There weren't many places to take someone on a date in the Resistance base. But Ren didn't have a choice. His mother had cornered him the other day.

"Ben, I know you've been…seeing…Rey."

He blinked, but otherwise did not respond. He knew his mother knew—it had been inevitable.

"Have you even taken her on a date?"

This struck a nerve with him. Yes, He and Rey had been having sex and talking about, well, everything, but no, he had not taken her on a date. It irritated him. Was that something she wanted? Should he have asked her?

"I want you to start bringing her to dinner with you, Ben," his mother had ordered. She cast him a pitying look. "And for God's sakes, take the poor girl on a date."

But convincing Rey had been harder than he expected. First he'd had to explain what a date was, and then she'd flat-out refused.

"That's what prostitutes do," she'd argued.

"What?" He'd said. "No it's not!"

"Yes it is. They do a 'date' to seduce and then sleep with the man."

He had ran a hand through his hair. "What in the world do you think we've been doing, then?"

Her freckled face had flushed. "It's different. What we do is…different!"

"Goddamnit, Rey, just trust me."

And so she'd agreed.

And now, he stood in front of the small mirror, trying to stick down his cowlick. He wore his usual black pants, but to try and step out of the box, a tan shirt. And he had spent almost twenty minutes now on his hair.

But he had to go. He would be late.

He arrived only a minute late, and even though she had cleared him for entrance weeks ago, he knocked.

She answered the door looking so, so…beautiful. She was wearing some kind of dress, very short and floaty of a deep, rich purple. She had on some kind of short, grey leggings on underneath that went almost to her knees. And she was wearing some kohl on her eyes, making them look sharper and greener. Her lashes were darker and longer. She was exquisite. Why were they doing this? Couldn't they just go into her room, shut the door, and do what they were good at? He wanted to rip that dress off of her…

But with flushed cheeks, she stepped out of the room, almost bumping into him as the door closed.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," he answered.

"You look nice," she said cautiously, her eyes glancing up and down him.

"So do you," he said quietly.

There was a moment of silence before he turned and started walking down the hall. She followed, but he felt awkward. Should they hold hands? But they had to pass the mess hall. Wouldn't that be weird?

He worried about it so much that by the time they got to the walking path outside, he still hadn't decided.

"So, what are we doing?" she asked.

Taking a breath, he reached out and took her hand, which startled her. She yanked her hand back.

"Don't—" She paused, then held out her hand again. "Sorry."

He took it and they began walking again.

"What was that?" he asked. She shook her head with a little smile.

"It's fine," she told him. "Just a habit."

He cleared his throat and looked along the path. The forests of black-leaved trees was lush and the two suns made the breeze warm. Just the way she liked it.

"We are taking a walk," he informed her. "To the ocean."

Her eyes lit up. "Really?" He knew she loved the ocean. She didn't swim, but she loved watching the water. But neither of them got out much, so he knew she hadn't seen the ocean on this planet yet.

Usually, they talked about lots of things, or at least, Rey talked. But she was quiet today.

They reached the ocean when the dirt slowly turned into sand, and the foliage became more and more sparse. Finally the great expanse of the green sea finally revealed itself. It was beautiful, glittering and smelling of the tangy salt.

"Oh!" Rey tugged on his hand, drawing him across the warm sand to the edge of the water. She took a deep breath and Ren watched her, transfixed. She was so beautiful.

She opened her eyes and sighed.

"Isn't it lovely?" She asked, and for a moment he thought she read his mind.

"Yes," he replied. "Do you want to get in?"

"No!" She replied, her expression suddenly furious. He was surprised.

"Wh-Why not?" He managed. She looked down at her pretty dress and then up again.

"I'm wearing makeup, Ren!"

"Oh." He was startled. He hadn't thought about that. Rey gave a little laugh.

"I know, it's kind of ridiculous. But Jessika came over and worked so hard on it all…"

"No, no, it's fine," Ren said, realizing again how important this was. He squeezed her hand.

He walked with her while she collected shells, and helped her carry them. She waded through the water and sometimes they held hands. It was so…normal. Ren's shoulders relaxed from his typical stiff posture, and he found himself laughing with her.

They were sitting on the sand, her head on his shoulder when she remarked, "You know, you didn't tell me that dating had rules."

He blinked. "What?"

"Jessika told me there were rules. She said you weren't supposed to sleep together until at least the third date." She tilted her head up to look up at him. "This is our first date."

"Well…" He struggled. "We are a bit unconventional."

Rey sighed. "That's good."

He looked down at her, cocking his head to the side. "Why's that?"

She gave him a flirtatious, beaming smile. "Because I know how I want this date to end."

He dipped his head down to mouth at her neck. "I like the way you think."

She laughed and shoved him away, but he easily slipped his arm beneath her knees and swung her over his shoulder. She screamed, but he could tell she didn't mind. He wanted her, now, but he needed a good place-sans sand- to have her.

She pounded on his back, laughing. "Put me down, you Hutt-spawn!"

"No," he said shortly. "I think I like you here." He reached his hand up and squeezed the deliciously firm curve of her behind.

Finally, he couldn't take it. His hard erection was about to out of his pants. He wished he had his cloak, but there was nothing he had to put on the hard ground. So he laid down himself and placed her on top of him, where she immediately ground down on him. No part of her would have to touch the dirt.

"Don't tease," he ordered, slipping those shorts and her underwear off. She released his heavy cock from its restraints, and it stood proudly between them. Rey pumped him eagerly, and he groaned.

"Now?" she asked, and he nodded. She took him inside, where it was tight and warm. He filled her completely, her sweet lower lips brushing against his groin. She inhaled sharply and picked herself up, eventually rocking back and forth on him with a steady rhythm. He moved his hands up her thighs, pushing the pretty dress up her creamy thighs.

"Let me see," he asked, and she lifted the skirt up to reveal his cock going in and out of her. He moaned and she sighed as she swiveled her hips. He reached up and threaded his hand through her hair and pulled her down to crush his mouth to hers.

"More," he pled, and she moved her hips faster. He slipped his hand beneath her skirt and began circling her bud again and again. She moaned and he could feel her tightening.

She was so beautiful and good. The day had been perfect, she was perfect. She was more than he ever deserved. What did he do to deserve her? What in the world had he done to be rewarded with such a woman, strong and kind, talented and bright as any star in any sky.

"Kriff…I love you...!" He groaned as he came, her following close behind. She moaned his name and then collapsed onto his chest. He rubbed her clothes back and let his softened member slip from her.

From the crook of his neck, he suddenly heard her mumble: "Did you really mean that?"

He swallowed, and he knew she heard it.

"Yeah," he admitted quietly. "I did."

She gave a small laugh, which made his heart jump.

"I don't think you are supposed to say that on a first date," she said. He relaxed and laughed out loud. He clutched her tightly, kissing the right side of her cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said. "But I'm not sorry."

She snuggled into him and sighed. "I love you too, you know."

No, he hadn't. But now that he did, he felt like all the strings that had tied him down to this planet had been cut, like he was finally flying free.