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Good - ah - point.

[He can tell, now, that she absolutely knows how much of an affect she has on him, how sensitive he is right now.]

Are you taking them off or am I?

[Her underwear, however, he tears through the sides of before discarding them somewhere on her floor.]

[ She lets out a little gasp as he rips her underwear off, leaving her bare in his lap. Maybe she should have given him the green light to do that earlier. Closing the space between them again she kisses him, nipping his lip before pulling back. ]

Can you lie on your back without hurting yourself, or do you want to stand?

Either. Whatever you want.

[His brain might be morphing into some form of liquefaction. He wants nothing more than to hold her in this bed and sink into her. Trying to get his focus back would take effort. Kissing her made his insides feel warm, like all he needed was for her to touch him or kiss him and nothing else. Right. She asked him a question.]

They shouldn’t hurt. They’re just there.

[He wills himself not to hold her hostage, letting her go and laying back against his folded wings. If she was going to take his pants off she would need her hands. Laying back was like another form of torture because he had the perfect view of her nakedness straddling his hips. He sits up on his elbows, his hair perfectly ruffled, trying to get a look at what those hands would be doing. He squirms a little, lifting his hips a bit to push his erection against her cunt. The clothes did nothing to relieve the friction.]

[ She chuckles at how unable he is to give her a coherent answer. It's cute, and endears him to her all the more. When he lays back she nods her head, looking down to focus on his belt and buttonholes. Easier said than done when he squirms, lifting his hips and pressing himself against her. She lets out a breathy sigh, shifting so she can press her hand against his belly just above his waistband. ]

Stop that, or we might have to do this with your pants still on.

[ Knowing that he wouldn't entirely mind that she looks up at him a little slyly, before sliding backwards off his lap while hooking her fingers into his waistband, intent on bringing his pants with him. ]

[He sucks in a breath, stomach muscles tensing and then relaxing when she stills him.]

I'm not sorry.

[He watches her withdraw once any buttons and belt are loose, lifting his hips and shoving down on his pants and underwear to help her get him out of his clothes. Once he's free, he has to resist the urge to drag her back to bed.]

[ He doesn't need to wait long for her to get back into bed, as soon as his pants are off she throws them to the side and climbs back in his lap. She leans her weight into him as she wraps her arms around his neck, pressing a firm kiss to his lips. ]

Happy now?

[He kisses her back, talons digging a bit into her waist until he remembers himself.]

Yes. Much happier.

[He kisses her nose, smiling as he immediately follows that with sucking a mark into her throat. His fingers drag along her thighs before drawing back up to grab her rear.]

Still trying to decide if I want to fuck you into the mattress or enjoy the view.

[His hands move up her back, tugging her hair to one side so that he can kiss her shoulder next.]

You are already on top.

[ She tilts her head to give him better access to her neck, sighing as his hands wander over her legs and rear. Her hands shift and slide up into his hair, eyes falling closed as she lets herself be swept away in the feeling of his hands and body on hers.

His comments make her smile and she opens her eyes again, turning her head towards his as he kisses her shoulder, nuzzling the side of his face. ]

Why's it one or the other?

The appeal for me is deciding whether I want to watch you bounce on my lap not.

[He's actually surprised at his own boldness. These were thoughts he's had, of course, but not something he immediately voices unless they're already well into it.]

Though I guess we don't always stay one way.

[He wished that his nails weren't so damned long so that he could tease her with his fingers. Instead he flips them over in the bed, her back to the sheets so that he can kiss his way down her chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his claws dig into the fabric within his reach.]

[ Rey is further aroused by his boldness, letting out a quiet breath against his ear as her hands curl in his hair. He's so cautious with himself and so tightly wound sometimes it's refreshing to her when he just says what he wants.

She's a little surprised when he flips her onto her back, and makes a surprised noise when she hits the mattress, but it's quickly quieted as he kisses his way down her chest. She moans as his mouth finds her nipple, her hands roaming his back, fingers brushing up along his wings. ]

[He doesn't miss a beat, moving on down her stomach once he's given her breasts adequate attention. His claws scrape along her sides as he sucks and kisses her tanned skin.]

I bet if we went swimming in the water, you'd taste just like salt.

[His hands move to her thighs, holding her open for him while his mouth kisses each one. She was perfect. There wasn't another who could compare and the fact that he had tried to go to someone else at all felt stupid now. He had been kidding himself when he thought he could push their feelings aside like they were nothing.]

[ She exhales shakily as he kisses her thighs, her hands curling and raking through his hair. She can feel her heartbeat fluttering in her cunt, anticipation overwhelming most of her other senses. ]

Would you fuck me on the beach? Somewhere hidden only for us?

[ The thought makes her squirm, biting her lip as she looks down at him. ]

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[He can hear the way her breath shook, feel the way her hands curl through his hair. The idea that he was the only one treated to this sight, watching her unravel bit by bit, made him feel an overwhelming sense of pride.]

Tempting, though I'm not the one used to being covered in sand.

[His mouth travels further until he finds her cunt, her body laid out for him like a meal. He starts with kisses that soon evolve to using his tongue, his hands holding her legs open. He doesn't dare try to use his hands on her while like this.]

[ Feeling that sense of pride in him makes her smile a little, that shared intimacy between them. He may have been with someone else, but she knows that it was never like this to him. ]

It isn't so bad. The sand here is finer than Jakku.

[ Her body tenses in anticipation as his lips travel down her leg and stars when his lips touch her nethers she gasps like she did the first time they touched, has every time since then. It's a softness that even his hands, as gentle as he always is, can't bring, along with the heat from his breath fanning out across her abdomen. She doesn't trust her fingers in his hair so she grasps at the sheets instead, twisting them as he pays worship to her. ]

Oh Ben

[ She moans his name, her head rolling back against the pillows, toes curling against his back as he works her over with his tongue. ]

[He would have found his way back to her, as he always did. The thought still frightened him in darker moments but he had no doubts about where he belonged when he was like this with her.]

Ah. Where I grew up there was more green than sand, but there was water you could swim in too, I'm sure. I spent more time in the city or traveling with family.

[It was better he not dwell on such things. They were an after thought, holding a note of regret, that he buried with kisses to her thighs while he caught his breath.]

Are you close, sweetheart?

[He already knows he's made her wet. He could sink into her now if he wanted to, but he wanted to hear her ask him.]

[ She's so close that when he stops to talk about his home it makes her whine a little, though she ordinarily likes listening to him talk about the places he's been. Opening her eyes she looks at him, her mouth hanging open as she nods her head at his question. A hand moves to his hair, brushing it back from his face as she tries to articulate what she wants, can see it in her mind, fucking him until they both lose sense of time and reason, like they've done so many times before. She tugs on his hair a little. Just hard enough to hurt. ]

I want to come on your cock, Ben.

[He doesn't mind the pain. He's felt worse things in his lifetime. She makes him feel like he's come home, in moments like this when they indulge in one another like this. He couldn't touch her completely the way he wanted to, but he was happy with this. It was almost enough.]

Is that so?

[He smiles, innocent enough on the outside while inside he's preening from the affirmation. He rises up onto her bed, crawling on top of her but with care to avoid crushing her as he pushes her to lie back.]

Then I'd better not keep you waiting.

[His hands find the column of her throat as he leans in to kiss her, still tasting her on his tongue as he does.]

[ She misses his hands on her, though she knows he's restraining himself because he's afraid of hurting her. It wouldn't matter to her if he scratched her, she's been wounded dozens of different ways in her life. She'd crawled through a dusty air duct of a partially buried Imperial cruiser with a broken arm she'd had to splint herself on no less than two occasions.

But she also loves that he treats her like she could break.

Taking matters into her own hands when he settles over her she slides her hands down his sides, kissing him back and rolling the flavor of him and her on her tongue, a strange heady mix.

Her hands find his cock and wrap around it, squeezing gently as she arches her body up into his, smearing his tip over her soaked folds and moaning into his mouth. ]

[His worries about breaking her or injuring her would normally be nonexistent. He knew she was strong and had proven capable of breaking him on more than one occasion. She wasn't someone he ever underestimated. Yet, like this, he felt less certain of himself while he was like this. The claws were long and awkward and the wings had taken some maneuvering. He hadn't thought of what it would be like to have sex while he was like this.

As soon as she touches him he's singing a different tune and suddenly that feeling of wanting to be inside of her right now was rushing back and making blood pump in his ears. He digs into the mattress, claws undoubtedly leaving holes in her sheets, and gasping at the sweet sensation of her wet skin meeting his cock.

His hand finds hers as he thrusts against her palm to give himself more friction. He was fighting with himself to resist the urge to pin her down while he took what he needed.]

I don't want to use my hands. Could you just-

[He pulls away from her mouth, moving to bury his face into the side of her neck, eyes closed, overcome with need.]

[ She doesn't care if he rips her sheets to ribbons, the feeling of his body against hers is one worth ruined sheets. Laughing into his mouth as he thrusts against her hand, almost like he's seeking where he belongs. ]

Don't want any holes where they don't belong?

[ She murmurs, shifting so she can wrap her legs around his waist, adjusting her pelvis and lining her opening up with his cock. She strokes it gently, turning her head to press her lips to his ear. ]

Okay. I've got you.

Mm. I just- I don’t want to hurt you.

[As soon as she lines him up and he can feel himself meeting her entrance he pushes in with an artless jerk of his hips. His hands reach for her hips instinctively, his claws digging into her skin with the briefest lapse in his restraint. He groans against her skin upon his next thrust in. Why ever thought he could hold himself back he didn’t know.

His hands move to her hair now that he’s found some kind of unsteady rhythm and he cradled her head as he kissed her.]

I love you.

[ Rey exhales when he pushes into her, as wet as she is he's big enough that outside of her heat his pushing into her without some advance prep is a little painful, but by his second thrust she's adjusted, partially in assistance to the pain from his claws digging into her hips. Her hands wrap around his torso, holding onto him as he finds his rhythm, eyes closing as she relaxes into it.

She smiles as he moves his hands to her hair, kissing him and sliding her hands up to rest against his shoulder-blades where his wings begin. ]

I love you, too.

[ She murmurs, feeling warmth more than just her body reacting to his. The word "love" had never meant much to her, before him. Now, it's everything. ]

[He'd never really understood love. His parents had always been busy with their careers and he had been sent to Luke from such an early age that he'd never really seen what a loving couple looked like. Jedi lived isolated existences and he'd spent his formative years with Luke.

That lack of experience didn't seem to matter. His past was disconnected from who he was when he was with her. As long as she looked at him he could hope to be the man worthy enough to take her hand. She made him want to be that person. He wanted to believe he could.

Blind touches melted together with his hips thrusting against hers, in and out, tumbling down into some blissful abyss. He wasn't so concerned about his claws or wings getting in the way anymore, wasn't paying attention to the way his talons dug sharply into her skin while he held her in place. The threat of drawing blood was a far away thought in his mind. She was his, made just for him and him alone. All that was left was the need to touch her - to fuck her. Every cell in his body needed it more than air.]

[ She'd been so afraid of her connection to him, when it had first formed. She hadn't known what it had meant, that she'd been so irrevocably drawn to a Darkside user. But it hasn't mattered to her in a long time. The darkness in her was drawn to the darkness in him, just as the light in him was drawn to the light in her. Together they complimented each other in a perfect way.

The fire he'd stoked earlier built in her abdomen again, each accidental bite of his nails somehow making her pleasure heightened, more aware of the way their bodies move and the way he ground into her.

She comes clinging to him, rocking her hips against his as her arms stay tightly locked around him. She gasps into his hair, her face pressed against it as sparks flood her body. ]

Keep going, keep going,

[ She whimpers as she comes, desperate to prolong the feeling, the pleasure of each of his thrusts infinitely heightened by her overloaded senses. ]

[He shudders when she comes, his nails digging enough into her hips to draw blood as he tried to hold himself together. He could feel her walls ripple around him, her muscles tighten beneath his hands, and hear her whimpers as she begged him to keep going. She was perfection in his hands, breakable and yet strong in the same breath.

His hands relax and he rubs soothing circles in the places he had dug into with his thumbs while his hips cant against hers, his pace slower and less frenzied. He didn't want it to end but he was so close. It wasn't more than a handful of thrusts later that he came undone, groaning into her shoulder.]

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