"Really? Right now?" You think, the slight echo of his thoughts humming in your mind. You have spoken only a few times, but whenever the hazy thundering of his voice begins to fill your space, the force acts as a connection audibly bond you together. You don't know why it binds you together. Adamant about your position of dark and light, both of you are almost unyielding. At least, you think he may be. He's different around you: not as harsh, kinder, more understanding. He loses his temper, yes, but when you're around the fire is contained. You think the bond may have something to do with this: both of you somehow offering the other something they wouldn't have.
"You did this, not me." His deep, monotone growl reverberates through the hut, and it is then that you see him. Kylo Ren. He is once again shirtless, and you can't help but scoff and roll your eyes. His high waisted black pants lead to his muscular torso, each tendon and vein flexed as if trying to show off. You can't help but look at his handsome body. You hate that you don't hate him; after all, you should. He killed the only man that was a father to you. He grips his hands at his sides to the point that his knuckles are white with tension. His eyes look... sad. He is so desperate, pathetically connecting to you to get a hint of your current location.
He winces suddenly, and it is then that you remember he can hear what you're saying and thinking.
"You're doing this on purpose. Stop." You angrily seethe, unwavering as you cross your arms over your chest. The thin material of your shirt holds little to the imagination, and you would rather not give him anything more to ruminate on. Not to mention the fact that you have no pants, just thin cotton underwear. You furrow your eyebrows in annoyance and shimmy slightly under the the cover you're currently hiding in. Your cheeks redden when you think of him thinking about you in a lustful way.
"I can't help that the connection is strong between us." He comments apathetically, looking you up and down as he begins to lessen the space between you, taking short steps forward.
"Stop. Stop it!" You shout, a hint of fear present as you are clutching the blanket tightly around you, backing up until your back hits the wall of the small space you're in.
He stops suddenly, his pursuit held back by something strange. He's merely five feet away from you, standing tall and proud but fearful of losing you.
What is he doing?
"Don't be afraid, I feel it too."
You narrow your eyes suspiciously as he gazes once more into your eyes.
Feel what?
"Don't act like you have no idea what I'm talking about. I know you feel it. I've felt it as well. There's no shame in it." He whispers the last part, his knuckles still clenched impossibly tight.
What does he mean? The force? Darkness? Light?
"Scavenger-"
"I have a name."
"Rey..." the word rolls off calmly, as if a soothing element has been implemented, "you cannot pretend your feelings are false. I feel them."
He once again begins to close the distance between you. You bring your knees to your chest, the bed creaking beneath you as you switch positions. Somehow, the bed shifts when he leans to sit beside you, and you let out a gasp of confusion, shock, and absolute terror.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He whispers, looking you up and down as you keep a tight grip on your knees, nails digging into the soft skin of your legs out of panic.
"Then what do you want?" It's more of a command than a question, demanding him to either leave or justify himself.
"I'm here because I want it too. This..." He places a hesitant palm on the top of your knee and you bolt up when you feel the pressure of his body on yours, rushing to stand out and up from the bed. You fling the blankets to the side as he tries to follow you.
"Get away from me!" You command sternly, once again crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. You're standing in the binding and your pants, which although loose are thin, meant to keep you cool in the deserts of Jakku. You watch as he moves from sitting on the bed to stalk towards you once more, and he puts his arms out defensively outwards towards you.
"I'm not going to hurt you!" He shouts, voice filled with desperation as he steps towards you once again.
You quickly run to the door of the hut as you release a whimper, intending to unlock it and run out, but as you reach for the knob and attempt to flee you watch as it is held in place. You repeatedly jiggle the knob as you try to open to door put in vain as you realize it is being held by the force. You unintentionally let out a small cry of despair as you turn around hopelessly to see kylo with an arm outstretched, holding the door shut. Suddenly, you hear a 'clank' and ship your head around in time to see the knob and lock fly out of place and into his hand.
"Fighting your feelings only makes it worse." He commands, taunting you as the two pieces fall from his palms to the floor in a sharp "jingle' sound.
"The only feelings I have towards you are hatred and anger." You cry out, wincing as his gaze intensifies. You're lying.
You have a soft spot for him, and it bothers you. Why should you feel compassion for the boy that killed his father and turned to the darkness for power? He should disgust you, but he intrigued you. You should despise him, but you pity him.
But you cannot feel these things too intensely, as you know how he feels about you. He even said it, and it stings you to the core. Tears begin to well up as you think of what he said.
You're nothing.
"You're not nothing to me." He quips, eyes searching for yours as you try to hide the tears that are forming.
You don't care what he thinks. You don't care about him.
Another lie.
"You can't fool me anymore, Rey." His voice softens and he looks directly into your chocolate doe eyes.
The way he softly lets out your name sends a shiver down your spine. How can he be so commanding, dominant; yet, at the same time soft and gentle when you are mentioned?
"Because I care about y-"
"Get out of my head!" You angrily shout, your hands rushing up to your temples as you force him from your thoughts. The tears are now streaming down your cheeks and off your chin in rivulets.
Before you know it his hands are upon you, his ungloved hands holding your shoulders in place as he lowers his head to look you directly in the face. Your tear stained face shines in the dimly lit room, and his face softens.
"Rey..." he calmly repeats your name again, holding you closer to him and it is then you see Ben. The shy, scared, frightened little boy is in front of you. The good radiates from him, the light is within him.
"I... care for you..." he whispers, the last word cracking in a whimper. He's afraid. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of emotion. You feel him trembling as he holds you, waiting for you to respond.
"Ben..." you frightfully whisper, not trusting your voice to finish the word. Another tear streams down your face and he lifts his right hand to wipe it away.
"Please..." his voice gives way again, and the slight stutter reveals his true feelings.
"I care for you too." You mutter softly, cupping his cheeks lightly in your hand as you hold his face. He leans desperately into your touch, so deprived, longing for your care. He releases a soft choking sound, and you look into his eyes to see tears forming as well.
The silence is almost deafening, the thrumming of your rapid heartbeat matching his, two drums beating together in time quickly, desperately.
You both long for each other's touch, the mere thought of it sending goosebumps down your arms.
You bring his face closer to yours as you lean forewords, raising up slightly on the tips of your toes to compensate for height difference. You watch as his eyes flutter closed and you mimic him, leaning in closer and tilting your head slightly as you close the distance between you. You jump slightly when your lips meet his, but don't move away; instead, you move closer.
His lips are soft, slightly larger than yours. You suddenly feel his torso lean against yours, the velvet soft skin of his chest meeting the thin material of your shirt. The kiss deepens, both of your bodies adjusting and moving against one another. Your hands move from his face to his back, holding and scraping at the same time while he focuses on your hips and back, moving up and down. As his chest grazes yours, you feel your nipples peak through slightly at the sensation, and a gasp falls from his lips in surprise when he feels it. He breaks the his to dip his head down slightly, looking at the raised peaks in your shirt and he pants. You watch as chest rises and falls heavily, and then he looks into your eyes once more, beginning to pull you close to him again.
As your lips meet his once more, you feel his right hand leave your waist and are saddened at the loss of contact; however, he quickly finds you once again- this time cupping your breast. At the contact you immediately gasp into his mouth, the kiss absorbing your pleasured moans. You arch your back and sigh into his touch, the gentle kneading of your flesh creating a burning sensation in your abdomen. He moves his mouth to begin kissing you chin, down to your neck, where he begins gently sucking and biting at the pulse. Your eyes lull closed at the sensation.
He then leans further to kiss your collarbones, sharply protruding from your shoulders and slightly covered by the thin shirt you're wearing. He moves his hand to begin massaging your other breast, and your legs dip under his careful touch.
"Rey..." he sighs lustfully as he protectively holds your waist to him, supporting your body weight as your knees weaken because of his touch.
"Ben... bed... now..." you gasp between breathy moans and he wastes no time. He stops his ministrations on your body as he leans down, placing an arm under your legs and swooping them up as the other catches your back. He carries you bridal style to the bed, a loving touch that you appreciate deeply.
Maybe one day you'll get married and he'll do this again for you.
As he gently eases you into the bed and lays down next to you, you begin to hover over him once more. As you straddle his lap, you look at his naked chest and notice the sheen of sweat already present. You cross your arms, grasping the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head swiftly in one movement, and watch as Ben's eyes quickly darken in lust and mouth fall slightly open.
He immediately raises both arms up, grabbing right below your breasts and around your ribs, kneading them gently before moving his hands further down and applying soft pressure to your hips, squeezing them gratefully. He continues rolling his thumbs over your hipbones and caressing your lower back, and you once again lean in to kiss him.
As you begin kissing him and lean further into him, you suddenly become aware of the growing pressure beneath you. You look down at your lap to see a large bulge in his pants, the black leather material stretching to accommodate his lust.
He then becomes slightly embarrassed, cheeks turning a deep crimson as his eyes cast lower to the left, away from you.
"I-I'm sorry, Rey, I c-" he begins to explain, stuttering, before you cut him off with a strong kiss. Your lips attack his, tongue plunging into his mouth and exploring as you begin to rub your hips against his. You feel a pressure building, a throbbing sensation in your groin forming as you continue to rut against him. He releases a gasp and begins panting, his head slightly thrown back with eyes closed in thin lines at the sensation. You begin moving faster, harder. Your body grinds against him in a pleasurable way, meeting the bulge in his pants every time in a heated rush.
As you begin to grind harder, panting as well, he suddenly flips you over so that you're on the bottom. You release a gasp of surprise, your head softly hitting the pillow as he grabs your hips and pulls them towards him, sending you sliding towards him.
You begin to feel his hands roaming your body as he kisses back down your neck, down to your breasts, where he gently catches a nipple between his teeth. Your breath stutters at the sensation of pain and pleasure intertwining, and you squirm beneath him as he begins to nip and suck in a tantalizing rhythm.
"You like that?" He seductively whispers before diving to smother the other with attention, gently kneading the swollen breast as well. You can't even begin to form full words.
Just as you think it couldn't begin to get any better, he begins kissing lower, leaving your breasts. You release a cry of disapproval as his mouth leaves your breasts, but quickly take it back. He kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your white cotton panties, slightly hesitating as he begins to shimmy then down your thighs. You try to close your legs but he whispers a calming "shhhhhhh" noise that makes you cease your actions completely, giving full control to whatever is about to happen. As he drags the flimsy material over your toes he tosses them effortlessly over his shoulder somewhere across the small hut.
He grins as he climbs back to you, placing hands on both knees as he gently eases them apart, spreading them effortlessly and swiftly. His eyes darken in lust as he looks upon you, moving his body closer to you. He leans in close to your sex, inhaling deeply. Your face reddens at this, embarrassed, and you turn away in shame and attempt to close your legs. At this, he grabs your face between his palms, holding you so that your eyes must look at him.
"You're beautiful, Rey, you smell so good. It's intoxicating." He murmurs deeply, voice somehow even more sultry than before. You look at him with a confused expression. How can that smell good? It's so musky? It-
"I know, Rey, it's supposed to smell that way, and it's so damn good. Let me show you." He comments, leaning back down towards your sex as his head is inches from where you want him most, thighs shaking at the mere thought of him down there.
"Ben, what are y-" you quake, words full of terror and fear.
"Shhhhhhhh. Just let go, Rey." He coos as he continues further, his mouth finally reaching you. Your body shivers as you feel him. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, not that you hadn't had anything down there anyways. There was never time to even think about such things.
Suddenly his tongue begins moving again, gentle strikes up and down your slit, and you begin panting breathlessly, grabbing his long locks and holding on for dear life.
"Kriff, Ben, oh-" Your pleas are cut short as he begins sucking yours clit, mercilessly attacking your sex with such vigor and passion. Your back arches as he grabs your thighs and pushes them over his shoulders, effortlessly pulling you closer to him and providing even more access and pleasure. Back arching and crying out to him in pleas, you can feel something begin to tighten in your abdomen. You're distracted when you feel a finger begin to dip inside your slit as he first gathers moisture, providing even more ease for exploring inside of you. You again gasp as you feel his digit enter you, his mouth never stopping. You're throbbing, dripping wet and squirming beneath him, clawing his hair as you pant heavily, feeling that vibrating, strong sensation in your sex.
"B-Ben, I fe-feel..." You can't even begin to describe it. A coil unfurling? A dam bursting? A jump to hyperspace?
"Let it happen, it's alright." He mumbles beneath you, his voice sending the most lucious vibrations to your already reeling body.
"Ben...Ben!" You cry out his name, calling for him.
You give into the feeling, body releasing itself in pleasure. Your body clenches upon his finger, tightening and releasing upon the foreign digit that gave you so much pleasure. He continues pumping in and out of you as you unfold, sucking to the rhythm of your release. As you ride out the waves of pleasure, your body is weak and exhausted, falling lifelessly to the bed as Ben finally ceases his ministrations.
As your breathing calms and your rapid heartbeat slows, you begin to feel him move up your body, appearing once again in front of you inches away. He wipes his mouth on his sleeve before lowering it once again to your lips, tongue slipping inside your mouth once again, and you can feel the unique taste of yourself. His kiss is intoxicating.
"Ben... need you... now..." you pant, wrapping your arms around his neck, closing the distance between the two of you completely. His expression shifts to concern and an instant, and you can feel his hesitation of hurting you both physically and emotionally.
"Ben, I want this.... I need this." You whisper to him, voice weak and needy.
At this he nods his head, sliding his pants off quickly, the scratching sound of hands clawing off pants somehow endearing in an odd way. As his pants slide off his midsection, his erection springs up quickly, bobbing slightly as he quickly finishes sliding his black pants off. He's larger than you thought, and your eyes widen as you become worried if he will even fit in you. He's soooo large.
You hear him release a laugh and remember that he can read your thoughts.
"Thank you, I think that's a compliment." He chuckles, and your cheeks redden again as you throw your hands over your face in embarrassment. He once again lays atop you on his elbows so that he basically hovers, and grabs your face in his hands. You release yours as you feel his, and look to see pure admiration.
"Okay, I'm ready." You mutter confidently, mustering up as much courage as you can as he hovers above you, still.
Are you sure? You can hear the words booming in his head nervously and you answer with a strong, confident nod.
Yes.
At this he leans down slightly, lining himself at your entrance, breathing labored. His eyes are almost pure black in lust, a proud grin on his face as you feel the top of his erection at your entrance. Your breathing becomes heavier as you feel him slightly push inward, barely inside of you yet stretching you. You whimper as he pushes further, an uncomfortable sensation of adjustment clouding ideas of pleasure. Fullness. You feel completely filled to the brim; yet, he's barely half way there.
You shut your eyes tight in fear and pain, on the edge of tears due to the discomfort.
Should I stop? Rey, what do I do? The thought echoes loudly in his mind and into yours, tone desperate and worried. You open your eyes to see his body frozen, slick with sweat and panting. There's no doubt in your mind how difficult it must be to hold back from plunging into your completely. You smile at how considerate he is. He really does care.
I'm okay. Keep going. Just, go quickly please!
As your answer reaches him, he wastes no time in sinking in fully. You release a cry as he fills you completely, both a gasp and a whimper echoing as you feel something inside you release, slightly easing the tension; yet, it creates a feeling of more fullness, but a comfortable fullness.
He moves his hands to hold your upper back, encouraging you as he brings his lips to yours, pumping desperately into your body. You cry out as the pain fades to a pleasure, the sensation of him now intoxicating and needed. You wrap your legs around him now, meeting his every thrust and taking him deeper, taking more of him in any way you can.
After a few thrusts you feel a jolt as he reaches the hilt, he seeks to be hitting something electrifying inside of you. You cry out loudly as it happens, and a look of concern crosses Ben's face until he realizes it's a good sign. He grinds into you more aggressively and quickly, pumping into you at an exquisitely wonderful pace. You begin to feel the vibrating sensation inside of you once again.
Harder? Faster? You like that, Rey?
Ye-YES! Ben pleeeease, please! More! More! Ben!
You cry out to him desperately, your thoughts encouraging each other as you continue harder.
Ben, Ben I'm gonna-
Before you can even finish the sentence, you're spinning once again, body fully sent into pleasure. This one hits hard, thighs shaking and body quivering beneath him as you cry his name, a benediction blissfully screamed.
He continues thrusting as you come down, falling limp once more.
Rey, I'm gonna come-
As he attempts to pull out of you, you hold him inside, moving and grasping his shoulders as you straddle him completely, lifting your body to thrust atop his erection.
Rey, I can't come inside you. I-
Yes, you can. It's alright, Ben. Come for me.
Needing your encouragement and nothing else, he grunts loudly as you feel a hot sensation filling you. You continue grinding on him relentlessly, feeling a flurry of the warm bursting sensations inside you as his grunting turns to panting, his body soon falling limp and exhausted in your arms.
At this, he leans you down next to him, both of you facing each other and breathing rapidly, caressing one another.
"I didn't know the force could connect us like that." He simply comments.
"I didn't either." You whisper, releasing a small yawn as you consider how it was even possible.
"You're tired, I should get back to th-"
"Wait!" You cry out desperately, cutting him off. "Stay with me." You plead desperately, both your voice and your eyes begging him as it wavers. You don't know why you need him here with you but you do. You want him to stay. A grin covers his usual empty gaze, and he wraps his arm around you, tugging you close to him. You inhale his scent, holding onto him with everything you have.
Always.
The thought echoes in your head and you smile into his chest. You'll never be lonely. You have him here with you. Always.
