A/N - Only a little "mature" but I thought I should put the warning on for those who may not like it when we start to approach "smutty"

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Rey had no idea what the future may hold, and where they could, and would go from here.  But deep down, she was connected to this man, in ways that she could never be connected to anyone else, and that no one else could ever fathom.  She pulled his face closer, and kissed him once again.  Softly.  Lingering.  Her hands shifted down and roamed - over his shoulders, down his arms, and onto his chest.

Their breathing quickened, and when Rey's hands moved back up into his hair, he growled.   He shifted her head slightly and began kissing across her jaw, over to her ear and down her neck. She felt his tongue run across her flesh.  His teeth scraped slightly, and she moaned - a soft sound that made him shiver in response.  Heat flowed to the area between her thighs.

At that, he lifted her up, scooted back on the bed so he was leaning against the wall, and sat her back on his hips so that she was straddling him.   At first she was surprised, but melted into him as she could feel his arms fully encircling her, pressing her tightly against his chest.  And right between her thighs, she could feel his hardness.  He wanted her, and it was dizzying.  It made her breathless.   She could feel him moving his hips against her ever so slightly, and she gasped.  In this position, it felt....sinful.  But delicious.  She also began pressing her center down against his erection, and moving with him – drawing a long moan from her, which caused him to groan loudly and grasp her tighter.   His hands were constantly in motion – into her hair, down her back, over her thighs, and up her sides.  Their kisses once again became more frantic - deeper, carnal, and she was now beginning to feel wetness between her thighs.

She began tugging at his tunic, and he reached back to help her take it off.  Leaning back, she admired his chest, and ran both hands up from his abdomen to his collarbone, drawing a raw groan from him at her touch on his bare skin.  His hands roamed up under her shirt once again, his thumbs finding her nipples and brushing over them lightly.   Whimpering into his mouth, she bucked her hips against him, and went a little wild, causing him to gasp and clench his teeth against the heightening pleasure.

She ran her hands over his bare chest, loving the feel of his skin beneath her fingers.  Moving away from his lips, she trailed kisses down his jaw to his collarbone and shoulder, where she placed a soft bite.  He groaned hugely and fiercely dragged her back up to his lips, kissing her deeply, hungrily.  The pressure between her thighs continued to build, as his movements against her became more frantic, and her mind became hazy with desire.  She could almost imagine how his movements and his hardness would feel if they had no clothes on – how it would feel if he slipped inside of her.  She went slack jawed at the thought, as her breath huffed out in a deep shiver, and her center felt like it was starting to throb.

Kylo could feel her excitement building through the bond as he continued to grind against her. He knew he was getting close to climaxing, and felt that she probably was too, but he was rapidly losing the ability for coherent thought, as his body took over.  His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust against her purposefully.  His groans were becoming rhythmic with each thrust, starting to reach a fevered pitch, as his lips devoured her.

Ben was becoming wilder and wilder beneath her, and although the pleasure felt amazing, she could feel it building to something that felt wonderful but frightening at the same time.  It was getting close to a point of being unable to stop - and it was all starting to become too much for her experience.  She broke their kiss and pulled back suddenly, trying to catch her breath.   Touching her head to Ben's forehead, she held onto him for dear life while her breathing slowed.

Kylo squeezed his eyes shut and tried to maintain control.  His entire body was tingling, with lust flowing through his veins like a drug, and he wanted nothing more than to throw her down onto the bed, rip her clothes off and thrust into her.  He was not known for his patience.  The heat between them had been building steadily over the past few days, and it had now reached the point where he was literally shaking with desire for her.  He had been so close to climaxing – maybe two or three more thrusts and he would have gone over the edge.  Having her pressed against his shaft like that, each of them moving, grinding, against each other - it had felt so good!  He didn't think he had ever been as hard as he was at that moment, and felt like he was ready to burst.  

But despite that, as the fire in his blood cooled a bit, he realized that he did not want to rush her, nor this.  She deserved to be worshipped.  To be kissed everywhere.  And he wanted her to moan his name when she found her pleasure.   Then he wanted her to scream it.  He sucked in a ragged breath, tightened his grip on her again, and buried his face in her neck.  He had to stop thinking about it or he would go mad!  He chuckled as he realized that Ben Solo and Kylo Ren were indeed both at war within himself about how he wanted to make love to her.

The one thing he was certain about, was that when they finally did come together, it was going to be amazing.  And beautiful.  And he couldn't wait....

He had made a resolution today though, and that was that he wouldn't make love to her for the first time through the bond.  They both deserved more than that.  And he was pretty sure that he'd want to stay with her for as long as possible afterward.  Also, given the fact that they couldn't really control when the bond disconnected, it just wasn't a good idea.

He smiled, thinking about some of the things he had discovered during his 'research'.  While he had been focused on learning the things that specifically appeared to greatly please a woman, his mind had kept imagining himself doing those things to Rey, and it took every ounce of control in him not to wrap his hand around his hardened shaft and stroke himself while watching.  The memory caused him to shudder again.

Taking a deep breath to regain some semblance of control, he pulled back to look at her, and gave her a soft, chaste kiss on the tip of her nose.  He ran his hands over her hair and looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world.   She seemed to have recovered some of her senses, and gave him a sweet smile in return to his own, shyly asking,

"Ben, would you stay with me?  Lie down with me, to sleep?"

His heart seemed to grow in his chest. "Yes.  I'd like that too.  Very much."

She smiled at him, jumped out of bed and headed into the 'fresher.  It was then that he remembered his conversation with Hux before coming here. "Rey, the First Order may be close to finding the Resistance."

She walked back out, brushing her teeth.   "What do you mean?"

"Hux told me earlier this evening that he thinks you're on Lothal, and I told him to get confirmation of which planet before we discuss our battle plan."  He told her while pulling his shirt back on.

Rey's eyes widened and she stood completely still.  "I'll take that as your personal confirmation that you are indeed on Lothal."  He replied cynically.

"I can probably stall him for a day after he confirms it – which he is probably close to doing right now.  But you need to let them know first thing tomorrow that they need to start their evacuation plans ASAP.  And Rey, I want you to promise me that you'll take that bucket of junk and leave Lothal as soon as I tell you to."

She frowned at his disparagement of the Millennium Falcon. "You know I can't do that Ben.  I need to help them get everyone out.  Can you not give us more time?  Or even better, just not attack?"  She looked at him, her eyes pleading.

He sighed. "Rey, I can only hold off Hux and his dogs for so long.   I can't suddenly tell them, without reason, that we're turning over a new leaf with the Resistance.  Maybe you and I can think of some way that we can get there – sooner rather than later – but not in time for this attack.   I'm sorry.  I wish I could."

She waived her toothbrush around in the air, clearly frustrated.  "But you're the Supreme Leader!!?"

Again, he sighed.  "You're right, but Hux hates my guts, and would do anything to organize a mutiny against me.  I don't want to – I can't – give him more ammunition than he already has.  He already suspects that it was me who killed Snoke.  And there are already many in the First Order who don't like the direction I am trying to take, and who would like nothing more than to be rid of me."

He waited a moment before continuing. "If it would make you feel better, you can go tell them now, rather than waiting until tomorrow..."

"No, its too late now.  And your mother is probably already sleeping."

His eyes widened and he froze.  His skin went at least a shade paler. "My mother?"

She frowned. "Of course – she's the first one I'll go to with this.  I can't really go to Poe – he's too hot headed – and what do I tell him?   That Kylo Ren tipped me off about the First Order's impending attack?  No, I'll definitely go to your mother first...".

His voice was hoarse and it barely came out in a whisper. "Does my mother.... know....about us? About our connection?"

"No, I haven't told anyone.  But I think she suspects something since the Supremacy."

He wasn't sure how he felt about that – that she hadn't told anyone.  It made him feel like a deep, dark secret, that needed to be kept hidden.   But, what could she tell them?  When could she ever tell them?  These thoughts frustrated him, and made him fear for the future.  How would they ever be together if what they had was a secret?  How could it ever not be?  He couldn't see any way....

He let out a frustrated breath.  That was not a conversation for right now. He was tired, and wanted nothing more than for her to climb back into bed so he could wrap his arms around her, and close his eyes.  He took a deep breath and asked. "So, what will you tell her?"

She went back into the 'fresher to finish brushing her teeth. When she returned she replied.  "I'm not sure yet – I'll think of something.  If not, I'll have to tell her the truth.  Well, at least a part of the truth – that you and I share a bond through the Force, and can communicate."

This made him very nervous.  He did NOT want his mother to hold out false hope for anything..... "Rey...."  He said warningly.

She stared him down and responded in the exact same tone.  "Ben....."

"Rey, I do not want you to tell my mother all sorts of things about me!  She's been through enough.  She was a terrible mother, never had time to just spend with me, to be a mother – always distracted, dragging me all over the place – first to senate meetings, and then later to Resistance meetings.  So much so that she did not see what was happening to me right in front of her eyes!  And she does not need to be led to believe that I will suddenly be dropping by on her doorstep to say hi!"   He seemed to be starting to hyperventilate.

Rey cocked her head to the side and thought about that for a moment.  "And why not?  If you're changing the First Order for the better, trying to become a kinder, gentler version of the big bad Kylo Ren, and want to at some point in the future have a more peaceful, if not ambivalent relationship with the Resistance, why wouldn't you want to meet her at some point in the not so distant future?"

He scoffed at that.  "I am NOT trying to become a kinder, gentler version of the big bad Kylo Ren!!"

She just raised an eyebrow at him and continued to stare him down.  He growled and raked his hands through his hair. "Fine.   You can tell her some of the things that I want to accomplish.  You can even tell her that one day I hope to meet her for negotiations.  But that's IT!"  he took a deep breath to try to calm himself.  His voice was quieter, and lower when he continued. "Rey, the other stuff.... this....between us....that's private..."  he looked up at her, pleading.

She gave him a little smile, walked over to the bed, and climbed in.  She wound her arms around his neck, and gave him a soft kiss. "Of course."  She looked at him softly.  "C'mon – it's late, and I'm tired."  He nodded, and they both lay down under the covers.  He was on his side and her back was to him.   She scooted a bit closer, and he wrapped his arms around her.  They both sighed in contentment, enjoying the peaceful and calming closeness.

Rey had never fallen asleep in anyone's arms before – well, at least not that she could recall. There may have been instances with her parents during her childhood, but if so, those memories were long buried.  She happily snuggled into him, her arms wrapped over his that encircled her waist.  His body heat warmed her, and his breath on her neck and shoulder tantalized her.   This was heaven, she thought.  Hopefully they would stay connected until they were both sound asleep.....

Kylo didn't think he had ever felt so peaceful, so whole, in his entire life.  Never could he have imagined that holding a woman in his arms could feel so necessary – so right.  He lay there, breathing in her scent, feeling her warmth and softness.  And through the bond he could feel her pleasure and happiness at being in his arms.  Their heartbeats were in sync, as if his body knew that he was holding his other half.

They lay there for awhile in silence, enjoying this new experience.  Just before they drifted off, he whispered to her. "Promise me you'll leave Lothal as soon as you can."

She smiled in the dark. "I'll do my best to get out at the first opportunity.".

He sighed, tamping his anger down.  That was probably the best he was going to get.   He leaned over and planted a kiss on her shoulder.   "Good Night Rey".

She snuggled a bit deeper into him. "Good Night Ben."