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[contentment] seeped through the bond as Rey’s eyes fluttered with a sigh. She always loved when Ben held her this way. The solid warmth of his naked chest pressed firm against her bare back. His large hands rested on the flair of her hips. His thumbs caressed her flesh, and she couldn’t help the distraction at his touch. Rey loved those hands of his. She swayed slightly in his arms, and his body followed hers. He trailed lazy kisses from her shoulder to her neck, and she shivered as his heated breath skimmed her skin. A soft groan slipped from her, and she unconsciously arched into him. Ben twitched at her lower back and stiffened even more. His mouth left her neck and brushed her ear as something needy and lustful grew in the bond.
“Ready to see if this is still working?” he murmured as he tapped the birth control implant in her upper arm. Rey turned her head to meet his lips. [[It better be]] she projected to him as something molten and eager pooled between her thighs. His caressing hand faltered on her hip before an affectionate devotion swelled large in the bond. Ben returned her kiss with such profound ardor that she uttered a small and desperate sound in response. His lips on hers, he walked her forward until her legs hit the mattress.
She felt Ben’s [distraction] as he broke the kiss and pulled away to search the drawer by the bed. As he fumbled to find the lube, Rey bent over and splayed her hands on the mattress. She stared at his broad back as something teasing bubbled inside her. [[Waiting…]] He looked over his shoulder as she smiled and wiggled her ass. Ben’s dark eyes flit over her body. His throat bobbed before resuming his search with renewed urgency.
“Not long. Promise.”
[admiration, appreciation] “Oh, I beg to differ,” she said as he finally turned around, her gaze falling between his legs. Ben followed her eyes and smirked at his own groin. His haste left him as he applied some lube to his palm and returned it to the drawer. When he took himself in hand, she felt something good-natured roll through the bond.
[amusement] “No comment.”
“None?” she said in mock disappointment. It was Rey’s turn to be preoccupied as she watched his large hand slide along his length several times. Her mouth went dry when he pumped himself for good measure. Rey felt his [smugness], and she reluctantly shifted her attention away from his hand.
“None.” He moved to stand behind her, his hand cupping the curve of her thigh. He looked nonchalant, but the bond betrayed a hunger just waiting to be sated. The sensation was more than a little distracting. Something potent and heavy grew between them. His dark eyes held hers, and she swallowed past a lump in her throat. When he finally spoke, his words dragged with the full weight of his intensity. “I have nothing to add,” [boastfulness] “because I know it’s impressive.” Caught off guard, Rey snorted a laugh. He grinned as she felt his [affection], and the heady tension in the bond eased considerably.
“You know, most people would at least pretend to show some humility at such a compliment,” she said as Ben trailed his hand up her thigh. His gaze lowered to follow its lazy path.
[distraction] “What would be the point? You’d know the truth. And besides, I’m confident in admitting that I’m both prideful and biased.” The heat of his palm seeped into her skin as it came to rest on her hip.
“You have a pretty high opinion of yourself.”
“It’s not my opinion that matters here.” He squeezed her with a barely perceptible [possessiveness]. Rey rolled her eyes in response, but the retort on her lips turned into a groan at his kiss. Ben leaned over her, his other hand turning her head to his. His long fingers lightly wrapped around her cheek and throat, and she closed her eyes as she pushed herself against his now very prominent erection. When he broke the kiss, Rey felt a tug of focus in the bond. She opened her eyes to Ben’s smirk as he pressed his fingertips into the center of her back. She bent over and dropped her cheek to the mattress, the new position causing something in her to coil hot and tight. Want and eagerness fogged her mind as she craned her neck to look at him.
She managed to ask through her distraction, “So you think your opinion of yourself doesn’t matter?” His hungry eyes appraised her prone form, and liquid heat pooled low in her belly.
“Oh, it does.” Ben finally aligned himself with her and dragged his tip through the sensitive flesh between her legs. A quiver of anticipation shuddered through her as he teased. “But I’m biased about my own assets, remember?” he muttered in a low voice. “Your opinion, though. It means a lot to me. I always greatly value your thoughts.” He finally eased into her, gradual and slow. “I trust that your assessment of me is fair.” A satisfied sound rose in Rey’s chest as he opened her up to him, her body unwinding at the intrusion. “Even when you’re a little…” He settled inside her with a sigh. [[… distracted.]] She felt something in him give way as relaxation seeped slow and luxurious through the bond.
Ben’s knees nudged her thighs as he urged her further onto the mattress. His chest met her back as his hands clasped hers on the bedspread. Their connection in the Force rose and fell with a great sigh as his body enveloped her. He kissed her neck as they traded affection in the bond until finally, mercifully, he began drawing in and out of her at a steady, unhurried pace.
Rey settled into the sensations and rhythms of sex. She always loved this position. She loved the full body contact as his skin glided along hers. She loved the protection she felt in the enclosed space of his chest, legs, and arms. She loved the tenderness of his devotion as it warmed and softened her mind. Be it physical or emotional, she just loved the embrace of Ben.
But after several moments of his slow cadence, Rey craved something else. What he was doing wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She needed more. She needed him deeper, faster. Harder. His large and powerful body loomed over hers. She knew what he could do with that body. She knew how frenzied he could be. Her mind wandered to their duel on Starkiller. She wanted the same ferocity from when they’d fought. She wanted to feel the power and strength in his blows. She wanted him to drive her back. She wanted him to push her to the edge of the cliff. She wanted him to throw her from its heights. She projected this image of fierce intensity across their connection. Even without thought or word, Rey knew he would understand what she needed from him.
She arched her back at the sharp thrill that came from Ben. The feeling was so palpable, it was almost a physical sensation. Rey groaned as heady anticipation swelled in the bond. His hands gripped hers tighter. His lips found the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck again. He whispered something she couldn’t hear but felt [vulgarity, intention] [[… Not after I’m done with you.]] She sensed him drawing on the dark. It tinged the edges of the bond and seeped in with hedonistic delight. His muscles tensed around her. His body no longer draped languid over Rey’s. It caged her. The power he felt in his position transferred to her, and adrenaline surged through her own veins. Her heart rate spiked, and her breath escaped ragged and quick with eager excitement.
Ben suddenly thrust into her in one hard, swift movement. A low moan broke from Rey as she dropped her forehead to the mattress. She felt his prideful satisfaction, and she couldn’t help sending [[Showoff.]] But when he didn’t make another move, she swiveled to see his amused expression. He kept her gaze and seemed in no rush to continue. [[Well…?]] She said it as much with her eyes as she did with the bond. His smirk only grew more lopsided, and Rey became annoyed.
[impatience] “Are we going to do this?” [[Or should I just take care of myself?]]
“I mean, you could.” [[But it wouldn’t be in the way you want]] Ben projected with a mischievous lilt. Rey had to admit that he was certainly right about that. He lifted his shoulder in a lazy shrug. [patience] “I want you to say it.” She groaned, her face dropping to the mattress in exasperation.
He’d recently started asking her to say “please” when they had sex. After six years together, the request had come out of nowhere. She initially wondered if he just wanted to try something new in the bedroom. But whenever she asked him why he wanted her to say it, Ben was always evasive. Without an explanation, Rey instinctively pushed against it. She knew he respected her, but it was a request that felt demeaning. She’d never said it during sex before, and she wasn't going to say it now without good reason.
“Why are you so insistent about this? Wanting me to say that word in bed…” [distaste] [[It’s so… degrading.]] “Is this a power thing?” The bedding muffled her voice, and she felt the roll of Ben’s chuckle against her back before a peculiar weight of seriousness grew in the bond. Confused, Rey turned to see his grave expression.
“It's not meant to be degrading.” [earnestness] “I can promise you that.” A strange feeling always accompanied this request of his, but she still hadn’t deciphered what it meant. Even though Rey was great at reading him, he actively hid this from her (which was fine; everyone needed the privacy of their own mind). Yet despite his attempts of obscuring, the request was always tinged with a certain fragility. That feeling was stronger now, and it brought Rey up short. Unexpectedly, sex wasn’t the most pressing thing on her mind anymore.
[curiosity, seriousness] “Why do you want me to say it?” she asked quietly. A muscle twitched under his eye as he tensed his jaw. Then the vulnerable feeling disappeared as if it had never been there at all. Instead, a playfulness danced through their connection and across his face.
“I just want to hear you say it, that’s all.” [nonchalance] “You want something from me.” Ben started pulling in and out of her very, very slowly, and Rey could feel a lazy smirk in the bond. “It’s just polite manners to say it.” Her annoyance returned at his patronizing tone, and his glacial movements only irritated her more. [admonishment] “It’d be almost rude not to say it.” And with that, Rey was more than annoyed. She knew his playful ribbing was just part of whatever game he was playing, but how could she enjoy it if he’d never clued her into its rules? Rey wasn’t going to lower herself to say it no matter how much he insisted that wouldn’t be the case. She just wanted to have sex, dammit!
[[You ass!]] [obstinance] “I won’t say it!” [[I’m not going to beg you!]]
“Not begging,” he corrected. “But if you don’t wanna say it, I guess you won't get what you want.” His mocking insincerity was like the worst kind of grating. The slow drag and pull of him inside her only made it worse. It was all so… unsatisfying. It wasn’t what she wanted, and he knew it. She felt his barely restrained laughter in the bond, and her frustration flared large and angry. She was horny and not in the mood for games. Rey scowled up at him.
[annoyance] [[Dammit, Ben!]] “If you don’t fuck me right now--!” [[I swear to the gods--!]]
Ben laughed, and Rey pulled up short. Her irritation cooled further with the swift kiss he planted on her cheek. [apology, appeasement] His eyes danced with good-natured humor until they darkened with heat. His voice was low and dripped with lustful craving.
“You should give yourself more credit, Rey. No god or even the Force itself could compel me the way you do.” He abruptly shifted position, his broad chest leaving her back. Ben’s large hands encircled her waist, and a shiver ran through her at the veiled power just waiting to be exercised. His fingers grasped her flesh with domineering command, and Rey’s throat turned dry in carnal anticipation. She drew on the darkness that swirled around both of them, and her passionate need demanded satisfaction.
He suddenly drove into her in a succession of deep, rapid thrusts. All thought and previous irritation left her as Rey’s attention was brought to bear solely on the physical. The deep ache of Ben’s body at work inside hers was exquisite and exactly what she’d wanted from him. Guttural cries made their way from her belly to her lips as his hips jarred her own. Her hands bunched the sheets within her grasp as she anchored herself to the mattress. Rey sensed his cocky satisfaction for what he was doing to her, for the sounds and feelings he elicited. She felt Ben drink them in, and his thrusts only intensified in ferocity as their pleasure fought and danced in the bond.
His hands shifted and grabbed her by the hips to sustain the increased power of his drive. Something impossibly voracious consumed Rey at the bruising power of the fingers that dug into her. Ben’s heavy breathing mixed with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, and she felt as if she were being pushed back and back and back toward that cliff. A familiar and exponential pressure built up in the bond, a side effect of them chasing their own gratification. Rey used his to feed her own just as he was doing with hers. She wanted to find her release with Ben deep inside her, and she wanted him to feel every bit of it.
She relaxed her grip on the sheets and wet a few fingers with her mouth. When she snaked her hand between her legs, she sensed Ben’s feverish excitement. Rey leaned into the feeling and harnessed it for herself. As her fingers slid and rubbed, her eyes clenched shut, and a numbness spread outward from the juncture of her thighs. The sound of their bodies in symphony was the best kind of aphrodisiac, and rapid gasps staggered her moans. A prickling tingle shot through the finest nerve endings to every part of her as her fingers brought her ever-closer to that elusive target. She felt Ben’s [realization, thrill, intention, assistance]. His pace escalated as he amplified the feeling of his own pleasure in the bond. The effect was instant, and she was nearly delirious.
[[Oh fuck!]] “Ben!” She was almost there. She focused on the sensation, and their connection descended into a feedback loop of raw indulgence. Rey wanted that feeling to entirely transcend the bond. She wanted it all to transmute from the emotional to the physical. She wanted to feel Ben and his power in every infinitesimal part of her. She wanted to feel them in more than just the hands that grabbed her hips and the acutely luxurious ache he drummed deep inside her. She wanted to feel more of him.
[understanding, lust, accommodation] In one rough movement, Ben shifted position. His body hunched over hers. His right arm crossed her chest to pin the one that reached between her legs. His left hand grasped hers on the bed for leverage. The bulk of his muscular body pressed her forehead into the mattress. She was trapped and completely within his power. A simmering animalism reared feral in the bond, and Ben thrust into her with wild and brutal blows. Rey could only cry out as he drove her relentless to the edge. Close. They were both so close.
His arm crushed her against him. Her breathing was shallow. He grunted ragged gasps in her ear. A sudden aggression in the bond, and his hold squeezed tighter. Tighter. Tighter. Her body was restrained, her movement restricted. Her breathing was insufficient, her throat raw and irritated. A sour taste. Sand and coppery iron. A weight that wouldn’t allow her lungs to fill. Her breathing was nonexistent. An angry and gruff male voice.
“Fucking bitch!”
It wasn’t Ben. Terror and panic. She was in danger. She had to fight. She had to protect herself. Something in Rey lashed out. She felt queasy from the massive dump of adrenaline into her veins. Her heart was an erratic thrum in her chest. Her knuckles ached from gripping the sheets. Her breath thundered rapid and out of control in her ears. She clenched her eyes to shut out the visible texture of the bedspread that was all she could see and suddenly too close. Her back was cold. Something was missing. Someone.
Ben. He was gone. She couldn’t feel him inside her anymore. Rey forced herself to extend her awareness beyond the immediate of her physical body. A tense but emphatic calm pushed against the panic. She wasn’t the source of that purposeful stillness.
[[Breathe through it, Rey.]] She instinctively heeded the instruction. Even if it wasn't already something she desperately needed to do, Rey felt the advice tug with insistent urgency and care. She felt the sensation of a slow rise and fall of breathing in the bond, and she tried to follow. Her breath was shallow and came out quick, but it was moving through her lungs with more purpose. The level feeling in the bond draped over her like an embrace and decreased the power of her fear a bit more.
Rey forced herself to concentrate on the calm. She was only just realizing how taut her muscles had become. Her body was ready to spring, and different parts of her protested against the sustained strain. As she carefully loosened her grip on the sheets to relieve the ache in her hands, a restrained tension built in the bond.
[concern, caution] “Rey.” Ben’s voice came from somewhere behind her.