Chapter Text
Six months later
“Baby bird, wake up.” Cool, minty breath skates across her neck, making her shiver pleasantly beneath the warm blankets.
“Ben?” she rasps, fuzzy vision coming into focus on a pair of caramel eyes. Her heart leaps.
His hair is damp, t-shirt and sweatpants fresh and clean, so he must’ve taken a shower and gotten dressed, all without waking her. She’s not a light sleeper anymore, these days, doesn’t have to be.
“You’re back!” she squeals. “You’re back early!”
She should be a little embarrassed about the coffee mugs on the bedside table, the chip packets and chocolate box and textbooks all over the bed, the drool on the pillow, her morning breath, her unshaved legs. But she lunges at him, kissing him on the mouth without hesitation. When he moans into it, she deepens the kiss and dexterously wraps her arms and legs around him.
It’s a little too obscene a kiss for this early in the morning, so she yields eventually, turning it soft and lingering, before finally letting him catch his breath… although a rogue hand sneaks its way underneath his t-shirt.
“Don’t you have class in ten minutes?” he asks by way of answer to her wandering hand.
She takes a few moments to consider before saying, “I’m totally ditching class for this.” She squirms out of her sleep shirt, smiling coyly at him as she shakes her hair.
“Look at you. Finally gotten over your chronic fear of losing your scholarship?”
“You’re going to take care of it anyway if I did,” she quips, smirking.
“Only if you switch to engineering,” he quips back.
In retaliation, she kisses up the column of his neck, humming against his skin, mouth watering at the scent of his aftershave, like some conditioned response from many mornings of sleepy sex.
“Did you and Mr. Hux at least get to do some touristy things? All the pictures you sent are boring views from office buildings.” She sucks and licks the delicate skin of his pulse point, where she knows he’s extra sensitive. “Ben?”
He opens his eyes, heavy-lidded from pleasure. “Hmm?”
“The trip.”
“Fine,” he croaks, hands tracking her bare chest, hesitant at first before growing greedy.
“That’s all I’m getting? Fine? Oh, you must exhausted. Poor worm," she coos.
His lips twitch, amused. “I didn’t get to go to the pop-up museum, they’d already closed for the season. But I figured that’s okay… It only means I get to go next time, with you.” He looks at her with hungry eyes before popping a breast in his eager mouth. She sighs in relief, arching her back.
It’s not long before she’s completely slack in his hold. He lifts her off his lap, pushing her down on the bed. “Just get your earphones and listen to class while I eat you out.”
In quiet anticipation, she watches as he kisses his way down her body, and parts her legs so he can settle comfortably between her thighs. “I don’t know if you’ve ever listened in on an accounting class, Ben, but it’s not exactly good audio porn material.”
“I keep telling you, you’d find engineering way more fun,” he says, matter of fact as he rubs his finger up and down her slit over her thin, cotton underwear.
“You won’t talk me into switching programs, Jannah and I planned—” He presses his tongue near where she’s started aching with want and she loses her train of thought.
“Think about it,” he murmurs against the wet patch of cloth he’s made with his saliva and her slick. “By the time you graduate, the firm will have been a year or two in operation. I’ll make you lead engineer.” They watch each other for a reaction as he uses his teeth to slide her ruined underwear all the way down to her ankles. “You could be my nepotism hire. Armie and I agreed we can each have one.”
“Oh? So Rose Tico would be HR head?”
“Of course. What are boyfriends for?” He makes a trail of his kisses on her inner thigh, humming against her skin.
A small, distant part of Rey’s brain—the part that isn’t occupied with filthy thoughts of Ben’s miraculous mouth, that is—thinks about how maybe she and Rose Tico could finally go on that coffee date, and hang out, and do things normal people do in coffee shops. She and Jannah have study dates all the time.
“A good boyfriend, Ben,” she answers, “is for making his poor girlfriend come on his tongue after leaving her to fend for herself for a whole week.”
“I left you enough material to work with.”
“I burned my way through the recordings by the third night.”
“Ah,” he coos, pleased, “that’s my little pervert.”
“Did—did all the—” It takes great effort to think of words and to speak them, what with the way Ben’s started alternating between pressing the flat of his tongue and sucking gently with his full lips. “Did all the serious and important meetings go well then?” she says in one helpless gasp. “Ben?”
“Baby,” he says in warning, voice dipped deliciously low, “I’m trying to play with your clit over here.”
“I just—oh, like that.”
He grips her thighs and buries his face deeper. “That’s it,” he hisses, “that’s what good girls do.” Offering no reprieve, he continues sucking her clit until she’s spasming, babbling pleas and praises. He eats her out with an unrelenting want, until finally she has to moan and beg him to stop.
He’s hovering above her now, hand frantic as he pulls his t-shirt and sweatpants off, when she finally gets her breathing to even out enough to be able to get a coherent sentence out. “I’m just worried. I want everything to go well for you. You’ve been working so hard.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we got the investors.” He checks to make sure the chocolate box next to his elbow is empty before swiping it off the bed. “I’m going to build an engineering firm, and make lots of money, so I can spend it all on you and the junk you like to eat.”
He gives her another moment to catch her breath before gripping his cock, muttering, “My fucking turn, princess,” and shuffling out of bed.
“What—what do you want?” she asks feebly, following after him.
They’ve tried a lot of things over the months, discovering things about each other and, like all besotted lovers, finding every revelation endlessly fascinating. But always they go back to this, their favorite game.
He points to the bedroom floor. “Are you or are you not my little cock sleeve?” he asks, unsmiling.
She promptly gets on her knees. “I am. Sir.”
“So you know what to do then, correct?”
“Yes, sir,” she answers, rocking on her haunches as she settles between his spread legs, eyeing the bead of pre-cum dripping out of his cock’s angry tip.
“You always know what’s good for you, don’t you, pet?” With wide eyes, she nods up at him. “You need it bad, but I think you should beg a little.”
“Please, sir,” she breathes, tremulous. “I’ll make it feel so good. Please give me your cock.”
He cups the back of her head with a trembling hand. “Can’t believe I get to use this pretty mouth for my fucked up fantasies. Nibble on the tip, sweetheart. Go on.”
She takes care to give the head several kitty licks, inhaling his musky scent, sucking on the weirdly sweet taste of his pre-cum, until he’s shuddering and hissing a string of expletives under his breath.
“Now take—take the whole thing, sweetheart,” he pleads. “You know how Daddy likes it.” She licks from base to tip before slowly sinking every inch of his thick, throbbing cock. She can tell that already he’s close, the veins on his forearm popping as he grips the edge of the mattress. She likes that almost as much as she likes everything else, when his self-control is so frayed and he’s barely hanging on. She takes him deep, letting him feel the back of her throat, whimpering and moaning at how big he is. “Fuck,” he snarls, thrusts uneven and overly eager, and sure enough, hot ropes of his cum begin to fill her mouth. Like a good, obedient girl, she swallows around his pulsing cock, making him whimper weakly.
Afterwards, she rests her cheek on his leg and allows him to caress her hair, massage her throat.
“Next week can we drive out to visit Finn and Maz again?”
“Come up here,” he says, patting his leg.
His skin’s still flushed, warm and sweaty from their efforts, but it’s a comfort, the press of their naked bodies.
“Of course we can,” he answers. “And I meant to tell you… if Finn’s decided on settling there, I can totally see us following him and relocating.”
“But what about Mr. Hux and Rose Tico?”
“Armie and I discussed it on the trip. They’re both amenable to it… Besides, it’d be good to distance ourselves from Snoke and everything that happened with First Order.”
“But your family—they’re all here.”
“You stayed when I needed to be here, even though it meant being away from your family.”
“Would you really…” she trails off, mind wandering to years ahead, to daydreams and wishful thinking she’s allowed herself, little by little, to indulge in.
“Anything for you, Rey,” he confirms, and hope, which has begun to feel like a constant, rather than a strange, alien thing, flares from her chest.
“You take care of me so well.”
“I have my moments,” he allows, “but my mother, of course, thinks I can still do better.”
“I think you’re perfect.”
“Yes, well, you’re biased, aren’t you?”
She smiles to herself, remembering the girl on the train from months and months ago. “I suppose I am.”
Later, curled together in bed, she’s woken by Ben’s loud snoring. She runs a hand through his floppy hair, tucking strands and tracing the curve of his earlobe, an overflowing wave of tenderness cresting through her. When his nose twitches, deep in sleep, she grins.
“I love you,” she whispers, a secret.
With dusk settling all over the city, he wakes to their bedroom reduced to vague shapes and silhouettes. Rey, however, he can see as much as feel. He studies the graceful slope of her neck with the lightest of touches. When she scrunches her nose, deep in sleep, he smiles.
“I love you,” he whispers, a secret.
In another three months, he’ll be in the packed platform, being jostled left and right by the evening commuters hurrying home.
Outside the station, the city’s cool from the rain. He waits, umbrella tight in his hand, growing more worried by the second.
He’s so agitated that when she finally steps off the train and sees him and smiles that smile that always makes him want to drop to his knees, he says it, out loud—“I love you!”—in a rush of gratitude and relief and pure instinct.
“I love you.” A thing that normal people say all the time. In trains and airports and taxis.
“I love you, Rey.” A thing that feels big and true and important.
He’s said it three times now, but so what. She’s a baby bird, and he’s a little worm in her beak, at her mercy. She’s everything he’s been looking for, and now he’s found her, and every day he moves in the world—on bad days, on good days—knowing he gets to keep her.
Despite the noises in the platform, she hears it, and says it back. Her eyes bright, her face alive with happiness.