What would you do for the person you loved? Would you denounce everything you stood for? Would you stand against the most powerful darkness in the galaxy? This is the story of Ben and Rey, sworn enemies brought together by the Force, but united b...
AN: This is a bonus chapter that's tells the story of the destruction of the Holochess table on the Falcon. It occurs during the last chapter, Fire Lake, and is mature in nature. The beginning of the chapter will contain the parts included in Fire Lake then expand to tell the whole story. Hope you enjoy. If you would like for me to write other bonus chapters, let me know. I have some in mind.
REY
He will not allow me to see the coordinates of our destination. Only states, "It's a surprise Mrs. Solo. Be patient."
After getting the coordinates in, he states, "Hold on, we're about to enter light-speed."
Bracing myself in the rear cockpit seat of the Falcon, I ask him how long our trip will take.
"It will take about three hours total. I will have to reboot the coordinates in about an hour. Otherwise, we are on autopilot," Ben answers as the stars begin streaming by.
"Hmmm...autopilot for one hour you said?" I ask while stealthily getting out of my seat. He answers me with a hum as I turn my body toward the cockpit exit-ready to run. He is still turned away from me when I send him a mental picture.
Snapping his head around, I meet his wild eyes with my own. Jumping out of his seat, he lunges for me. Squealing, I bolt out of the cockpit with him trailing, but catching up fast.
As I reach the common room, my body suddenly freezes. I can't move anything from neck down.
"Hey, that's not fair. You're not playing by the rules, Mr. Solo."
Picking me up by my waist and plopping me down on the Holochess table, he leans his head down to my ear and purrs, "I was not aware we were playing by a set of rules, Mrs. Solo."
The deep bass of his voice reaches down deep, tightening up the lower parts of me. Now, it's his turn to send me a mental picture as he licks a thin line up my neck. I blush crimson as his mouth meets mine. His plump lips caress my own as his tongue slides slowly over them, asking for entrance. When I open, he plunges his tongue deep into my warm mouth pulling a soft moan from me.
His fingers knead the flesh of my hips, digging in deep, almost bruising. Pulling his head back to stare into my eyes, I feel the deep connection that flows between us like a great river forging a path into the unknown.
His hair is still braided on top from the Joining Ceremony. Reaching behind his head, I pull the band loose, and never breaking eye contact, slowly run my fingers through the braided loops. When I finish, he gently shakes his head distributing the wavy locks into an ebony halo.
"Beautiful," I whisper. A soft smile plays at the edge of his lips while a fire smolders in his eyes.
The hands on my hips move to my waist and gently lift me back to a standing position. Those same hands begin to slowly undress me, taking their time and savoring every inch of my flesh. On his knees, his warm lips graze the sensitive skin of my belly, sending a shiver through my body. Lifting my right leg to rest over his shoulder, I brace myself against the Holochess table behind me.
He wastes no time diving between my folds with his tongue. I cry out and grip his wavy raven locks, giving a small tug of appreciation. Although I feel the urge to be filled, he denies me by keeping his hands firmly locked around my outer thighs, continuing to torture me with his mouth.
I whimper from frustration—over-stimulated, yet not stimulated enough. As his tongue mercilessly attacks my sensitive nub, I believe I'm about to get my wish, when his hands move from my thighs. But instead of feeling his long fingers replace his mouth, he takes my own hand and places my fingers on my core. Rolling his eyes up to mine, he states, "I want to watch you touch yourself."
Gasping at his request, I begin to pleasure myself as he devours the sight before him with his rapt stare. Slipping my hand farther down, I reach out my fingers in an attempt to satisfy this ache. My arm suddenly freezes.
"Not yet." His deep voice echoes as he denies me once again.
Dropping my leg from his shoulder, he abruptly stands, flipping me around. As I brace myself against the Holochess table again, I notice my reflection in the glassy top. My eyes are wild and hungry while my mouth hangs open, panting gently.
Behind me, Ben squeezes my bottom, first one side, then the other. Hearing his pants being pushed over his hips, I lick my lips in anticipation, but realize the height difference between us won't work.
He realizes too, because his next move is to lift my hips and push me farther onto the Holochess table. On all fours, the table is the perfect height
"Hmmm, perfect," he purrs. My body clenches hard and I know he sees it because I am on full view. He chuckles softly.
Yes I did.
I clench again.
Teasing my entrance with his erection, my frustration grows. Sliding in a small increment, he pulls back out. When he does it again, I push myself back in an effort to quench my desire, but his hands of steel firmly gripping my hips, inhibit me.
Growling in frustration, I choke out the word, "Please."
Snapping his hips forward with a grunt, he finally gives me what I want. Filling me full, it sends shockwaves through my lower body. I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he reaches the end of me. Thrusting into my body over and over, he finds the perfect rhythm. On the edge of an explosion, I allow my head to drop down and am immediately greeted with a full reflection of our bodies joining. The Holochess table acts as a mirror giving me a full view of our lower bodies slamming together. The site pushes me over the drop-off as starbursts explode behind my eyes.
Ben pounds into my flesh wildly as he feels my release begin. Pushing him over the edge too, he roars out his pleasure.
A loud cracking noise echoes through the common room and I feel my body pitching forward. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Ben pulls me back in the knick of time as the Holochess table crashes to the floor.
Surveying the damage, Ben breathlessly states, "Chewie is going to kill us."
Laughing at the look on Ben's face as well earned sweat trickles down his temples, I state, "He may kill you, Mr. Solo, buy Chewie loves me."
"Good, have fun explaining this to him."
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Hope y'all enjoyed this. I have ideas for other bonus chapters involving Poe at flight school, Finn in cloud city, Rey and Ben on Gernel. If you would like me to write the chapters, let me know.
