"Rey." His voice is deep and she can feel the dark confusion battering at her mind. "Rey, turn around."

She takes a deep breath. This is the moment. She can wrap the breast band around herself, gather the rest of her clothes, and return to the shuttle, leaving all this behind. Or she can drop it, turn, and face whatever isbetween them. She never for a moment had doubts about what they just did. Certainly part of it was to get them off this planet. But she also knows a part of it was simply freedom: freedom to make her own choice, freedom to be with him, no matter what might happen after.

So she does what she has to do.

And she turns, dropping the band and facing him. Her shoulders are thrown back and though she knows she must be red from her cheeks down to her chest, she stands proud before him.

"Would you really have…" He lets the words trail off as he meets her eyes and then his gaze travels down her and back up. She's allowing him to look his fill and he knows it, can feel the dare through the bond. She wants him to look and so opens her mind and body to show him.

"Done that?" she offers up and smiles softly. He looks like he's considering bolting. "Do you really have to question it?"

"Yes," he shoots back. "Yes I do. I've never…I don't…"

"Neither have I." Her voice is still soft. "But I wanted to."

"You…" His mouth opens and closes a couple times.

She doesn't say anything else for a moment. He seemed so sure of himself. And she never quite imagined that the great Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader of the First Order, was as inexperienced as she is. How is that possible? Surely the First Order…

"I did." She offers a shy smile. "I still do."

He doesn't say anything for a moment and she's not sure if she's said the right thing. Does he?

"Ben," she whispers. Still he just stares, his arms wrapped around his bare chest, as if he can somehow collapse into himself and hide there. "Please say something." Or do something. She feels a sob creeping up the back of her throat. This isn't how she imagined this going at all.

And you did imagine it, didn't you?

She did, as Rey, as Masaka. She can't deny that, can't deny him.

And so when he moves, she opens her arms and lets him swoop in on her. His lips are on hers in an instant and she can feel the tremors wracking his body. She opens to him immediately, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight to her. He's so much larger than her, her arms barely able to get around the massive bulk of his upper body. She presses her hands on his back, stroking lines down from his shoulders to his waist. His muscles ripple under her fingers as he suddenly lifts her.

Her arms wrap around his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist. She can feel him there, pressing into her, hard and hot. She likes this position, where there's just so much of him and so much of their bodies connected. The bond is right there and as tongues meet and teeth accidentally knock together, she's not sure whose pleasure she's feeling.

She feels both light as the air and strong at the same time. As if she can do anything, and it's because of thisman. Kylo Ren. Korgano. "Ben," she murmurs into his lips.

He breaks off the kiss and sets her gently back on the ground. But his hands don't leave her waist and he's staring at her and she's never seen him look like this. His lips are red, bruised almost; there's a suspicious sheen to his eyes and his hair is wild in the wind that their lovemaking seems to be drawing up around them.

There's a storm and they're the eye in the center. It's peaceful there as he brings his hand up to her cheek. "Say it again."

She brings her hand up to cover his and smiles at him. "Ben," she whispers and watches a tear wind its way down his cheek. "My Ben."

He kisses her again and this time it's tender, sweet. She pulls back slightly, reaching out to grasp his hand and pull him down with her. The ground is soft beneath her knees as she kneels, soft against the skin of her back as she lays down and pulls him close to her. For a moment they do nothing else. He lays at her side, their eyes meet and there's that moment of both awe and awkwardness as they wait for the other to make the next move.

She pulls him to her first. She's somehow always known she would have to take the lead. He goes willingly. Of course he does. The bond shifts and presses around them, its own living thing, wrapping them in the beauty of the Force.

His lips trail fire down her neck, her chest. She reaches down and tries to find the edge of his pants. "You're overdressed," she murmurs and is rewarded with what she's coming to realize is Ben's laugh.

"I am, it seems." There's humor behind the words and he shifts away to pull his boots off and push his pants down. There's a moment of amusement that comes across the bond when he tries to pull them off and they get stuck on one foot, but it passes as he turns back to her. He starts to come back over her and she reaches out and stops him.

"No," she whispers. "It's my turn." And as he leans back, his cheeks flushed, the tips of his ears red, she pushes to her side and presses closer to him.

He's beautiful, she realizes. All long lines and sleek hard muscles beneath soft skin. She's not seen many men, if she's honest with herself. Dirty scavengers stripping off at the local watering hole to try to clean off. But they don't look like this. She runs a hand across the muscles of his chest and slides them across one of his nipples. It puckers like her own do and she wonders if it's as sensitive as hers, if he would enjoy some of the same that she did to him. So she leans over and touches her lips to the nearest one.

His body jerks beneath her and he lets out a soft hiss.

"I'm sorry."

"No don't," he says quickly, his hand tangling in her hair. "Don't apologize. I liked it." The last words are quiet and she smiles. He didn't know. She leans in again and does the same, opening her mouth over the small flat nipple and using her tongue across it as he did with hers. He jerks again and she presses her hand into his abdomen, trying to keep him still as she suckles at it, laves it with her tongue. When she nibbles at it, just a little (not too hard, she thinks), he lets out a soft moan.

She looks up at him and her face heats at the intensity of his gaze. He nods at her, a small motion of his head, and so she looks back down. There's so much skin here, so much muscle. She remembers how it felt for his lips and tongue and teeth to trace down her abdomen, so she mimics that, one hand moving a little lower to toy with the hair that starts just below his belly button and leads lower. She's not quite ready to go there yet, so she spends time leaning over him, tracing the ridges of his muscles with her tongue and teeth, nibbling at the edge of his hip.

When she turns her head, she can see him there. Thick and hard, jutting proudly up from the sparse hair at the base. She studies him from her vantage point just over at his hip. This isn't something she's seen before. Oh, she's seen the shriveled cocks of scavengers who are proud to strip off and bathe in front of all and sundry, but she's never seen one in this state. It looks painful, skin stretched over the length, flushed red and weeping just a little at the top.

Does she dare?

She looks up at him and his head his thrown back, his breathing a little too rapid, a little too shallow. Yes, she thinks. Yes, she should dare. She knows how it felt to have him touch her, taste her, and she thinks he might like the same thing. Besides, the truth is that she wants to. She wants to feel it, to wrap her hand around it, to feel everything that he is, centered right there.

When her hand just barely wraps around it, he lets out another hiss and almost throws himself back from her. "Didn't you…" she starts to say and he's staring at her, wild-eyed and half-crazed.

"Yes," he mutters. "But if you do that…" He lets out a small huff of a laugh and she can feel the embarrassment through the bond. She removes her hand. She doesn't want to make him uncomfortable in any way. This is supposed to be fun, right? She's not sure that's the right word. What he did to her was amazing and absolutely beyond comprehension, and she wants him to feel the same.

He groans and she realizes that his mind has dipped into hers and is following her thoughts a little too closely. She presses her hand into the skin of his abdomen. He's hard everywhere, she realizes. She's not exactly soft; the years scavenging on Jakku and her continued training with her lightsaber have made her slender and strong. But he's stronger and his muscles ripple and bunch beneath her hand.

"Rey," he murmurs and she can sense it, can see it. She knows what he wants her to do.

"Have you imagined this?" she asks and he groans.

"Not exactly."

"No?" She can't believe how free she feels. "I think you have."

"Maybe a little." The words are whispered and the flush that's started on his cheeks moves down his chest.

She takes a deep breath. This is daring. She's not spent much time imagining how it could be between them, between anyone really. She's seen the dirty men of Niima Outpost rutting against the willing women there, pressing them into the ground or the side of a building. They're always on top, pressing into the woman's body, taking control. The women look bored. Good credits, she's heard them say.

But this is different.

She feels like she's boarding her speeder as she draws herself up and swings a leg somewhat gracelessly over his body. But then she can feel him pressing there, the tip of his cock, soft and hard at the same time, sliding through the slickness still left from when he used his mouth on her.

He says her name. Once. Twice. Then: "Are you sure?"

She looks down at him, meets his eyes. He's earnest and he means it. He won't take her, not unwillingly, and she wonders if this is why he has such a lack of experience. Did no one come to him willingly?

"I didn't want to," he says in answer to the question that must have come across the bond. "There was…" He takes a deep breath. "Only you. I can't imagine it being anyone else. I don't want it to be anyone else."

I don't either. She knows it's sent across the bond because she sees his eyes widen. And then she reaches around behind her to line him up with her. Yes. This is what they're made for. For each other. Always.

"Yes, always," he says and she slides down just a little. The tip of his cock, wider than the rest of it, slides into her and she feels full. Maybe a little uncomfortable. Compared to this part of him, even his thick fingers were nothing, inconsequential at best. "Does it…"

"It doesn't hurt," she answers quickly and moves a little further down. She takes it slow. He's large, which should not surprise her considering the sheer size of him. Hands, ears, nose – why wouldn't his cock be just as big as the rest of his features? "You're...large," she says with a wry grin.

"Well, that's the way to a man's heart, certainly."

She pauses there, halfway down him. "Do I have your heart?" It's not a question she's dared ask before, not something she's ever been sure she really wants to know. But here? Now?

"You know the answer to that," he says quickly and grits his teeth as she moves again, letting him slide home.

She can't stop the little oh of pleasure that comes out as he fills her completely. "This is…" Are there words? Can there be words? No, she thinks not.

Especially not as he reaches out to her hips and lifts her slightly, pulling her off him just a hair and then pulling her back down. "Oh, Force," she groans and he does it again. Pushing her up and down in quick little jerks.

It feels amazing. That slide of his thick cock, dragging against her inside.

Like nothing she could ever have imagined.

And she looks down at him and his face is strangely contorted, sweat beading on his brow, dampening the hair. He almost looks like he's in pain.

She hesitates.

His eyes fly open and meet hers.

Are you…

She can hear the words make their way through the bond. Are you sure? He's so uncertain. She is too, to be honest. She has no experience in this, outside of one chaste kiss from one of the other scavengers, a young boy close to her age, an experiment. She hadn't enjoyed it.

But this - she's sure this is what she had been waiting for.

She bites her lip, nods.

He moves quickly then, pushing himself up, wrapping his arms around her and twisting. He comes out of her for a second as she finds herself on her back on the soft grass, Ben above her. She welcomes him back in between her spread legs and he obliges.

Well, he misses at first.

She lets out a small grunt that ends with a small laugh and for a second she's afraid she's embarrassed him. But then he meets her eyes and there's a small crooked grin on his face, one side of his full lips tilted up just a little. She pushes herself up on her elbows and kisses him then, kisses that wonderful, beautiful mouth that has the ability to do such amazing things to her. She wonders if he knows how beautiful he is, how his soulful eyes drive right through her, how his lips make her a little weak at the knees, how much she actually likes those ridiculous ears he tries to hide. She suspects he doesn't and for a moment that makes her sad.

But then he kisses her again and manages to line himself up correctly, sinking back inside her body. It's not even uncomfortable this time and she groans as she feels properly filled, the width of his cock hitting all those spots inside her that she never knew were there. Her nerve endings are on fire and when he starts to move, dragging himself along them, she wraps her legs around his hips, her arms around his chest, and loses herself in the rhythm.

He sets a fast pace and it's not long before he's panting over her, his breath quick against her shoulders. "I can't.." he starts to say and she pulls him tighter to her. Her body clenches around him and then he's driving into her. Fast. Faster. His hands come up and grip her around the hips as he thrusts hard into her body. I can't hold on. She can hear his voice in her head, the frantic worry behind them.

Then don't, she sends back.

And he doesn't. His rhythm stutters and he pushes into her hard, holding her tight to him as he lets out a throaty growl. She can feel him there, warm and amazing, can feel him pulsing inside her and she holds him close to her as he lets go. His face is contorted, his eyes screwed shut, and she finds it fascinating to watch him as he rides out his pleasure deep inside her.

When he's spent, he falls heavily on her for a moment before rolling them to the side, still joined, one of her legs thrown over his hip. He tucks her close into him and for a time there's nothing more than their slowing breaths, his heartbeat against her ear, racing in time with her own before steadying.

She's not sure how long they lay like that. Her hands lightly caress his sweat-slicked back and his hand presses against the back of her head, playing with the hair there. But she shifts a little as the ground becomes a little harder beneath her than she would like and he finally pulls back a little.

She feels somewhat bereft at the feeling of him pulling out of her and she clings to him for just a moment before pulling back up and meeting his eyes. They're dark, pupils still blown wide.

"I'm sorry," he says and there's a strange, sheepish look about his face.

She presses one finger to his lips. "Don't apologize for anything."

"I got carried away," he tries to say against her finger and she almost laughs at the ticklish vibrations.

"I'm not glass. I won't break."

"I.."

"You didn't hurt me." He looks a little confused at her words and finally she takes her hand away from his mouth.

"I thought I would last longer." The words come out on a rush.

"That's what this is about?" She laughs. Laughs because it's glorious and amazing and he's naked at her side, his powerful body half curled in on himself. "Don't." The word is firm and she hates the way he looks somewhat chastised, like a dog someone had just kicked. "Don't apologize. There's no reason to."

She stands then, as naked as the day she was born. She can feel the stickiness between her legs, can feel what's left of their lovemaking, the imprints of hands and mouth on her body. "Come, Ben," she says as she holds out her hand to him. "We should find a creek and wash up."

He nods as he puts his hand in hers and pulls himself to his feet. She's not shy about watching him now, not like the first time she saw him.

"Don't I…" he starts to say, clears his throat. "Don't I need a cowl or something?"

She stares at him for a moment and then laughs. And he joins her. It sounds rusty on him, a soft little huffing noise that is clearly unused. She could get used to this. Kylo Ren, Supreme Leader (former Supreme Leader?), laughing, smiling.

As they move to gather up their clothing, she thinks that maybe they should just stay there. Maybe it would be easier: no First Order, no Resistance, no war. Just them.

But then again, she realizes, when had she ever gone for easy?