In this story Rey is NOT a Palpatine, the Emperor just wanted her for her power.

Rey and Ben have fought together to defeat him and they have both been helped by the force ghosts and won because they are a DYADE.

I'm never going to take TROS seriously. I'm going to ignore it.

TAKE WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME

Silence.

Peace.

Hope.

Ben didn't remember a time in his life in which he felt like he was in that moment.

Light.

Everything was light. He wasn't feeling that heavy sensation on his shoulders and on his stomach.

He turned his head and she was there. Her eyes were closed and a small smile was painted on her face.

Rey's hand moved to take his and Ben squeezed it and pulled her body towards him.

Rey chocked a small laugh when she collided with his torso and somehow they were hugging each other.
It seemed like hugging wasn't enough for him, because he needed to do more, he needed to feel her completely, but he wasn't going to even dare deepening their gesture.

But Rey was bolder than him and she climbed on top of his body, straddling his waist to look into his eyes.

She was smiling.

At him.

She'd never smiled at him liked this. So open and happy and free.
"Ben." Her voice sounded breathy and serene.

Ben felt his own cheeks stretch and his lips curled to smile back at her. He hadn't smiled in years, but it felt natural and right.
He'd barely registered her movements when suddenly she was kissing him.
His body, always quick and ready to any stimuli, responded immediately circling its arms around her strong frame.

Rey was kissing him.
Him.

It was chaste and sweet and the best thing she could have given him in that moment.

The ground rumbled beneath his back and they parted.

"We should go." He whispered on her lips, their eyes still closed.

"Yeah." Her voice was low and needy.

They spent another minute breathing each other's air. It was too difficult letting go.

"Maybe…Just move like this-"

"I'm trying! Just… why won't you stay on the floor? I'll do all the work."

"I'm not staying on the floor, Rey!"

"Ok, then, we should-"

"Just sit on my lap."

"I don't know…"

"I promise it'll be comfortable."
Ben was on the pilot seat –the only seat– waiting for her to sit on his legs.
Rey left out an unsure sigh from her nose before getting herself comfortable on him.

"There you go." Ben said, shifting slightly.

"I don't know… It feels weird, I feel too tall. I can't really reach the commands properly." She was considering it.
"Can you… could you maybe open your legs? I could sit between your legs." She proposed, a bit unsure, without turning to him.

"Yeah, I mean… yeah."
His hands gripped her waist to lift her up. She wasn't prepared, so she fell forward with her hands on the control panel.

Rey was very aware of their position. Her arse was out, his hands were still grasping her hips and his legs were open.

The air inside the cabin shifted and a strange feeling of anticipation arose inside her.
She felt Ben guiding her down. She was surrounded by him.

"Better?" Ben's voice was lower and deep and it gave her a warm sensation in her lower belly.

"I guess."

Rey had to focus now. They really needed to go away from that place, as far away from it as possible.

The departure from the planet was the hardest part and when she could shift to autopilot she felt relieved, because Ben never moved his hands and they felt warm and heavy on her.

One of his hands shifted on her stomach and he put a little pressure. "You can lean on me." Oh, how she missed that tone of his. It made his voice so rich and gave her goosebumps.
The last time she heard it it was a year ago but she's always cherished the sensation it had risen from her.

Rey laid down on his chest.
His wide, hard chest.

Ben's hand was tracing almost imperceptible patterns on her thighs and that tension she was feeling was getting harder and harder to bear.

She could feel his heartbeat on her back and wondered if he was affected by their vicinity as much as she was. Or maybe it was something else.

"Are you nervous?"

"What?"

"Are you nervous about getting there?" She clarified.

"Well, I am now." Ben mumbled.

Rey turned to look at him, her right hand scratching his right cheek lightly. "Don't be."
Ben's eyes were intense as always. It felt like he was studying her, but he wasn't eager, just curious and enraptured.

"I'm sure we'll manage. I can put a good word for you; I can be very persuasive."

Ben raised an eyebrow.
His hand was still on her waist, while the other was caressing her thigh.

"Ok, they are a bit scared of me sometimes." She admitted.
His chin was a bit scratchy under her fingers. Rey wondered how he would look like if he let his facial hair grow.

"Well, that's one thing we can bond over."
She felt like smiling at this but the tension was getting unbearable, because his hand was so big and he'd just spread it and his thumb was on her inner thigh now.

Rey straightened herself to get closer to him. She felt his hips twitch forward in an unconscious response at her movement.

She couldn't stop her eyes from wandering to his mouth.
He was moving it almost imperceptibly. Ben had this thing with his mouth, she noticed, that he was often moving it like he was whispering to himself but he wasn't.

It was an unfair thing to witness, because his lips were so soft and juicy, and now she had the memory of how they felt like.

"Rey" Her name was barely a whisper on his lips and she understood that he was asking for permission.

"Yes"

And his mouth was on hers.

It was nothing like the kissed they'd shared before.
This kiss was wet and intense and it was making her dizzy.

His hands were restless on her body; it was like they wanted to touch everything they could but he was unsure on how far he could go.

Rey grabbed his bicep and let her palm slid until she reached his hand to move it higher on her thigh.

His thumb was right on the juncture between and thigh and mound, almost where she wanted it the most.

But it seemed like he needed another push so she pressed and circled her butt on him.
She could feel he was getting hard behind her and it turned her on so much that she couldn't contain a moan that escaped her throat.

Ben stopped devouring her mouth to look at her.

He was breathing hard and his mouth was red and wet from her attention.
"Are you sure?" His voice was low and deep.

"Yes, I've practically put your hand on-"

He didn't even let her finish and his finger touched her for the first time. Her body shuddered from the contact. She could feel how embarrassingly wet she was.

"Through your pants, Rey?" He was tracing her covered entrance. "Should have known that given the sounds you were making."

His middle finger was circling her clit with a slowness that was painful for how turned on she was in that moment.

"You could come just from this, couldn't you?" Rey whimpered at his words.
"With me touching you slowly above your pants. I wonder how long it would take."
His other hand was on her breast massaging and pinching between his long fingers.

Rey sure wasn't expecting him to be that talkative.
Not that it was a problem. On the contrary: every word that came out of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure between her legs.

She was moving her hips against his hand, urging him for more and Ben's mouth was licking and sucking on her jaw.

"Please, Ben, I'm- I want…"

"I know, sweetheart."

Ben slid her pants and knickers down to her knees and lifted her leg on his. He needed more room to give her all the pleasure he wanted.

When his fingertips brushed on her clit she moaned loudly and her head fell on his shoulder. The direct contact was giving her an almost burning sensation and she wanted more and more of that.

His soaked finger traced her entrance up and down a couple of time before sliding all the way inside her quite easily. His palm laid flat on her clit.

"I knew you'd feel like this inside."

She felt his hips pressing more against her butt.

"Do you know how wet and hot you feel?" He asked, moving his hand slightly.

"I do." She breathed out, circling her hips both to feel more friction inside her and to move against his length.

Ben let his finger slid in and out of her before curling it upwards on her front wall, searching.

"Oh, kriff" Rey's voice was high and breathy.

"There it is, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear.
"I'm going to make you feel so good."

He added a finger and kept massaging that spot inside her and his other hand went down to touch her clit.

Nothing had ever felt as good as Ben touching her, making her feel good.
She wanted everything he was willing to give her, because in that moment there was nothing she would have refused to this generous, good man.

"Ben! It's so good! Please, Ben, it's-"

Rey was grasping and pulling his hair and she was positively leaving marks with her nails on his bicep. Ben seemed not to mind at all. In fact, he kept whispering words of encouragement in her ear.

She was looking at how fast his fingers were moving and listening to the wet sound they were making.
She was close. She was getting close and it felt so good.

Rey's hips were bucking on his hands.

"There you are. Come for me sweetheart, let me hear you." He was so close to her ear that he could hear his voice despite the high moans she was making.

Rey fell over the edge, her body arched and she stopped breathing before releasing a groan that seemed almost pained.

Ben kept pumping inside her, slowly and deeply, while Rey stilled his other hand, pressing it on her clit.

They remained like this for a long minute, catching their breaths.

He took his hand out and Rey saw how drenched she'd made it.
He stopped it mid-air close to his face. She straightened her clothes and turned around on him to straddle his legs.
He seemed kind of unsure on what to do. But of course she knew what was on his mind.

"Are you really going to do that?" She asked, her eyes really attentive on him.

"I mean… Is it- Can I?"

"Go on."

Ben finally put his wet fingers inside his mouth and his eyes found hers.
That sight was obscene and Rey wasn't sure he knew how sexy he was in that moment, cleaning his fingers with his mouth.

Her hands went on his pants. She could see he was hard under his trousers and she wanted to touch him. She was searching for the zip or some button, but she couldn't find anything of the sort and she was getting very frustrated.

Rey heard him chuckle so she glared at him. His fingers were still in his mouth.

"Do you mind?" The irritation was very obvious in her voice.

"Need help?" He was enjoying himself too much.

"Not at all." If he wasn't going to collaborate it was his loss. Her hands went on the bulge of his pants and she pressed down massaging it.

She'd never seen him moving this fast, not even in combat. One moment he was looking at her still licking herself off of him, and the next his fingers were working a row of buttons that was placed right inside the front of his trousers.

Rey helped him taking him out from the restrains of his tight pants.

He was hard and his tip was red and wet.

Her hand reached out and grabbed his length, moving it back and forth a couple of time before sliding up and reaching his tip, caressing it with her fingers.

"Is it alright?" She asked, still looking at his cock.

"Spit on it. Make it wetter." He said, very serious.
She looked at him and found his expression matching his voice.

Rey spit on his cock, slowly. Her eyes never living his.

"On your hand too."

She obliged him, licking her hand to make it wet.
She put it again around him and her saliva mixed with the wetness that came from his tip made very easy to stroke him up and down.

"I've thought about it." He suddenly told her, his voice was unsteady.

"Did you, now?"
He really liked to talk.

"Yeah."
He was caressing her thighs.
"I don't know-"
She started using both hands and for a moment he stopped breathing and talking (to Rey's amusement).
"I don't know if you'll like to hear that…"
She fastened her pace.
"…But I've always thought about you like this. Always."

"'Like this' how? Me pleasuring you?"

"You taking what you want from me." His voice was almost pained.

His words made her body shudder with want and she really needed him to come.

One of her hands slipped between his legs, cupping his balls.

His hands were probably bruising her thighs from how hard he was gripping her.
She could feel that he wanted to follow her movements to reach his peak.

"Fuck into my hand, Ben." She was not expecting herself to be so crude, and neither was he, given his expression.

"Fuck"
Ben did exactly as she said and within seconds he came hard, groaning deeply. His hand covered hers to move it as he preferred as he was riding out of his orgasm.

When she was sure his head was clear enough to have his attention, she mimicked what he did before and tasted what he gave her from her fingers.

Ben pulled her to him to hide his head on the crook of her neck and he groaned into it.

"You're…"

Rey got comfortable into his arms.
"What am I?"

"You."

She smiled because it was like this for her too. He was him. Just him.