Her face was still snuggled against his neck.

Rey was able to perceive Ben's scent even though the smell of dirt, sweat and come were prominent on his body. But it was there and she wanted more of it, because she'd always had to restrain herself, especially around him, and she wasn't going to anymore.

Ben cupped the nape of her neck, urging her to twirl her face towards his own.

Rey obliged and he nuzzled her nose before giving her mouth quick, feathery kisses.

She wasn't exactly comfortable in that position.

"Ben, I need…"

Only then Ben noticed her right hand lingering awkwardly in the air. It was still dirty with his come, and she honestly didn't know what to do with it.

Ben gave her a small smile, he looked a bit embarrassed, and tore a piece of his sleeve for her to clean her hand with it.

Rey took it with a slight blush.

"You didn't have to do it, I could have used something mine. I do have a lot of layers on."

"I wasn't going to tear off pieces of your clothes." He muttered, pouting.

"You might as well. It's not like I would complain."

She was teasing him.

His eyes finally met hers.

"Careful, Rey."

She threw the dirty piece of clothes on the ground.

"Or what?"

"Or I might take your word."

Rey chuckled caressing his wide shoulders with her hands.

"It doesn't sound too threatening."

Ben grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him.

They were kissing again, but she could feel that he wasn't completely into it; his mind was somewhere else. She could feel his mood shifting into discomfort.

"What's wrong?" She asked when their lips parted.

"Nothing, I-" He paused to exhale deeply. "Nothing."

Oh, hell no. He wasn't going to act like this. Not with her. Not after everything they went through.

"Ben." Her voice was steady and hard.

Rey placed her hands on his cheeks to force him to look at her.

"I can feel you're anxious. And I need you to tell me about it."

"I don't want us to fight."

It made her frown.

"We won't."

"No, I mean… I don't want you to get mad or annoyed. I've had enough."

Ben looked away.

"You think I'm going to be annoyed because you feel anxious?" She slightly raised her voice, incredulous.

Her hands pressed more on his cheeks, making his plump lips seem even fuller.

He looked ridiculous.

"I think you'll get mad if I tell you this."

The way his mouth was morphed made his voice sound silly.

"Try me."

He didn't respond.

"Ben."

He tried to free his face.

"Stop it, Ben."

He grabbed her wrist and tried harder.

"BEN!"

"FINE!"

Rey let go of his face and crossed her arms.

Only then she realised that his pants were still lowered and his cock was laying spent and wet on his hip bone.

She blushed.

Like she wasn't thinking about bouncing on it just a handful of minutes earlier.

She thought about it again.

He must have noticed her attention shifted elsewhere, because he rushed to make himself decent.

She was grateful for it, she needed to focus.

Ben cleared his throat.

"Go on." She urged him.

"I don't want you to take it the wrong way."

"I won't."

He made a face, suggesting that he didn't really believe that.

"I don't want to stay with the Resistance."

Rey didn't want that either. The two of them needed to figure things out and take a breath before launching themselves into the cause.

So why was he worried of her reaction?

Unless...

She was trying really hard not to react, hoping that he had something more to add. But he could surely see her distress.

"Am I part of the Resistance in this?"

Ben raised his eyebrows in an incredulous look.

"No, of course not!" He rushed to say.

His arms wrapped around her, to hold her tightly against his chest.

"I don't want us to stay there, at least for a while. That's what I meant!"

Relief surrounded her and she felt her body melt against his.

"Be specific next time." She mumbled.

"I'll leave only when you'll ask me to." His voice was soft and warm and low.

Rey liked his baritone voice; it made her skin tingle.

She'd heard him use his voice in many different ways, and all of them were attractive to her.

She heard the different tones it got when he was angry, disappointed, tired, commanding, mocking, desperate, pleading, hopeful, comforting, aroused.

She wanted to hear all the different shades his voice could have.

"That's not going to happen, Ben."

Rey knew he was smiling without looking at him.

"The First Order is still out there and it needs to be taken down. A new leader is always going to replace the one that's gone, because many people are there waiting for someone to follow."

Rey was listening to him quietly.

"I know them and I can help to destroy that cult."

He paused.

"Then I'll accept whatever fate the Resistance will decide for me."

She straightened herself to look at him.

"Whatever fate they decide for you, they decide for me too. And I won't sit and accept it."

"Don't be an idiot, Rey. They would have every right to-"

"If it weren't for you the he would still be there. We did it together, Ben. And we will keep doing things together. So you better get used to it."

Ben wasn't at all convinced by her speech. It looked like she had a lot of work to do ahead of her.

His arms urged her to lay against him again.

She was enjoying the sensation of his wide hands caressing her.

It didn't take him much to reach all of her back: his opened hands covered most of it.

The thought caused a shock of arousal that she felt right between her legs.

Rey felt kind of guilty of the constant horniness surrounding her body since that first kiss they shared, because even though Ben was more relaxed than before, something was still bothering him.

She kissed his neck. "Tell me."

"He will be there." His breaths were coming out quicker than before.

Rey wasn't breathing at all.

"Chewie." It was like his mouth was trying to get used to a name that belonged to a different time. "He'll be there when we arrive."

"I would hope so." She could feel everything he was feeling.

"You don't have to get off this ship today, Ben. You'll wait for me and when I come back then we can go away."

"I have to see him."

They landed the ship as much out of sight as possible.

Ben and Rey climbed out and he watched her walk away.

I'll send him to you, she told him.

And he waited.

There was a great possibility that it was going to get pretty painful. He didn't really know what to expect from that, but he suspected there would be tears.

He was definitely going to cry. He'd always been a crier.

Ben thought about the fact that his uncle had been his prisoner not more than a few hours ago.

Hours.

It seemed like a lifetime had passed.

And it probably did.

There were glimpses in his memories that felt very messy inside his head. Like he couldn't remember them properly, like he couldn't understand his own feelings.

The anger, betrayal and resentment that had surrounded him served as blankets that obscured him from reality.

He remembered those feelings, he just couldn't understand how he could rely on them so much.

He'd been adamant on the fact that uncle Chewie didn't love him at all, like everybody else.

But in that moment there was something new inside him.

Hope.

And he was in fact hoping, with his entire body, that his uncle felt something, anything, towards him that wasn't just the hate he rightfully deserved.

But whatever his feelings were going to be, Ben was going to accept them.

The least he could do was letting Chewie know that he regretted everything that happened and apologise to him.

Ben heard the leaves moving, before looking up from the ground.

He didn't have time to react, not even to acknowledge his presence, because Chewie's big hairy body crashed into his own and he felt his hand collide hard against his left cheek.

He'd been ready for that. He deserved it and he knew it. He had already decided to let him to whatever he wanted.

Ben closed his eyes, prepared to take any punch or kick he was going to throw at him.

But those never came. Instead he felt his arms curling against his body, caging him in a warm embrace.

He had forgotten how it felt to have someone like uncle Chewie in his life: someone to look up to, someone that was there for comfort, someone that made you feel safe.

He had thought Snoke was that person, but he was awfully wrong.

His newly healed mind could now see everything from what it really was.

Ben felt his throat closing and his eyes burning.

His body started to shake. Or maybe it was his uncle's body; he didn't know and it didn't matter.

Chewie broke away from him to look into his eyes.

A low pitched rumble came out from his chest.

"Yes, I'm here."

Another grunt.

Ben dared a small smile at his expression.

"You stink more than I do."

A moment dense with silence followed their exchange.

"Uncle Chewie..." He paused briefly to take a breath. "I know that saying that I'm sorry is not enough. I know that nothing I'll do is going to-"

Chewie interrupted him placing his hands around his wet cheeks.

Ben nodded. His throat was hurting from how much he wanted to let go and sob like he hadn't since he was a child and his heart was beating so hard he was sure it was going to make a hole in his chest.

But he felt good.

Rey was looking expectantly at her friends' confused expressions, waiting for them to say something.

Rose was the first to talk.

"I get it, Rey, I really do. But why now, when we can take a break together?"

"It won't be long, I told you, and I have my reasons, I swear! And someday I promise I'll tell you about it. But for now I just need to go." She hoped they could understand that she wanted this situation to a be a 'no questions asked' thing.

Finn was looking at his feet. "Okay." He said with a soft voice. "Okay, when are you leaving?"

"I mean… Now? I'll go when Chewie is done looking at the X-wing. I've come just to to talk to you, to make sure you were ok."

"And you will be fine?" Finn asked her. "Being alone?"

Rey barely suppressed a small laugh. She wasn't going to be alone anymore.

"Yeah." She said with a smile.

Finn cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead.

"Okay then." His eyes were gentle as always.

When he broke away from her she noticed him leaning against Poe's side.

About time.

Rey dared a glance from where Chewie had disappeared earlier, in a rush to confront Ben.

She felt anxious, hoping that everything was going well between them.

"Jannah's with Lando." She heard Poe saying.

"It's hard for all of us, but I'm sure for him and Chewie it's something else…"

Rey knew he was right. Fighting one war was tragic enough, but two must be madness. Even more if you lost your old friends and family.

Something clicked in Rey's mind.

"Where is he?" She asked Poe.

She found him sitting on a rock, his eyes unfocused.

"Sir?" She dared with a small voice.

He met her eyes and gave her a charming smile.

"Hey, kid."

It was uncanny the way his tone reminded her of Han's.

Rey set beside him.

"Everything alright?" She didn't really know how to approach the subject.

"Of course, dear, of course. It's just…"

The expression was distrassing, because she knew what he must be feeling in that moment.

"What?" She urged him to continue.

"We won, we did it. Again. Everything's going to be alright. But this is tragic isn't it?"

She waited for him to go on.

"An entire family gone. Just like this. And for what?"

His eyes found hers and he must have seen something that made him feel comfortable to go on.

"My family."

"Mister Calrissian-"

"I know, I'm sorry." He interrupted her. "I'm just an old man."

"I know what you're feeling." She took courage, hoping that she was reading this situation right.

"And… And I dare asking you if-" Rey wetted her dry lips. "Is it about Ben?"

It was like the mere sound of that name was enough to break him.

She saw his expression falling for a moment before he covered his eyes with his hand, his shoulders trembling.

"I know he-" His voice was strangled and unsteady. "I know that the kid-"

"He's here!" She said, in a rush to cease his suffering.

"Ben is here! He's alright."

The sight of his wet, pained eyes was heart-breaking.

"Don't play with me, kid."

"We did it together, sir. He should be the one to tell you about everything… If you wish. Chewie's with him now."

"The little bandit is here?"

Rey huffed a small giggle at the adorable nickname.

"My little bandit?" He asked again.

She nodded.

"Come with me."

Rey was giving them the privacy they deserved, while she gave her friends one last embrace and listened to all their recommendations.

"You should probably take the Falcon." Rose suggested. "It seems like Chewie's taking a lot to take a look at your ship. It must be quite damaged." Her eyes were studying Rey's face.

"I suppose…" Rey hoped Rose wasn't suspecting anything.

They moved together the ship to refuel it and to give it a quick look, to make sure it was capable to hold up.

"You should take some clothes with you, don't you think? Also toothbrushes and towels." Her friend told her, wiping her hands with a cloth.

"There are already male clothes on the Falcon, so that shouldn't be a problem." She added casually.

Rey's face jerked towards hers.

"How do you-" How could she know? How was that possible?

"It's alright, girl. I told you, I get it. You'll tell me about it, right?"

Rey nodded with a grateful smile. "Of course."

"Good. Now go. You'll be safe took off from here, there's no need to move it. No one will see you."

"Thank you, Rose"

She grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "Just be careful."

In that very moment, looking into Rose's eyes, Rey felt in her heart that everything was going to be alright.

So this is the second chapter! It was supposed to be one, but i decided to split it in two.

Hope you enjoyed :)

BE SAFE AND STAY STRONG.