This chapter is a lemon. 100% lemony juicy goodness. This is your only warning. Discord and mayhem returns in Chapter Nine.

Kylo paced the room. He had showered and put on the black pants and long sleeve shirt that he always wore under his robes. He had several which were cleaned in rotation. A fresh set lay on the chair, but he wasn't sure if he should wear it or not.

I want to have dinner with the man behind the mask she had said, and that's what he wanted to give her. He didn't understand why he wanted to please her so much. It was frustrating, to say the least. His palms began to sweat again and he cursed under his breath. This female was more trouble than she was worth, he was sure of it.

Yet, he couldn't kill her, and he couldn't stay away from her. Weakness! He had said this to himself so many times that it was losing its meaning. He had to find strength in his connection to her; surely it must be there. He felt calmer when he was with her and calmer when he left her. Dreams about her had allowed him a luxury he hadn't experience in years - sleep. Thoughts of others harming her had fueled his training battles lately making him deadlier than ever. Surely these things could be considered strengths.

It had been three days since she had asked him to have dinner with her. He had declined her invitation to have dinner that evening telling her he wanted time to think about things. He really had needed time to gather the necessary items. He knew she wasn't pleased with the monotony of biscuit meals. He had once heard his mother tell a story about a time that she and Luke Skywalker, his uncle, had eaten Kommerken steak and ootoowergs on a visit to Mimban. He knew that the cafeteria where the Stormtroopers ate their meals had a food synthesizer that belonged to that pretentious bastard, General Hux. He had taken far too much pleasure in relieving Hux of the food synthesizer and the ingredients he needed to make the Kommerken steak and ootoowergs. He smiled to himself at the thought of Hux searching for his food processor, unable to find it. He wondered if he would run to Snoke, crying about the precious thing being missing. He'd really be cross when he discovered his favorite cask of Corellian wine was missing, as well.

He had prepared everything. The steaks and ootoowergs were ready. Corellian wine and two glasses sat on the tray. He didn't dare to reflect on how much care and time he had put into this meal. To do so would be to admit to himself just how much he cared for Rey and there was still a part of him that considered this an immense weakness.

I want to have dinner with the man behind the mask. Fine. If she wanted dinner with him, he would leave his over garments and just wear his black pants, shirt, and gloves - similar to the outfit she would be wearing, as those were the clothes he had left to her in the closet in her room.

He picked up the tray and exited his quarters. Three long strides later he was at her door. Judging by their body language, the Stormtroopers guarding her door were thoroughly perplexed by his appearance. He was out of his usual garments, without his helmet, and holding a rather carefully arranged tray of odd foods. He raised an eyebrow at them, challenging them to speak a word about his raiments. Making the only intelligent choice, they stepped aside without saying anything. He knocked on her door and keyed in the code so she could answer it herself, and then he waited.

Several heartbeats later, she opened the door. Kylo immediately noticed that her black Stormtrooper pants and shirts fit her exquisitely. Perhaps too well. The pants hugged her hips, accentuating her small waist and the shirt… He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and then realized he'd been staring at her for several seconds without saying anything.

"Uh, hello." he said slowly.

She beamed up at him. "Hi. Did your eyes get their fill? Would you like to come in? I can't believe you actually knocked. What do you have on the tray? Where is the rest of your outfit? I like you in just the black clothes…" she trailed off, realizing she was rambling.

It was true, she did like him in the black clothes. Without the helmet and other garments he usually wore, he was much less intimidating. At least he would be if she ever found him intimidating. She didn't, but he was very attractive all the same.

"Er…" he wasn't sure where to start with her barrage of questions, so he decided to just run down the list, artfully forgetting her first question. "Thank you for inviting me in. I knocked because you've asked me to. I've brought Kommerken steak and ootoowergs for our dinner, and Corellian wine. The rest of my garments are in my room; you asked for dinner with 'the man behind the mask' and here I am."

She gaped at him, her mouth hanging open. "Did you say Kommerken steaks and ootoowergs?" She peered over the edge of the tray, noticing it's contents for the first time.

"Yes. Does this not meet your approval? My mother once told a story about a meal that she shared with my uncle on Mimban. I recall her speaking of it fondly and thought you might…."

"Holy shit. This is real food. Kommerken steak, no less." she beamed up at him and smiled. It was one of the few genuine and carefree smiles she had given since being brought here as his captive. "Thanks, Ben."

His name slipped out before she realized what she had said. His eyes frosted over instantly.

"Don't call me…"

"I know, I'm sorry," she said hastily. "It just slipped. I always think of you as Ben; I don't really think of you as Kylo because I know there is good in you and this….." her hand swept up and down indicating his lack of uniform and the tray of food, "...this is a very Ben thing to do, I believe. Not a very Kylo thing."

He stepped in, letting the door shut behind him and mulled this over for a few seconds as he walked toward the table in the center of the room. She might be right but he wasn't about to say that to her. This wasn't the Light in him; Jedi weren't allowed to feel love. This wasn't the Dark in him, either, though...it was something in between; a grey area. He sighed. He was growing tired of grey areas.

"You can…." he hesitated for a moment and then decided to go for it, "you can call me Ben tonight, and tonight only, if you would like. I suppose this isn't a very 'Kylo thing to do' as you put it. You asked for dinner with the man behind the mask. I'm not sure that man is Ben anymore than he is Kylo, but I don't have a third name to give you."

"Would you like to have a seat?" she asked softly, motioning toward the chair next to him.

He wasn't sure how she had done it, but she had managed to get a second chair for the small table in her room. He'd have a stern conversation with the Stormtroopers later. They weren't to be beguiled by her charm into giving her….things.

"What is wrong with you now?" she asked, noting his sour look.

"Where did you get the second chair?"

"Oh, that." she giggled nervously, "I got it from one of the droids. I...er….I hid mine in the refresher and told the droid I was missing a chair, so it brought me a new one."

"You hid the….." he raised an eyebrow and shook his head at her. "I'll have to keep better watch over you. Next thing I know you'll tell the droid you lost your lightsaber and it will bring you a new one."

"Hey!" her face lit up "Good idea!"

"No!" he put his face in his hands, "Dammit, Rey. You cannot have weapons. You're a prisoner."

It was her turn to have a sour look. "I know what I am, thank you." she over enunciated each word for emphasis.

He set the tray down on the table, placing a plate in front of each chair, and an empty glass beside each plate. He produced utensils from his pocket and laid out napkins, laying the utensils on top. He filled the glasses with wine and set the tray aside. He motioned for Rey to sit and once she had done so, he also sat.

She looked over the spread he had set out. Tears swam in her eyes and she was suddenly overcome by emotion. Love for him and the kindness he was doing her filled every inch of her being. This was easily the nicest meal she'd ever had. Sometimes on Jakku she could trade for a rare jogan fruit or other edibles besides portions, but as much as she loved the sweet taste of jogan fruit, they were nothing compared to this.

"Ben, I…." she looked up into his face, her eyes earnest, "Thank you for doing this. I don't even know what to say. This is the nicest meal I've ever had. This is not what I was expecting when I asked you to have dinner with me."

"Are you pleased?" he smiled a bit at her, his usual brisk and icy persona thawing slightly.

"Very pleased," she smiled and reached out to squeeze his hand. He squeezed back and then released her hand.

"Eat," he motioned toward her plate.

Rey picked up her utensils and cut a piece of the Kommerken steak. She slipped the first morsel into her mouth and closed her eyes, savoring the flavor. It was absolutely divine.

"There's no in between with you, is there?" she said after she had swallowed her first bite and taken a sip of wine. The wine was just as delicious as the steak.

"What do you mean?" he had taken the first bite of his own dinner and also found it to be delicious. No wonder his mother told stories about it.

"You go from boring, bland nutrition biscuits to one of the finest meals available in the galaxy." she used her hand to gesture toward the spread he had laid before them. "You can go from calm to irrationally angry in seconds, or the other way around. There's no middle ground with you."

Ben looked at her, his face giving away nothing. He found her statement rather ironic, considering all the grey areas he felt he had traversed lately. The dinner they were sharing was no small exception.

"You mean grey areas?" his voice was passive, but his eyes were bright with an unspoken challenge.

She looked at him, suspiciously narrowing her eyes, "Have you been in my thoughts?"

"Did you feel me there?" he asked.

"No," she meekly replied.

"Then, no I have not been in your thoughts. Why would you ask that? Have you been thinking about grey areas?"

Rey suddenly became very interested in the hem of her shirt. "I... Well, I read the holobook you left about your grandfather and…" she looked up to meet his gaze, "Yes. I've been putting a lot of thought into grey areas, since you asked. Have you?"

Ben picked up his wine glass, pretending to study the contents. He took a sip to bide his time. The wine tasted sweet, but not overly so. It was actually quite good. He cautioned himself to not overindulge. The last thing he needed was to get drunk with Rey.

He set the wine glass back on the table, choosing his words carefully. "My grandfather chose the Dark Side because of the love he had for my grandmother, and his fear that she would die during childbirth; a fear that was realized in spite of all his best efforts to stop it. He stayed on the Dark Side because of the betrayal he was dealt by the Jedi. They're not the saints everyone portrays them to be."

It was Rey's turn to study her wine and take a sip. She had read of the betrayal in the holobook, too. She wasn't really sure yet how she felt about it. The Light Side was supposed to represent everything good in the galaxy, but she supposed that anything could be corrupted if the people involved were motivated by greed for power or vengeance.

"Where did that book come from?" Rey asked after a moment.. "It's not like any other holobook I've seen."

"I put it together myself," he replied. "I found all the pieces in the New Republic library and archives. I put them together in one source. No one noticed that the originals were gone. No one else was really looking for the history of Darth Vader. It's part of why my parents sent me away to train with Uncle Luke."

"Because you were studying your grandfather? Or because they were afraid you would follow in his footsteps?" she sipped her wine again. The sweet brew was starting to make her feel a little fuzzy and warm around the edges. It had been quite some time since she had enjoyed a bit of wine.

"Both, apparently. I don't think my mother or uncle ever looked at these materials. All they ever saw was Darth Vader; they could never see him as Anakin once he had fallen from the Light Side. Granted, Vader fell from the Dark Side, too, at the end because of sentiment for my uncle and lost the Empire, which you think would mean something to people...I don't know. I mean, it was a weakness, obviously," he sighed in frustration. Commenting on his grandfather's weakness to the woman who was his own weakness was the height of hypocrisy, was it not?

"Was his love for Padme a weakness?" Rey's voice was soft, but the question was a challenge.

Ben took another drink of his wine, "If you had asked me that several weeks ago, my answer would have been yes, without question."

Rey raised an eyebrow, "And now?"

"Now…." he looked up from his glass, "Now, I don't know, Rey."

He stood to pace the room. She stayed seated not wanting to get in his way. He seemed to fill the small space with his frustration and uncertainty.

"Dreams of you allow me to sleep, something I haven't been able to do in many years. When I'm with you, and after I leave you, I feel calmer, more in control of my anger. When I'm training the thought of someone hurting you fuels my anger and makes me a better fighter. Even if you are a weakness, I cannot kill you and I cannot be away from you for very long. You are a grey area, Rey. You're a weakness that gives me strength. I had no training to prepare for this," he paused. "My orders also have no correspondence to any of that."

"Your orders?" she tilted her head to one side, knitting her eyebrows together, "What exactly are your orders?"

"Extract information about Luke Skywalker's whereabouts, secure the location of the Resistance base, convert you to our cause, and if none of that can be done, kill you." he tonelessly stated his orders from Snoke.

She took a long drink of her wine, "So, what happens if you fail?"

"He will probably kill me and then come for you. He'll use whatever means necessary to get the information he's looking for, and after that you might even succumb to his offer to join the First Order. He can be very convincing." Ben had a grim look in his eyes.

"What about just leaving?" Rey asked softly.

"What do you mean?" Ben stopped pacing and looked at her.

"I can fly any ship in the hanger…"

"Rey, he would hunt us to the far ends of the galaxy. He would never stop looking for us." his statement was emphatic. He knew Snoke too well. "Snoke has been in my head for years. Years. The only way we're getting away from Snoke is if he is dead."

"How many years?"

"I don't remember a time when Snoke was not a voice in my head."

"Even when you were a child?" she asked, a bit taken aback. No wonder he had converted to Snoke's cause. She wondered if General Organa knew.

"Even as a child. A small child. He would tell me I was special, different from the other children, that I shouldn't play with them. My mother knew, but couldn't do anything to stop it…"

Rey stared at him, aghast. "She knew?!"

"Yes. She never told my father. She felt she could fight it herself, but in the end, Snoke won. It's one of the many reasons I was sent away to train with my uncle."

"That bastard!" Rey exploded. "You were a child!" She stood and crossed the distance between them. Her heart was full of anger and compassion. In her head she saw Ben as a tiny child trying to fight against the evils of the Dark Side and Snoke without help from his parents, his mother believing she could overcome by herself, but losing in the end… and Ben. What kind of man would he have been had Snoke not poisoned his mind?

It didn't take long for her short legs to carry her to Ben. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face into his chest. "I'm so sorry, Ben. You were just a child. Snoke is evil; a predator who went after an innocent little boy."

Ben wrapped his arms around her automatically, savoring the way it felt to hold her. She had come to him this time, and the fact wasn't lost on him. "What the pfassk does sorry do for anyone? It was a long time ago, Rey. There's nothing to be done about it now." He couldn't remember a time when anyone had felt compassion for him. In that moment, the dam broke loose inside his heart. He was filled with love for her. She had been an orphan on Jakku for many years. She knew what it was to be abandoned as a child, to fend for herself. There were more things in common between them than he cared to admit...and now here she was, on the Grey Side with him. He didn't think it possible, but the Force bond between them felt stronger. He could feel the energy wrapped around them. Before he could change his mind, he slid a gloved finger under her chin and lifted her face to his in a gentle kiss.

Rey's entire world spun upside down. She felt the energy around them intensify. She wasn't sure if it was him, or the wine, and she didn't much care to figure out the difference. His mouth was gentle, but insistent, on hers. There was a hunger beneath his kiss that was almost her undoing. She wondered if he had ever been loved by anyone. She slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, deepening their kiss. He lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. In three strides he had covered the distance to her bed, laying her down gently beneath him.

Her hair was down and had been damp when he arrived. As it dried, it became wavy; an ocean of golden brown. Now, on her bed, it spread out around her face, framing her delicate features. He took in the sight and for a moment he forgot to breath. She inched over on the bed, motioning for him to lay beside her.

"I still hate you," she said as he slid over next to her.

"I know and it's beautiful." he kissed her forehead. When he pulled back she was giving him a strange look.

"Have you always been so odd?" she poked at his ribs, giggling a little.

"It's part of your try to deny it, but I find it beautiful," he was very serious.

"Don't ruin this with a Dark Side recruitment speech," she reproached him with a baleful look.

"You don't have to come to the Dark Side to acknowledge the darkness within you. It's as much a part of you as your lightness. Imagine your abilities if you could control both equally."

"Can you control both equally? You barely acknowledge the Light within you, Ben. You become irrationally angry if anyone else tries to acknowledge it." She crossed her arms over her chest. She was tiring of this constant inner battle between light and dark. Why did he have to do this now?

"That is not my destiny," he hadn't spoken of destiny since they had found the relic back on Maris III. "I think it might be yours. The perfect balance of light and dark."

"Oh, damn you and your kriffing destiny. Destiny is what we make of it, Ben. You can just as easily choose to find a balance between the light and dark." Rey shot up into a sitting position, her hair flying out around her to settle on her shoulders, her eyes bright with anger and frustration, "You wouldn't be the first Grey to walk the galaxy, Ben Solo, and neither would I!"

"And then what? Where am I to go? If I leave here, Snoke will hunt me down and kill me. If I go to the Resistance, they will put me on trial and execute me. If I just wander the galaxy, there will be a price on my head from both sides. And the Light you see in me? It's faint and growing fainter by the day," he shook his head. "I am where I am supposed to be."

"Are you, Ben? Look around you," She motioned to the room, the dinner they had shared, the empty wine glasses on the table. "Do you really believe the light is growing more faint? There is light all around this room, your light." she sat up on her knees on the bed and before he could rebutt her statement, she kissed him, hard. It reminded her of the first night he had kissed her, only this time she was the aggressor. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him back into the mattress with as much force as her tiny body could muster. His eyes registered shock, and then something else she hadn't seen before. He grabbed her forearms and flipped her onto her back. Her hair fanned out beneath her again and he gave her a wicked smile.

"Enough," he slid one leg between hers and pressed her into the mattress with his hips. He used one hand to pin both of her wrists above her head. He slid his other hand, still covered by his gloves, beneath the hem of her black 'trooper shirt. The well worn leather was soft and warm against her skin. When he touched her, goosebumps spread from one end of her body to the other and back again. The look in his eyes was sinister, but it wasn't born of the dark side. It wasn't born of the light side, either. If only he could see himself as she saw him. Maybe he wouldn't be so hell bent on all this unwavering 'the dark side is my destiny' talk.

She wrapped her free leg around his waist and used her body weight to roll him between her thighs, freeing her other leg. She then wrapped both legs around his waist and lifted her hips to meet his. He kissed her and again his kiss was filled with an intensity and longing that made her heart skip a beat.

She wriggled a wrist free and slid a hand under his shirt. He inhaled sharply. Her small hands were cool on his burning skin. He had always taken his liberty with willing women, and had been with many on the base. They found power sexy and far be it from him to deny them what they found interesting. It was well known that there was no romance to be had with Kylo Ren, and if any sort of drama started the woman was instantly demoted and transferred. Besides, being with a woman had been a means to an end, something to fill the void. When it no longer served its purpose, he no longer sought the company of women. He didn't want to dwell on the fact that he had lost his taste for other women as soon as he'd seen Rey, even in spite of the fact that at the time she was kicking his ass.

Her hand slid up his back to his shoulders, then down again, sliding around to his stomach. She slid along the waistband of his dark pants, slipping a finger just underneath and tugging slightly. She freed her other hand, which he still had pinned above her head, and slid both of her hands to the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head. He grabbed the shirt and tossed it aside, then grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it as well. She hadn't been afforded any other undergarments. She probably should've felt exposed, but she didn't. Feeling his bare skin against hers felt right, like it was something they had been doing since time itself began. He lowered his head to trail kisses down her neck, sliding his warm leather hand to the small indent in her hip. He loved that it felt like a handle, fitting perfectly in his large grip. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband and started to inch them down over the curve of her thighs.

"Um...Ben," her voice was breathless and somewhat anxious.

He raised his head and stayed his hand, "Yes, Rey?" he looked up into her eyes.

"It's... I've….Have you ever done this before?"

He studied her face for a moment, realization striking hard in the pit of his stomach. Reading between the lines he said softly, "You haven't, have you?"

"Er….no," she laid her head back on the bed, her cheeks flaming red.

He lowered his head and rested it on her collarbone, internally cursing himself. Of course she hasn't been with anyone. What was I thinking? Oh, this complicates things… He raised his head slightly, placing a gentle kiss on her skin where his head had just rested.

"To answer your question, Rey - Yes. I have done this before."

Her eyes widened, "You...Was it...Um, recently?"

He smiled down into her face, "Not since I met you."

Her eyebrows knit together, "Not since you met me? You mean...on Starkiller Base?" she reached up and touched the scar on his face.

"Yes. You remember, I assume, that you were kicking my ass." he smiled, "You're beautiful when you're angry."

She softly laughed, "Is that why you pick fights with me?"

"Yes," his grin was mischievous, "Well, you also chose not to kill me, so I'm still here to pick fights with you."

"I see. Next time I'll reconsider my choice."

"Next time," he growled at her playfully, "I won't be so easy to defeat!"

"And I won't be untrained!" she retorted.

He nipped at her jawline, using his teeth to gently graze down her neck to the soft spot where her neck and shoulders met. She tilted her head away to give him better access. Desire coiled in the bottom of her stomach and she squirmed beneath him, arching her back and needing to diminish the already small space between them.

"Who do you intend to train with, if I may ask?" he slid his hand under the band of her leggings again, pulling them down a few inches. He trailed his warm leather covered fingers across the exposed skin of her thigh, deliberately teasing her now, enjoying her building anticipation. He didn't want to rush her, especially knowing it was her first time.

"I…." her thoughts had scattered like feathers in the wind. She tried to reign them back in. "You did leave me those Stormtrooper training videos." She giggled at the thought, but still said, "I could use those...unless you'd rather just send me home to train with the Resistance."

His growl this time was less playful as he raised his hand to cup her face. He lifted her chin until she looked into his eyes, "You will not train with the Resistance." his eyes blazed anger, "You will not leave me to go back there."

Even though his words should have angered her - she wasn't much for being told what she would and would not do - her heart caught in her throat. All the same, she wasn't giving in that easily.

"Possessive much?" she shot back.

Before she could challenge him further his mouth covered hers. His fingers slid from her face down her chest and grazed across her breast. Her entire body stiffened, the knot of desire balled in her stomach unfurling. He slid his fingers under the band of her leggings again and this time pulled them off completely. He was done playing games with her.

He released her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck and out toward her shoulders, then in again across her collarbone, down the center of her chest to the flat plane of her stomach. He shifted downward, positioning himself so he had better access to her body. He slowly ran a leather clad hand from her ankle up to her outer thigh, massaging her thigh gently. He lowered his mouth to her stomach again, kissing up to her breasts, taking a nipple between his lips, tugging gently. She cried out, tilting her hips forward. Her hands found their way into his hair, grabbing a handful in her fist. He continued to tug with his lips, using his hand to roll her other nipple between his fingers.

Shit! She couldn't breathe. The sensations running through her nipples went in a direct pipeline to her groin and her need for him spiraled out of control. Her entire body felt like it was buzzing, pure energy ricocheting off her insides screaming for escape. Her fists were balled in Ben's hair, her back arched to meet his ongoing oral assault on her nipple. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could stand.

"Ben!" she cried out for him and his groin tightened. He had been called a lot of things while pleasuring other women, but he had never been known to anyone as anything other than Kylo Ren. To hear her use his given name was almost intoxicating for reasons he didn't dare analyze right now.

He released her nipples and slid his hand down her stomach. She reached down and started to remove the glove on his right hand. He pulled back, and shook his head 'no'. "Please, Ben… please," she writhed beneath him. Her eyes were liquid pools of desire. "Please, touch me, Ben. No gloves."

He hissed under his breath. "I'll remove one. The other stays." She nodded her agreement and he removed his right glove. This was something else he did not do with women who weren't Rey. He always wore his gloves. Taking a deep breath, he slid his bare hand up the inside of her thigh. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm beneath his touch. He wondered if he had been foolish to insist on wearing gloves when he was with a woman, but then decided it was better this way; better to touch only Rey with uncovered hands. He smiled to himself. It was another grey area introduced into his previously monochromatic preferences. His hand slid from her inner thigh finding the warm mound of her sex in between. He slid his thumb south, finding her already wet. His thumb dipped into the moist heat and slid up again to find the bundle of nerves that he knew would send her over the edge.

When his wet thumb grazed her clitorus, Rey came undone at the seams. Her entire body arched, pelvis forward into his touch. His free hand came out to hold her steady against the mattress. He shifted onto his knees, positioning himself between her legs. Lowering his mouth to her stomach again, he trailed kisses down the center, past her belly button. He slid his tongue around her clitorous once, using his hands to hold her thighs firmly open. He slid his tongue around her clit again. Rey cried out. He slid his tongue around her again, and again she cried out. Her body was trembling and he knew she was close. He slid a finger down, teasing the opening between her legs as he swirled his tongue around her again.

"Ben please!" she whimpered.

He laughed softly, swirling his tongue around again. This time he slid his finger gently inside her, sliding into her as deep as he could reach and then turning his hand so the pad of his finger ran along the top of her canal as he exited.

Stars exploded behind her eyes and she nearly came off the bed. Her body pulsed in rhythm with his fingers and tongue as he continued his cruel assault on her senses. Unable to stand another second of his torture, she shot upright pushing him back and all but tackling him to the floor. She reached for the band of his pants, tugging and pulling until they were off. He sat up, laughing at her, but she didn't care. She worked her way up his body until she was straddling him. Her eyes were smoldering, but his were full of mirth, his hair tousled from her hands, a smile on his lips. It was the first time she had ever seen him look really happy and carefree, and he was beautiful. She paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of him, the chasm in her chest opening to expand and swallow her whole, drowning her in feelings for him. Gently, she took his face between her hands, kissing him. His arms snaked out around her. Pulling her closer he ran a hand up her back, his other hand still holding her firmly around the waist. He cradled the back of her head, deepening their kiss, pressing her chest to his. She felt so overcome by emotion that she thought she might cry. He picked her up, not breaking their kiss, and laid her gently on the bed beneath him again. He lifted his head to look at her, resting his elbows on either side of her face.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Rey?" his eyes were kind and sincere.

"I'm positive," there was no hesitation in her voice. To prove that she was ready for him she slid a hand down to his bare thigh and, spreading her legs wider to make room, she gently pulled his hips down to meet hers. Using his free hand, he positioned himself, the tip of his rock hard sex resting just outside of her slick canal, putting pressure there, but not enough to penetrate.

He took both of her hands and held them above her head. "Don't look away, Rey." he commanded her gently. He held her gaze and flexed his hips, sliding just inside her. Her eyes widened in surprise and her breath quickened.

"Ben…" she was breathless, so ready to be one with him. His teasing was driving her mad.

"Ssshh." he kissed her gently. "Are you ready?"

She nodded her head slowly, still not breaking eye contact with him as he flexed his hips again and slowly sank into her further. Her legs began to shake. The sensation of their union was one of indescribable fullness. He continued to push into her until she had taken him to the hilt. She flexed her hips up to meet him and it was almost his undoing.

"Don't do that," he whispered between gritted teeth.

"Do what?"

"When you lift your hips into me it's more than I can take. I don't want to lose control too soon. We've barely begun."

She laughed, lifting her hips again just to torture him.

"Dammit, Rey," he lifted his torso a bit, resting on his elbows, still holding her hands above her head. "You want to play?" the look in his eyes dared her to say yes.

She looked up at him and lifted her hips into him again without answering. Never one to back down from a challenge, he pulled back from her until he had almost exited her body. He shifted his weight to hold her arms with one hand and slipped the other under her hips, lifting her slightly and changing the angle of his penetration. Then, he sank into her, quickly this time, not slowly like he had before. Her eyes widened again, and he tightened his grip on her arms. Lifting her hips a bit more, he slid out and back in again. She cried out his name. He felt her pulsate around him and knew that she was already close to reaching climax. He slid out again, pushing back in, bringing them both closer to the brink. Her hands were frantic, despite her arms being pinned. She balled them into fists and unfurled them over and over, calling his name with each stroke. The pressure in her body was building and she knew she would spill over the edge soon. She continued to meet him with her hips until he was growling her name in her ear. He slid his hand up to her nipple and began gently rolling it between his fingers again, then lifted his hips and slowly pushed into her. This time she screamed. He smiled, pushing his hips into her again, still maintaining a torturously slow pace.

"Oh, that's a good girl, Rey," his words were like velvet in her ears and she tumbled over the edge, exploding around him. He whispered her name over and over again, continuing to ride the waves of her orgasm until he found his own release.

She freed her hands from his grip and wrapped her arms around his body holding him close to her. They were both breathing heavily, inhaling and exhaling in unison, their bodies still joined; one. Her chest filled with emotion again and a tear slid down her cheek. She turned her head and kissed the side of his face, bringing her hands up into his hair to hold him tighter. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, not breaking their union.

"Rey….are you okay?" he smoothed the hair away from her face. "Why are you crying?"

"I hate you," she whispered, smiling. Her eyes said clearly enough that her words were a lie.

"I know," he said as he lowered his lips to hers.