soiled shirt for a different tank top. "I'll see you after class," she promised, leaning down over where he was resting to kiss his forehead.

This time, Kylo let her go.

He knew how important her jobs were to her. She took pride in being able to work. Earning a paycheck meant more to her than it did most people. After years of being dependent, she was eager to provide for herself. There was much to be said for her vigor. Young and spirited, Rey was the type of new employee most companies dreamed of hiring. Paired with her drive to do her job and do it well, she was an excellent addition to both the academy and the club, but Kylo knew she wanted more.

It had disappointed her to not graduate with a job in her field. As thankful as she was for her two part-time positions, it wasn't what she dreamed of doing. Her joy over becoming financially independent would fade over time. He knew she wouldn't allow it to affect her work ethic, but he wanted more for her. He wanted her to be happy.

Rey was the type to give as good as she got. He had no doubt she'd continue to excel at the studio as well as the bar. Rey could do anything, which was why he thought it was important for her to have the opportunity to do what she loved — engineering. She could improve the lives of hundreds or thousands of people with her work, if she got employed by the right place. He knew exactly which place to go.

Taking out his phone, he scrolled through his contact list until he came upon a number he hadn't used in years. In cutting ties with his immediate family, he had separated himself from the individual he wanted to reach out to. The man, his uncle of sorts, was an old family friend, one who had known his father for many years, way back before his father had met his mother — Lando Calrissian.

The line rang a few times, unanswered. Kylo ran a hand through his hair, convinced the man wouldn't answer the phone. Kylo's number had changed over the years, yet somehow he figured Lando knew who was calling. He was surprised when the smooth-talker actually picked up.

"Hello?"

"Lan…Uncle Lando?"

"Who is this?"

"Kyl— Ben. Ben Solo."

"Benny boy!"

Kylo closed his eyes and clenched his jaw at the childhood nickname. He reminded himself this was for Rey. "Yeah, yeah it's me."

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I need a favor."

"A favor, huh?"

"An act of kindness?" Kylo elaborated, wondering if old age had affected the man's brain.

"I know what a favor is. I'm just wondering why you're calling me out of the blue for one. I haven't heard from you in over a decade."

"I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"Wouldn't have anything to do with a girl, now would it?"

How did he know? The way he had asked was like he could see Kylo's face through the phone. For a second, Kylo checked the screen to ensure he hadn't accidentally connected his camera to the call. He hadn't.

"Does it matter?"

Lando chuckled. "You Solo boys are all the same. You get swept up as soon as you catch a pair of pretty eyes."

Anger flared within him at the notion Rey was merely a pretty face. His uncle had always been a womanizer. He had no idea how wonderful Rey was, how intelligent she was, how caring she was despite everything. "Never mind. Just forget it," he hissed. He wasn't comfortable with taking Rey to Cloud City of his uncle was going to make cracks at her. Rey was worth more than any other engineer on Lando's payroll.

"Now don't be like that."

"You don't know her. She's more than that. A lot more."

"Ok! Ok! Calm down."

Kylo held the phone away from his face, taking a deep breath. Once more, he reminded himself why he was calling. This was about Rey. It was for her birthday and her future. It had nothing to do with his own misgivings when it came to his family or how he viewed his uncle. This was about her and doing something for her which didn't hinge on his fortune or fame.

"What can I do for you and your lady friend?"

"I wanted to schedule a private tour of your facility for Sunday afternoon."

"A tour?" Lando scoffed on the other end. "That's it?" He chuckled again, seeming to not believe the ask. "I thought you were gunning for my beach house on Socorro."

"No. She won't be impressed by that."

"Every woman is impressed by the Calrissian Cape," his uncle insisted, a wounded tone to his response.

"Not this woman. She's different."

"They all say that. In the end it's all the same. They want the luxury cars and fancy houses and all the jewelry you can give 'em."

"Not this one," Kylo told him, composing himself. "She'd be happier if I gave her a junker like the Falcon to work on and a set of new tools."

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

Lando let out a breath of air. "Where can I get me one of those?" Kylo shook his head, not replying. He was not going to enable his uncle. The man had been married five times already. Kylo had been forced to attend at least half of the weddings. "She doesn't have a sister, does she?"

"A bit young for you, isn't she?"

"A bit too good for you, isn't she, Benny boy?"

"She is," he agreed. "She really is."

"Can I ask why Sunday? We're closed."

"Saturday is her birthday and I'm surprising her with the visit, but I don't want her to be overwhelmed, so the fewer people the better."

"Then it's done."

Kylo let out a relieved sigh. He was doing it. He was succeeding in planning the best birthday he could think up for Rey. "Thank you."

"Anything for my favorite nephew."

"I'm your only nephew," Kylo reminded him, "and in name only."

"Speaking of," Lando cut him off before he could speak further. "Your dad tells me you've changed your name."

"About fifteen years ago."

"Why'd you do that?"

He really didn't want to travel down memory lane with Lando — not now, not ever.

"I have to go. Is two o'clock good for Sunday?"

"Sure, kid, whatever you need."

"Thanks."

"It was good to hear from you. I'm looking forward to seeing you and meeting your girl."

"Yeah," Kylo replied hurriedly. "Yeah, you too. Bye."

Not giving his uncle a chance to push further, Kylo ended the call.

He sat for several minutes on Rey's bed, savoring the silence. It took him a while to come down from the influx of emotions speaking with Lando had brought up. There hadn't been a single milestone in his early life or holiday when his father's old comrade hadn't shown up at the Solo-Organa household. Lando Calrissian, for all his dramatic flare, had been a constant in his life, up until the point his own parents had been unable to deal with him, then, like Han and Leia, Lando had become a distant memory.

The man had done well for himself, getting out of the smuggling business and investing in mines. The profits he had turned along with the valuable resources had prompted him to begin developing sustainable energy solutions. He had opened Cloud City in Bespin nearly twenty years ago. The engineering firm specialized in energy technologies. Their advancements were record-breaking at the top of their field. Their main facility was a state of the art, highly secured fortress at the center of the city. Tours were not a common occurrence due to the secretive nature around their developing technologies.

Giving Rey an insider's view of their operations would be more meaningful to her than a Gucci bag — at least he hoped it would be.

It had been a slow night for the squad at Rogue One, the first one in over a week. Rey, who was usually exhausted by the close of the bar, was bubbling over with excess energy, to the point where she was jumping up and down in her seat while Ben drove them home.

Even though he still went to his apartment in the city every other day to change out his training bag, he hadn't slept in Corellia since the night he had brought her home from Finn's celebration dinner. It was amazing how quickly they had fallen into the routine. Just as they had in her bathroom, when they had been brushing their teeth together, a life with each other seemed effortless. It was all too easy to find the rhythm.

The rhythm of their shared life had sped up since their exploration of one another in her bed. With the extra energy Rey had this evening, she wanted to continue the exploration further. As pleasurable as she found Ben's touch to be, she had an inkling his mouth would feel even better. The theory prompted her to change into the off-white baby doll she had purchased. She had considered saving it, but if she was going to go through with her idea, she needed it for courage. The confidence she felt when she had worn the black body suit had been wonderful. She wished for the same effect with the baby doll.

When she exited the bathroom, Ben was already waiting for her just outside the door. As if he had guessed her intentions, he was clad in only his boxers. The moment he saw her choice of attire, he stepped back to evaluate the new piece. His gaze wandered from the her face down past her collarbone to where her breasts were pressed up from the push-up design, down through the transparent fabric to where the white lace thong hung along her hip line, before it gave way to her bare legs.

He stood still for what seemed to be the longest minute of Rey's life, before he was kneeling before her. After seeing how confrontational he could be at times, the sight of him bowing in front of her made Rey a bit light headed. She felt powerful, spurred on by the glazed over look in his eyes as he studied her. He regarded her as if she was a priceless gem, worthy and sacred.

Tonight, however, Rey wanted to worship him. He had brought her immense joy and belonging, something she had searched her entire life for.

She was still struggling with how fast they had fallen for one another. It was challenging for her to be so open with him when a dark voice in the back of her head continued to warn her he would leave her, because everyone always left her. Rey struggled daily with her own inner demons. Seeing the progress Ben had made, urged her to continue on. She wouldn't allow her own insecurities to cost her this and ruin her happiness.

"No," Rey told him, grabbing onto his shoulders to nudge him away. "Tonight, I want to try something new."

"This is new." Ben pointed out, as he trailed a single finger across the lip of her panties. He leaned forward to place a kiss over her belly button. "I want to try this." He placed another kiss along the seam of her underwear. "And this." His lips pressed against her thigh. "And this too."

"Ben," Rey moaned, trying to maintain her composure. She didn't want him taking charge — not tonight. Tonight she wanted to have fun with him on her terms. She gave him another shove, stepping away. "Stay."

He watched her, turning to gaze at her over his shoulder as she took a seat in the middle of the bed. His lips were twisted up on amusement. "Was that an order?"

Rey blushed, feeling entirely out of her element. She had been reading up on positions and different things to try in the bedroom during her break at the bar. She was shocked by all the information available to her and even more shocked by the various ways one could derive pleasure from and for their partner. While her tastes remained rather tame in comparison to some of the flavors she had read up on, she wasn't sure where on the spectrum Ben fell. His question brought to the light the fact that she had indeed issued a command. Judging by his face, he wasn't turned off by it, though she felt ridiculous for having said it.

"Come here," she told him, patting the mattress next to her and effectively ignoring his ask.

He obliged, laying on his side next to her. His fingers reached up to the satin bow tie at the bottom of her bra cups. "How many of these little surprises did you get for me?"

"This is the last one," she admitted, honestly. "I wasn't sure what you'd like."

"You could wear a potato sack and I'd adore it."

Rey's flush deepened. "I wanted it to be special. You've done so much for me. I wanted to return the favor."

"Sweetheart," Ben reached up to cup her chin in his hand, "I do all of those things because I want to, because I love you. I don't expect you to do anything back. I only want to see you happy and spend time with you."

She felt the familiar prick of tears at the corner of her eyes. How could he do that? How could he create such beautiful sentences and say them to her with such ease? She was still processing the fact he loved her and she loved him. How could he be so positive of his feelings, so genuine? It nearly broke her heart. She hadn't realized until now one's heart could break from being too full, too happy.

Brushing off the emotional rollercoaster within, she placed a hand on his chest, directing him to lay on his back. The three words she wanted to say in response to him were lodged in her throat. Rey knew if she said them out loud right now, the tears would follow. She didn't want that. She wanted to break Ben Solo all over again.

He dropped his hold on her, relenting to her gentle push, until he was down on his back, eyes focused on her. Rey positioned herself between his legs, gingerly pulling down his boxers before she sat down. He groaned, attempting to sit up, but she pressed down with the same hand. She held him down while she used her other hand to slowly pump his erection a couple of times. He was already hard beneath her touch, breathing heavy due to her touch.

Remembering what she had read in one of the articles, she had digested during her break at the bar, she brought her head down over his member.

"Fuck." Be hissed, trying to sit up once more. It was obvious he knew what she meant to do to him. "Rey, you don't have to do this. Y-yo-."

His words changed into a strangled groan and his head flopped back down onto the bed as she took him in her mouth. Rey ran her tongue over the tip, eliciting a curse from his lips. She followed the same pattern with her tongue as she had with her fingertips from that afternoon. His hips bucked up onto her mouth, shoving his cock deeper into her cavern. It happened before she could anticipate it. At first, she panicked slightly. This was unfamiliar. Ben was so large in her mouth and it took her a minute or two to adjust. Her hands pressed down on him, returning him to his former position, as she began to suck.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he breathed, his hands resting on her head to tangle in her hair. "Yes, Just like that. It's… it's good — so good."

Rey ignored his pants, bobbing her head up down a few times before letting him go with an obscene 'pop.' Then she was back down on him again, licking from his balls up to the top before enclosing her mouth over his cock. She took as much as she could in this time. It wasn't all of him and she had to fight her gag reflex, but she heard his grateful groan. His fingers tightened in her tresses and his hips bucked again.

She pulled up, running her lips over the throbbing member, feeling each vein as she moved. Rey slid back down, keeping her lips over her teeth, careful not to hurt him. Her hands continued to press down on him, to keep him from throwing her off her rhythm. His flesh was hot. It tasted salty and a bit sweaty but not horrible — in fact she kind of liked it.

Hearing Ben's ragged breathing coaxed her on. He untangled his fingers from her hair, desperately grabbing for her, but when he couldn't get a good hold on her, he took to gripping the sheets. "I… ah, God, Rey! I-I'm not g-going to last. I… I'm going to c-."

Rey continued to suck, using one hand to massage his balls while he writhed beneath her. He lost control over his body and in the next instant he was spilling into her mouth with a loud curse. She patiently waited, swallowing down each drop as he emptied himself into her mouth. The hand which had been on his abdomen traced slow circles and the one on his balls went to his thigh, repeating the same gesture in an attempt to calm him as he came back down from his achieved high.

Once he was silent, Rey sat up, licking her lips clean. She surveyed her work, noticing how red Ben's upper body was. He had thrown one of his arms across his face, leaving the other to lie limply at his side. His chest rose and fell in deep, short spurts. His cock had fallen back against his stomach, flushed from her attention. She smiled to herself, rather proud her intention had gone according to plan.

It took Ben several minutes before he had regained his composure. When he did, he removed his arm from his face to stare at her. "Smug, aren't you? You little minx!"

She giggled, still pleased with her success. "Surprise."

"Come here." He yanked her by her wrist to his chest, forcing her to lie with him. "I'm beginning to think you give the best surprises."

Leaning into him, Rey planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "I try."

"You don't even have to." He told her, brushing her hair out of her face.

She hummed against him. "I wanted to. Was it ok?"

"It was amazing," he sighed into her neck, kissing over her pulse point. He left a trail of kisses up along her flesh until he bit down on her earlobe. She yelped at his playful nip and smacked his arm. He chuckled darkly, but didn't move away. Instead he removed her top, so her chest was freed from restraints.

"Your turn," Ben whispered, hotly against her ear.

Before she could protest, he had pinned her down to the bed, looming over her. He backed down to the edge of the bed, grazing his fingertips over her stomach. He rolled her panties off of her and tossed them aside. He let out another groan, when her sex was bare before him.

"God, sweetheart, you are so beautiful… so perfect."

Rey tilted her head so she could watch him as he brought his face down to her core. He kissed her gently there. The sensation hit her like a bolt of lightning, coursing electric shocks through her veins. She was so sensitive to each little motion. He appeared to relish in his power over her, just as she had enjoyed being in control over him. Ben pressed a finger to her opening, teasing her lightly, as his thumb drew circles on and around her clit.

"Ah!" She let out a cry at his touch, hands fisting the sheets.

"Shhh," Ben called up to her. She clapped her hands over her mouth, suddenly afraid her cries were loud enough to carry across the parking lot."I've got you, my girl." He positioned his hands under her, grasping onto her rear, to hold her at the correct angle.

When his tongue licked up her center, Rey keened. Her eyes fluttered close, as her head hit the mattress. She could barely contain herself. She felt as though she would melt into a puddle from his mouth. Perhaps he'd drink her up if she did.

Apparently she hadn't been the only one doing research. Ben possessed great skill with his tongue. He flicked it across her nub, causing her to lose all cognitive thinking. From there, he gently stroked her core with a finger, before delving in with his tongue. Rey screamed out, her hands barely muffling the cry. He other hand held her down firmly, keeping her in position as he continued his assist on her center.

She had compared herself to a puddle he would drink, but at the time she hadn't known how true her metaphor was. The intensity with which Ben performed his task was unlike anything she had experienced before. He lapped at her, gulping down her juices as he worked his way deeper and deeper with his mouth and fingers. She began to feel the same coil springing to life in her abdomen as before.

Not yet , she scolded herself. It was too soon. She didn't want this to end yet. She needed more. She wanted more of his mouth on her, more of his delicious tongue and diligent fingers.

A pathetic cry escaped her lips. Her hands were frantically tearing at her sheets, scrambling for purchase as a way to ground herself to keep herself from careening over the edge.

"Let it happen, Rey." Ben commanded her. "You're still holding on. Let go."

And she did.

The crest of her orgasm hit her harder than any previous one. It turned her entire body into a quivering, shaking mess until she was weak-limbed and motionless upon the bed. Rey couldn't keep her eyes open, feeling the exhaustion she was accustomed to experiencing after a long shift take over her. Her body relaxed in a way it never had before.

Ben sidled up next to her, wrapping his arms around her and dragging her against him so her back was resting against his chest. He kissed between her shoulder blades. "I love you, Rey."

She brought her arms to up to encircle his, squeezing him back, as if he was a harness. "Love you."

Naked and sated, they fell asleep.

A/N: Thank you to my beta abyssalspark. She turned this around in less than a day and reassured me about my smut-writing capabilities. Still, feel like I need a lot of work on it, but hopefully I can do better next time. Fingers crossed.