His hands paw at the bed and then grip her hips and finally her ass as they thrust against into each other in a frantic need for release that made his spine tingle and every nerve in his body stand on end. He whines almost impatiently, the coil inside him drawn tight. The only things he could hear were their breaths, the bed creaking, and the sound of their skin slapping together obscenely.

"Rey," her name sounded like a prayer, like he was begging her to let him come inside of her again and fill her up with his spend. She was already dripping with it, filled up with his essence to a point that he's sure by the time they're done and he's pulled out from her again he might see it spill out of her. The Force had connected their souls by a thread but this was the only moment they could connect their bodies, when they made love like this. He felt complete in ways that he'd never felt before.

"Please," he whispers, though this time his hand isn't outstretched. Their hands have already linked together countless times, their bodies joined dozens more. He wants to feel her unravel again, as he knows she's close to doing. He wants to feel that moment when it feels like the universe sings and brightens and the Force pulls at them and binds them ever closer. He knew he wasn't a perfect person, but he fit inside of her so well and she fit inside of him that it didn't seem to matter.