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He felt like he was feeding off of her: her arousal, her emotions, all of it. While he touched her, he was touching himself again but it wasn't enough. When her orgasm rips through her it makes his breath catch and already he wanted more than anything to be within her again. Feeling it through their connection and around his fingers when she climaxed wasn't quite the same.

"How many was that now?" He teases lightly, reaching for her hand to wrap it around his arousal. He liked feeling her hand on him. It honestly made him get off faster, he's come to realize. Perhaps it was because it was her. She never made him feel like he was doing anything alone and that meant something to him. She wanted to do these things with him as much as he wanted to do them with her.

She exhales in a breathy laugh at his question, letting him take her hand. Her fingers tighten a little as she works his cock with familiar motions, her other hand tracing distracted circles against the back of his neck while she comes down from the high of her orgasm.

"Three, I think?" she replies after a long pause as she attempts to think through the haze settled around her brain, all the while slowly pumping her hand along his arousal, coaxing it back to life. "Unless we count the half of one when I did this earlier," she adds with a half smile, giving his cock a squeeze for emphasis. "Then it's four."

He would laugh but it sounds more like a strangled moan as her hand slides up and down and then she squeezes him. He leans into her to tug her ear between his teeth while his fingers twist inside of her again.

"Three sounds more accurate." He breathes through his nose, feeling almost dizzy with need. His hand drops to hers again, showing her how he wants her to touch him by dragging her thumb over the head of his his erection.

"Kriff, I want you to keep touching me." He breathes out, chuckling in her ear while they keep trying to get one another off.

Biting her lip her head tilts back as he twists his fingers and latches onto her earlobe, both welcome and almost overwhelming sensations in the sea of pleasure she's swimming in.

She circles her thumb over the tip of his erection once he's given her that direction, her other hand slowly dragging her nails back and forth over the back of his neck.

"Is that all you want, Ben?" she replies, bending one of her legs and planting her foot against the mattress, leaning it against his hip, shifting the angle of her pelvis slightly and making it easier to lift her hips and slowly grind them against his, even as they touched one-another.

He presses open mouthed kisses along her throat, sucking marks into her skin, though nothing that wouldn't fade, as she rolls her hips into his. His hand withdraws from between her thighs to slide up her stomach. She was driving him half mad with what she was doing, making him want her over and over again in every way imaginable.

"You know it isn't." He breathes in her ear his hips sinking into hers as she raises hers to grind against him. His arousal presses hot and hard against her stomach. He had a feeling that wasn't where she wanted him, though. Without a word he pulls both of her legs around his waist and grinds his sex against her entrance until he slides home, a pleased groan escaping his mouth when he does.

There's something intoxicating about being able to drive Ben crazy the way she does, by a move of her hips or a swipe of her fingers. She loves the sound of his voice when he's overcome with want for her, the way it seems like he can't touch enough of her to satisfy him. She feels much the same, only sated when she feels his cock fully seated inside her.

She lets out a groan of her own as he does, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to press her lips to his, almost gently.

"You fit in me perfect, Ben," she murmurs against his lips, arching her hips against his again, letting out another moan as she does.

His hands fist into the sheets as his hips undulate into hers. Her body fit him so well, like she was made for him. He had spent his entire life adrift until he found peace in this world. There were still moments where he didn't know his purpose, or if he could truly be as good as she believed, but the thing he never doubted was how much he loved and wanted her.

"You fit me so well," he speaks against her lips, driving his hips into hers over and over, "it feels like you were made for me." His hands move to her waist as he thrusts at an even tempo, the bed squeaking in time with flesh meeting flesh. He imagines they might both actually be sore if they keep doing this insatiable tangle of limbs and sex over and over.

He kisses her temple, sated at the feeling of being inside of her. She was beautiful with her flushed skin and her hair a tangled mess. She was beautiful even when her hair was neat and tied back in her buns and she wore clothes, but there was something special in seeing her unraveled and disheveled. He liked this side of her just as much as who she was outside of their bedroom.

Rey doesn't care if she's sore later, which she likely will be given the pace they've set tonight. Right now though, all she cares about is sating that ache burning in the pit of her stomach, rising up into her throat as she pants and whines, lifting her hips to meet his.

The thoughts in his head filter to hers, which makes her smile, tilting her head back so she can kiss his chin, before sliding her hands up to the back of his head so she can angle him back down so she can kiss his lips.

"I was made for you," she breathes, pressing her forehead against his, focused on the feeling of him inside her, the tension coiling in her stomach and the ache of her muscles as she tries to keep moving with him. "And you- You were made for me."

The thought has crossed her mind, given their connection, and things she'd seen in her visions. Voices she's heard, her whole life. It all seems like she and Ben were destined to be in one-another's orbit. Maybe not as lovers, she chooses to believe that they came into that on their own, but as two halves of a whole. He's what she spent her whole life waiting for.

It was strange, because he knows on some level he felt like he knew her - or his soul did, or whatever the Force did to draw them together. This had all come about far differently than he anticipated but even when she had said no to him, he knew he had wanted her at his side.

"Yes- yes," He hisses between his teeth and loses his focus for a moment as her thoughts wash over him, his lips intermittently finding hers as he kisses her back and moves with her. Her insides were wet and wrapped around his cock snug as ever and it was moments of intimacy like this - be they small things like the touch of her hand to his cheek or running her fingers through his hair, or bigger things like when they made love until neither could move and all they could do was lay in bed and gasp for air while they looked at each other in wonder - that he truly felt what it was like to belong somewhere. He knew that completeness was something she felt too.

His entire being felt centered on this moment, after what was probably hours they had spent in bed by now. He looked at her, her hair a mess and her mouth parted as her breath hitched every now and again and she whined in pleasure when he bottomed out, and he knew that he couldn't possibly ever need or want anything else in his existence. He felt what she felt, but more importantly he felt the way her walls fluttered around his erection as he gave her the pleasure she wanted. He felt pleasure of his own, mirrored to her as he was in all things. They were both insatiable creatures when it came to needing to feel connected to one another.

Each movement sent sparks through her body, accompanied by warmth flooding her veins. The sounds of the evening seemed to narrow to only their mingled and frantic breathing, the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh, and the creak of the bed. She keeps her hands on his face, holding onto him like if she let go he might slip away.

She squeezes her legs against his hips, arching her back as she feels close to the edge, trying not to fall off it quite yet, but oh, it's hard to not just let it go and be swept away.

"Ben," she whispers his name between moans, silently seeking where he is, what he's feeling. Her lips find his as she whines, dangerously close to release. She knows if she comes he will too, but it's still much better when it's nearly at the same time.

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.

It had broken her heart into a thousand pieces the first time she'd heard him say please to her. The first time he'd begged her to stay with him. She had wanted so badly to say yes, to wrap her arms around him, even then. She had wanted to be the one to take all that pain from him.

Hearing him beg now has an entirely different effect on her. Her breath hitching she wraps an arm around his shoulders, her other hand pressed to his face. She murmurs things under her breath, his name, half said encouragements that don't entirely string together, until her entire body shakes as she comes, fingers digging into his face and back as she gasps, half his name, half a wordless sound of unrestrained pleasure.

His arm wraps around her back, his other hand moving up from her rear to grab her hair at the back of her neck as he watched each emotion pass over her face as she climaxed yet again. It was the most fascinating thing to feel and to see her drowning in pleasure.

His hips stutter forward into hers a handful of times as he topples over the edge with her, gasping her name as he tries to remember how to breathe. He lets out a half sigh have whimper when he finishes, painting her inside with his spend. He leans into her, his forehead pressed to hers as he pants and his lungs expand and contract with each breath.

"I think that counts as four, now?" He's out of breath as he laughs to himself, his hands sliding down her body with familiarity. She felt amazing, her body pressed snug to his with their limbs tangled together and their skin sticky with sweat and their own fluids.

She feels full of him as he comes, her fingers loosening their hold on him and absently soothing the marks she's left on his skin. She can feel her heartbeat in her groin keenly, a surreal but familiar feeling in symphony with the pulse of Ben's cock.

She lets out a tired laugh at his observation, pressing her lips tiredly to his.

"I don't think I'm gonna make it to five."

"Mm. Maybe next time." he mumbles against her mouth, feeling exhausted himself. They seem to both be at their limit. Sighing, he kisses her once, a chaste press of his mouth to hers, and lays his head against her heaving chest to close his eyes and catch his breath.

"We might need another bath." He smiles to himself, pressing a kiss to her skin and wrapping his arms around her more securely. He might be talking about baths but he wasn't ready to move yet.

She lets out another small laugh, letting her head fall back on the pillow as she slides her fingers up into his hair, gently untangling strands that are still damp, though more from sweat than the previous bath, now.

"I definitely need a bath. I can feel your come leaking down my backside." which is a decidedly unsexy phrase, but given what they've done tonight and in nights past, she doesn't shy away from bluntly stating things about the grosser aspects of their sex life the way she did when they first started sleeping together.

His nose instantly wrinkles at her description, though he's mildly curious to see it now that she's brought it up. It was one of the gross aspects of their sex lives yet he felt a perverse sense of pride that she was covered in him, inside and out. He's gotten used to her bluntness, even if he still finds it strange hearing words like "come" from her mouth.

"Well when you put it that way. I would be remiss if I didn't take better care of you after such tribulations." He smiles and lifts himself up again to kiss her, his hair a mess of black curls that never stayed still for long. He pulls back enough to part her thighs and look down at her. Sure enough the evidence is there.

"Hm." He tilts his head curiously at the sight. He had done this to her. The evidence was currently dripping from her sex and down to the sheets. It was a strange sight, but then it had taken him more than one occasion to get used to seeing her naked, let alone dripping with his semen from her cunt.

Rey can't help the small giggle that bubbles forth as he kisses her, knowing full well he was vaguely disgusted by what she'd said but also intrigued. When he pulls back to get a good look at what she'd been describing she's surprised, and suddenly self-conscious. It's all she can do to not pull her legs away from him and cover up as he takes in the sight of her swollen cunt, dripping with fluids. She doesn't know what it looks like, but she can't imagine it's pretty.

"You know you didn't have to look."

"Oh. Sorry." He lets her go, sitting back on his heels and running his hands up her thighs. He smiled apologetically, sensing her unease. Running a hand through his messy hair, he leans in again to kiss her.

"Want me to run the bath for you? So you can get cleaned up?" This was one of the times where he missed electricity and 'freshers and droids, but he didn't mind doing things the slow way. He liked doing things for her in general, because he knew how much it meant to her that he cared so much for her needs while still giving her independence.

She smiles at Ben's apology, already feeling a little foolish for being embarrassed. He'd been between her thighs more than once, clearly the sight of what lay down there was of more interest to him than it was to her. Her hands come up to frame his face as he leans in to kiss her, and she smiles, leaning her forehead against his.

"Run a bath for us? Maybe we should have done all this before the first bath. Now I just sort of want you to hold me."

"I can do that." He smiles with her, still wrapped up in post-coital bliss. They both needed a bath, their bed definitely needed changing, and he was more than happy to comply with her request for just holding her.

He kisses her once more before withdrawing from her and their bed. He drinks her in again for a moment, in all her naked glory, before reaching out to offer his hand so the two of them could start yet another bath.

Rey bites her lip to try and suppress the smile on her face as he holds his hand out to her. She takes his hand, sliding off the bed and standing with his support. Once upon a time she wouldn't have accepted help from another person even for something as simple as standing. Now she's comfortable with leaning on him, holding his hand as they move from one room to another.

"I don't think we ended up saving any water."

"We can drain it and reheat the water. It shouldn't take long." He knows that saving water is something she would rather they do, but a cold bath wouldn't exactly be enjoyable. It was summer time and warm, so at most they would just need slightly above room temperature. Well, he would need it. He imagines any water at all is always fine by her.

Once they reach the bathroom, he lets her go and begins by draining the cold water first and then twisting the knob to start fresh water once the drain is sealed again and the tub is empty.

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She knows, logically, that they aren't on Jakku, but watching that water swirl down the drain she still can't help calculating in her head how many weeks she could have survived on it. It's something she does every time she takes a bath, not something unique to this situation. The first time she'd used the fresher on the Falcon and water had poured out instead of sonic waves she'd nearly jumped out for fear that she was wasting all the potable water on the ship.

Moving to wrap her arms around his waist from behind Rey leans against Ben's back, pressing a kiss to his spine.

"We should get some of that soap that makes foam over the top of the water."

His hands immediately move to hers when her arms slip around him. He doesn't have to look into her head to know that she's internalizing watching that water drain from the tub only for more to replace it. He wished, more than anything, he could take away any anxiety that it might give her.

"We can do that." He reaches for the soap immediately, adding it to the water and watching it bubble as the tub continued to fill. It smelled floral and sweet without being overpowering. While the smell filled the room, his long fingers trace hers and he massages down to her knuckles and along the backs of her hands.

Once the tub was filled, he turned in her arms to place his hands to her cheeks and kiss the top of her head before returning his attention to the tub and stepping into the water. Once he was comfortable he held out his hand to her again to help her climb in and fit herself between his legs like earlier.

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