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“There’s nothing here for you, for us. Nothing real.”
A red-headed General Hux walked in on them then, saw the mess, called him a traitor, and shot at them, almost hitting her… and Ben killed him. Just broke his neck with the Force. Then he walked over to his old master’s body, grabbed something from his severed hand, marched over to take her hand and led her to a secret exit. They ran down a long corridor to a door he unlocked with the object — a ring — he had pilfered from the corpse.
The hatch opened, and he pushed her in, then waited, looking at her intently.
“Of course, you idiot!” she answered the unasked question in his eyes as she moved further in so he could squeeze in with her. Now, with the two of them inside, the hatch door closed, and the pod was expelled into the black void outside.
…
Through a small port window they saw… a catastrophe. The Supremacy split asunder. Half the First Order fleet decimated in one fell strike. They had escaped by the grace of the Force.
For a full minute, neither said anything.
Then Ben said, “it will take a while for them to recuperate and regroup from that, but I’m sure someone will take command. Probably Pryde, or Gniss.”
“Did they stop firing on the Resistance?”
The inside of the pod had minimal controls. It was large enough to contain Snoke in an emergency, some supplies, and a control and communications console. She saw Ben tap the port window to zoom in on the space where the Resistance transports were still headed to the red planet further out. They watched, waiting. No more hits were fired on them. He zoomed out and panned to see what the First Order was doing: it was an angry wasp hive of ships scurrying about.
Quickly, Ben tapped some controls: “I’ve deactivated the distress beacon,” he told her. “I don’t want the First Order to find us.”
“Right.”
“This little pod has maybe a few days' rations, rudimentary accommodations, and a sub-light drive that should take us to the planet’s orbit where we can make planetfall. It will take a few hours to get there if we don’t want to attract attention.”
He punched the coordinates in the control panel, gave the tiny pod just the slightest acceleration impulse — just enough to get them going in the right direction — then cut off the engine.
Now they drifted in space like flotsam, small and quiet among the debris, with only the slightest linear motion. The space they were in was claustrophobic, at least for Ben. Rey had been trapped in much more uncomfortable situations, hiding from thugs in tiny cubby-holes on board the great wrecks on Jakku. Ben was sweating.
Rey wrapped arms around him, a reassuring gesture, and he held on to her in return.
“Leia will be so happy to have you back!”
“You think so? After everything I did?” He looked at her, then away, uncertain, face smooth to control emotions she could feel emanate from him. He trembled. Before he could berate himself any further, she persisted.
“You just beheaded the First Order! You broke free!”
Ben said nothing, looking at the red sphere in the distance, considering their next move. They were both grimy, bruises aching. He looked for and found a water spigot, pulled the tube out and drank from it, then offered it to her. She took a few swallows, water!
The space wasn’t large enough to pace in, barely wide enough to stretch his arms. It was smaller even than the lift that had brought them before Snoke. Rey turned, and he saw the burn on her shoulder.
“Oh, let me patch that up for you,” he told her.
Rummaging around, they found bacta patches and clean wipes. Ben helped her first, cleaning and covering the wound on her shoulder before inspecting her for other injuries. His hands were gentle as he wiped the damp cloth across her forehead and cheeks. Satisfied, he let her do the same for him.
When he was done, he took off his light-armoured tunic, apologizing for feeling too warm. They were no visible wounds on him, but Rey was impressed with his muscular build and let him know.
“You’re very fit, you know that?”
He blushed, and turned away. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Surprised by his discomfort, Rey thought to distract him.
“How long do you think until we make it?” she asked him.
“A few hours at least… but then when we reach the planet, the pod’s communications equipment should work well enough. We have credits, too, in case we make it to one of the main cities.”
Rey considered his words for a moment. “We could just… disappear. Just you and I.”
Agape, he looked down at her. His eyes softened. “Would you do that?”
“I think we did our part. Don’t you?”
Now he smiled at her.
He smiled! The breath went right out of her. She blushed bright red, turned her face away. Luminous!
“Rey…” he started, hesitated. Then, “Maybe we did. Now we wait.”
“Let’s rest. Sleep if we can — it’s a good way to pass the time, when stuck in a hole like this.”
“Alright. I’ll just set the sensors to warn us.” He shifted the gravity to angle it so they were lying down instead of standing like when they had walked in.
They settled down. Rey fell asleep in the comfort of Ben’s embrace.
…
Kylo woke some time later, his arm pins and needles. Artificial gravity was below 1g but enough to keep their stomachs in place and feel the girl’s weight on him. He carefully removed his arm, and she sighed and turned away, but stayed asleep.
The next thing he noticed was his erection.
He wasn’t exactly surprised. The girl’s proximity — her beauty, her smell, her power — all excited him, but he was annoyed that he couldn’t do much about it but breathe and try to meditate the thing away. He closed his eyes to try to distract himself from the sight of her, right there beside him, but other images wandered into his mind. He imagined her body like when he had masturbated in his quarters just two days ago. Her pert little breasts.
He looked at her, at the curve of her ass. It was a gorgeous ass. She was a bit thin, but she was muscular, with wide hips that seemed made to accommodate him. Her shoulders, too. Her back. Everything.
He placed a hand over himself and squeezed, and that was a mistake. He let out an involuntary grunt.
Rey woke, and turned toward him, and he took his hand away.
The bump in his pants was rather evident, though.
So Rey moved right up to him and…
And kissed him.
Ben was so surprised he didn’t even react.
“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling back, “I thought—”
“No, wait!” He pulled her in again and kissed her back, right on those sweet pink lips of hers, plush and willing.
They parted, and he looked into her eyes, hardly believing his circumstance. Now she smiled. Now he smiled, again.
“What are you doing to me, Rey of Jakku?” he asked, bewildered.
“We won. I want my reward!”
“Your— that much, huh?”
“Can’t you feel it? The Force of our Bond?”
“That’s just… the Force moving us together, like pawns…”
“You don’t believe that. I don’t believe that,” she told him, brows creased together like when she was angry at him.
What he couldn’t believe was that the powerful Light-user he had picked up on Takodana could move him so deeply, and not immediately destroy him.
He warned her, “You can only regret this, in the long run.”
“You begged me to join you, remember?”
He had. But that was with power and a whole fleet, it was different. Things were turning into an entirely different scenario now.
“But now, you came with me. Will you regret it? The fugitive life?”
“I—” he sputtered.
“Alright. I get it.” She moved back. There wasn’t far to go, but it would still take time to get there.
Kylo lay there. Feeling stupid.
“Fuck it,” she said, and moved back towards him, half climbed over him, to kiss him again. “I’ll take what I can.”
There was no fighting her. He kissed her back. Sweet kisses like wine, like wild honey.
It was all he could do to lay here, to give himself up to her. He’d killed his Master for her; she’d saved his life, his soul. So he let her kiss him — deep hungry kisses now, challenging his self-control — and let her run her hands over him, explore him.
From her breathing, he got the impression she was inexperienced, and yet her desire for him was all-consuming, overwhelming. The space between them was filled with it. It was threatening to loose the beast inside him. She ran her free hand over his chest, his stomach, cooing appreciatively. She stopped her kisses only to tell him:
“Touch me, Ben. I want you to.”
He barely took time to take his gloves off before he cupped a breast. Small and pert like he had dreamed they would be. Almost reflexively, he sucked on her lip. She bit him and moved back, and he opened his eyes to see her nod apologetically, not rejecting him, just filled with a desire she didn’t know how to express.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“You’re doing it right,” he told her. “It’s a lot for me too.”
“You’ve never…?”
“Yes. But it’s been a long time. Years.”
Years, he thought. As if, after getting all the sex he had ever wanted when he had joined the Dark, he had tired of it and wanted something else. And waited.
Waited for her.
And maybe Rey of Jakku had waited for him. And now she was done waiting. She reached her hand lower, found his bulge and squeezed him through his britches.
He grunted. Here they were, stuck in a tiny pod on their way to the Resistance (maybe). He could just tear all her clothes off and fuck her—
Wait, wait, calm down!
He breathed through his nose, exhaled through his mouth. He looked at Rey, she was looking at the bulge she was rubbing at over his britches, frowning, smiling softly. Then she looked right at him.
“Does this feel good?”
How was she so earnest? He felt the lust that was building in his loins suddenly lurch and follow his blood, to his chest, to his heart. Something bigger than lust was building there.
“Rey…” he breathed, eyes flicking between hers in wonder, “what are you doing to me?” he asked again.
“Don’t be afraid. I feel it too.”
He certainly felt something as she rubbed him through his clothes, grasping him. He reflexively parted his thighs, and she reached lower to cup his testes with a gentle hand, then back to his cock. It was pleasure, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the vulnerability.
“It’s big,” she whispered, making him throb. The pleasure increased, and he realized how sensitive he was. He had to stop her. He reached into her wonderful hair and undid the clasp still holding it, carded it through his fingers before pulling her close for better kisses, until he felt her moan. His hand found the skin over her breasts, and he caressed it before finding and pulling at her breast band. She let him. He pulled it down to reveal a breast and a nipple, and he grasped it between thumb and finger, rolled it once, then held it gently. His mouth watered, and he broke the kiss.
“Ben…” a soft moan.
She shifted, signalling a change of position. He let her move to lie on her back, giving him control. He covered her, careful not to crush her under his greater mass. He was giving the kisses now, on her lips but also her cheeks, her nose, her eyes. Her throat.
Just as she had awoken his flesh, he caressed her with intent, he used his free hand to uncover her other breast and looked at her just in time to see her nod at him. Encouraged, he scooched down to kiss her breasts.
Ben lay his head on her chest and suckled on his Dyad-half’s breast, hand grasping the soft flesh of the other one, heart beating in his ear. He was reuniting with skin and softness and woman. With life. She put her hand over his head, rooting around in his thick curls, finding and tracing the shell of his too-big ear. She was gentle about it. A caress.
Trapped in this little pod in space, Crait growing bigger in the porthole window.
Freed from Snoke, from the Knights of Ren, from the First Order.
“You’re safe, now,” she promised him.
So he cried.
She continued her caresses.
Sometime later, when he was calm again, he found something to wipe his nose with and saw she had cried too.
“I’m sorry…” he started.
“I know.”
Kisses resumed. The desire had only been submerged with a wave of released emotions, but it was surging again.
Maybe it felt freed from guilt, from shame, from grief.
It was his turn to caress and wake her flesh. He teased her bared breasts, then felt her muscular flanks, complimenting her, those wide hips, those muscled thighs, that washboard stomach.
He found the hem of her leggings and slid his hand under it and over her mons, and she let him, her hands twisting curls in his hair when he reached her own patch of hair. He pet her little bush for a moment, giving her time to relax her thighs, then pushed further between her legs until he felt warm moisture. He barely stopped his hand, feeling the urge to push fingers inside her, to pump them, to retrieve the flowing juices, to taste them, to taste her…
She trembled. He looked at her. Ah. There was doubt.
“Do you have a contraceptive?” he asked her.
She shook her head — no.
This pod was not the place to take her, to make her his. He looked out the window, planet-fall in maybe an hour. They may be separated then. But maybe he could give her a better sense of his growing affection for her.
He retreated his hand and resumed kissing and being kissed, but now pushed his trapped manhood against her thigh. No, he wouldn’t force her to go any further. Yes, he was still seduced by her.
He rubbed her over her clothing now. He could give her that. She sighed with relief, tension fading from her face to be replaced by something more pleasant. Her hand searched and found him there against her thigh, gave him a squeeze and then her other hand grasped his shoulder and pulled him over her.
He had a flash of memory of playing games with Voe at the Jedi Academy. Defying Luke’s interdiction, sweaty and ignorant in the bunk of his little hut. Voe had both wanted him and hated him, biting him as they made out, until Luke had caught them.
He snapped his attention back to the woman underneath him, spread wide and grasping at his arms, full of want and affection for him. For him. Luke was not here. He could take his time, could tame her little beast and control his own. There would be no fucking this time. He pressed his cock over her core, moved over her, and heard her sigh, her eyes almost rolling back into her head.
“Yeess,” she whispered, angling her legs for better contact.
This would be enough.
He lay fully on her, feeling her warmth through the cloth between them, feeling her heart beat with his own. Softly, then more firmly, he rubbed up and down her core.
She wanted this. She reached between them and lifted his undershirt to touch his skin, feel his chest, then pushed her breast band further out of the way, inviting him to touch skin-to-skin. He lay down again, felt the contact, the intimacy of it. She reached behind him and caressed his back, his flanks, his buttocks, bidding him continue to rub over her.
She was giving what she could.
She closed her eyes and he his, and pleasure mounted between them until that wondrous connection opened and now feelings and sensations bled from one to the other.
He had to slow down his motion to adapt. He could feel both her immediate pleasure and the frustration at the impossibility of consummation — equal to his own — and knew this was only a joining deferred, not forbidden. His movements became more precise. She adapted her angle again, giving him more length to move against, with a maddening little bump at the crown. Each pass was a stroke of pleasure, topped by a press against her nub… crushing it almost painfully, but making her gasp.
Then firm retreat all the way back down, his whole length feeling her heated core.
The red planet grew and grew, the end of their voyage nearing. He increased his pace. The mess he was making in his basics was lubricating his motions. With the increased awareness it was almost the real thing, made him almost fear the real thing, how inconceivably intense it would be. He missed a beat.
Rey was moaning beneath him, her face as pure as the Light itself. Suddenly, she folded her legs over him, yelped once… and climaxed.
He almost immediately fell over the edge, barely managing to keep pressed against her, grunting and whining his relief, while she both pushed and pulled at him. Joining her in ecstasy.
The Ecstasy.
…
It was Chewie who found them just as they were coming out of the landed pod, the exhilaration of atmospheric breach and flight still flushed on their cheeks. He looked at them, sniffed the air, and shook his head.
“It worked,” he grunted at her.
Rey nodded, looking from a waiting Chewbacca to a dishevelled Ben Solo.
Ben seemed stunned by his circumstance. It took him a while to raise his eyes to his father’s best friend. To see the hope still there.
“I’m sorry,” he managed to choke out.
“I know,” Chewing grunted, himself choked with emotions.
~*The End*~