Final Chapter: Author's note
Hi Everyone,

Thanks for reading and supporting this fic! It's been a pleasure. Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear any kind of feedback you're willing to give. I've had so much fun writing this and can't wait to start my next project! Stay tuned for future works, as I've got several ideas up my sleeve within the Star Wars fandom and others.

Thank you,

Lauren

Rey sat at the edge of her bed, waiting for the connection to come. Her body ached for Ben. She spent all her nights waiting up for him now. Even though she knew from experience that the connection would wake her, she wanted to be ready. She couldn't bear to waste a moment with him. Tonight she was even more anxious than usual; she wanted to try something new.

The room distorted and Ben appeared to her, smiling and awake. He had been waiting up for her too. Instead of speaking, she closed her eyes, shutting out the room around her. The vision of Ben still held in her mind, and he looked confused. She probed with her mind, seeking the fabric of the force that bound them together. Ben's eyes widened. He could sense her examination and realized her intentions.

"Help me." she said, eyes still closed, completely focused. He hesitated for only a moment, wondering if there was some trap, but dismissed the thought out of hand. The emotions that they shared were genuine. He reached out, anchoring to the source of power within himself.

Rey felt the edge of the connection and seized it, channeling the force through her body in a way that she had never felt before. She could feel Ben's hold on the other end.

"Pull."

They both tugged on the fragile fabric of the connection, pulling it around to enclose them both. They poured their own energy into it to spread it in the places that it was thin, and then, all at once, it shifted into place around them with a jolt.

Rey opened her eyes. The room around her was familiar, but somehow alien. She looked at the bed, feeling woozy and wobbly. It was her bed on Ahch-To, but it was also his bed on his ship at the same time. Their surroundings rocked and ebbed around them with a dreamy quality, reality shifting from one state to another. Ben sat on his knees, right in front of her on the bed.

She reached out with her hand and touched his cheek. He gasped at the contact. Her fingers traced over the long scar, lingering as if she could heal it with her touch. They were solid to each other.

The last time they had touched, they had been fighting bitterly for survival in a frozen forest. This time they were gentle, each cautious of the other. The possibility of betrayal still lurked, but mostly they both wanted to avoid spooking the other; if either of them dropped their hold on the force-connection they would be apart again in an instant.

The bonds that they had forged over the time spent together felt fragile in this new setting. It was easier to trust someone when you knew they couldn't get to you, that they were light years away with no way to find you. Now, sitting face to face and able to make physical contact, the consequences of hasty trust felt all too real to both of them. For a nerve-wracking few minutes, they did nothing but stare at each other, holding hands lightly, unsure of what to do.

Ben broke the spell, unable and unwilling to stop himself. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close in a tight hug. They held each other, reveling in the touch of their bodies. She ran a hand through his long, thick hair starting from the nape of his neck. He sighed, his face still buried in her shoulder, and pulled her closer. He turned his face up to look into her eyes.

"You don't know how much I've wanted this." he said. She felt small against his massive chest. "I never stop thinking about you." His heart was so full.

Rey blinked back tears. Their hesitation completely dissolved, the bond of trust tempered against fear. She ached with wanting him, but could not bring herself to release him from her grasp. He slowly sat up so that she was looking up at him.

"I've been waiting for this moment." he said, eyes locked on hers. He cupped her cheek in his hand, tilting her face up to his. She was startled at the feel of his palm. His hands were smooth, but the skin was thick and strong. Their mouths were inches apart. He let his hand trail down her neck and then rest at her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. The feeling of vulnerability produced by his strong hands touching her exposed throat set her heart pounding.

His other hand was under her back, propping her up as he pulled her so close that she was nearly in his lap. Her body was relaxed in his arms, but still alive with heat and energy. Rey had to remind herself to breathe.

"I love you." he said simply, and before she had a chance to respond, his lips were on hers. They fell back onto the bed that was hers but also his. She could feel the scratchy linens of her own bed, but also the smooth, luxuriant fabric of his sheets. The two sensations were competing to be present within the reality that they had created together.

They kissed deeply and hungrily, pulling each other close. Ben held her tight to his body, then pulled back and lifted his black shirt up over his head, exposing the milky white skin underneath. Rey, too long starved for his touch, reached up and ran her fingers from the center of his chest down to just below his belly button, then stopped. His eyes widened, and he held her hand in his.

Rey reached for the hem of her tunic. Ben's hands met hers and pulled the thin fabric up slowly. He savored the tension, running his eyes over her muscular body. A smile played at the edges of his lips as she held her arms up in the air for him. He slid the garment off of her body and tossed it aside. The corners of the room wavered, the effort of holding this patchwork reality together testing them both as their concentration drifted.

Ben pulled her back up onto his lap, kissing her hard on the lips. He had one arm wrapped around her back and one squeezing her breast, impatient to know every curve of her body. She could feel his hardness pressing against the backs of her thighs, and her body ached with want. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to her. His hand trailed down her chest, over her belly, and to her waist.

"Is this okay?" he asked, hand poised just above her pussy. She nodded breathlessly, and her clit pulsed with desire. The tremors traveled through her body and reverberated in her kneecaps. She wanted everything, every last bit of him. Everything that he wanted to do to her was what she wanted.

His fingers brushed lightly over her mons at first, feeling the soft skin and hard bone underneath. He slid his hand down deeper between her legs, rubbing over her clit deliciously. She moaned, pressing her body into his hand. She wanted more. She reached down and unbuttoned her leggings, then pushed them off of her hips and onto the ground. She caught his hand and brought it back to her pussy, holding it there for a moment. He felt the coarse hair against his skin, and his erection surged. It was his turn to moan.

Here she was, nude in his lap, her pussy cupped in his hand. He could scarcely believe it. His sensory systems were overloaded. His cock was so hard he felt like it might rip through his pants at any moment. Nights spent alone pining after Rey in his sterile cabin felt like a distant memory.

He pressed his fingertips against her pussy and dragged them over it, starting low and stopping just below the beginning of the cleft. She writhed, pushing her hips up harder against his hand, and he continued the motion, drinking in her pleasure.

"I like that," she told him, her accent stretching her i's out long. "Don't stop." At this moment, he felt like he would do anything she told him to for the rest of his life. He tried to picture in his mind the exact way and pacing that she had used when touching herself, and attempted to replicate it. He could feel her body responding to his touch. Keeping his strokes steady, he leaned down and kissed her again.

Her hard nipples rubbed against his bare chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He willed himself to move slowly, not to rush, even though his body was drawn to hers. He could feel the heat and wetness building between her legs, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her. His erection pressed painfully against the fabric of his leggings. He had to free himself from them, he couldn't wait any longer. He drew back and slid them off, watching her face as she took in his body. Her eyes were wide, trained on his cock.

She had seen it before, from a distance. She had known, even before then, that it would probably be big. He was a tall, well built man, and she figured it would be in proportion with the rest of him. Now, staring it down in person, she felt intimidated.

He leaned back over her on the bed and she pulled away from him almost imperceptibly. He froze, concern showing on his face. His heart crawled up his throat. He wanted to scream, or shatter something, horrified that he may have done something to ruin the moment or scare her away. Was she repulsed by his body? He fought back anger and shame, trying his best to be patient with her. He sat silent, waiting for her to speak. Rey sat up on the bed, legs pressed together. She stared at her knees, then looked up into his eyes.

"I've never done this before." she told him, worry written across her face. The tension in his body morphed into a different kind of anxiety, mirroring hers. He sat on the bed next to her, eyes on his hands, and took a deep breath.

"I haven't either." It was embarrassing for him to admit, considering that he was likely several years older than her and had been around other humans for most of his life, but she looked relieved. She relaxed and leaned against him, turning her face toward his for another kiss. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of her soft skin against his, her breast pressing against his arm.

"We'll take it slow." he said reassuringly. She rested a hand on his thigh, drawing little circles on his skin. The stress and anger that he carried with him at all times was eroding with every pass of her fingers.

Rey felt the taut cords of muscle in his upper thigh. His whole body was tensed, ready to strike. She leaned closer and ran her hands over the dark, wiry hair just above the base of his cock. He drew in a sharp breath, eager for her touch. She met his eyes, unsure of what to do next. He grabbed her hand and held it for a moment, smiling at her, then moved it to his shaft. She sat up and straddled one of his legs to get a better angle.

"Show me how you do it."

He adjusted each of her fingers, then wrapped his hand around hers and guided her through a few slow, steady strokes. Her hand was dwarfed by his, but so strong and precise in its movements. He moaned as she jerked him off, secretly relishing the feeling of her pussy against his leg. He could feel himself getting wetter with every stroke. He let go and let her give him a few more good pumps before stopping her. She pulled her hand back, a sticky strand of precum trailing off of her fingers. She licked the juices from her fingers while he stared, captivated.

She straddled his waist and he sat up, bringing his face to hers, holding onto her hips and kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. His cock rested against her lower stomach, driving them both mad with anticipation.

"I want to be inside you." he said. He was reaching a breaking point. "Are you ready?"

Rey nodded, pushing herself up onto her knees. She guided him between her legs, then whispered, "Be gentle," into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Her hands rested on his shoulders. He held onto her hips and then, as slowly as he could possibly stand, thrust his cock inside her.

Both gasped at the sharp, momentary pain, and took a moment to assess the situation.

"Keep going, please," she said. His eyes searched her face for signs of pain. He was terrified of hurting her and driving her away. He could see nothing but excitement in her eyes. "No, really, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"It was just a little tighter than I was expecting, but I think it's okay now." He pushed deeper into her experimentally, then moaned without meaning to. The sensation on his cock was staggering. Rey grinned at him. "How does it feel for you?" he asked, trying not to move any more than was necessary until they were done talking.

"It hurts a little, but I like it." He looked at her dubiously. "No, really! Keep going." she told him, and began fucking him to demonstrate. She slid up and down along his cock, immobilizing him in surprise. He panted and scrambled to get a hold of her hips to slow her down. The pace was not sustainable. If he came too soon, the embarrassment might kill him.

He held her still while slowly pushing deeper into her until he was all the way inside, her ass resting on his legs. Rey breathed heavily, acclimating to the feeling of being completely filled. His cock felt even bigger than it had looked. She felt a continuous sharp, pinching pain, but it was easy to ignore for the pleasure that was radiating through her body.

Ben began a slow rhythm, in and out. Rey matched him, trying to keep her breathing steady. He embraced her, burying his face in her breasts, then wrapped his lips around her nipple, probing it with his tongue. She moaned, twining her fingers through his long black hair and pulling, hard. The pain turned him on, driving him to move faster and harder. He bit down on her nipple and she gasped. He looked up, meeting her eyes. She gave him a slight nod and he bit down again, much harder this time. He felt her clench around him as she reacted to the pain.

He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for too much longer. She still held him by the hair, but her face was tilted to the ceiling, her mouth slightly open. He moved a hand down between their bodies and pressed his thumb against her clit. He moved it slowly at first, then quicker in time with his thrusts. She moaned loudly now, grinding into his hand while he fucked her.

Rey's breathing was ragged. She tightened her grip on Ben's hair, trying to anchor herself to him. She could feel his big doe eyes trained on her face, but she was so wrapped up in the feeling of his cock inside her and his hand on her clit that she couldn't think straight, let alone respond to his gaze. She could feel the pressure building in her lower belly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as she climaxed, soaking in the feeling of his skin against hers. He held her steady, reeling from the sensation of her body tightening and twitching around him. The feeling was enough to push him over the edge. His cock tensed on the next thrust and then he was breaking, emptying himself into her. He held her close, his face buried in the hollow at the base of her neck.

Ben was assailed by an overwhelming surge of emotion. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to cry. Being with her made him feel washed clean of his past, his heritage, even his birthright. He wanted to rid himself of every last thing that wasn't related to her, everything that came before. She was the only thing that mattered at all.

She held on just as tight to him, her own feelings raging. Finally, someone. Finally, no longer alone.

They held each other in the darkness until the force connection ended and pulled them apart. They knew now that they had to find a way to be together.