A/N - Hi Lovelies!  This silly, romantic, smutty story popped into my head on Star Wars Day and I just had to write it. It literally poured out of me onto the page.  I've never written a one-shot - so its a little long, and maybe a little cheezy, but I hope you like it.  Also, I wanted to get this posted, so I didn't edit it quite as thoroughly as usual - apologies for any spelling mistakes and run-on sentences.

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She was an idiot. A complete, bone fide idiot. She still couldn't believe that she'd allowed herself to be captured – and by the smallest contingent of Stormtroopers she'd ever encountered.

They'd been on a supply trip to Coruscant, and Rey had wanted to grab something to eat. It was just a moment of inattention – but it had cost her. One minute she was walking into a shop to purchase a small delicacy – a local treat she'd had before – and the next she was waking up on a First Order ship, her hands in Force resisting cuffs. She still didn't even know what had happened, but her friends must be going out of their minds.

She was pretty sure that she was on the Finalizer – Ben's – no Kylo Ren's ship. Two days – she'd been here two days, and nothing. She thought for sure that he'd come see her – at the very least to gloat over her capture – but there had been nothing but silence so far. Not even the smarmy General Hux had come by to sneer at her.

She'd been so busy blocking him out – keeping their Force Bond from connecting that she hadn't even realized that he wasn't on board. Until today. Suddenly she could feel the bright flare of his Force Signature, and she knew that he had just returned from a trip off ship.

Easing off the block just a bit, she was surprised to feel his angst – his trepidation – through the bond. He was nervous that she was here. Why would he be nervous? He was the one who held all the cards, so to speak. She was his prisoner – once again.

She wondered what he'd do with her. Would he continue to hold her in this cell? Would he offer to train her again, like he did on Starkiller? Or would he beg her to join him, like before, on the Supremacy. Or, would he simply kill her once and for all and be done with it. The last thought caused a pang in the vicinity of her heart.

The past 6 months since Crait had been excruciating. She'd been so very angry and disappointed in him after that. Because of it, she'd him blocked him out completely – never allowing their bond to connect. Since then, they've had no contact whatsoever. It had killed her to do it, and she'd had to fight against her instincts every single day not to just let him in – to hear him out. But she just couldn't do it – her own anger still being too fresh.

At first, she could feel how angry – how hurt – he'd been with her. Banging on her walls – demanding entrance. But as the months passed, his desperation became quieter – almost despondent. He was always there – she could feel him, quieter now - ready should she decide that she wanted to talk. He tried every few days. She could almost feel the plea in the gentle brush against her mind. It reminded her of the plaintive note in his uttered "Please..." that day on the Supremacy, so long ago. As time passed, her reserve had slowly been weakening, and she knew that eventually, she succumb and let him in. Her anger at his actions on Crait had now faded somewhat, and she was almost ready to talk to him. She sighed deeply, banging her head on the wall of her cell. He'd killed so many of the resistance that day. But she missed him. So damn much it hurt.

Now that he was clearly back on board, she was nervous, unsure as to what he would do. Based on the moment when she'd first felt that brilliant orange flare of his signature, he'd been back on board for a few hours now. She wondered how long it would take.....

Hearing the thud of boots tromping down the corridor outside her Force blocking cell, she looked up, not surprised when two Stormtroopers opened the door, one holding a pair of binders in their hands. "The Supreme Leader has requested your presence." The Trooper said flatly, sliding the cuffs onto her wrists and activating the Force suppressing device before turning to escort her out of the cell. Taking a deep breath, she tried to quell the nervousness in her belly. She guessed she was about to find out exactly what Ben had in store for her.

****

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren stood in his shower, nervously clenching and unclenching his hands. He couldn't believe that Rey was on board. Nobody had informed him that she'd been captured. That slight was likely thanks to General Hux – and he fully intended to have words with him over it, later. So when his shuttle had dropped out of hyperspace outside of the Finalizer and he unexpectedly felt her overwhelming presence, her beautiful golden Force Signature burning so brightly close by, it was like he'd been suddenly eviscerated.

As soon as he'd set foot on the ship, he'd demanded an update, and was informed that yes, a Force user had been captured on Coruscant two days ago, and was currently in one of the Force blinding holding cells. Two days! She'd been here for two days and nobody had told him! It had taken everything in him not to lash out at the officer in anger, instead telling him to await further instructions about the Scavenger.

He'd immediately returned to his chambers and began pacing, trying to think! He'd strode back and forth in his quarters for the better part of half an hour – his heart racing, hands shaking and his mind numb.

It had been 6 months since he'd last seen her. Six. Whole. Months. She'd so thoroughly and completely blocked him from their bond that he'd been unable to contact her nor see her - except for a few glimpses here and there when she'd accidentally let the block slip, before throwing it right back up. The entire time, he'd been going insane trying to reach her – first pounding on her walls, pleading for her to let him in – to let him explain. Eventually, he settled into a quiet despondency, gently brushing against her mind with soft nudges that said Please - let me in. He just wanted her so badly – in every way. Her mind. Her heart. Her body. He didn't think she understood that. He'd made a complete mess of things on the Supremacy. And his actions afterward on Crait, well, they'd pretty much sealed his fate.

He needed to talk to her. But what could he say? He was so undone by the fact that she was finally here that he could barely string two coherent thoughts together. He needed to kriffing calm down! He was a mess from his trip. They'd run into a small skirmish that had turned into a minor battle, and he decided that not only did he desperately need to shower, but it would also hopefully help him to relax.

Once he stepped under the scalding spray though, his thoughts turned back to her. Sighing deeply, he looked down at himself – hard an aching – for her, like always. He'd gotten hard the moment he found out she was on the ship. He could feel her nearby – so close – and his own Force Signature seemed to be seeking hers out, wanting to merge with hers. The notion sent a sharp jolt of want racing through him.

Shuddering out a breath, he began washing his hair, trying to distract himself, but it wasn't working. He simply burned for her. Does she burn for him? How could she though – when she only saw him as a monster. He needs her so badly though. Needs to feel her body pressed against him – to hear her heartbeat. To feel her skin against his.

He banged his head against the fresher wall. If only she could want him back in the same way. If only he was able to show her how much she meant to him. He knew she felt something. He'd always known, from the moment he saw the way she looked at him when he was shirtless. He just didn't know exactly what she felt, but sensed that if she did feel something for him, she'd been hiding it well. If not, then at least he'd know. He just needed to get her to admit it either way.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He chewed his bottom lip, thinking about it. It was probably a really bad idea. It was highly immoral – and if he did it, she might just end up hating him even more for it.

Letting out a deep sigh, he considered all of his options, but kept coming back to the same one. He just didn't know what else to do.... It could work – and would finally let him know if she was revolted by him or not, hopefully ending his torture either way – because she just might kill him when it was over.

Decision made, he finished his shower and started making the necessary preparations to put his plan in place.

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Rey glanced around the ship curiously, watching as the two Stormtroopers led her down a series of corridors to a lift, before stopping at a set of double doors that were guarded by two other Stormtroopers. "We have the prisoner the Supreme Leader requested." Nodding, one of the guards activated the door which opened to reveal a spacious crew quarters inside. Rey felt a nudge on her back. "Inside."

"Wait – where am I?" She asked turning quickly back to them, as the Trooper shoved her inside and the door closed.

"You're in my quarters."

She heard the voice – that voice – that haunted both her dreams and her nightmares. Steeling her courage, she took a deep breath and turned to face him. He made a small motion with his hand and her binders released, falling to the floor.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes – both just staring at one another, hearts pounding, each taking in the other's appearance.

He looks thinner. She thought.

She looks healthier. He thought.

Finally, when Rey couldn't stand it any longer, she spoke. "Sooooo.....who goes first?" She chuckled, causing him to frown at her in return. "Poe told me that once he....nevermind." She stopped talking and looked away, biting her lip. When he was still silent, she turned back to him. "Two days! You left me to rot in that cell for two days?!"

He flinched at her words. "I didn't know you were here. I had no idea you were captured."

"What? Nobody told you?" She scoffed. "Aren't you the Supreme Leader."

His eyes narrowed and he took a step toward her, then stopped, deciding on how much to tell her. Shrugging, he said. "Hux likes to play these silly little power games. He knew that if I found out I would've returned immediately. Don't worry - he'll be disciplined for it." His gaze softened. "I'm sorry, Rey."

"For what? Are you sorry I sat in that awful cell for two days? Or are you sorry for something else? Like, maybe, what you did on Crait?" She spat angrily.

His gaze sharpened and his posture straightened as he looked down his nose at her. "I don't have to explain myself to you."

She studied him carefully, disappointment written all over her face. "No. No you don't, do you?"

Something about the way she said it made him feel like he was two feet tall – like a small child being chastised.

He glanced away, and she could see his throat working.

"I'm sorry for both." He said quietly.

Her eyes widened, shocked that he'd actually apologized for that.

He gestured to a small table beside him, where two covered trays sat. "Are you hungry? I know.....I know you like to eat, and I can't imagine that the rations in the cell block were very palatable."

Her gaze warily flicked to the table, then back at him, wondering what he was playing at. "I could eat." She shrugged, walking over to the table and taking a seat.

He waited until she was seated before uncovering the trays and taking his own seat. She examined the fare in front of her, curious about the meal. It looked somewhat more appealing than what she was accustomed to at the Resistance, and her gaze flicked up to him in wonder. "Its just a simple medley of meat, vegetables and grains in a sauce." He told her. "Its usually quite good." He said, picking up his fork and taking a bite, nodding at the taste.

Rey did the same, and her eyes widened at the flavor, all previous anxiety evaporating. "Ben – this is delicious!"

He smiled back at her – just a small, timid smile at the corners of his mouth, but a smile nonetheless. "Good. I'm glad you like it."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She questioned suspiciously. "I would've thought that after Crait....and after....." She swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in her throat "...after I shut you out for so long, that you'd be mad at me." Reaching over, she grabbed the cup of warm liquid on her tray, giving it a sniff before taking a tentative sip.

Ben's eyes bored into hers, watching her carefully as she sipped from the cup. "It's a tea." He told her.

"its nice." She replied with a smile. "A little fruity and sweet." Her eyes flicked back to his. "So, are you going to answer the question, or will you be evading it today?"

He sighed. Why did she always have to challenge him at every turn? Maybe if she weren't so Godsdamned stubborn he wouldn't have had to have resorted to this.... "Rey, I've been trying to get you to let me in – to talk to me – ever since Crait, but you've blocked me at every turn. All I've wanted to do was talk to you. To explain." He dropped his fork and ran a hand through his hair, the action catching her attention. He noticed her eyes following the path of his hand, and felt something within him stir.

Exhaling deeply, he continued in frustration. "I know that nothing I say can change what happened – nor change how you see me because of it. There is no excuse – no logical, rational explanation for how I reacted....after....." He looked away briefly before turning to face her once again, shame clearly written on his face. "I've thought about it over and over, and I can't even come up with an explanation for it. I....I lost control." He swallowed. "I behaved like a child. So many of your people died that day because of me – including Skywalker. You had a right to be angry with me all of this time. And I know....I know that you probably...hate me, after everything, but I never meant for any of it to happen." He looked up at her again. "The only thing I can say is, after you left, I went a bit out of my mind....everyone always leaves me."

The last few words were uttered so quietly she barely heard them. Her heart clenched at his apologetic explanation, and she needed to take another sip of the tea before she was able to speak once again. Her answer came out on a sigh. "I've tried so hard to hate you Ben – all of these months. But I just can't. Despite all the things you've done. And you have done some pretty unspeakable things. I was so angry with you after Crait. All those people...." She shook her head. "It took me some time to come to terms with it. But now I understand – I've realized – that it was all my fault."

His head snapped up in surprise. "What?! No. It wasn't your fault! How could you possibly think that?"

"I hurt you Ben. In the worst way possible. I betrayed your trust."

He shook his head. "While that may be true – yes, I was...." Running his hand through his hair again, his breath came out in a shudder. "....hurt...that you refused me...that you left....you can't take responsibility for my actions. I let my pain and my rage consume me – and I did some things that I shouldn't have – that I wouldn't have – if I'd been thinking clearly." Looking down at his plate, he mumbled quietly. "I....I didn't know unit later that my mother was in that cave on Crait."

She studied him carefully, his posture hunched over, clearly full of remorse. Her voice was regretful as went on to explain. "But I know you Ben – I know what's inside that head of yours, and I should have known better. I should have known how you'd react when you woke and found me....gone. Especially after....." Her breath hitched. "...especially after everything you did for me, and everything that happened afterward." She swallowed and looked back up at him. "So yes, in part, it was my fault."

His breath shuddered out of his chest and he just looked at her, regret and sorrow etched on his face. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm so damn sorry – for everything! If I could take it all back, I would."

She smiled sadly. "I know you would. I'm sorry too." She sighed. "But I'm just so tired of fighting this Ben, tired of fighting with you, tired of fighting this constant pull – this need – to see you and talk to you and..." Her cheeks turned pink and she looked away.

His brows furrowed in confusion, noticing her blush. "And what?"

"And...."

She looked over at him, her eyes and feelings wide open for him to see as he was suddenly hit with a wave of intense longing that tightened his chest, almost making him flinch backwards in his chair.

He swallowed thickly, gazing at her in shock, stunned by the sudden soft feelings all flowing toward him, from her. "Rey....."

She smiled meekly. "I don't think I can fight it any more....when you're like this to me..."

Suddenly his face became a mask of horror and fear as he swiveled away from her, burying his face in his hands. "No. Oh Gods no." He looked back up at her. "I'm so sorry Rey. I didn't know... I'm so kriffing sorry! I didn't think there was any other way...." He continued to mumble to himself, his face still in his hands.

An uneasy feeling slithered through her. What was he sorry for? What had he done? "Ben." She whispered, her voice laced with fear. "What did you do?"

"I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. I've ruined everything – again! Please believe me – I didn't know." He kept babbling over and over.

"Ben! WHAT DID YOU DO!?" She yelled forcefully.

"The tea...." Was all he could mutter, and she looked over at the tray in dawning horror.

"Ben. No Ben!" Her eyes filled with tears. "You didn't! You wouldn't!" She gasped out. "Please tell me you didn't poison me...." She said brokenly.

His eyes widened back at her. "What? No! Of course not! I could never hurt you Rey – you know that!"

She released a relieved breath. "Well thank the stars for that. But your TIEs did try to shoot down the Falcon on Crait."

"I didn't know you were on it." He mumbled quietly.

Giving him a curt nod, she looked at his face once again, and saw the regret clearly written there. Her eyes narrowed at him. "So, if you didn't poison me, then what's wrong with my tea?"

He gulped, his eyes slowly lifting to meet hers. "Cantonican spice."

She looked at him in confusion, her expression indicating that she didn't understand the problem. After a few seconds, she retorted with a series of rapid fire questions. "You drugged me? Are you kidding me right now? What did you think to accomplish? I'm already your prisoner! Was your intent to knock me out – hold me hostage? Or is it some kind of truth serum? Did you want to find the Resistance Base? What the hell Ben?" Her voice had risen as her questions went on, but he just silently watched her, his eyes both fearful and remorseful.

"Well?" She asked impatiently and very annoyed.

He cleared his throat and looked away. "Cantonican spice is a powerful aphrodisiac."

Rey blinked.

And then blinked again.

Her mouth fell open, but she couldn't find the words to respond to such a ludicrous statement. He drugged her with an aphrodisiac? Her brain couldn't quite catch up with what that that signified. Her thoughts continued to swirl around in her head, trying to make sense of the situation. He gave her an aphrodisiac. A drug meant to incite amorous feelings. But.....but.....if that's the case, that would mean..... he wanted her? In that way??

She gazed at Ben in complete confusion and astonishment. She wasn't totally ignorant of the ways of the world – and of what went on between men and women. While she had no direct experience of it herself, there were pleasure tents at Niima outpost, and the women that 'serviced' the men were often pretty and well fed, with ample breasts and curvy hips.

In all of the time since she'd first encountered him though – and had first seen him shirtless – she'd thought that she was alone in these feelings for him, that he couldn't possibly feel the same way for her. She'd always believed that he'd simply wanted access to her power – and to lure her to the Dark Side. When he'd asked her to join him that fateful day, that's what she'd thought he'd meant by ruling with him.

After all, he was first the apprentice to the Supreme Leader, and now was the Supreme Leader himself – so how could he ever want a scrawny, nobody scavenger like her? His position of power and authority almost decreed that there would be countless women available to him – beautiful, well-endowed women. So, the thought that he would even think of her like that came as a complete surprise. And that he'd wanted her so badly as to actually drug her, well, that was simply beyond comprehension!

But maybe she'd been mistaken....

It took her another minute before she finally noticed the growing signs that something was amiss with her body. Her skin was beginning to feel prickly – almost like a tingling burn whispering across her senses. In addition, she felt agitated somehow, the need to pace springing up, unbidden – although realistically that could've just been her annoyance with Ben. And she was suddenly hot – so, so hot. Her body temperature was increasing, her skin feeling feverish. What was wrong with her? Is this what the drug did? She rubbed the skin on her arms, her wraps feeling uncharacteristically rough and scratchy, so she frantically unwound them and ripped them off, throwing them across the room.

An uncomfortable throbbing – almost like a pulse or a heartbeat – had begun in the depths of her core, as it warmed and became wet in a way she'd only ever experienced when she'd thought of Ben while lying alone and aching for him in her bunk. But this was far, far worse – the ache to be filled becoming almost unbearable. She rubbed her thighs together to try to get some friction and gasped at how sensitive she was between her legs.

Her heart was pounding, and the scratch of her breastband on her nipples was becoming unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to peel out of her clothes to get some relief from the prickling sensations dancing along her skin. Stopping in the middle of the room, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to channel the Force in attempt to cool the unbelievable ache she felt everywhere, to be touched, to be bitten, to be scratched, to be filled. Unfortunately, nothing helped.

As the minutes ticked by, Ben stood silently, watching as she paced around, noting as the flush of her skin increased and her eyes darkened. Despite all of his guilt and sorrow, just looking at her like that sent an answering jolt of arousal to his groin and he was thankful that he was still wearing his long, loose overtunic. He'd managed to tamp down his desire to the point where he was only half hard while she'd been in the room with him, but now, the flames were licking at him, threatening to turn into an inferno as he could see the effects of the drug take hold.

He was so stupid. What had he been thinking? All he could rationalize was that she was here – on board his ship – and that he was blinded by lust and fear that they'd never get this opportunity again – that she wouldn't talk to him or that she'd kill him in battle without knowing how he felt about her. He'd never thought that her feelings towards him had softened – and he certainly never would have guessed that she'd ever feel like this toward him – or want him like that. If he'd known that she didn't want to be enemies any more he never would've done this. He would've been content being her friend, and maybe hopefully one day, her teacher.

He sighed regretfully. He'd never been one to make the right decisions – the right choices – and here he'd fucked it all up again, likely destroying any fragile trust she may have had for him.

Glancing up at Ben, she could see that he had his arms wrapped around himself, his eyes wary and remorseful as he gazed back at her. Walking up to him, she raised her arm and slapped him hard across the face. "Is there an antidote?" She asked calmly, even though she was feeling anything but calm. "A way to make all of – this – stop?" She gestured to herself with her hands.

His eyes were round and scared as he gave his head a slight shake. "No....not that I'm aware of. But....the symptoms should abate in 5 or 6 hours."

"Five or six hours!" She screeched. "And what, exactly am I supposed to do until then, hmmm?? Suffer through it?"

He swallowed nervously. "I....I'm sorry. It was not my intent for you to suffer."

Cocking her head to the side, her gaze bored into his as she challenged. "Then what exactly was your intent?"

She could see his Adam's apple bob as he tried to speak. Looking away, he replied quietly. "I....I had hoped...."

Although she was still unbelievable angry, she gently turned his face back to hers, seeing the glassiness in his eyes. The touch of her fingertips on his skin sent a tingling jolt up her arm, and she wanted nothing more than to stroke them up over his ear and into his hair. The thought sent a deep shiver through her and the heat and wetness in her core intensified, causing her to clench and let out an almost inaudible moan.

Ben heard it and shuddered in response, a needy little whimper getting caught in his throat. The sound caught her attention, which suddenly became focused on his lips. "What had you hoped?" She whispered, her voice sounding much lower and throatier than either of them had ever heard.

His eyes were pleading as they focused on hers, unsure of what to say. How could he tell her? How could he say that he needed her – had burned for her – in a way that both confused and excited him like never before.

Rey felt as if some demon had suddenly possessed her. Her body was on fire for him. She knew that it was helped along by the drug – there was no question about it - but she'd always felt this restlessness when they'd connected, her panties usually damp afterward. And if he didn't want her to suffer, he'd have to help her through this. It was his fault, after all. The look in his eyes told her exactly what he wouldn't – or couldn't – say. So, she said it for him.

"Do you want me Ben?" She asked, as her hand slid up his jaw to caress the shell of his ear and then threaded into his hair. "Do you want to touch me?"

Another needy sound was torn from him on a shudder at the feel of her hand on him, the touch of her fingers and the scrape of her nails along his scalp. His eyes drifted closed and he nodded. A feeling of feminine power and relief shot through her at his response. He did want her. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her hip, guiding him to stroke up her skin and then to cover one of her breasts. "Then touch me Ben. I'm on fire – for you."

Ben didn't think he'd ever felt anything as good as when her hands had threaded through his hair and her nails raked over his scalp. But when she asked him to touch her, his brain scrambled. He choked out a sound as his forehead dropped to rest on hers. "I'm so sorry Rey. That's the drug – you wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for that."

"You're right – part of it is the drug. But not all of it. I've......I've dreamed of you touching me...."

His eyes shot open and he pulled back, gazing at her in wonder. "You have?"

"Yes, I have. Have you dreamed of touching me?" She asked seductively, the drug thrumming through her blood – making her bold.

He just stared back at her, his eyes wide, unsure of what to do. He was so hard. Harder than he'd ever been in his entire life. He stood there, panting, not believing that this was happening – that she hadn't somehow called his saber to her hand and run him through for what he'd done to her. Instead, his beautiful bondmate, whom he'd literally ached for, was standing in front of him – albeit under the influence of a powerful drug – telling him that she'd dreamed of him touching her. That was not the drug.

"Gods Rey. I dream of touching you – kissing you – every night." He groaned out. "I've wanted to just see you – to talk to you – for so long..." His eyes were tearful through his admission.

"Ssshhhhh." She soothed, continuing to run her hands through his hair. "We're here now – we'll talk about all of that tomorrow – but right now, I need you to help me. Please Ben, help soothe this ache – its everywhere, all at once. If you don't, I'm going to start touching myself right in front of you."

He groaned hugely and yanked her to him, capturing her mouth in a messy, devouring kiss. His hands snaked down to her butt to pull her flush against him, and she could feel his hard erection pressing against her belly.

"You do want me." She said in wonder.

"Gods, Rey, how could you doubt it?"

She kissed him again, pulling herself up to grind herself right against his hardness. She was so sensitive – more than she'd ever been before – likely due to the drug. But she could feel the intensity already starting to bubble over. Whimpering softly, she wrapped her legs around his waist, continuing to move against him frantically as he gripped her ass. It only took about a half a minute before she was writhing even more wildly, and she cried out, arching her neck backwards, as she hit her first climax and pleasure streaked though her, blinding her senses.

He was in shock as he felt and heard her climax against him. He'd seen pornographic holo's, knew what the women looked like when they supposedly found their pleasure, but he could've never imagined the intensity of the feelings that coursed through him when it happened. He'd been surprised at how quickly it had happened, having barely kissed her – but he supposed that it was likely because of the spice. Maybe he'd given her too much?

She released him and slid down his body, her breathing a bit erratic, as she stared at him in wonder. "That was....it was.....whoa." She breathed.

Letting her go, he stepped away from her and clenched his fists, needing a moment to collect himself. He was surprisingly close himself – not imagining that he would almost come too after only the slightest time with her grinding herself against him. Not that he'd ever experienced this with a woman before.

Prior to encountering Rey, he'd never really had the inkling to allow himself to do this. It made him vulnerable. And although he was curious about the act – about the pleasure that everyone seemed so obsessed with – he simply didn't have the urge to share himself with another like that. Until Rey. Once they'd met, it was like a switch was suddenly flipped, and the slightest thought of her would make him hard. He'd tried to fight it, but after a few days he gave up, taking himself in hand to relieve the ache those thoughts had caused, imagining how it would feel if it were her hand, or Gods, her mouth, that was wrapped around him. It had confused and angered him at first, but he'd eventually accepted it, never daring to dream that she would want him like this.

But she was under the influence of a powerful drug, and he knew – had no doubt – that without it – they wouldn't have come to this point today. Based on what she'd told him, maybe some day they would have –– but not just yet.

He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deeply in time with her, coming to a decision. He did this to her. He would help her through it – but suffer himself, as his penance. He did not deserve to gain any pleasure as a result of his misguided actions.

"Are you all right?" He asked quietly.

"I think so. Things seem to have....settled down a bit." She looked at him sheepishly.

He took a deep breath and tucked a strand of hair around her ear. "It..." He gulped. "...it will probably start again soon."

She looked up in dismay and squeaked. "Again? It'll happen again?"

His eyes were remorseful once again. "I'm sorry."

Growling, she stepped away from him and began pacing around once again. Return of symptom 1.

She stalked over to the table and sat back down, deciding that she might as well try to finish the rest of her meal. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the half empty cup of tea, and her anger spiked again. Taking a calming breath, she focused on Ben. It looked like it was going to be a long night, and if she got mad every time it happened, it would likely be even more stressful. She sighed in calm acceptance. "Why don't you come and sit down? Eat some more?"

He shook his head. "I'm not hungry." He grumbled lowly.

"Ben. Come and sit down." She ordered sternly.

Striding to the table, he sat down heavily, focusing on the floor, his gaze not meeting hers.

Picking at the remnants of her meal, she could feel the tingle in her nerve endings starting once again. Rubbing her arms, she tried to quell the growing sense of feeling bereft. She needed touch. Her arms crossed over themselves as she started stroking over her own shoulders and neck, dipping down between her breasts. The motion finally caught Ben's attention, his eyes darting up to the small hand rubbing between the slight mounds in her shirt.

"Its starting again." She told him quietly, and he nodded in understanding, his gaze still focused on her small hand rubbing herself near her breasts – getting closer and closer to them.

He swallowed audibly, dragging his eyes away. Suddenly, he could hear her shuffling and looked back up to see what she was doing.

"Why is it so kriffing hot in here?!" She complained.

His eyes widened to saucers and he watched as she undid the wrappings that served as her tunic and yanked them off, leaving only her breastband.

Glancing up, she saw the shocked but mesmerized look on his face and smirked coyly. The drug definitely made her more bold. "Why Ben Solo, are you blushing?"

He knew his ears were red – they felt like they were burning – his cheeks too. Huffing out his annoyance, he swiveled away from the table so that he was no longer facing her. "Rey....you....you shouldn't do that."

"And why the hell not? I'm hot – burning up! You did this to me. So, you get to suffer having to look at my scrawny body." She said scathingly.

He choked on a cough, as she got up and stood in front of him defiantly, still rubbing her hands over her arms, her chest, and any bare skin she could reach. Looking up at her, he gingerly reached out to take her hand. "Rey. You are not scrawny. You're beautiful."

Her heart fluttered in her chest and she stepped closer, her shallow, rapid breathing evident in the quiet room. Ben's eyes watched her uncertainly, unsure as to what she wanted him to do. Lifting his hand, she guided it up her arm. "Its starting to get bad again. Please – I need you to touch me."

A soft huff escaped his mouth as he slowly dragged his fingers up her arm, running his hand over her shoulder. Closing her eyes, she let out a soft mewl and grabbed his hand, guiding it to her breast, leaning greedily into his touch. He gently squeezed her breast in wonder and Rey moaned quietly. She took another step forward and sat on his knee, tucking her face into his neck, ghosting her lips over his ear. "More." She demanded.

Ben's restraint snapped, and he brought his hand up behind her neck and drew her face up to kiss her lips fiercely, his other hand continuing to squeeze and stroke her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple and she moaned into his mouth. He shuddered deeply, licking at her lips and groaning when she twined her tongue with his.

She could feel her nipples tingling, aching for more attention. Her kisses became more frantic and she suddenly reached out and ripped the breastband from her chest, breaking their kiss. "Kiss me, Ben."

He looked down at her bare breasts in awe, panting with need, before glancing up at her in confusion. Moving her hands up to her breasts, she showed him. "Here. Kiss me here." She whimpered.

His lips parted and his eyes were hungry as they feasted on the vision set out before him. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined Rey sitting on his knee, begging him to kiss her breasts. He certainly didn't deserve this, but he'd take what she offered and curse himself for being a selfish ass later. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on one of the delicate mounds, his breath stuttering when he felt how soft they were. Rey tilted her chest slightly so that her nipple was right in front of his mouth. "Please."

A loud groan rumbled from his chest as his mouth closed over the small bud and he began to gently lick and suck at it. Rey gasped and pressed herself closer to him, running her hands through his hair once again. She felt his answering shiver and smiled, but the fever inside of her had continued to grow and she was now starting to become frantic. Taking his hand once again, she guided it down her body to the area between her legs, jumping slightly at the pressure of his fingers on her. "Yes...." She sighed out.

He sat immobile, feeling stupid, not sure what she wanted him to do. "Like this." She showed him, rubbing his fingers in circles over her clothes. He quickly caught on and focused on the task at hand, listening to her sounds, adjusting the pressure based on her reactions.

Soon however, the sensation wasn't strong enough, and she whined in frustration. She needed more! Jumping up suddenly, she undid her trousers and shucked them down her legs. Her small panties followed next.

"Gods, Rey! Wha....what are you doing?" He asked nervously. When he'd decided to help her though this dilemma – the one that he caused – he'd never expected her to get totally naked!

"Its not enough." She cried, scooting closer once again, opening her legs slightly and moving his hand back between them.

He was spellbound – his attention laser focused on the thatch of curls between her legs, and the pretty pink folds that were peeking out from between them. His shaft was aching – and so, so hard – he thought he'd burst through the seems of his trousers any minute. Licking his lips, he imagined tasting her there, as he suddenly realized that he could smell her arousal and he felt himself twitch in his pants once again. He was going to die. And he would completely deserve it because of what he did.

Very gently, he touched his fingers to her folds and she nearly bucked off of his lap, letting out a filthy sound that he'd never heard in his life. He loved it, but had to keep reminding himself that he shouldn't enjoy this – that was his punishment for doing this to her. As he rubbed his fingers over her, he could feel her wetness. Her folds weren't just wet, they were sopping. She squirmed as he continued his explorations, finding a little spot – a small nub – that made her positively keen when he rubbed it.

"Yes." She pleaded. "Oh yes. Please Ben, put them inside now."

Inside? She wanted him to put his fingers inside of her? Kriff. He was lost and he knew it. He moved his fingers lower, finding the aperture he was looking for, and gently inserted one of his digits. He was grateful his arm was holding her around the waist, because she moaned so loud and arched herself backward that she probably would've fallen off of this lap. He continued gently stroking his finger in and out, eventually adding another one, causing yet an even louder wail to erupt from her, as her movements became even more desperate.

He could see her reach down with her own hand and start to touch herself, frantically rubbing the little nub he'd found earlier. He gently swatted her hand away and used his thumb to rub it in circles while his fingers dipped in and out. Suddenly, she stiffened in his arms and let out a guttural cry, shaking slightly with tremors as her climax raced through her once again.

Ben watched in awe this time – thankful for this vantage point – able to see her face as she came. She's so beautiful. He thought. When her breathing seemed to return to normal, he moved his hand away, shyly bringing his fingers to his nose to sniff her scent. His eyes literally rolled back in his head and he couldn't resist bringing them to his lips to taste. Wiping the rest of her wetness on his trousers, he dropped his forehead to hers once again. His eyes were scrunched closed and his fists were clenched, struggling with his own need that was coursing through him.

Having returned to her senses, Rey could see Ben's pained expression and knew what he was going through. She moved her hands up to softly stroke his chest and neck, leaning closer to kiss him once again, but he turned his head away so she couldn't capture his lips. "Ben, what is it?"

"I just....I need a minute. Can you please... get off of me?" He didn't mean for his voice to sound harsh, but he was really struggling.

"I think its my turn to help you." She whispered quietly. "But I don't know what to do."

He shook his head. "No. You don't need to help me. I'll be okay – in a minute."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "But....why not?" She asked, hurt lacing her words. "I....thought....I thought you said you wanted me? Isn't that why you did this?"

Guilt lanced through him once again, and he took a deep breath. "Yes. But I was wrong – and so stupid to do it Rey. The only way I can think of to adequately punish myself for it is to help you as much as you need without me getting any pleasure from the experience."

"That's just silly." She crooned, running her hand along his chest, moving downward towards the bulge she could see straining against his trousers. Suddenly her hand froze, unable to continue. Glancing up at Ben in annoyance, she realized he'd stopped her hand with a Force hold. "Ben. Don't be ridiculous. Let me touch you."

He stubbornly shook his head once more. "No."

Huffing out her exasperation, she jumped off of his lap to stand in front of him, unfazed by her own nakedness. "You're being unreasonable. Its totally fine. I don't want you to suffer." She came closer once again, lowering her voice to a soft whisper. "I want to do the same things to you. Don't.....don't you want me to do them?" She asked shyly.

"You're killing me here, Rey. That's your intent, right? Make me die of pure lust...imagining....."

She fisted her hands on her hips, looking away from him, trying to make him see. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She did not want this experience to be one sided, but he was being so Godsdamned stubborn!

Her eyes came to rest on the half empty cup of tea and an idea took hold. Turning back to him, she smiled innocently. "I think I've found a punishment for you where we both get what we want."

He eyed her warily. "Okay. Go on."

Leaning over, she picked up the cup of cold tea and held it out to him. "Drink this." She said. Her tone left no room for ambiguity. It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command.

His eyes widened hugely, looking at the cup of tea in her hand, as the ramifications spun around in his head. "Rey..." He said in warning. "I am not drinking that. Then we'll both be....overcome."

Her eyes narrowed at him once again. "That's the point Ben. You'll suffer right along with me. And then we'll both 'help' each other. That is the punishment I am claiming from you."

"Uh uh. Not doing it." He said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.

She took a step closer and held the cup right to his mouth, staring stonily into his eyes. "Drink. The. Damn. Tea. Ben."

After a minute or so, he broke her stare, taking the cup from her hands. He tilted the cup slightly and sniffed it gingerly. "Come on – it tastes good. Bottoms up!" She encouraged sarcastically.

With an exasperated sigh, he tipped the cup to his mouth and finished the liquid in one gulp. "Happy now?" He asked sardonically, and she nodded in reply, a smirk on her lips. "Well, you probably won't be in a half an hour so when I'm......" He sighed and looked away, blushing.

Rey smiled in triumph, walking over to the fresher. "Take your tunic off." She called, as she closed the door, already starting to feel the heat prickling along her skin again. Soon. It would happen soon once again. But at least she wouldn't be alone in this. Imagining some of the things she wanted to do to him, she could feel the sharp spike of heat in her core.

In a way it was liberating, being able to think about such things without guilt. After all – it was the spice, right? She shivered, imagining being able to kiss him – all over, wondering how his hard rod would look – how it feel when she touched it.

Would he enjoy it? Or would he find her lacking in comparison to the others he'd been with. The thought sent a stab of jealousy through her heart. Stop thinking about it.

She gazed at her nude form in the mirror, examining her narrow hips and small breasts. Her body looked like that of a boy – or a pre-teen girl – not the beautiful curves that were more typical for someone her age. She'd seen many of the women in the Resistance, when they'd swam naked together in a small pond near their base on Dantooine. Most had full breasts and fleshy hips and buttocks. He couldn't possibly be...aroused – as a man – by her skinny body.

Spying a towel folded on the counter, she wrapped it around herself before going back into the main room, no longer as comfortable with her nudity as she had been a few minutes before.

He was still sitting in the same chair where she'd left him, arms folded across his chest in irritation once again. Moving to stand in front of him, she waited for him to look up at her, but he sat there silently, refusing to meet her eyes. She reached out to take his hands and gently pulled them away from his body, holding them in hers. "Ben." She said sternly. When he still didn't move, she tugged on his hands, and repeated more forcefully. "Ben!"

His eyes finally flicked up to hers, full of annoyance, but also, fear. Trying to lighten the mood, she chided gently, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. "I see you still haven't removed your tunic and shirt." She could see his lips tighten slightly, the only outward sign that her words had affected him. He glanced back down, his expression softening as he finally noticed the towel she'd wrapped around herself. She sighed, softly running her hands up his arms. "Can you... maybe...just please....hold me? Until it starts again....I can feel it coming on..."

She could see the surprise written on his face, but he gave her a small nod and wrapped his arms around her – causing both of them to sigh softly. She wrapped her arms around his head in return, pressing him to her chest. After standing like that for a minute, she quietly asked. "Ben? What are you so afraid of?" He remained silent, so she continued. "I can see it in your eyes."

She felt him shudder, and could feel the deep rumble as he replied into her chest. "I...I'm not sure what will happen...with the tea." He pulled back slightly to rest his chin on her chest, looking up at her, his eyes full of trepidation. "I'm afraid I'll lose control. I don't want to be too rough or hurt you."

"Oh." She gently stroked her fingers through his hair. "I trust you Ben. I know you won't hurt me."

He released a deep sigh. "Rey, I was already holding on by the smallest thread. I don't know how I'll react. And I can feel it starting too." He was starting to feel overly warm, with pin pricks of sensation darting along his skin. A sense of restlessness was building inside of him, making him want to move – to fidget. Holding her like this was stoking the fire. And he was already hard - could feel himself starting to throb. Closing his eyes, he buried his face back into her chest and tried to calm himself.

She could feel the sensations – the need - within her building once again. But this time, it felt more intense – more exciting – because somehow she felt the answering need in him too. Her thoughts skittered to a halt when she realized that maybe the drug was inhibiting their ability to block one another out through the bond. He nodded against her chest, having heard her thought. "Yes. You've been completely open to me...."

"Really?" She asked, feeling only the briefest flash of aggravation. Because if she was completely open to him, that would mean.....He stiffened in her embrace, and she smiled, tilting his head up to face her. "Now we're on an even playing field. That is why I wanted you to drink the tea. To even the odds. And it appears to have worked."

He was panting in her arms now as the spice began to take full effect, with fire and need racing through his veins, nearing the end of his control. She could see it in his eyes, and leaned down to kiss him deeply.

Ben growled and yanked her closer the minute her lips touched his. His hands were suddenly everywhere, and before she knew it, he ripped the towel from her and tossed it across the room. They both moaned loudly when he touched her bare skin.

Rey began tugging on his tunic. "Off. Take this off." She demanded.

He set her away from him and stood, quickly unbuttoning his over-tunic and shimmying it down his shoulders before yanking the remaining T shirt over his head. Immediately, he reached for her and dragged her to his chest. The feel of their naked chests against each other's was exquisite, and further stoked the fire as they began to make needy gasping noises while continuing to kiss frantically. He pulled her as close as possible and couldn't help thrusting his hips against her, moaning at how good she felt. She was just as desperate, her hands running over his chest, her nails lightly raking over his nipples, causing yet another needy sound to escape from him.

Breaking the kiss, she kissed her way downward, gently nipping his neck and collarbone, making him shiver, before she latched her mouth to his nipple and swirled her tongue around it. His hips bucked into her as he grabbed her ass and squeezed, rutting into her with abandon as a series of loud groans were torn from his chest.

Ben thought he might come right then and there. He was so aroused. He couldn't hold a single thought in his head except to keep going – to keep chasing the pleasure that was centered on the woman in front of him and the frenzied rub of his painfully hard shaft against her. Her whimper broke through his haze and he stopped immediately. "I'm sorry – did I hurt you?" He asked through ragged breaths, feeling as if he'd just run a race.

"No." She breathed. "Its amazing. You're amazing. It's so intense..."

He groaned again and picked her up, almost running towards his sleeping chamber, desperate to get her onto his bed. The lights came on automatically when he entered the room and literally dropped her onto the bed within two strides. He was about to climb onto the bed when she scooted herself up and held out a hand, shaking her head. "Take those off." She commanded, pointing to his trousers.

He was so far gone he didn't even blink. He stared at her intensely as he undid his belt, opened the fastenings of his pants and shucked them off within seconds. Rey's eyes were immediately drawn to the stiff appendage that was clearly standing out against his briefs. She made a little motion with her head, towards his groin, indicating that he should remove the remaining garment too, and he desperately shifted them down his hips and stepped out of them at the same time he started climbing onto the bed.

Settling himself beside her, he pulled her toward him roughly, desperate to have her pressed against him. They both whimpered at the feel of full skin on skin – touching each other – sliding against each other – at so many points at once. "Ben." She breathed, tilting her head up to allow him to capture her lips once again, as they both began to mindlessly devour each other.

Ben's hands roamed all over her, caressing and squeezing her breasts, stroking over her hip to squeeze her ass cheeks again, and then towards the curls between her legs to stroke her sensitive folds. She cried out, wantonly spreading her legs to give him better access.

Her own hands roamed over him too, stroking wherever she could reach. She marveled over the feel of him beneath her hands. He was just so big everywhere! His shoulders were broad and well defined, his biceps were firm and bulging, and his chest was simply beautiful. Becoming more daring, she trailed her fingertips over his defined abs, causing him to shudder; she moved lower to touch him there – the hard member that made him a man – shocked that something so hard could feel so soft and silky in her hand.

Ben's reaction was almost violent as soon as he felt the soft touch of her hand. He let out a harsh curse and momentarily froze, then jerked his hips as he huffed out his breath on a whine. Rey continued to touch him, stroking along his length, listening to the sounds he was making, fascinated when his hips started to move against her hand. Getting the idea, she sat up and firmly wrapped her fingers around him. She softly pumped up and down, causing him to let out a tortured sounding groan, and making him pant as breathing speed up. She was pretty sure that if she kept going, he'd hit a peak of pleasure and climax – feeling that bliss - just like she did.

The sounds he was making however, were in turn making her core burn and throb with want. He was now lying prone, his head arched back and thrashing back and forth, lost to the sensations, clearly enjoying what she was doing to him. She was equally enjoying doing this to him, making him feel good, watching him let go and allowing himself be vulnerable to her. She could feel the pulses of his feelings through the bond, hearing his disjointed thoughts and words, which seemed to consist of only a few specific things – yes, more, please don't stop. These thoughts urged her on even more, and she could feel him become even more frantic when his breathing stuttered and his hips began to jerk wildly. His whole body stiffened as he threw his head back and let out a high, constricted cry as a milky white fluid began flowing out of him in swift pulses.

Rey watched the whole thing in rapt fascination, with a keen sense of feminine pride and power thrumming through her. Her hand was coated in his fluid, and she curiously brought it up to her nose to sniff, tentatively dipping her tongue into it for a taste. It was slightly musky and earthy, but not altogether unpleasant. Wiping her hand on the sheets, she glanced up at Ben who was still recovering. Lying back down, she placed a sloppy wet kiss on his shoulder, which turned into her nibbling and biting at his collarbone as her own burning need very suddenly resurfaced with a vengeance.

Ben's eyes popped open as he came back to his senses, aware that Rey was kissing and nibbling at him once again. Taking a deep breath, he stroked his hand over her hair, shuddering at the memory of how good she'd made him feel – the white hot pleasure that had streaked through him. "Rey...." He rumbled out. She stopped kissing him long enough to look up at him and smile coquettishly.

"I liked doing that to you." She said seductively, moving closer to kiss him hungrily. Her hands snaked up his chest to tangle in his hair and she pressed her body against him. "And I like how this feels."

He made a small sound in his throat, skimming his hands along her back and over the curve of her ass. "You feel so good against me." He whispered deeply. "You're so beautiful. I've wanted this for so long." He told her plaintively, tipping his face to hers. "I...."

She could feel the warm feelings flowing from him – all towards her, coalescing somewhere around her heart. She knew what he'd been about to say. She felt the same, but the admission still felt too new – too raw – to voice. It was okay, they felt everything through the bond now. It was wide open, and their feelings were laid bare for the other to see. There was nowhere to hide. It didn't matter - neither of them wanted to hide any more.

It all suddenly came crashing down on her and she kissed him fiercely, letting him feel everything – her love, her passion, her overwhelming need. He swiftly rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, first kissing her lips, before working his way downward, planting rough kisses and nips along her jaw, her collarbone, her breasts and her belly. His movements paused, finally hovering over the thatch of curls between her legs. Rey could sense his intent and moaned greedily, arching her hips upward to get his mouth to touch her aching core. "Please..." She whimpered. "...it aches..."

He made a small, helpless sound before spreading her legs open and tentatively touching the tip of his tongue to the hot, glossy folds. A sharp cry pierced the room and it was all the encouragement he needed, leaning forward to kiss her there as if he were kissing her mouth. He sucked gently, and his tongue laved at her, while she writhed and moaned beneath him. Her hands found his hair and she dug her nails into his scalp, causing a sharp spike in his own lust as a fevered heat rushed through and threatened to consume him once again. "Kriff!" He cursed, thrusting against the bed involuntarily and increasing the pressure of his tongue on her.

Her hips were now moving against his mouth and he could feel her heat and wetness increasing. He was surprised at how much he was enjoying this – her taste, her scent. Her juices were all over his face and he felt like a man possessed as he wanted nothing more than to make her fall apart while his own cheeks were buried between her legs. He pressed his tongue into her, delving as deeply as he could reach, and she once again thrust her hips at him, whimpering. He could hear her thought. 'More. Please, more.' Pulling away slightly, he slid two fingers into her and began pumping them in and out. She let out a filthy sound and went limp for a few seconds before his tongue found the little nub again. Her hips then began to move of their own accord as she started shaking and crying out his name in sync with each thrust of his fingers.

Rey couldn't think – couldn't imagine that he'd want to put his mouth there, but when his face had been so close that she could feel his warm breath whisper over her, she knew that she needed him to do it. And when his tongue had touched her – when he'd kissed her there – she thought she was going to combust. It had felt so good. And when he'd slid his fingers inside of her, it was like the fuse had been lit, and suddenly she was a white hot inferno that had burst into a shower of beautiful sparks.

His hand was still gently stroking her, and she moved her own down to remove his. "Too much. Sensitive..." She mumbled, still in a bit of a daze from the intensity of her orgasm. Her breath sighed out of her chest, a sense of satisfaction like she'd never felt before blooming inside of her. She watched him wipe his face off on the sheets and climb back up the bed, stopping to kiss her – another wet, sloppy kiss – her own taste on his lips - before pulling her into him and settling her against his chest. His heart was pounding against hers as he lazily continued to stroke her back and butt, and she sighed again, enjoying this quiet affection between them. She knew this calm wouldn't last too long though; the effects of the drug would be resurfacing again shortly.

Biting her lip, she pondered whether to ask the question that had been burning in her mind since this whole episode had started. Did she dare ask him? Would he be truthful? It didn't really matter, but somehow, deep down, she really wanted to know the answer.

"Ben?" She asked quietly.

"Mmmmm."

Her voice became even more quiet and tentative. "Have there been many others?"

He leaned back to look at her, his brows furrowed in confusion, not quite catching her meaning at first. When he realized what she was asking, his mouth fell open and he promptly closed it, his cheeks and ears becoming stained with red. Glancing away, he swallowed.

The constant feelings of failure and inadequacy that had plagued him his entire life –resurfaced with a vengeance. Had he done something wrong? She'd seemed to enjoy the things he'd done to her – he certainly had. He'd originally thought – had hoped – that maybe she hadn't done this before. But she'd seemed to know what she was doing, so she was likely comparing him to others and had found him lacking.

"Does it matter?" He choked out through his tight throat.

She pondered that for a minute before answering. "I guess not."

He could hear the disappointment in her voice and turned to look at her again. "Why do you want to know?" He could feel the thrum of the drug starting to pulse in his blood again, stoking the fire which had still been simmering since he'd licked her to climax. Shuddering at the memory, he slowly ran his large hand up her side, stopping to cup her breast and play with her nipple. Her eyes darkened once again, and mirrored in them he could see her own fire spark to life.

The way he was looking at her made her start to lose her train of thought. "I...." She stuttered, closing her eyes as his fingers continued to work at her breast and he leaned down to kiss, lick and bite her neck. "Its not important." She sighed. "I just....mmmmm....I've never done this before...and....I just....ohhhh...." Her voice trailed off as she became completely distracted by the feel of his mouth closing over her breast. However, he suddenly stilled completely and looked up at her. She fidgeted beneath him, trying to move her chest closer to his mouth again. When he continued to just stare at her, she asked in confusion. "What?"

Relief poured through him as he dropped his forehead to her chest, his breath shuddering out of him. He looked back up at her and swallowed thickly. "I...I'd thought...." He blew out a breath and gave her a shy smile. "You asked me how many others...."

She raised an eyebrow at him, feeling awkward, wondering where he was suddenly going with this. "And?"

"None."

Her eyes widened and she smiled back at him softly, gently stroking her fingers though his hair. "Really? But...."

He shook his head. "None, Rey. I'd thought about it a couple of times. There were.....opportunities available. I was curious about it – of course. I just....never really wanted to. And then I met you....."

The look in her eyes turned sultry. "And after you met me?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about it." He shuddered. "I mean – at first I just imagined being able to hold you, and then it just kind of spiraled from there...."

Reaching down, she tugged him up to her and kissed him deeply, biting his bottom lip, followed by a soothing sweep of her tongue. Her skin was tingling and her core was throbbing as need pulsed through her again. She could feel his erection laying against her thigh and suddenly wanted nothing more than to feel him pressing into her, filling the emptiness and soothing the ache inside. Her voice was husky when she whispered. " I used to lie in my bunk at night, thinking of you. Imagining this." He groaned as she kissed him again. "Imagining how it would feel to have you touching me. How your eyes would look." He was enthralled by what she was saying, gritting his teeth when he felt her reach down to stroke his shaft. "And how this would feel...."

A low growl burst from his throat as he surged forward to kiss her hard. His hands roughly tangled in her hair to hold her head as devoured her mouth greedily, having reached the end of his restraint. "Gods Rey, I'm afraid I'm going to open my eyes and this is all going to have been a dream. An amazing, wild dream." His hands stroked over her, squeezing her ass and breasts, all the while kissing her frantically.

"Maker, I hope not." Rey moaned as the heat and passion flowing between them burned higher. She was just as frantic for him, once again, needing more. More kisses, more bites, more licks, more touch. Her hands carded through his hair, scoring her nails over him the way she already knew that he liked, before roaming over his back and buttocks to press him more firmly against her core.

They were both lost to the sensations they were feeling, their bond open, their Force Signatures singing happily as their movements became more and more desperate. Rey lifted her leg and wrapped it around Ben's hip, pulling his hardness in direct contact with her core. Both of them moaned at the feeling of his aching length against her soft, wetness. He stroked against her and felt her breathing catch as her other leg hooked around his hip. "More, Ben. Please."

He stopped moving and gazed deeply into her eyes, trying to discern whether she was asking what he thought she was. His mouth opened, panting, but he was too afraid to break the spell by asking the question. She couldn't possibly want him to do – that?

She could see the fear and hesitation in his eyes, felt his trepidation through the bond. "Yes, Ben. I want you inside me. Don't you want to?"

A shudder wracked through him as his breath whooshed out of him. "Gods, Rey, you have no idea how much I want to. How many times I've dreamed of making love to you. I never, ever thought you'd want me back! Its why..." His face reddened and he dropped his forehead to hers. "I'm so kriffing sorry... for the tea."

"It's hard to be mad at you right now." She said soothingly, giving him a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. "I'm sure I will be tomorrow – and we'll talk about it then. But right now, I need you. Please...."

He swallowed deeply and nodded back at her, an inferno racing through his blood at the thought of her taking him inside of her body. "It might hurt, Sweetheart."

Her heart fluttered at his endearment. "I don't care!" She said kissing him frantically. "I want this." Her hold tightened and her nails scraped along his back. "Now."

Nodding again, he kissed along her neck and collarbone, moving to kiss and lightly suck at her breast, feeling the raging fire threatening to explode if he didn't get some relief from the ache. Reaching down, he positioned himself at her entrance and gritted his teeth as he began pushing into her, trying to maintain some control so he wouldn't hurt her. His breath involuntarily hissed out of him at the feel of her tight heat and wetness surrounding him for the first time. "Kriff Sweetheart, you feel so good."

She softly moaned his name and writhed beneath him, so he figured it was okay to keep going. Another inch and he felt her barrier. It took every ounce of self control he possessed to overcome the throbbing ache inside him that was driving him to just thrust roughly and bury himself to the hilt. He clenched his jaw tightly and stopped moving, but Rey was too far gone, grabbing his ass and pulling him toward her, using her nails. He was helpless to stay still in the face of her onslaught, grunting loudly, his hips involuntarily jerking forward sharply, easily breaking through the thin membrane.

Rey felt the slight flare of pain, but it immediately turned to a feeling of deep pleasure - likely aided by the Spice, as she felt him finally filling her - fully inside her, as far as he could go. Her hands found their way back into his tangled hair and she began to kiss him with abandon. His hips started moving and she felt the delicious drag of him against her walls, causing both of them to moan deeply.

It felt too good. Ben couldn't control the pace. His breath was coming out in pants as he thrust wildly, hoping that he wasn't hurting her because there was no way he could stop now. He didn't think he was, based on the whining moans and other filthy cries she was making. Her head was thrown back and he feasted on her graceful neck, sucking and biting, completely lost to his passion. Somehow, he found her hand and squeezed it, causing her to open her eyes and capture his heavy lidded gaze.

He continued his deep thrusts, feeling that they were both close as Rey continued to writhe and moan beneath him. Suddenly, they were in the middle of a starburst as bright ecstasy exploded between them, washing over them in waves, leaving them both breathless. All the while their stares were unblinking, their eyes speaking volumes as they became connected on every level possible – physically, emotionally, and spiritually - as their Force Signatures swirled together and merged. It was the most powerful moment either of them had ever experienced, and they both felt a shift within each other, as the tenuous tether between them became even stronger, wrapping more firmly around them, cementing their connection for eternity.

They continued to kiss each other softly as they recovered from the experience, reverently gazing deeply into each other's eyes. No words were necessary. They'd said everything they'd needed to say in their minds and felt everything they needed to feel through the bond. Now, there was only one thought left that softly echoed back and forth between them, one that they both heard clearly, wrapping itself around their hearts, minds, and souls.

I love you.......

****

She woke slowly, her senses coming back to her bit by bit. She could feel that she was lying naked on a bed. A warm body – a source of extreme heat, was lying next to her, curled around her - keeping her warm, despite her nakedness. A pungent, earthy smell assailed her nostrils. It was the smell of sex. It floated in the air all around them, emanating from their bodies and from the tangled sheets on the bed. Memories of last night came flooding back, causing her to smile.

Blinking her eyes open, she realized that she was nuzzled against Ben's chest, her cheek lying against his hard pec. His leg was thrown over her, and she could feel his groin – his member finally soft – nestled against hers. No matter how many times she'd brought him to ecstasy last night, no matter how many times he'd climaxed, he hadn't softened – not even a little bit - and then it was only a matter of time before the effects of the drug took over once again; making them helpless against the onslaught of desire that simmered within them, returning again and again.

With the morning however, it would seem that the chemically induced inferno in their blood had finally cooled.

Taking a deep breath, she took stock of her physical situation. She felt used – her body wrung out like an old washing rag, and she felt sore – literally everywhere. Every muscle in her body ached and there was a piquant burning in her core – but in a good way. She also felt utterly sated – deeply satisfied – both physically and emotionally. She'd lost track of the number of times – and the number of ways – that they'd relieved the hunger – the burning ache – that kept arising again and again. She wanted to stretch and to purr like a contented loth-kitten who'd been given attention for hours on end.

Not wanting to wake him, she moved her head oh so slowly to look up at his sleeping face, relaxed and almost boyish looking in repose. She was still angry with him for drugging her. How dare he do that! He took away her choice! But she pushed those feelings down, not wanting to fight with him. There would be time for that, but for now she just wanted to enjoy what little time remained in their peaceful, unexpected interlude.

No matter how angry she was at him for doing that, she wouldn't – couldn't – be sorry for all that had transpired last night. She was actually very, very glad. She'd buried her feelings – her want and need of him – for so long, that she'd been tired of fighting them. When she looked at the situation objectively, she knew that it was the exact reason he'd done what he had. It still didn't make it right, but it gave her – and ultimately both of them – the push that they'd needed to get to this point.

She had no doubt about his feelings. The bond had been wide open last night – the effects of the drug making it impossible to block each other out. And despite all of the often raw and animalistic passion they'd shared, there wasn't a doubt in her mind that he was making love to her last night. Just as she was making love to him. It was in his eyes as he'd looked into hers, and in his heart as the feelings were flowing unchecked between them.

All of the hurt, anger and disappointment in each other had been open for them to see – to once again see the deepest, darkest corners of themselves, and to forgive. And once they'd forgiven, it was clear that all that remained was love. There was still some lingering doubt and hurt to overcome, but the love they felt for each other was stronger, and she was certain they could find a way to make it work. Yes, they were still on opposite sides of the war, but hopefully, love really would conquer all.

Despite her fatigue and soreness, she felt the warm flush of desire rekindle within her as she gazed at his chest in front of her. His body was so beautiful, it was hard not to become enthralled by the sight of his nude form. Running her hand up his chest, she began placing soft kisses on his body, feeling the warmth continue to deepen and spread. She could feel him begin to stir at her soft ministrations, his hand now softly stroking along her hip, coming up to gently cup her breast. His throaty voice rumbled out of his chest. "Good morning."

"Good morning." She replied back, looking up at him before leaning up closer capture his lips in hers. Desire spiked quickly between them and they once again became lost in each other. It wasn't long before they were both desperate for one another, Rey pulling him on top of her, gasping as he slid inside, their connection flaring to life.

Their lovemaking was as intense as the night before, but slightly less frenzied - their kisses unhurried, soft and passionate, his thrusts deep and slow. Their eyes were once again locked on each other's as they moved together, still marveling at this new and fragile thing that was them.

After their passion had peaked and their skin began to cool, they stayed entwined in each other's arms. Ben kissed her temple gently. "I'm sorry that you still seem to be feeling the effects of the spice. I would've thought it would be out of your system by now."

She smiled against him, planting a soft kiss on his shoulder. "Are you still feeling the effects?" She asked him, a trace of amusement in her voice.

"No." he replied hesitantly.

She looked up at him. "Then what makes you think that I am?" His mouth opened slightly but no sound came out. Rey stroked his messy hair back from his face. "That was all us."

He blew out a breath. "I....I just didn't think...."

"What? You didn't think that I'd want you when not under the influence of the spice? Silly man." She looked away from him shyly, before flicking her gaze back to him. "I told you Ben, I love you. I just didn't realize it. I knew I felt something – strong – for you. But I felt so bloody guilty about it! You were my enemy! I wasn't supposed to feel anything for you...." She buried her face into his neck, embarrassed at her admission.

His eyes softened as he stroked his hand over her cheek, gently nudging her face to look at him. "I've never been you enemy, Rey. Well, maybe at first on Takodana – but even then, I....felt it. Felt the pull. And then on Starkiller, and afterwards...." He shuddered. "You're the only thing I've been able to think about." His face coloured. "I hope that doesn't sound too weird."

Leaning up, she kissed him slowly and softly, mesmerized by their quiet affection. "Its not." She replied quietly. "It was the same for me. All these months. And now... I refuse to be parted from you any more, so we need to figure this out."

"I know." He smirked. "I wouldn't let you go anyways, even if you tried to leave."

Her mouth fell open in mock indignation. "What?! Are you saying you'd keep me here against my will – as your prisoner?!"

He chuckled, moving closer to kiss her once again. "No. I'd just keep you so distracted that you wouldn't even think about leaving....nor have the chance."

Grinning back impishly, she wound her arms around his neck. "I think I'd like that."

He kissed her again before softly leaning his forehead against hers. "I do love you Rey."

"I know." Her nails were softly scratching over his neck, causing him to hum in contentment. "Ben?"

"Mmmmm?" He replied, his eyes closed, his face relaxed.

"Would you consider a truce with the Resistance?" She could feel him stiffen slightly, and rushed on before he could reply. "If the First Order could find some sort of peace with the Resistance, it would make things – with us – so much easier."

He inhaled deeply and let out a long, loud sigh. "I've actually been thinking about that."

"You have?" She asked in surprise.

He nodded. "Yes. I thought it would be another way....." His eyes opened again, boring deeply into hers. "....to be able to see you. To try to talk to you." He kissed her lightly. "I've already made some changes, and I think the Resistance – my mother – might consider some sort of peace accord with us."

"That would make me so happy, Ben." Her smile was positively glowing, causing his heart to beat faster.

"Me too."

"But there's one more thing we still need to talk about." She said seductively, threading her fingers through his hair. Suddenly, she pulled sharply on his locks and shoved him off of her, rolling him over onto his back. He looked up at her in shock as she climbed up to straddle him, glowering at him and giving him a hard shake as she looked down at his wide eyes. "So help me Ben Solo if you ever drug me without my knowledge or consent again, I'll make you suffer into eternity! And you know I can do it! Do you understand?!"

His eyes were wide, looking a little afraid of her as he nodded frantically in acquiescence, not wanting to anger her further.

"Good." Leaning down to kiss him, she smiled softly as her lips met his. "I don't need any chemical or artificial joy when it comes to you. Your love is the only drug I need."

The End.

May the Force be with you!