(A/N: I'd written something before this. Basically, Kylo crash lands, causing an avalanche, which traps both him and Rey in a cave. Activities ensue. This is the morning after. Enjoy!)

Whether it was her own low, luxuriant moan or the sensation of his mouth, Rey didn't know. She woke with the sound escaping from her throat, blinking in the low light of their lightsabers...still propped up against the wall, right where they'd—"Ah!"

The soft keen slid gently out of her throat, much like Kylo's smooth, wet tongue against her clit as it throbbed.

Her adjusted vision now allowed her to see the mass of sleep-mussed curls grazing her thighs as the man between them worked her hot and swollen folds with supple, dexterous skill.

Almost agonizingly slowly, that heavenly tongue of his slid down, lightly teasing the little folds of her opening with such exquisite torture. The way it danced against her was almost better than any full contact, and she felt a fresh, warm surge of wetness blossom at her entrance as she arched her back. Tangling her fingers in his thick locks, she screwed her eyes shut, a high-pitched exhalation spilling out of her mouth, echoing throughout the cave.

"Mmm," came Kylo's voice, the vibrations sending a shudder throughout Rey's very taut body as her fingers tightened in his hair. She arched her hips then, pressing herself against his mouth, repeatedly so as she felt the rigidity of his nose against her clit.

"F-fuck," she panted, groaning, "pleeease, Kylo..."

Rey whimpered as he withdrew his wonderfully skilled mouth from the heat of her pulsing core.

"Good morning to you, too, Rey," he said, his voice low and gravelly with both recent sleep and more recent lust. She watched, almost mesmerized, as he slowly and very deliberately ran his tongue around the edges of his lips, closing his eyes in satisfaction. "Has anyone ever told you just how delicious you taste between your legs?"

Rey struggled to form words, panting as her heart and her nether regions pounded quite noticeably, not at all of help to her grappling to form a response. "N-no..."

"Hm," he replied, smirk widening, "then let me be the first to show you how much I relish doing this to you..."

And his mouth was right back on her, the heat of his breath enveloping her folds, tongue long and languid as it flattened against her opening. He dragged it up, pressing thickly to her heat as though reveling in her taste, only a precursor of what was to come...in addition to Rey herself.

Kylo then fluttered his tongue against her hard clit, and she knew he could feel it throb in delight. Rey's responses, both voluntary and involuntary, seemed to enthuse him all the more, and he took her clit into his mouth, suckling it softly as he teased it gently with the tip of that tongue of his.

"Ohhh..." As the noise issued from her mouth, so more of her wetness came forth from the heat inside her, and she was sure that he could taste it anew.

If there had been any mistaking of just how pleased Kylo was at the intensity of his effect on her, there was no room for doubt now as his lips tightened around the hard little nub, sucking at it profusely as one of those long, dexterous fingers circled her opening, just barely ghosting along the edges of the petals encircling it.

Rey trembled with want, with pure need, her throat far too constricted for any noise to escape as her toes curled.

"Do you want this, Rey?" his voice rumbled as his mouth left her clit, leaving nothing but the very tip of his finger to tease at her entrance. "One of my fingers working away inside of you?"

Rey exhaled in a rush, unaware she'd been holding her breath, and the fresh oxygen from her resultant gasp made her pleasantly dizzier as she fought to reply.

"Y-yes," she whimpered, not remotely above begging for it. "Kylo, please..."

"Now?"

His relentless teasing had nearly driven her to tears, a dry sob escaping from her open mouth.

"Yes! Please, Kylo...I want...I need it..."

"Oh, I'm sure you would go on living without it if I—"

"Don't!" she gasped, unable to even think of him leaving her in this state, so close to him, so close...

"Oh?" he said, brows raised in mock surprise. "I thought you said—"

"Please," came her next implore, through gritted teeth as she canted her hips, Kylo's finger withdrawing as she moved closer, just enough to keep the barest hint of contact with her pulsing opening.

"Please 'what,' Rey?" he asked, and she could hear the smirk in his voice, both of them surely remembering when he'd spoken the same words last night...the thought of which inflamed her all the more.

"Just...anything of you, inside of me, please!" Rey's knuckles tensed as she redoubled her grip on his hair for emphasis. "I want you...inside me...now."

Whether her pleading was sufficient or whether he himself could no longer wait, Rey didn't know, nor did she have time to contemplate whether it was either of these or both as he slid a finger as far inside of her as it would go, the coolness of it contrasting gloriously with the heat of her swollen, aching core.

Now in delight and gratitude, a whimper escaped her as she bucked her hips, anything, everything for just that sweet friction as his mouth returned. He teased the edge of the hood around her clit with the tip of his tongue, slowly drawing the finger out, pressing just as slowly back inside, hard against her upper wall. Rey almost came right then and there as he slid over that delicious, hungry spot inside of her...and he took note immediately.

"Not just yet, Rey."

"Please, Kylo, please just let me cum!" she whined loudly, body trembling with all it was taking her not to fall apart.

"Fuck," he seethed, his voice now rough and plainly thick with lust as he appeared to drop the guise of tormentor and indulge himself in just how much he wanted her in return.

"Do you know just how fucking wet you are?" he nearly growled, and Rey felt a swell of gratification bloom in her abdomen at his words. Kylo then eased a second finger inside her tightness, and the strangled noise that escaped her throat was one she never thought she'd make in her life.

"You are all but dripping onto me, Rey..." Kylo's very voice, his fingers as they pumped slowly in and out of her, his heat, the way he moved and breathed, it was all so, so deliciously good, and Rey let out a long, loud, plaintive moan, the sound reverberating off the cavernous walls.

"I love it when you moan...when you can't help but voice the pleasure..." he murmured, a deep, desirous edge to his tone as he began to repeatedly crook his fingertips against that spot inside her, his thumb rubbing at the sensitive flesh surrounding her clit. Instead of continuous groans, Rey's voice became broken, stuttered cries, and the heat rising in her belly was reaching a crescendo as her body bowed—and then he withdrew, and she nearly wailed in protest.

Her eyes found him, but all potential pleas were lost as he sucked her juices from his fingers, thoroughly appearing to savor the taste of her essence and making no effort to conceal the noises his mouth made around the digits that had been stroking her most sensitive parts just moments ago.

Unlike—and due to—the events of the night before, Kylo had no restrictive garments whatsoever to hide his erection from her gaze. Amid the urgency of the both of them, Rey hadn't been able to give it a proper look: thick, long, and flushed, jutting out from a soft mass of dark curls, curving gently upwards at just the right angle...it had certainly felt that way, and she thought she saw it twitch before she looked up at his face.

His eyes met hers, and she'd bet anything that that throb of his cock was due to her openly lustful gaze that had just been affixed to it.

Almost as if by some form of magnetism, Kylo finally closed the distance, and Rey's now very heightened senses immediately welcomed the warmth, the hardness of his body against hers as their lips met fiercely. She groaned in satisfaction, their mouths cleaving to one another almost automatically as her tongue caressed his. Rey was instantly met with her own taste, and it somehow stoked the fire burning its way through her veins as they kissed over and over again, faster, more insistently. Her hands ran down the planes of his back, his chest, his abdomen, exploring them anew as his hands trailed from between her sensitive inner hips up to her breasts, cupping them gently at first, then massaging. Another moan escaped her, and her hips bucked, the tip of his swollen member nudging the heat of her entrance, and this time it was Kylo's turn to let out his own wordless noise of both pleasure and want for more.

His lips left hers then as his hands continued to play her chest, and she sighed with gratification, not having previously realized just how much she enjoyed Kylo's hands on her breasts...so much so that she'd nearly allowed her burning need to rest.

However, when she opened her eyes as one hand left her chest, their gazes met once more. Kylo positioned himself at her entrance, pausing as if to ask for permission...and a new warm feeling, this time in her heart, blossomed at his hesitation...consideration.

"Yes," she breathed, and he smiled...perhaps the first genuine smile, not a bit of teasing or sarcasm evident in it whatsoever, that she'd seen him give.

This moment was replaced by a new one as, at long, nearly ridiculous last, the head of his cock parted her soaking inner folds, slowly yet undeniably graciously pressing past them as every single hot, throbbing inch of him filled her.

"Ohhhhhhhh," came Rey's voice, the sensation of his cock against each and every spot inside of her so indescribably good. She panted, sinking her nails into his shoulders as Kylo himself let out a groan...and this time, neither of them broke the other's gaze, each of them reveling in the sight of what the other was feeling as they savored this moment...before he slowly began to move.

Kylo's hips rocked gently against Rey's, and she was sure he'd made certain to take her at an angle that allowed the bone above his cock to massage her clit.

"Aah-h!" Rey pulled at the muscles of his back, her hands running down the length of it, fingers compressing the halves of his rear end as she tilted her head back. Unexpectedly, his mouth found her exposed neck almost immediately, and she let out a high-pitched exhale of surprise as he suckled the sensitive flesh, his pace between her legs beginning to climb as she wrapped them around his waist like a vice.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out, feeling herself become impossibly wetter as he moved swiftly in and out of her, rubbing at the ache he'd given her core with his merciless teasing.

"Mmh, yes," he exhaled, the heat of his breath on her neck and the pleasure dripping from his vocalizations sending another shudder throughout Rey's body. She pressed her naked chest against his, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her hardened nipples at the warmth of his equally bare skin. Rey indulged in the sensation of the soft mounds moving against his chest, his lips, teeth, and tongue teasing at her neck as his cock and the bone above it rubbed against her most intimate places in any and every right way imaginable.

One of his hands copied hers as he folded it over one of the globes of her ass, squeezing deliciously, thereby pulling taut the flesh of the opening that was being filled again and again by his hard cock.

"Oh...fuck...fuck me, Kylo, please, don't stop!" she cried. The noise he made in response was nothing short of delicious...he may have said he loved it when she moaned, but Rey was damn well sure the feeling was mutual. "Kylo...I...I'm going to cum! I...please, make me cum!"

Their pace had reached its height now as he pounded into her, the sounds their hips meeting over and over again punctuating the crude, primal noises of her hot, dripping sex repeatedly swallowing his thick length as she drew ever closer.

"Uh...huh! Yes, Rey...Rey..." The sound of her name in his voice as it was right now pushed her right to the edge, and as he withdrew from her neck to watch her as she came, that intention became apparent as their eyes met once more, and it was more than enough.

With a loud, unrestrained cry of his name, Rey came, her head thrown behind her as her body was wracked with ecstasy. Convulsing in his arms, she could feel him grow somehow harder as she drenched him with her liquid lust. Kylo's thrusts stuttered as, with a handful more, he reached his own beautiful release. Rey's eyes seemed to be unable to recall how to close as the sensation of him erupting hotly inside of her sent her spiraling once more. Her body twitched and shuddered uncontrollably as they watched, felt, experienced the other letting go.

Whether it was after several minutes or several seconds, Rey was unsure, but when she'd finally ridden out the rest of hers, breath slowing, Kylo leaned in to capture her lips with his own. If she'd been able to do anything other than melt into it, she would not have chosen otherwise for the Rebellion itself, and her hands came back to his front to rest tenderly upon his shoulders. This kiss was soft, gentle, and felt sweeter, more loving than any of those they'd shared thus far.

Rey had once been able to say she'd never once made love...fucked, perhaps, but...now, she was sure she could definitely say otherwise.

Rey found herself smiling into this kiss, and as they parted, a different noise left her lips: a giggle.

She opened her eyes and found him staring into hers with a happy sort of befuddlement.

"Good morning to you, too, Kylo."