It was a familiar nightmare.

Rey was alone in the dark in the empty place between stars. She could feel the cold entirety of the universe yawning around her as she tumbled in the void. Her cries mute, terror and despair crushing the air from her lungs, she was alone, Alone, ALONE!

Then the voice returned.

The one that had been comforting her most of her life. It reached out, its presence filling her with warmth, quelling her panic, quieting the screams she didn't even know she was screaming.

The voice surrounded her, whispering reassurance to her tumbling soul. "You're not alone."

The warmth grew and along with it a satisfying weight over her entire being. The weight enveloped her, tightening an already firm grip.

As Rey gently came to consciousness she noted it did not disappear. On the contrary, there was hot, moist breath on her neck and the tickle of someone else's hair on her cheek. There were muscular arms and legs and a sinewy torso pressed hot and tight against her back. An impossibly deep voice rumbled groggily into her shoulder, "not alone."

Her eyes flew open and with them a flood of memory. The resistance turning on her, the onslaught of fire, their escape, and, and…. everything is a little blurry after that… yet somehow she was here in a bed with…

"Ben," she whispers shakily and he tightened his embrace again, grunting in reply.

He was so close, all over her! Her temperature began to rise and her heart raced as Rey frantically tried to remember how they had come to be here. This was… this was so… she had no words. Sure, she had hugged Finn and fended off some flirtations from Poe but she had never interacted with a male humanoid like this before…she knew the fundamentals of mating….but, but….

A growl and a nuzzle of his head sent shivers through her entire body.

"Shhh"

"What?" she dared to whisper, puzzled.

"You're thinking and feeling too loudly," he deadpanned, his lips speaking into her hot, and growing hotter skin.

This did nothing to quell her panic but only sent a wave of embarrassment over her body.

"I, you… why?"

"The floor was not satisfactory," he sounded a little embarrassed now too, "This is the only sleeping quarter on board."

His grip was loosening now which brought a sudden sadness she didn't understand. Rey could feel Ben sit up on his elbows behind her and open up his mind.

A small gasp escaped her lips as he helped her remember the remainder of the night…. their confessions… and… oh lords… their kiss… and she just… did she just?

"You fell asleep."

She finally turned over to face him, eyes wide, face flushed with mortification. She flopped back on the pillow, covering her face and letting out a groan. He gave her a few moments to fret before speaking again, soft and deep.

"The stunt you pulled to save us… you're lucky you're not dead."

Rey peeked through her finger and came to another world rocking revelation…glistening endless pecs are what graced her sight.

Oh, he's shirtless.

Then she remembered the feel of his heavy legs on hers under the covers.

Oh, he's pantless…..!?

Then she remembered how she could feel his marbled abs on her back. Rey gasped again and peaked under the sheets. She was only in her undergarments too!

"My clothes!?"

Ben turned his gaze away, looking down guiltily with a defiant pout on his lips and a slight flush of color on his cheeks.

"They stank."

"They what?"

"Stank!" He fumed, looking back at her defiantly, "I was not going to lie with you while you were dressed in garbage."

"I… you… garbage!?"

Now Rey was sitting up fuming! She looked down at Ben still on his elbows, meeting his eyes with a fiery anger… Only… his gaze turned soft and his eyebrows lifted. Puzzled she followed his stare down… her covers had fallen, revealing her breast band and toned abs. Rey surged with embarrassment and anger…and something else….?

"Well, how about you don't lie with me then!" Rey shouted as she moved to throw her sheets off and get out of the bed.

She was stopped by a strong hand around her wrist. Rey whipped back around to come face to face with Ben, who sat up to stop her.

"No," he said deeply, holding her hand to her chest. Rey had to remember to breath, her heart racing as he pierced her with his intense gaze. He is so close! Ben's eyes, at the same time livid but vulnerable, were speaking his need in a way words would always fail to.

Still, Rey clung weakly to her pride.

When she remembered how to breath, she whispered, "Where are they, my clothes?"

"I burned them," he answered, never leaving her eyes, drawing closer.

She had to remember to be angry.

"You'll pay for that."

His scent was filling her senses, like ash and sweat, but also some kind of pleasant soapiness.

"I'll buy you new ones."

It was a war of stares now.

"I want what's mine."

His ever expressive eyes exploded with emotion at this, their breath mingling on their faces, his head dipping ever closer, hovering over his goal, eyebrows knotted in repressed desire…. electric current sparking like tendrils of force over their flesh…

"Yes."

Again their lips met in a brief shuttering kiss. Now, forehead to forehead, looking at each other and panting, still awkward, but more confident Ben captures her lips again, lowering his prize onto the pillow. His big muscular form rolled to hover over her, arms at either side of her head.

Rey allows him to capture her. She feels a swooping fire in her belly she's never felt before as Ben lowers her back to the bed. She's never been more scared and more wanting.

He breaks the kiss again to look down on her below him and STARS is he ravaged by new emotions as well. Her face is flushed beautifully, hair messy, breathing hard, chest heaving up and down, her body angling up towards him, eyes wanting and nervous…

Sure, they had fought for each other, sure they had sacrificed everything to try to unite the galaxy, sure they shared a deep attraction, admiration and connection… but intimacy IN PERSON was still a very new and foreign thing for both of them.

Rey vaguely realizes that they are truly ALONE. TOGETHER.

No one to interrupt them, nothing to stop them…

Eyes are searching.

Ben raises a shaking hand to brush a stray hair from her face. He cups her lovely, soft cheek, lowering himself closer to her.

"Rey?" he murmurs a question that she knows means everything.

Her breaths are coming in gasps now, she shoves her uncertainty aside, her new need overwhelming.

"Ben, please."

And he's kissing her fiercely. Their hands grope and grasp and scratch and pull all on instinct. The force tingles around them. The weight of him on top of her is delicious. The feel of her strong, slight frame squirming below him is pure intoxication.

A big hand tears the breast band from her body (something else he'll have to replace) She gasps openly as that same large warm hand cups her breast, enveloping it fully. He drinks in her reaction, her ever sound. They stare at each other as he experiments with his movements, massaging, caressing, running a thumb over a cute pink nipple, another gasp! A predatory smirk appears and Rey has never experienced more blissful fear. His mouth is next to play.

"Oh, Kriff Ben!" She moans as he swirls his tongue over her nipple, every sound she makes sending impossible burning pulses of want down to his weeping member. He grinds himself against her leg shamelessly, desperate for relief.

Rey is seeing stars, literally! Because mixed in with their burning passion and new sensations are jolts of visions of the force, and an overwhelming knowledge that this is right.

She feels him, all of him, pressing up against her and her mind is just gone. She loves that she's doing this to him, that the great and might supreme leader Kylo Ren is weak and wanting in her hands, that he is gave up ruling the galaxy to be putty in her hands… speaking of hands…

As he teases her breasts mercilessly, she moves to gain revenge. Her hand slides down over his manhood. A deep guttural groan escapes him as Ben punches the mattress, releasing her nipple and instead biting down on her shoulder.

"Rey," he moans with a warning in his voice.

She doesn't let that stop her. She is curious and drunk on her power over him. Rey slides a hand into his undergarments wrapping her small hand around his long smooth shaft. Ben lets out a long wild moan and bites her again. No one has ever taken him in hand before, he didn't know how long he could stand it.

Rey gasped at the smoothness of it, the silkiness of it. Was it supposed to be this way? She had seen hollos of male anatomy, but she never imagined what this would be like. When life is all survival on a planet with few humanoids, it isn't all that important. But now it feels like the most important thing in the world. She gives him some experimental strokes.

He can't handle this. Ben pulls away, quickly removing his ungergarments and returning to position himself between her legs. Rey shutters as she feels the heat of him pressed again her private region. He steals a kiss. She shouts a gasp as he leans back and runs his fingers over her through the clothing. Her whole body is shaking and arcing against him, fire from her loins shooting over her entire body, her mind fogged with primal want.

With two hands he rips a hole in the cloth exposing her womanhood, then enters her with two fingers. She clenches around him and bites back the pain of the sudden intrusion. Then a rough thumb finds a sensitive spot she didnt know existed and she's lost in loud, unabashed moans, writhing as she clings onto sheets for dear life.

He did learn a thing or two listening to those vulgar pieces of jedi trash at the academy talk about their conquests. Appears they were right.

Ben's weeping cock feels like it will explode, he can't wait anymore. Rey whimpers in protest as he removes his hand, but instead replaces himself at her opening. This giant man returns over her, his hair now matted with sweat, his eyes finding hers again are searching, searching. She feels him begging entrance. He lowers himself onto her, never breaking eye contact, kissing her sweetly, tenderly.

But he waits. His eyes asking, asking. Breath, just breath. She tells herself.

Rey nods and Ben enters her.

She hisses sharply as waves of pain pass over her. He's a big man. Ben lays still, holding her tight, face in her neck, trying to kiss the tension away. She's impossibly tight around him and he knows if he moves right now he'll lose it right then and there. So they wait, holding each other, together as one, the emotion and feeling of it overwhelming them both. Tears mix with sweat as they hold each other in their perfect union blessed by the force.

Ben experiments with a stroke in and out of her. Then another.

"Rey" he growls.

"Ben," she breathes.

He has a steady rhythm now, in and out, Rey grabs onto his hair, yanking, pulling. She's never felt so whole. The pain is easing and the pleasure quickly returning. Ben knows he won't last much longer. He speeds up, and she digs her nails into his behind, urging his on, a swelling urgency threatening to explode inside her.

And just like that, it hits them. An earth shattering orgasm crashed upon them, the sensation shared across the bond, amplifying pleasure, wrecking them with waves of release built up over a life time. They collapse into each other, utterly spent. Ben kisses Rey who is shaking and crying from her release.

They hold each other, neither willing to let go, not wanting to disconnect.

They sleep.