A Star Wars Reylo AU: The Taming of the Professor

Thirty-Seven

Rey had never really spent much time thinking about this situation before now. The mechanics of it weren't all that difficult. It was the deeper undercurrents that terrified her. There was no way to come back from this. She would forever tie herself to him. He would keep a piece of her she couldn't reclaim. So while others in her life had given and given and given of themselves, pouring into anyone who caught their attention, she had held back. 

He placed her on her feet. The dress probably would have come off as easily as he suggested, but he took a long time, slowly moving straps, freeing the zipper, and letting it fall finally in a puddle at her feet. 

"Looks better on the floor," he said. 

She worked the tie free from around his neck and focused on the buttons of his shirt. One by one, she released them, until she could slip it over his shoulders and drop it at his feet. Clothes on the floor did look better. He watched her as she worked, intent on studying her face. Once she figured out the belt buckle - a task much harder to do from the opposite direction - his trousers joined the growing pile of fabric. 

He backed her into the bed and she sank down. Undergarments joined the rest of the clothes on the floor. His hands felt enormous against her bare skin, and left paths of heat wherever they went. There was too much sensation. She couldn't concentrate on any single point of contact. She squirmed and clutched at him, trying to get closer, closer. 

He chucked, his mouth pressed against her stomach. "Not yet." 

She growled at him. Growled! And then his teeth pressed into her neck. Teeth were amazing things. Teeth, and tongues. And, as she discovered, her fingernails drew satisfying noises out of him, too. She traced every line of him, memorizing, pressing as if she were shaping him, molding him into place. 

He passed a hand up her thigh and swiped one finger over the heat pooling in her center. His growl of approval made the ache so much more violent. Then he pulled her on top of him, hands firm on her hips. 

"Now, Love. Now you are ready." 

She had heard this hurt, but as she lowered herself onto him, slowly, enjoying how he shuddered and gripped her harder the deeper he pressed into her, she found no pain. Just pressure and blissful fullness. He heaved her over onto her back and moved, slow and deep, until she couldn't stand the tenderness, demanding that he move harder, faster. And he obliged. 

She woke all tangled up with him the next morning, her bare skin pressed against his, warm and comfortable. He led her into the shower, and afterwards, she found another use for her mouth that made him gasp and lose complete control of his well-constructed, thoughtful demeanor. 

Ben didn't take her home until early Monday morning. She didn't need clothing most of the time, and when she refused to eat nude, which he suggested would be just fine, he grudgingly provided her with one of his t-shirts. 

He entered Rose's dark apartment and sat in an armchair while Rey went to her room and changed for class. She packed an overnight bag, and carried it out with her book bag. When she emerged, Ben and Finn were standing in the kitchen, drinking coffee and talking quietly. Rey was anxious for a minute until she realized they were both calm. Finn had a resigned expression on his face when he turned to greet her, but it dropped before she could respond and was replaced by a smile. 

"I'll let Rose know you were here," said Finn. "Will you be home tonight?" 

Rey glanced at Ben, who drank his coffee and waited for her to answer. 

"Tell her I'll sleep at Ben's. I'll come home after Tuesday's shift." 

Ben smirked at her. They both knew she wasn't going to get much sleep, but she was more than happy to sacrifice for that cause. 

Finn shrugged. "OK. I'll see you guys around the Department later." 

Rey floated through her classes, trying her best to pay attention to Dr. Haldo. For once, she was glad to fit a new change into her life, no matter how much of her time she had to sacrifice. 

When she keyed into Ben's office, she found him shelving books. 

"You decided to clean," she said, waving dust out of the air in front of her face. 

He eyed her. "I have a good reason." 

She helped him move books off of his desk, deep stacks that hadn't seen the surface in years. When they were done, and the desk was completely clear, he pulled out some wood cleaner and wiped away all of the dust. She went to wash her hands and when she returned, he was sitting on the clean desk. She stepped into his embrace, falling again so easily into the circle of rightness that seemed to form around them whenever they were together. 

"I was thinking about how much time I've spent with you in this office," he said. "And how much of it I had to focus on everything and anything except you and what I wanted to do with you in here." 

"Is that so, Professor?" She shivered as he slid off the desk and turned her, pressing her onto it, already tugging her shirt up. 

"Yes, Love. I think I would rather have you bent over this desk than a pile of books here gathering dust." 

She was just as frantic, tearing at his clothing and unbuckling his belt with fingers that wouldn't quite obey. 

"What if someone comes in?" she breathed. 

"No one is coming in here. You have the only other key." 

"And if someone hears us?"

"Us?" he chuckled. "I'm not the loud one." 

She couldn't control the sounds that came out of her when he was deep inside of her. They tore out of her throat before she could even think of stopping them. Rey decided she very much approved of the new use of his desk, and would take advantage of it often in the future.