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The buzzing of machinery and quiet hum of generators were the only sounds Rey could hear from her spot under the hull of the Falcon. This bucket of bolts is always in need of some sort of repair or touch up so it's the best bet when in need of a place to hideout for a while. Which explains why Rey is currently neck deep in ship parts at this ungodly hour. She needed a place to hide.
Not from danger or despair. But from the pair of pretty eyes and plush lips she finally gave herself over to. She feels a flush spread over her at the memory of what his lips had tasted and felt like. The lips of her supposed enemy and exact opposite. They had been circling around this inevitable conclusion since months prior when he called out to her and finally fled the First Order for good. She didn't want to give in to her base desires from the get go, so she resisted the unexpectedly charming Ben Solo for as long as she could. But last night he finally broke down her last defense.
Rey quickly shakes her head to loosen the cobwebs of memory and desire that began to form. She returns her attention to the cold metal in front of her and sighs, completely at a loss for how she is going to confront him again. She needn't think too hard about it however because the unmistakable sound of his heavy footfall filled the empty hanger. She could hear his steady approach and waited with bated breath and a beating heart for him to make himself known. She stays hidden under the Falcon, pretending as if she didn't sense his presence from the minute he entered the room. His feet come to rest firmly planted right beside the rolling bed she's laying on. He doesn't say anything, just stands, waiting.
Two can play at this game, Rey thinks as she continues her tinkering, making sure to make loud enough noises so it seems she's still unaware of him. She thinks she finally hears him sigh. It sounds almost pained, she thinks, and holds herself back from rolling out and making sure he was alright.
"You left."
His words echo across the deserted hanger and hang in the air around her. She slowly rolls herself out from under the Falcon and finds his brown blazing eyes already fixed on her. She swallows at the imposing sight of him, decked out in all black with his hands behind his back. Every inch of him domineering and masculine and mouthwateringly tempting.
"You left." he says again, eyes darting quickly to her lips before returning to her eyes. "I wasn't close to being done with you but you...fled."
His words carried a heat behind them that Rey couldn't distinguish between anger or desire. Perhaps a mix of both.
Rey stares back into his eyes, hating herself for how easily she’s already succumbing to him.
“The Falcon needed....repairs..” she says lamely as she watches his face set in resolute anger. That telltale twitch under his left eye giving away just how much emotion he’s holding back.
She fully rolls out from her hiding place and stands before him now. She can see the wheels turning behind his eyes, trying to find the right words without letting his anger get the best of him.
“So you’d rather spend the morning crawling around this...hunk of junk, instead of with...” he cuts himself off and swallows whatever the end of his sentence was. With a small shake of his head he turns and stalks slowly out of the hanger.
“Ben!”
She hadn’t planned on calling out to him, her own echoing voice catching her by surprise. He stops without turning around, waiting for her to continue. She rings her hands around the wrench she never seemed to put down, hoping to gain the courage she clearly didn’t have this morning when she woke to his sleeping form beside her.
“I got scared....I ran...I didn’t want you to wake up and be disappointed in what happened.”
The truth of her words were deeper than she knew as she said them out loud. She saw his shoulders tense before he slowly turned back to face her. A look of confused hurt on his face.
"What could you possibly think would disappoint me about what happened?" his voice and aura are a deep vibration that cut through the still air of the empty morning. Rey feels it shake the air around her, his Force signature so unbelievably familiar to her now.
He quickly closes the distance between them, no longer broody and sullen but full of a fire that has also become quite familiar to her. He stops in front of her, lips pressed in that nervous manner of his.
“I wanted more than just last night.” He whispers to the still space between them. His voice is a baritone rumble as it cascades over Rey’s ears. She feels as if the gravity of this hideaway planet just reversed as she takes in his words.
“What do you want then Ben?” She whispers as well, unable to speak any louder even if she wanted to.
He stares into her eyes with a torrent of unexpressed emotion and Rey has to remind herself to breathe while returning his gaze.
“I want all of you Rey,” he finally confesses, “I want the light...the dark...the complicated. I want it all with you by my side.”
Before she even knew what she was doing, her arms were thrown around his massive shoulders as her lips sought out his own. His eyes bulged in a moment of surprise but then the fire simmering in them finally kindled to a blaze. He returned her kiss with fierce passion, as if he was scared she’d run again the minute he pulled away. She lets out a quiet moan, cheeks coloring from the sound. He answers with a moan of his own and the slip of his tongue into her mouth.
They stay clinging to each other for some unknown amount of time when a small clearing of a throat breaks the hazy atmosphere around them. They both whip their heads toward the sound and find Leia staring at them with a cocked brow and bemused face.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but I need a word with my son." her voice is full of humor as she watches Ben's cheeks turn a blazing red.
Rey is sporting a pair of her own at being caught with the general's son but mostly because the way Ben was kissing her set an inferno to her hesitations and doubts. She was ready for more than just last night as well.
Ben looks down at her now and there is visible storm in his eyes as he resists just ignoring his mother all together.
"I'll come find you later sweetheart, we have unfinished business."
She hates herself for the gasp that escapes her and for the moan he pulls out of her from his quick parting kiss. She catches his smirk as he strides smoothly toward his mother, ignoring the shake of her head at his display.
"Just like your father." Rey hears her mumble as she turns and follows her son out of the desolate hanger.
Rey feels shell shocked. Unsure of how just a few minutes ago she was tinkering with the Falcon and now her lips are swollen from Ben's insistent kisses and her face is the temperature of the Jakku son. It dawns on her that she never got to tell Ben that she also felt the way he did. That she didn't run this morning because of regret but because of insecurity. She rethinks his parting words and the way they seemed to hold so much more. She knows now that he felt her thoughts, felt her desires and feelings that were too difficult for her to express. It's easy to forget they share a bond now that they're no longer separated by galaxies and war.
Rey feels a smile begin to form on her face, an excitement beginning to bubble in her gut. They finally crossed a barrier that has been a plague to them both for far too long. While there's still plenty of places to go from here, she's glad to finally be starting something. She realizes there's a full smile on her face now and she shakes her head again, laughing a little at how silly she probably looks right now. She doesn't know how long Ben will be gone but until then she can lay under the Falcon and waste time day dreaming of what more is going to look like. She wants him and, bless the Force, she doesn't even need to tell him, she thinks he knows.