Not What You Wanted • Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

It Always Comes Back to Haunt You

Growing up, Rey never had anyone to look after her. When she was sick she would lay low and sleep until it passed with no antibiotics to aid her. When she was sad or in a bad mental state she rode through it alone.

So when she met Ben and he was always there to help, it was completely new to her. The next week or so was the most boring of Rey's life since she was on strict bed rest orders. But the fact that Ben was there through it all and spent time with her made it worth it. Additionally, staying at his huge penthouse made it slightly better.

Ben hovered over her like a hawk, telling her to get back into bed if he ever saw her out of it. He tended to her needs and cared for her in a way no one ever had. Sometimes she found herself growing annoyed with how stern he was about her getting rest but then she reminded herself that he simply wanted her better. Plus it was better than him completely neglecting her.

There was one time when Rey wanted to surprise Ben by cooking a nice dinner for him to come home to after a long day of work. She'd secretly been looking up recipes and making sure she had all the ingredients so she could make him something better than the occasional spaghetti dinner. She was feeling slightly better and bobbed her head to the music as she made what she hoped would be the best thing she ever cooked.

After all, if this couldn't top ramen then she didn't know what could. The food and table looked so elegant and she was so proud to be able to say that she did that. Even though it was the supposed role of a woman to be in the kitchen (which Rey never believed to be true) she felt incredibly useful and she hoped Ben would appreciate it too. Just after she put the finishing touches on her masterpiece she heard the door signaling Ben's arrival. She squealed to herself and positioned herself in the kitchen so she seductively leaned against the table somehow.

Rey was hoping that as soon as he saw her he would walk up to her and cup her face as he kissed her passionately. She'd order him to stop before the food got cold and they'd enjoy a fancy dinner together just like she wanted.

That wasn't what happened.

As soon as he entered the kitchen he was startled to see Rey. When his eyes focused on her his eyes narrowed and when he glanced next to her at the set table they were practically crescents. A bubbling feeling of doubt crept into Rey and it burst when Ben said lowly, "Please tell me you catered."

The smile that gleamed on her face immediately fell. "No I— I made this for you... us."

He stepped forward. "Rey, how many times do I have to tell you? You're supposed to be resting. Not cooking five-course meals, resting. It's doctor's orders." His tone was stern.

Rey threw her hands up, "So I can't do something nice for you? Is that what's happening?"

"Not when you're healing from a fucking gunshot wound!"

"Okay whatever, I'm done." Rey shook her head in surrender as she pushed herself away from the table and out of the extravagant kitchen. She made sure to brush against his shoulder on the way out.

Ben found her in the bedroom holding back tears and he knew he'd fucked up. He apologized, kissed, and reassured her that he very much appreciated the gesture but wanted her to get better.

Still not wanting to have sex due to the possible further injuries it may emancipate from Rey, he fingered her and they fell asleep together, limbs tangled. The food went completely cold.

Now a week later Rey was feeling a little better but not enough for Ben's liking to fuck her yet. She begged him every day and witnessed his aroused self but he never gave in. Deep down she appreciated it but overall she just wanted him.