Following the events after The Last Jedi.
"Just a dream, it was just a dream," she says aloud attempting to calm herself, but the feeling doesn't dissipate, and her heart is still racing. She stands and walks towards the doorway to the fresh air out...
Kylo looked down at Rey in absolute terror; his lack of clothing didn't phase him. He was unashamed of his physical form scars and all, and he didn't care who saw it; however, the fact that Rey was tracing his scars with her fingers, that she'd locked the door and turned off the lights was instilling this sense of terror in him a fear the like of which he'd never encountered. He could see her mind and her intention, and he was nervous. She was in front of him in a mild state of undress, though wrappings covered her breasts, and she still wore her leggings. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. Even in the dim glow from the moon and stars from the small window to the side, he could see her sun-touched skin, scattered with beautiful darker marks- freckles, like the stars across a night sky. Having spent many years aboard ships with his body entirely covered, he thought his skin, compared to hers, was incredibly pale, boring even, compared to the flesh before him. He looked down at her in awe. Kylo could sense her lack of experience matched his own and that they both had a vague comprehension of what they were about to engage in and yet Rey showed no sign of apprehension. Her features were soft and gentle. She stood on her toes and brushed her lips against his.
"Don't be afraid. I feel it, too. Let go."
He closed his eyes and lightly kissed her back and then allowed her to lead him towards her bunk, desperately trying in vain to control his breathing. She leant back, pulling him on top of her. He was concerned about allowing his whole weight to lie upon her, so he propped himself up with one arm while the other held her face so he could take her in. Lips touched softly and tentatively, their mouths brushing lightly, their kisses gentle, delicate caresses. As they gave way to their feelings and heightened emotions, they became more explorative; lips parted, allowing tongues to touch and dance together.
Rey felt Ben begin to relax slowly, allowing the weight of his body to rest upon her fully as her hands went into his hair and traced his broad back. Their kisses became more feverish, and Rey shifted her body, raising one leg to allow Ben to lie more comfortably between her thighs as he moved from kissing her mouth to her neck and collarbone. His lips were warm and soft against her bare skin, and she leaned into him as her hands tangled within his dark locks, and breathy sighs escaped her lips. Rey wanted more- more skin against skin, more intimacy, so she moved both hands to his chest and pushed against him to sit back up. Sitting across from her, Ben's face was a mixture of confusion and disappointment until she reached up to where her wrappings around her top half were secured, and she began to unwrap them. At no point did she take her eyes from his; they were hungry and needy, and despite all that, behind them was that element of fear. He breathed each breath heavily, causing his shoulders to shudder as he watched her release herself.
Rey leaned to the floor and placed her wrappings down but kept her arms wrapped across herself, hiding her newly nakedness from him. Kylo leaned forward, grasped her face and kissed her hard, lips colliding with his sense of urgency. He pulled her to him, and they knelt now upon the bunk. Kylo could feel more of her now than he could before as his hands traced up the length of her bare back, feeling every curve carefully. His desire for her clear, Rey relaxed and entwined her arms about his neck. Again, the kisses became deeper, more frantic, as though they were each other's oxygen, as though without the other's lips on theirs, they couldn't breathe. Kylo pulled her head back gently by her hair to taste her neck and where that elegant neck met her shoulders. Rey gasped out, and Kylo, no longer fearful, began to lower her down; he wanted more. His desire for her and this feeling, this burning in his veins, took hold as he placed her back on the bed. Their shared kisses continued, this time feverish and deep to start, an all-consuming need for each other and the connection that being within each other gave. Desire drove away all thoughts until Rey bit Kylo's lip gently, and he felt her hands move from clinging to his back, reaching around for his trousers. It was a silent instruction. He sat back from her and removed what clothing remained. When he looked back at her, he saw she'd done the same and now sat with her knees drawn up to her chest and arms wrapped around herself, apparently still uncomfortable with her nakedness before him, unaware that he considered her to be perfection in human form. Kylo smiled gently at her insecurity, turned to her, and reached for her right foot, pulling it slowly and gently from her towards him. He stroked up her lean muscular calf, resting his hand temporarily behind her knee. He gave her a heartfelt smile before gently kissing her leg. As he came closer to her, he stroked higher up her leg, bringing his hand to rest on the back of her thigh. He hovered above her as she lowered herself to a lying position beneath him.
Rey was surprised by his smile, so genuine and now so sure, his initial fear gone. She felt a little nervous now as she looked up at him, but she was ready; she wanted this. She raised her left leg around him as he lowered himself down. Her hips tilted to meet his, and they seemed to truly fit. The air between them vibrated with their hot, nervous breaths as they began to move as one in unison, hips connecting, bodies uniting in synchronisation.
Rey clung to Ben, her arms raking his back for purchase. Their kisses between their gasping breaths were now long, deep and intense, as though they were genuinely attempting to become one in every respect. This was what it was supposed to feel like. They were one: darkness and light, two sides of the same Force. Ben took one of her hands, entwined their fingers, and held it above her head. Rey's free hand grasped his shoulder as she held onto him, never taking her eyes from his as they moved together. His eyes seemed illuminated around the shadow of his hair, which fell forward in dark waves.
Rey's beautiful dark-lashed eyes never faltered from his as he lost himself in their mutual motions in this inexplicably building furore. Faster, deeper, he wanted all of her to be buried within her, to be absorbed by her.
Rey only faltered from his intense gaze when she began to feel a sensation she couldn't explain take hold of her, and she began to arch her neck back. Ben's hand reached up her spine to hold her form to him, not wanting any space between their interlocked bodies. She could see a bright light around her- the Force. The feeling built and built, reaching an inevitable climax that eventually overflowed, and she cried out, grasping Ben's hips as he tensed his hand clenched on their interlaced fingers, and he exhaled sharply with a growl shuddering above her.
Ben removed his hand from Rey's back, allowing her to relax on the bunk fully. He propped himself up above her, trying to regain his breathing, but it came in haggard short bursts. The air between them felt cool against their warm, damp flesh. The brilliant white Force light dimmed, and objects around them which had been suspended in the air due to the surge of Force energy crashed to the ground.
Eventually, Rey tilted her head up and looked at him, reaching a hand to tuck a wave of dark hair away from his face.
"You ok? You're trembling," her query came as almost a pant. She, too, was struggling to regain her normal state.
Ben managed a nod and murmured, "Mmm-hmm, I'll be alright."
He gave her a passionate short, breathy kiss before he relaxed onto her and buried his face in her neck. They lay entangled in mutual bliss in each others' embrace. They were one.
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