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"Mm. I meant today, but I don't know what I would have done if you'd kissed me back then." He can see the flash of memory, the thought accompanying it, and truly his eyes had been on her just as much as hers had been on him. His largest concern had been getting her out of their mess alive. Contrary to what she had thought back then, he couldn't have avoided bringing her to Snoke. Snoke would have sensed her and would have sensed his deception if he hadn't shackled her and brought her to him.

His thoughts are a bit of a whirlwind, seeing specific memories, moments he could have given in and kissed her if he hadn't been so kriffing oblivious up until she'd shut the Falcon's door in his face. She had always captured his attention, long before that and long before now. Ever since he'd met her, his attention had been on her.

"It would have been incredibly distracting." He mumbles as he kisses along her jaw, his hands tracing their way up her rib cage towards her breasts. She was beautiful, whether she was sitting with him in this tub or reaching out to him across the fire in her hut. He was captivated.

"Maybe I should have, then," she replies with a soft smile, though it also pains her in a small way, all those moments flashing through his mind, moments when they so easily could have changed things, could have realized they could find middle ground together. The skin he touches along her rib cage tingles and the muscles in her abdomen constrict in anticipation of the path he's tracing.

Not being able to stand his lips being so close to hers but not touching them she turns her head, seeking his mouth and pressing her lips to it, her hand on his chest drifting lower, her fingers tracing the lines of his abdomen.

"We could have used a little distracting."

He tried not to think of all the 'what if's in their relationship. Thinking about it only made him as questions of himself he didn't have answers to. This he had an answer for. This was simple, compared to all the little ways back home he had created such a large distance between them. That distance was nonexistent here.

His mouth sealed over hers as easily as breathing, his hands no longer hesitant to touch her either. His fingertips traced the soft edges of her breast while his thumb found the soft peak and swiped at the little bud until it puckered and even then he didn't stop teasing it. His other hand soon moved on to the other breast, both soon brought under his attentions.

Touching and being touched left his breathing shallow as he forced himself to focus on his hands and not where hers were going. Her touch made his stomach muscles tense and relax in anticipation of the possibilities while he remained occupied with his her own body. It was different yet not, feeling each touch beneath the water. When his hands had been on her waist his touch felt different to if they had both been dry. This was a wholly knew experience all together, but he was enjoying it.

She hums in the back of her throat as he teases her breasts, thoughts of what could be leaving her mind in favor of what is. After all, they'd both decided they were better off living in the present. Her body responds to his automatically, arching into his touch, even as her hand dips down between their legs, feeling her way to his rapidly stiffening cock.

Taking care she takes it in her hand and angles it upwards so it's easier for her to wrap her hand around him, slowly stroking her hand along his full length. She occupies his mouth with hers, alternating light nips to his lips with deeper kisses.

He reacted almost instantly to her touch, her smaller hand wrapping around his erection and stirring it to life. His hands squeeze lightly at her breasts while their mouths tangled together, his surprised gasp being swallowed by her open mouth. No matter how many times she had touched him, he always felt surprised when she did it. It was like a shock to his system, having anyone willingly touch him - let alone having her jerk him off in a tub full of water.

His lips stung deliciously when she nipped him, only to be soothed by kisses that left his insides scorching hot. He could feel her hand sliding up and down his dick, that delicious tension drawing a groan from him as his hands played with her breasts. It didn't take long for his impatience to grow and one of his hands slipped between them so that he could thumb at her clit and tease her folds. His eyes closed and his brows knitted together as he tried to concentrate on the slide of his fingers against her cunt. Fair was fair, after all. If she was going to touch him he wanted to do the same.

Rey genuinely enjoys taking his cock in her hand, the way he reacts to something as simple as the way she touches him. She smiles against his mouth as she works him in her hand and his groans and hands on her breasts only spur the burning in her veins.

When he reciprocates, his hand sliding between her legs she lets out a moan against his mouth, the delicious ache between her thighs spiking and sated at the same time, that touch spurring her on and making her want so much more. She gives his erection one slow squeeze from base to head before she breaks her lips from his, leaning her forehead against his as her breaths come out unevenly.

"So how should we do this?" Because she wants him inside her, and she knows he wants the same. They're generally on the same page when it comes to that.

It's times like this when he's reminded how little experience either of them has. He doesn't overly care how they do this as long as it actually happens. It didn't matter to him where or how it was, only that they both enjoyed it.

"Uhm- I'm not sure. I just want you to- maybe on my lap? If there's not enough room we could move, probably." They had been pretty well on their way to it when they started touching one another and been pressed up against one another. As he thinks it through, his fingers dip between her folds to tease her entrance. His other hand lifts her leg, hooking it beneath his arm as he moves in and helps her line himself up with her entrance. The fact that they have to decide how to do it leaves his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but try he does.

"Let's try it this way, first," Rey replies, biting her lip as he teases her entrance with his fingers. She braces the hand that isn't holding his cock on the side of the tub, rolling her hips until she finds the right angle, before easing herself down.

It's not as easy as it has been in the past, water not being a great lubricant. She frowns a little as she slides down onto him, the slide a little rougher than usual, but once she gets him in a few inches her own slickness helps make it easier to take the rest of him into her.

She exhales once she's fully seated, and she rolls her hips a little experimentally, before shifting her legs around behind him and bracing them against the back of the tub, trying to get herself a little more leverage. She moves again, lifting herself up and back down a little, but it's still just not quite right.

Trying to disconnect herself from overthinking it she rests her hands on his shoulders again, leaning in to kiss him as she rises up again, water sloshing around her as she moves.

"Mm." He can't say much once her mouth is on his again, but it's obvious to both of them how plain awkward this is. Clearly they can check the tub off on their list of places not to have sex. Or at least maybe not in this position. He wants to move with her but it's a bit hard to do without messing up what she's doing. Still, the feeling of his cock sliding home inside of her cunt at last draws a groan from him, despite the angle feeling wrong and inside of her not feeling quite right.

"What do you - what do you want me to do?" He tries to speak through his arousal that was crashing heavily into him as he adjusts to the slide of her walls around his prick. It didn't feel quite right, but it didn't feel bad either. He rolls his hips awkwardly into hers, one hand holding onto the tub and the other holding onto her, the slip and slide of their bodies making the water ripple and slosh and splash noisily in the tub.

She's glad it feels good for him, but she's still not entirely comfortable, her hand slipping as she grips the side of the tub while he moves, making her nearly lose her balance. She gasps, grabbing his shoulders for support, before sighing and leaning forward, pressing her forehead against his neck.

"This isn't working for me. I don't know if it's the angle or--the water." She lifts her head, pressing a kiss to his jaw, lifting herself up a little again in an attempt to yet again find the angle that works. She gets a little bit of sensation every time, and it doesn't feel bad, but it's not the limbs quaking sex they've had in the past, either.

"Hm. Maybe not our best idea." He sighs as she tries again, eyes scanning the bathroom. The tub had a little counter rigged together between it and the wall where they had their toiletries. There was also a sink and then the floor stretched out beneath them.

He pushes up from the tub, nudging her things to the floor in a heap as he sets her on the counter. He joins her there in half a second, pulling her thighs up around his and easing himself back into her warmth.

Focused on trying to make what had seemed like a good idea work, Rey is surprised when Ben lifts her out of the water and deposits her on the counter. She knows he's large, but it never ceases to surprise her when he so casually throws her weight around. She's tempted to voice a complaint about being used to push things off the counter when he slides back into her and the complaint dies before it reaches her lips.

A lot of her arousal had burned off in the frustration of trying to find something that works, but the angle provided by her sitting on the counter is definitely better than the tub. She exhales, biting her lip as she leans back a little, resting her hands behind her on the countertop.

His hands cover hers as he leans in and finds a rhythm again, lips and brows pressed together as he focuses on the slide in and out of her. One of his hands moves to her back, holding her to him as he finds a steady pace of thrusts, and his his head dips to hers to find her mouth with his own.

He could tell that he was definitely more keyed up than she was and so he brings his hand between them, his fingers rubbing circles into her clit. His own frustration at their previous attempt is voiced with a grunt as he tries to bring her back up to the same state as him.

The vocalizations she makes as he thrusts into her are almost automatic, soft sighs and moans, things she's gotten used to doing to encourage him, and sometimes just making noise was a release in itself. But as he finds his rhythm they become more breathy, her desire for him not burning any less than it ever did. When he seeks her mouth with his she wraps one arm around his shoulder, keeping the other braced behind her as she rolls her hips forward, the tension building in earnest within her again.

His fingers find her clit and she moans into his mouth, her fingers tightening a little on his shoulder and her hips arching up, pressing into the stimulation. She would have been content to let him come and wouldn't complain, enjoying the closeness of the moment almost as much as the release, but his efforts to bring her back to where she'd been, to get her to where he is, are almost as intoxicating as the sensations themselves. She feels cared for, in a way she never has before.

He was breathing heavily, his hips driving into her to chase more of those little sounds of appreciation she made. Before he realized it he was making the same sounds too, almost perfectly in harmony with her. This was what he'd wanted. That limb quaking blood boiling exchange of lips and tongue and hands that made her walls tremble around him as he slid home inside of her over and over. This was what he'd wanted.

His fingers don't push her as hard, moving on from her clit so that his hands can push her thighs higher and let his hips do all the work as sweat and water made their skin slick. She was using him as an anchor, holding onto him with one hand while the other balanced her as she rocked her own hips against his. The sound of wet flesh meeting and their moans echoed in his ears, drawing him closer and closer.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely into her ear. One of his hands moves to her hair, angling her head back to kiss down her neck and breasts. his mouth pays worship to them, suckling the peaks until they were red and swollen. All the while his hips continue moving against hers. It was like a dance or a contest of wills, as if they were both trying to drive each other over the edge.

As he hikes her thighs higher she lets out a moan as the new angle changes the way he's hitting inside her, new sensations pouring over her. His moans made her feel hotter, those primal noises escaping from him that only she is familiar with. His breath on her ear as he whispers sends shivers down her skin directly to the building tension in her cunt. She arches her back as he adds to it, sucking her nipples, fingers in her hair.

"Oh stars, Ben," she gasps as she feels the precursors of orgasm hit her, tiny shocks to her system that make her muscles contract and she tightens her thighs around his waist. "I'm almost there."

He groans in her ear, feeling her muscles clench around his cock, his hands digging into her skin as he thrust roughly into her. It felt almost too much and not enough at the same time. She was like a live wire in his hands and he felt each little shock and tremor of arousal as if it was his own.

"Kriff" he was so close but he wanted to feel her finish first. His hands were on her everywhere and as much as possible. He wanted her to see stars while she came on his cock. There was beauty in watching her completely unravel and he didn't want to miss it.

She pants as he drives into her, his hands roaming her body as she moves with him. Her grip on the counter feels like it's slipping, so she lets it go, wrapping both her arms around his shoulders and pressing her cheek against his, gasping as she rolls her hips against his, in time with his thrusts.

Her orgasm hits her not long after she grabs ahold of him and she gasps as the wave crashes over her, clinging to Ben like he's the only solid thing left on the planet as she comes, her breathing hitching and panting.

Her orgasm is the thing to drive him over, his own orgasm leaving him breathing through his nose as he bites his lip and his spend fills her. They held onto one another through it. When it's done, he drops his forehead to her shoulder while he catches his breath. Not a single thing in the galaxy could ever match how she made him feel. The small high he felt in that post-coital bliss was unmatched by anything.

When he finally lifts his head again it's to press a kiss to her cheek and then her forehead as he takes her face in both of his hands. His hands drop again to her waist as he indulged in just holding onto her, his forehead pressed to hers. They would come back down eventually, but for now they had this.

As always feeling his orgasm on the wake of her own drives her past comprehension and she just continues to cling to him as her walls spasm around him and milk his cock until they're both spent. Her head leans against his and her eyes are closed but she can see the stars on the backs of her eyelids and in this moment her reality has narrowed down to nothing but the feel of his skin against hers, and him inside her.

She feels like rubber as he kisses her face, her own arms slowly loosening from around his shoulders so she can slide her hands along either side of his neck. Her breathing still shallow and uneven she gives him a crooked smile as he presses his forehead to hers.

"You're getting pretty good at this," she comments somewhat wryly.

"Oh. No- no, I'm definitely not." The draw back of her being able to see his face is she can probably see the flush that spreads all the way to the tips of his ears. His lips part into some sort of lopsided grin as they just hold onto one another.

"I wouldn't be able to - to make you feel good if you didn't give me a clue what to do." So this is clearly all her doing and has nothing do with his own supposed sexual prowess. It helped that they could read each other's thoughts, obviously, but he still felt far from good at any of this. The only thing that told him he was doing something right was the fact that he was able to make her orgasm at all.

"I just didn't want you not to finish when you were going to let me." He bites his lip nervously, not quite able to say words like 'orgasm' or any number of more filthy words like it aloud.

She lets out a breathy laugh, her hands coming up to cup his jaw, holding him so she can lean in and kiss his swollen lips gently.

"Do you remember the first time we were together? Just because I'm giving you clues what to do doesn't mean you aren't getting better. If this were the first time there's no way you would have held on long enough for me to come too." Not that their first time had been bad, either. But compared to now, she couldn't imagine going back to the way they'd been when they'd first been learning how to touch each other. They're still learning of course, but they've come a long way in the process.

He kisses her in return, resisting the urge to suck on her bottom lip. He liked hearing her talk just as much as he liked kissing her, of course.

"I remember. I also remember making you come at least three times that night." He smiles to himself as he kisses her lips again. What they lacked in experience they made up for in other ways. He was all too happy to help her relive the experience if she wanted to.

She smiles at his comment, her fingers stroking his jaw. She kisses him again, lips lingering against his.

"And you've gotten better at making me come much more than that. I think our standing record is... five?" She's actually not totally sure, it's hard to keep count after a certain point.

"Just five? Clearly I'm not pushing you hard enough." He lifts her in his arms, and makes to step out of the tub. "We're going to need new sheets when I'm done with you."

He kisses her, just savoring it for a moment. He has no idea what their 'record' is but he's all too happy to push her past it until she has to beg him to stop. If she doesn't stop him, he's quick to carry her straight to their bedroom, laughing almost evilly as he makes the trip.

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