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Why?
Her hands grasp tightly to a broken saber, her teeth ready to grit with a nose prepared to scrunch as an internal pain roars through her heart. She watches as Finn caringly looms over the rebel Rose, his eyes latched and swirling with an emotion that she finally recognizes. It's one that nearly makes her trembling hand reach up to grab her chest. The one to cause the origins of her shattered heart. Rey's eyes advert as General Leia sits besides her, old hands that are entangled with the Force wrap around the last Jedi. The young female wonders if the Resistance General truly knows how she feels while mingling into the hug.
"We have everything we need..." Leia's tired eyes sway towards broken metal and a cracked kyber crystal cradled in Rey's hands. It nearly appears lifeless, dull and inactive. There's a reassuring tone in her voice, but it wasn't reassurance towards the honest turmoil the young girl's heart was experiencing. It wouldn't set things right.
Ben. She wants him back.
He offered her everything. It was a proposal. A proposal that she should have thought through more. Instead, she rejects him. The memories of their last Force Bond moment tumble through her thoughts, his face full of genuine heartbreak, Ben on his knees bowing before her as if she was his one and only queen. His lips are quivering, his eyes looking ready to flow water. Truly, she witnessed the weakest moment in his life. She broke his heart, just as much as hers was broken. She feels a guilt discreetly crawling up her spine, her mind in a flurry of a confliction of mixed feelings. She believed so hard she could bring Ben Solo back, that he would be by her side like she saw when they touched hands. That he would come home to the Resistance with open arms, with his mother perching a loving smile as her son finally returned. It was just a fantasy now. One fantasy that turned out to be real, one she craved were his hands--she aches to touch him again. It felt so right. A part of her didn't understand.
Why? Even now, the female is convinced she can still help him, somewhere there was a raging ember of hope. He was someone who was able to understand her better than herself, who not once dared to harm her even in his mysterious ways. Each moment they had spent, his hands would be as gentle and amorous like his dark eyes. They would gleam at her like the entire galaxy was stored within it, that nothing else mattered. Nothing at all would fascinate him more than the gleaming amber that collided with a chestnut hue. Rey's heart continues to cry to experience his presence again, just like when they touched their fingertips. By far, the most sensational phenomenon she had ever experienced in her life.
"Rey, what's wrong?" Leia manages to take away the young Jedi's distress. At least for a mere moment, any distraction helps. Until she has to think about it.
"I think I need some time," her voice trembles, pulling away from the hug.
"Rey...We have hope." Leia releases her grip from the Jedi, her facial expression partially confused.
The female Jedi lifts herself off from the seat, a few tears streaming down her cheeks. Her gaze flickers back to a Finn comforting that unconscious Rose. This could of been them; her and Ben. This is the reason why. The young female's mind is swarmed by him. She struts off to a separate room, a head buried in a soon, soaked stained pillow. Luke was dead. Snoke was dead. Why didn't she take his hand? A galaxy was offered to her, a chance to jump right to the top of the galactic hierarchy. It was disappointment that she was riled with, that he had unleashed a behemoth of destruction all at the Resistance.
Her callous digits persist in clenching tightly to the broken silver that she had noticed barely dulled over the ages. Breaths were shallow, erratic and then swiftly changed course into heavy and long ones. The hardness of the reeked pillow is the only thing catching tears, the ones that spilled from all the confusion and intensity of her current situation. She failed--Rey had failed Ben. At least, it felt like it, even when a small fragment of that hope still remained to shimmer within. The Jedi wants to speak again, have another Force Bond moment connect, yet at the same time she feels it would be too soon. She could call herself a contradiction with how unaligned her emotions rattled. In that confusion, she tosses the pieces to the side, impulsively whilst the sound of clunking against the Falcon's floor. The Jedi's back rolls into the bed, her nose dabbled in a heavy red along with under her eyes. There remained tear stains as she stared at the metal above her, thoughts skipping onward.
She wonders how Ben was doing. Does he feel the same right now? Is he still planning to wipe out the Resistance, to track them down and snuff out every individual who belonged to it? A part of her wonders if she had ended up joining them, would she have been a big enough influence to sway his opinions and possibly take down the First Order? The honest question she had to ask herself is how much does she really care about the First Order and Resistance. This wasn't her war, she was swept up into it. He was right, she had no part in this story, no direct strings. Just the Force. Unless he is starting to rub off on her, his words lingering around in her tumultuous brain.
"I'm sorry," she mutters into the pillow, twisting her body as in a moment of instinct, she reaches out into the Bond. The disappointment didn't filter through, just the loneliness that crept on her discreetly. Surely enough the female realized what truth existed; that not once had she been lonely in his presence. Gripping tighter, her nose bakes itself into a red hue, sobbing growing loudly as her breakdown begins. It was times like these she felt weak, where she would seclude herself into the quietest place possible. Free of all curious creatures with only silence as her witness to her dismay. She feels like she's back on Jakku, crawling into one of the compartments of the AT-AT to let loose waterworks. The pellets of sand tinker and clack against its frame, the only other sound Rey seemed to remember besides her sobs for deceased parents. Garbage, having nearly no memory of what their faces even looked like. They treated her like trash.
Now she's somewhere different, surrounded by a collective group of individuals who she has placed as allies, friends and close companions. Why did it still feel lonely? Was it because they didn't use the Force or had any Force sensitivity? She had friends, they loved her, even her best friend Finn pushed beyond the limits, trampling through the First Order back on Starkiller Base just to see her again. She adored it, being cared about like that. She just didn't know how to take it, having a group of friends to call her family. So long, she has been waiting for long lost parents, aching for a family, trying to make Han Solo and Master Skywalker into father figures that never were meant to be. Even Ben told her this, that she needed to let go. Her memories flicker back to Maz's words, telling her that there was someone else; someone else who could be her family. They just needed her help. Something within her reminds the once-scavenger of who.
"B-Ben..." Rey murmurs into the pillow between crying hiccups. The sheets are torn, chaotic and wrinkled the further she curls up into them. She's confessing to plain oxygen, her heart and soul riveting with melancholy. Luckily for her, or possibly not, she knows that no one can hear through the door to her quarters or so she thinks so. The metal is thick enough, barely hollow for sound to bounce around and echo down the Falcon unless your body was shoved against the door.
"I feel so alone. I don't want to be alone anymore. I d-don't....I don't know what to do. I still don't know my p-place..."
Something in the scenery changes, a familiar echo that she remembers occurring back on the sea engulfed planet of Ahch-To. She doesn't bother, continuing her tears, giving out sharp gasps and muscle twitches while her head fills with pain. The female Jedi's face is planted in deep, trying to muffle what she considered to be disgusting sounds and an uncomfortable puddle beneath her. The echoing furthers though, reality feeling like its being warped, another environment slowly merging into hers.
"Rey..." That voice protrudes.
There's a hand on top of her head, bare fingers stroking through chestnut locks, dark eyes and bulky physique hovering over her. The figure's mass casts a shadow over the woman, lips quivering as the redness on his own nose nearly mimicked her. He felt her pain, the heartbreak and the ultimate desire for comfort. Her eyes peer up and she's astonished, a crimson nuance scattered upon restless bags. His face is almost exactly how she remembered it when she closed the door on him. Back on his knees, a desperate plea in his facial, sweat dripping down and red flushing akin to hers. It's a sadness that crosses, like she nearly broke the man. It had to be Ben Solo doing this, she knows Kylo Ren wasn't the one coming to the rescue of comfort. He wasn't known for that. At least, Rey was unable to tell whether it was Ben or Kylo, but she wants to believe it is Ben. To her, he's always Ben. Yet, he's brushing fingers through her hair, tear stains gathered down an angular face as that black shadow covers most of the Supreme Leader's face, eyes darker than murky dirt. They didn't have that particular gleam in them like when Ben had touched her fingertips. Was it Kylo then? The chaotic, thwarted and convulsing side comforting her? If it was, she accepted it, wanting the touch and feel of him wrapping around her.
"Don't be sorry, Rey," lonely eyes lure over her figure. He looks so calm, so extensively vulnerable. She found herself inching closer to him, her face soaked in her own tears and snot. She wishes he was actually here, so desperately. Now, her head is resting in the Supreme Leader's lap, head against his thigh as his gentle strokes continue to flicker through her hair. It was comforting, something she needed despite the disappointment taking a rampage inside of her, yet it was the thing the Jedi needed most. Her fingers curl, clenching into his pants. He is here, just not here. It was close enough.
"Why does there need to be a war? Are you still planning to kill the Resistance?" Her words are almost blocked by gulps and sniffles. She feels so weak, and vulnerable like himself. For him, it was a complicated question.
"You know what I said before. All of it needs to die. Just like you, I was swept up into it." Ben's voice is low, far from monotone as he easily picks up the female's emotions, the pain that ricocheted no matter how deep their minds melded together. Though he manages to retain that gentle pace of strumming gloved digits through chestnut locks.
"You could stop it, Ben." Rey takes in a swift breath as she heaves it right back out. "Aren't you the Supreme Leader now? You could tell them to stop. No one else has to die. No one else needs to."
"A new Order needs to be established and my offer still stands. I meant it when I said I want you to rule with me. We have the same goal right now, Rey. For the war to end."
Her body instantly swings upwards, her tears still treading down but at a much lesser quantity, flourishing red not from just her distraught, but a flaring anger. She wants to scream at him, even when that ember in her roars and cries that she can still save him. Ben Solo is still in there and she can return him back to his mother, so her belief goes. Rey is outraged that this man is still sworn on a path of destruction, that he still intends on destroying it all. How could he?! Her friends, Finn, Poe, BB-8, General Leia and the rest were her family, which is in the Resistance. Does he intend to also kill his own mother? She isn't sure but like hell she would let him do it. Rey is clutching to them, her thoughts swirling around the people she holds dear.
"Why?! You could just tell the First Order to stand down! Are you really going to kill your mother?!"
There's a sweet spot she managed to punch, the silver lining of tears burrowing up in his eyes. She isn't sure if she managed to hit that spot too hard or not, both of them were trying to make sense of their opposing sides. There's a darkness surrounding him now, Ben is nearly biting his bottom lip as those silver lines ran down his face much like his Jedi counterpart. He's so vulnerable in front of her. His brows furrow and he looks away from her, nearly disgusted at the thought. Yet he's still thinking to himself, trying to follow what he said to her about letting go of the past. Did he have the mindset to kill the very woman who brought him into this galaxy? He tried once before, he couldn't do it. How would he expect himself to do it again? He'd find a way to avoid it.
"Don't," his tone is close to angry, but he doesn't have it in him to show that notorious wave of aggressiveness at the ex-scavenger.
"Don't what?" She flings a convulsive attitude.
"Don't bring her into t--"
"You killed your father. Why not her?" Her breaths are sharp.
"I didn't need him anymore. He was someone who held me back." It felt like they were taking steps backwards, back to the topic once again. Didn't they have this discussion already on Ahch-To?
"I still don't understand. He loved you..."
"Like my mother, he didn't want to deal with me. I was sent away. He was never there for me. Always smuggling. That pain of being cast out, to where even Skywalker had his saber held against me in my sleep. It won't go away."
"Your mother, Leia, she wants you back. With everyone here. I know she loves you." Rey scoots slightly closer.
"I won't be accepted even if I returned. Not everyone is going to have open arms. You think I wouldn't be punished?" His head finally turns back towards her, his expression never changing since he first turned away. She's not astonished at all, she knows he is right. Lives he has taken, the way everyone within the Resistance fears him. Not everyone knows he is the son of Leia, how would they gaze upon their beloved General if they had found out?
"Then what will it take for you to stop all of this?" Her sniffles end, finally feeling like her words have much more meaning in how they protrude to him. She's sitting up straighter, slender fingers curling into the bed sheets. The Jedi's amber eyes are stuck in a trance, locked with his whilst his high-paced emotions calm down within the Bond. The ability to still feel each other's emotions baffled her.
The keen expression on his face changes, the silver lines stopping as do hers. For a moment they're in sync, contemplating on what each other would think, deeper into each others minds much more than before. Each time they connect through this indescribable bond, they're only drawing closer to each other. It's to the point where each feel not just emotions, but hear the brief cries of torment. This was how it started, where the Supreme Leader heard the sniffles and loneliness murmured by his Jedi counterpart. It just happened, the connection, all with the desire to heal that awful loneliness and bring company. They were much more similar than they realized, an interesting parallel.
"I wanted you to join me. We wouldn't be alone anymore, or separated by two sides," his breath huffs out.
"I can't, Ben. You know that."
"Yes. You can. I feel it."
What if she had accepted his hand? Where would she be? Rey wonders if her friends would be safe from the devious and malicious First Order. If she joins, would he stop? There's too many questions and her attachment to her friends are the only reason for why she sways to their side. Ben has shown nothing but honesty, she knows it is genuine.
"If I join you, will all of it stop?" Her eyes are twinkling again.
There's that familiar look from Ben when they touched hands. The darkness dwindles, there's a glimmer of hope beginning to rise to the surface. He's taking a deep breath, closing part of the vicinity between the two while scooting closer. It was a sign she was looking for, the light in him coming out of its dark cave, illuminating brightly. Eventually she's finding herself also scooting closer, pupils yearning for words to usher out of prominent lips. Why did she think he was almost dreamy in this way? Perhaps, it was the way he paused greatly before murmuring his answer, the way his head cocked and moved closer to her. Though all of this was affirmed when his hands reaches to hers, gloved fingers dressed in ebony wrapping around the form of her hands.
"Yes," his voice is so gentle, so content and hopeful. Now she knows it is Ben this time--just like she had thought. She knows there's a light burning within him, but a desire that's hungry for her. Were the two just so wrapped up in emotions they couldn't understand?
She's finding herself closer now, stuck in this unspoken trance. Her heart is racing, pumping harder than ever before. The Jedi has never felt her insides flutter so high, her breath hitched as his is nearly the same. It's like they're feeling the same thing, their rhythms as one, their minds mending even further as a warmth builds up rapidly. Their foreheads touch, eyes closing. Rey couldn't control it, nor could Ben. It was an instinctual pulse, something primitive that clawed out. Their environments are much more vivid, their bodies nearly manifesting, projecting where they resided even with being systems apart. This Force Bond, it only grew stronger and allowed the two to be further intertwined. Ben's desire was more than obvious, as was Rey's. It was sudden, so fast at how they both instantly changed within their conversation and breakdown. Finally, the mental walls between the two had fallen.
"It will, Rey. My allegiance to the First Order will be something fabricated. We can make it into something different..."
He's so close. Millimeters apart, his gloved digit placing itself along the female's smooth cheek. His breath is heavy, hot, but welcoming on her facial. Whatever it was, it was him. She wanted him. He wanted her. That's exactly what influenced her to nod to him.
"No more fighting. No more deaths," her own blazing breath exasperated.
"I can't promise no casualties. But-- we can work together to achieve our goal. They all think you killed the previous Supreme Leader. Not me. If they find out it is me, then there will be mutiny from the General."
"Ben, could you delay any attacks on the Resistance? Could you pull that off for me?" She has him wrapped around her finger, so tightly and firmly. Lucky for her, he gives such a satisfying response.
"Yes. If it means you will join me."
"You already know my answer then," Rey manages to whisper so softly with a slight sultry tone.
"We can create something new. Away from this war. Just you and me," his voice is low and welcoming.
It came so softly, so gently, the way their lips came together in unison. How could someone like him be so gentle? Was he experienced? Something in her tells her that the mighty Supreme Leader Ren wasn't, the way he smothered and tried to insert his tongue incorrectly. She was no expert on kissing herself, but her hands reach up to grab angular cheeks, straightening her back as she takes time to explore this strange new activity. Her insides are nearly on fire, an interesting warmth builds up between her legs whilst her stomach rivets with butterflies. She had to be crazy, right? She was kissing him, both of their hands on each other. The more Ben and Rey explored the inside of each other's mouth, the better the process was. His mouth was attached to her, licking her savory and feeling every inch inside of her mouth. They were to be each other's first in making out, eyes closed with linked hearts fluttering.
Slender yet callous digits are wrapped in raven locks, gloved ones wrapped in chestnut strands. He's clinging to her, like it's the last moment he'll ever have--knowing fully well that their Bond could disconnect at any split second. She's pushing him over, toppling him on the bed into hard yet dull colored sheets. They're rough, but not uncomfortable enough to distract her from romantic interactions with Ben. She's nearly surprised at herself as that heat builds up, unsure of what exactly took over her. Whatever it was, the point was that it felt right.
"Rey..." He's murmuring between short breaths and the sound of saliva slipping in between lips as she leans down in for another kiss. This is it--the thing he's been wanting to do with her the very first moment they locked eyes in that wretched interrogation room. The moment her body was strapped to the frigid metal, dressed in filthy rags and dirt stains decorating her body. To him, she was a beautiful creature, the most alluring he's ever managed to stumble upon. Now here she is, dominating over the Supreme Leader as he lavished within his Desert Flower's presence.
"Shut up," her voice spews out in a harsh manner. It isn't loud, but whipped up in a sultry-like tone. The Jedi is kissing him more and more, fingers clutching until they finally release their grip. She's huffing and puffing furiously, cheeks flaming with an apparent tint of red. Her body swings up a bit, sitting within the opposing Force User's lap. Rey couldn't tell herself why, but every instinct in her persuaded her to rock and rub her hips into his.
He's fully aware of her intentions now, gently grinding his hip upward as blood swells to that particular spot. Never in his life has he had the opportunity to fornicate, or even be this intimate with another individual. The previous Supreme Leader would holler and electrocute him if he were to even display a hint of affection. Except, things have changed, able to have the power and position to do whatever he pleases. Though he ranked his Desert Flower nearly above him, or at least next to his status. She's everything.
"Make me," Ben is nearly grinning.
That's all it took for the female Jedi to slightly push her hips back, revealing the bulge protruding from black pants. Her eyes are in a trance, mouth gaping slightly as she's locked onto that area. Heart beating fast, Rey is trying to decide what to do. Why is she hesitating? This shouldn't be that hard, but she wants to try to make sure that her partner is done right--despite all the wrong he's done. She's in love and she knows it.
Lucky for her, so was he.
The Jedi's hands are guided along that bulge, gulping as her fingers trickle along to feel the shape of it. She can tell he's nervous, not just by the facial expression he emitted but his emotions throughout the bond. It felt intensified, like they slipped into a different reality and her environment closed out around her now. The rattling of the Falcon's pipes and wires ceased, going to into silence as his heavy breaths and bed movements filled her auditory. Her fingertips finally toy at the hem of the high waist pants, tugging them down until the beginning of his groin shows.
She stops again, her heart pounding faster and that wetness building up even further from her female sex. Her digits clutch around the stretchy material even more, gripping but her body idle as she's trying to decide what to do next. Rey bites her bottom lip, studying his abdominal region with the scars that were adorned on his figure.
"I've never done this," she finally admits.
"Neither have I," there's a reassurance from him. It's a first for both. "I'll show you how if--"
"I've seen how it's done. Just..." She's lulling her gaze back to his pants. Taking in a sharp breath, she pulls the fabric down to reveal a hard and exposed cock. Her face is close to exploding with red, only to notice his is as well. Her hand wraps around his length, taking into account a rather wide girth. Beginning to pump up and down, she notices his short inhaled breaths as she continues to administer.
"How does that feel?" Rey's voice isn't exactly confident. It's her first time performing and she's studying the feel of it. Hard and soft, she thinks to herself.
"Grip it tighter."
She does, her fingernails nearly close to digging in. They're rigid and chipped slightly, but would he really expect anything else from someone who rarely took care of their hygiene? Let alone lived with no refresher most of her life.
"Like this?"
"Yes," Ben affirms.
"I want to try something else. Something else I saw."
"Do it."
She pushes herself back, hunching over and wrapping her mouth around the tip of his member. It tastes like skin of course, something where she felt between being surprised and also not surprised. Rey isn't exactly sure how the females in those holos she saw made males riled up as their mouths strode along their cocks. Did she just push her head up and down? She tried it, bopping her head along his length while her tongue remained idle under. Her eyelids flutter, saliva slowly tricking down his length from the secretion of her mouth.
The Supreme Leader is huffing at this point, his hips ready to jerk into her face as half of his length is sucked in. He's so unsure, just as much as her but every ounce of this experience just felt right. The more she sucks down, slobbery and messy with her head bops and drool, the more he is feeling that climax build. Ben is huffing and puffing, low audible moans eliciting from the male as she further takes him in. No--he wouldn't let her finish him with a simple blowjob. He would give her the same oral treatment.
"Stop," he murmurs to her a few minutes later. Rey's head instantly slides up, the sound of popping releasing and a string of saliva connects from his erection to her luscious lips. Her expression is filled with bewilderment, a slight embarrassment or rather a worrying phase. She wonders if she was doing this wrong.
"My turn," he ushers out.
No, she wasn't.
Ben launches up, grabbing Rey by the waist and using all of muscles to fling her below. He's hovering over with predator eyes, his cock rubbing against rugged pants tinted in a dark hue of beige. Even in the Force Bond, he could feel the fabric, the smoothness of her skin and the heat her body readily admitted. He reaches down to undo the belt to her holster, tossing the blaster to the side. Proceeding to unwrap the buckle, Ben clutches to those rugged pants and pulls them down to her knees. The fact he could physically move clothing items around within their Bond spoke just how powerful and close the two were connected. A thought he managed to keep that thought at the back of his mind.
"Wait-wait-- what are you doing now?" Rey stutters.
"I want to taste you."
She didn't bother responding to him, mostly because at this point her mind was going blank. Her sex was exposed, his gloved hands cupping her thighs and pushing them up in the air. Kriff, he wishes he knew how to properly do this. She looked absolutely gorgeous, her wetness apparent and folds ripped with pink. He's twitching to insert him, but not yet. He has yet to taste her essence.
"Ben--Ah!" Her voice squeals and a loud moan elicits from vocal cords. His tongue is sloppily flailing over her clit, to between her labia, head between her legs while they hung in the air. His bold lips and cheeks are soon decorated in Rey's secretion--taking in the tangy yet sweet liquid. He wanted more of it, getting worked up from the way her chest heaved up and down, her breaths fast and short.
It was minutes he devoured her, from inserting his tongue to nipping her folds. He couldn't get enough of the squirming reactions and the mantra which was her voice that soothed him. He'd pin her legs for days here if he could, taking his sweet time to educate himself in which specific spots protruded a greater reaction from the female. He'd add one obsidian finger inside, her lubrication adorning it in a gleaming manner as he thrusted with his index.
She was a virgin, like him. He knows she is extremely tight, her muscles not yet exposed to sex or the vibrations and rupturing of a phallus. He would surely change that as a daring look was caught in his eyes. Her chest never calmed down, watching as this predatory man quickly ejected his finger and released her legs. He's making haste to push her pants down more, over her boots which took a solid minute to succeed.
"Ben." He stops at the notion of his true name.
"I'll be careful."
"No--I'm going to be called away soon. Hurry."
Rey can feel the swift buildup of panic that erupted in her beloved Jedi Killer. He's suddenly being pressured, the distress pulsating into their secret bond. He wastes no moment, as each is precious, gripping his length and slowly inserting it into his beloved Jedi while her legs were spread open. Biting the bottom of his lip, he notices Rey grip the sheets whilst he pushes his member into her. She's squinting, bare digits clutching tightly as she's enduring an uncomfortable pain.
"We don't have enough time."
Just like that, he gives one forceful thrust, breaking the hymn and allowing his cock to bask within the amiable warmth that surrounded him. His mind was going blank, his eyes dazed as fucking his Desert Flower became his priority. He didn't have time to dwindle around, to play with pace. There's something primal continuing to roar, whispering in his ear to pound hard and fast into her as if it were their last moments.
"Ah!" Rey's voice repeats over and over. She's growing louder mixed in with the sounds of skin slapping from his raw administrations. She's flailing up and down, Ben's body hunched over as his hands clench on top of her palms, holding her down. He's forcing his hips to collide with hers and he knows something is coming. He just isn't aware of how it would come with this type of sexual activity.
"Ah--Kriff!" Ben's lips collide with Rey's, an attempt to muffle her as some of senses indicated the presence of individuals nearby. Was her door really sound proof as she thought before? Surely, someone would notice the voluptuous moans and the squeaking of an old metal bed frame. In his reality, he's in his private quarters on black blankets. At least the Supreme Leader wouldn't be disturbed--but how would an innocent bystander on Rey's part react? He needs to make sure she isn't causing an uproar from their sudden intercourse.
A part of him also though about how he couldn't worry about something measly as a simple Resistance agent checking in on her. He'd say let them, allow them to know who has marked the last Jedi. Let them know he has deflowered the once-scavenger and keep her all to himself. He'd never allow anyone else to touch her.
Kissing and fucking her was enough to set him off. He can't hold it in anymore after exerting so much energy. There's a surge of release from him, his own secretion filling her with a warm substance. His hips rest as pearls of sweat trail down heated cheeks. He's panting but not nearly as much as the female below him. There's a fullness feeling inside of her, her legs wrapping around his hips as she slides her tongue between his lips.
She's trying to catch a grip on her reality as there's knocking at her door, her female sex wrapping around Ben's cock while both of their heads swing to the side, breaking apart the barrage of kisses.
"Kriff," she mutters out.
"Rey? Are you alright?" A male's voice echoes through the metal door. "Finn was wondering where you were."
It was Poe. Finn was looking for her? She wasn't in the mood for this, as well as having done this at the most inappropriate time.
"Alright! Tell him I'll--ah!" Ben is quickly pulling himself out of her canal. She couldn't hold in the moan that hopped out of her throat. Ben's substance leaking out of her as he had previously filled her to the brim. The Supreme Leader is backing off, tucking himself down as he pulls up his pants. He knows they'll have to disconnect.
"Rey, everything alright in there?" Poe inquires.
"Tell Finn I just need some time to myself!"
She's rushing to pull up her rugged pants, waiting for the waist band to clasp at her hips with a snug fit. Her chestnut eyes that matched her locks dance back to Ben's, full of a longing and a desperation. She needed to see him again.
"Reach to me again when you can," his voice is low, close to whispering as it reverts to an echo in their bond. He kisses her one last time, eyes closed with a hand cupping her cheek. Rey reciprocated the action, gripping tightly and never letting go as she knows in mere moments he'd disappear.
Those few moments pass and like that he disappeared from her. The bond had disconnected, even though she knows with a single tug of her finger on that string and he'll be hounding. She's wiping the sweat off her heated face, taking the old blanket and rubbing it aggressively. It's when she is shocked that she looks into the mirror and notices just how much bright red adorned her blazing cheeks. Maybe she could pull it off that she had intense waterworks?
She waits a few moments for the sound of Poe's footsteps to stamper away on metal tiles, her own footsteps shuffling to the door panel. Pressing a button the metal slides open and she's back into the main halls of the Falcon. There's already eyes peering over her as they stare at the red that stained her facial.
She forces herself to have more of a pouty face, even though her adrenaline was high and she can still feel the wetness between her legs. She thought nothing of it, except that she would have to clean up herself later. Were people talking about her with all the stares they gave?
The Jedi finally realized the reason and embarrassment took over. All it took was one small glance and she noticed the wet spots around her crotch region. That was leftovers, definitely. Here the Jedi is--a hot mess, full of nervousness and finally a whiff of determination arose. Even with the stench of sex in the air. She bites her bottom lip, bearing the baggage as she makes way to the main area she'd figured Finn would be--with Rose.
"Rey!" She hears the familiar voice of her best friend. He's smiling and full of relief. "Found out Rose is going to be fine. How are you holding up? Poe told me about you."
"I'm..." Rey manages to space out briefly as her thoughts skimmer back to Ben's riled up face. "I'm fine. I think I just need some time."
"You know I'm here if you need anything."
"Thank you. Do you know what the plan is for the Resistance?"
"We're planning to have a base on Chandrila."
She had a bad feeling about this.