Chapter 2: Stuck Between Floors

All that could be heard was the whoosh of the elevator, as Rey was now escorted by Ben up the bowels of the First Order flagship the Supremacy, to stand before Supreme Leader Snoke. This time, she was not bound in his embrace, but rather, in a pair of Force-proof, ion cuffs.

"You don't have to do this," she echoed into the silent elevator, still staring at the numbers of the floors as they rapidly ascended. When no response came forthwith, she turned her head halfway, to throw her voice back over her shoulder. "I feel the conflict within you; it's tearing you apart."

His gaze did not shift to indicate that he had even heard her, much less was moved. At least until: "Ben..."

The sound of his real name on her lips made him acknowledge her at last. She could see in his eyes how much the formation of that sound moved him. So their night together did mean something to him! He was in there somewhere; she knew it! Rey now faced him fully, her voice growing more earnest. "When we touched hands I saw your future - just the shape of it, but solid and clear! You will not bow before Snoke," and she approached to stand directly before him. Her eyes flitted from his own, down to his lips, and back again. "You'll turn," she whispered. "I'll help you. I saw it."

Ben could tell she was deeply aroused, and it overwhelmed him. He was in love with her, but that meant not nearly as much as it did to know that she cared for him. Him!

And yet here he was taking her to his Master, a leader whom he had known for years was a deeply dangerous man. What Snoke would do to Rey once he had her in his grip... he shuddered to think of it.

Ironically, that was the thought that made Ben do what he did next.

His fist whipped out, jamming past Rey's head to bash in the emergency stop button. The suddenness of the motion, and the momentary obscurity of the fist's intended target, made Rey yelp. But next second, Ben closed his mind off completely from the Force, hiding his deepest thoughts and desires from the master waiting just a few floors above. They had only a little bit of time before anyone or anything was sent to investigate... so they had to make it count.

Yanking Rey into his arms, Ben cast away the cuffs and crushed his lips to hers, a hand at her neck to keep her firmly in place. Her body was flush against his, and his kiss made her eyes go wide with shock. But the next moment, it was as though they had never left each other's embrace, that magical night in the hut. Rey's hands sank into Ben's hair, the way that he just fucking loved, and her eyes closed and she moaned in triumph. The way in which her vocal cords hummed, she sounded almost giddy. "Hmmm... Ben..."

The horny sound of his name stirred Ben to action like nothing else. His palms dug almost painfully into the fleshy curve of her ass. In perfect harmony, Rey gallingly raised her leg to his waist, hooking it about his torso. Picking her up thusly, Ben let Rey leap the rest of the way into his arms, folding her legs about his waist. Staggering under the ability to carry her, he spun them both around so that Rey was slammed (a little to harshly for his liking, and he cursed himself for it) into the glass paneling of the elevator wall.

A beep and a crackle from somewhere above them was then heard, but Ben and Rey did not even separate their lips, preferring instead to kiss furiously, make out, even as the automated voice of a droid asked: "Elevator 1-B has been stopped unexpectedly. Do you need any assistance?" Thank goodness the connection was one-way, so that the droid could not hear the lovers only groan and pant in response as their mouths dug into each other.

Ben began to undulate his body, hump his center, against Rey's pelvis, so that she could feel his painfully stiff erection, straining to break free.

"Mmm! Mmmm!" Rey squealed sharply, with every brush of Ben's organ against her most sacred of places, now flooded with her arousal. Plucking one hand out of his hair, she swooped it down to make quick work of her pants, shimmying out of them so that they fell to her ankles. Ben's pants quickly followed thanks to her nimble fingers. She couldn't get the damn clothes off fast enough, so it was with great relief that she felt that familiar, engorged member slam into her womanhood all over again.

"Uhhhh... UHHHHHH! UHHHHHH! Maker! Ben... please... Yes!" Rey and Ben undulated, rocked against each other furiously, as they fucked faster and faster and faster. Gone was the gentle, awkward experimentation when they made love in the hut. This was animalistic, pure, unadulterated fucking. After all, they had a severe lack of time, and since time was precious, there was little left to do but come together while they still could. Reminded of this compromised position, Ben clapped a hand over Rey's mouth as his lips danced down her jawline, neck, then collarbone. Each loving nip made Rey let out a muffled squeal. "Hmmm-mmmm!"

"Quiet, my precious darling. They'll hear you," Ben hissed. In truth, he did not know this for certain, but he had experience with what Rey sounded like when he fucked her. She could be loud, and back in the hut he had even feared that Skywalker might walk in on them in the very act, doing the dirty deed, with Rey wailing beneath him. He had been half-right then, so... best to not take any more chances than they already were.

Ben was the only one who finished, but Rey did not mind. The clock was running down, their moments of peace disappearing like sand through an hourglass or a sieve. Hurriedly redressing, she accepted the gentle kiss Ben disposed upon her lips. A kiss of apology, almost - as he clearly now had no desire to hand her over to his superiors. Yet it was out of his hands. Together, Rey and her beloved Ben stepped out of the elevator, carefully composed and put together and not at all disheveled, so that none would suspect that the elevator malfunction was absolutely no accident, that nothing was wrong.

That nothing was amiss as they both made to stand before Supreme Leader Snoke.