STAR WARS: REVIVAL OF THE FORCE

CHAPTER 5 - ARRIVED

WARNING! SPOILERS! In this story, the timeline begins at the end of Star Wars Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker. In this rendition, Kylo Ren does not collapse and die on Exogol after healing Rey. Instead, they must undergo something much harder than death told through Rey's point-of-view.

Shoulders squared and louder this time, I demanded, "Ben, what's next?" I didn't have to wait long for an answer.

In the blink of an eye, his dark figure manifested directly in front of me and looming. My heart rate surged anew at being hoisted at the waist with a muscular arm spinning me around. Instinctually, I relaxed into his embrace as my back was pressed up against the wall beside the doorway inside the darkened the cell. I gasped while feet hovering over the medal surface of the ground and one firm hand holding me at my bent base. To further lift, I involuntarily wrapped a leg around him. I felt I was doing it all incorrectly but I just needed to secure myself as movement consuming us and hastily finding places to hold onto each other as we melted into a single form. I could feel my face flushing as he'd already gone to work on making his long awaited claim reality.

Fingers digging into my side harder now that I was positioned, I could now feel his mouth running up the front of my neck then leaving quick kisses down my jaw line. Pointing my face up towards the ceiling. Yet again, I was unable to see so I closed my eyes in order to heighten my sense of touch. I could feel him under me. I could feel him pressing up from below too. His mouth was now grazing the skin at the base of my ear where I could hear how much he wanted me too. I freed my hands to stead myself by gripping at his shoulders. This pushed his mouth back to my neck where he sank his teeth in and began leaving wet marks where his tongue tasted me.

There I could feel him against my upper thigh so I pulled my leg further around his hips to encourage. I was through with foreplay. I wanted all of him. I couldn't stand it. My clothes felt tight around my throbbing and my blood was rushing away from my face now. I couldn't breath or gasp air quick enough as I began to pant. I hardly noticed that his hands had left my side and were roaming across my form. Still holding be against the wall, he'd dipped a hand below my waist. Wait, when he'd he leveraged that? It drifted down the front of my leg over to the thigh. For a moment I was distracted when his mouth latched onto the nape of my neck where I could feel his teeth grazing my skin. But I was brought back to my lower body when I felt his hand find its way up past my thigh and into my core. The pressure made my head swing down and hand swing up to grab his arm. Unsure why because it felt good.

Then, before I could make any other action, he took advantage of my head tilt to cover my lips with his own. It was at this point that pure heat was feeding my being. Life sprung into my limbs and instead of just holding on, I started feeling myself squeezing tighter around him. My fingers dug into the arm that was rubbing my core. Breathing back into his moth as hot kisses fell into each other. Kissing him back, our tongues were entangled and engaged in a new discipline he seemed to be trying to teach me. To disappoint I was nothing but a raw bundle of nerves reacting.

He would teach me what the universe held at it's center. His whole hand grabbed my center roughly. He wasn't holding back even with the clothes rubbing in between us, I could stop from bucking my hips into him. I could still feel him growing on my thigh as his hand did all the work. Ben was the missing piece to the equation. I had felt it since the moment we first locked eyes. A force was pulling us in stronger than any battle field or any alliance or any friendship. I had not been wrong in the choices that led me here. This was too much to fit into a single rationalization. To fit into a single moment. Remember to breath. Everything was happening so fast. It was spreading like wildfire. I couldn't breath again. I needed balance.

I tried to turn my face away in an attempt to take in a gulp of air but only managed one before his lips found mine again. His hand did not let up but was kneading against me faster and striking the top with his palm while his fingers pressed in. I couldn't help but whimper out softly as my back arched agains the wall holding me up. What was happening? I'd never trained for this. He bite my bottom lip until I could feel it swelling along with my clit. He wasn't letting up on it and it feel sore and almost painful but I wanted more. There had to be more. Where was this all building to? It was too painful. I needed him.

Without warning his lips released me in a growl, "Now that you have arrived, you are mine." His chest was heaving heavily against mine and he leaned his forehead forward into mine with a thud. His hand fell away and I was left gasping...and wanting. I was speechless at this point. Lost for mortal words. What was he doing? He quickly rushed out his next thought, "You are right of course. I can feel your mind contending with itself and a many millennia of reasoning but I'm here now." He paused to gently kiss my bottom lip in a calculating measure as I could feel my own brow beginning to flinch. "I will unleash you and finally you will grow with me to show us both what balance truly is. Not these...these...this humanity." He thrust up from below. Hard. My head fell backwards with a moan. He licked my exposed neck then pulled my hair so I'd look him in the eyes again.

I could feel his dark hairs brushing my cheeks again as he pushed our foreheads together. My cheeks were red with heat and growing anger. I was not a toy to play with or tease. Finally and with a smile he said, "You just have to give into me." Again wet, hot kisses. "You have to trust me." This time he grinded his hips in deeper against my pants as he covered my mouth to muffle the groan he knew would follow. "But alas time and these...moments are fleeting." he sighed.

Then as I went to respond, he lifted me off the wall by the ass and spun me around completely to slam my back into the adjacent wall. My feet fell back to touch the floor as the ground made reality set in. I was confused but didn't resist. My arms feel limp at my sides and heat flooded away. Cold drifted back into focus as my flat back came to a rest on the wall. I watched his fluid movements as one leg pushed outward to spread both of mine legs whilst his left arm came to rest on a spot on the wall that was level with my head but not touching me. His dark figure again leaning over me. Close enough to where I could still feel his warmth inches away.

The sudden change caused me to swallow my words and simply stare straight ahead into his face. Searching. Hoping. His eyes were only half covered in light and I was unsure how to read the emotions playing on his features. He seemed to be searching too. But for what? Why the sudden change. Cold as we may be now I still felt the need for him. I could see it in his pants too. I gave him the opportunity to continue speaking, partly because I was unsure what to say next. I had already asked him what was to come next. I had made it this far. I needed him to tell me.

After a long pause, he tilted his head in slightly to whisper softly, "This next part is going to hurt my love." I felt my chest grow tight in response.

To my horror and surprise, his left hand reached out to grip my throat. Hard. My feet slightly lifting off the ground with the applied pressure but I didn't put my arms up or struggle. He was calm so I stayed calm still searching his face. He had told he over and over to come to him as well as trust him. I had trusted my life in his hands this far. He needed me too. He had admitted it as much himself. If I was willing to do all of this, it was time to give in to him fully. His grip tightened as a thunder of noise exploded behind us outside the cell.