Memories from the evening before came to her in slivers when Rey woke the next morning. Some were hazy, dreamlike almost, while the rest were quite vivid. Had it not been for the tender ache between her legs, and Ben holding her with her back to his naked chest, she would've believed it all to have been just a dream.

No, thank God, it hadn't been a dream but was instead her own perfect form of reality. A reality that seemed too good to be true.

She recalled what it was like seeing him for the first time completely bare, surprised yet not upon discovering how proportionate his body was in every way. She'd taken her time exploring him, eyes first then followed by hands and mouth. She learned what quickly made him climax and what kept him hanging by a thread, while he waited for her to have her release before giving in to his own.

She remembered how patient he'd been with her, assuring that he wanted her to be comfortable before they proceeded further. He made it so easy to ignore those initial butterfly jitters that appeared inside her belly. Like everything she had done with him, sex was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Despite her having the normal aches and pains afterward, Rey was eager for more. 

But first, food was calling and she was starving !

Peering over her shoulder she saw that Ben was still asleep. Not wanting to wake him she carefully pried herself from his loose grip. She paused when he stirred just a little, eliciting a soft moan he rolled onto his stomach, arms sliding under his pillow. She watched him slip into a peaceful slumber again. Biting her bottom lip she stifled a laugh and discreetly left her warm place in the bed.

Foregoing her sweater, she pulled on the plaid shirt of his that was lying next to it on the carpet, fastening a few of its middle buttons to keep it clasped together and made her way toward the kitchen. She found an open box of blueberry Toaster Strudels in the freezer and located the toaster hidden in the lazy Susan, inserting a squared-shaped pastry into each slot for toasting. 

With a hand at her hip and the other on the countertop, she waited for the pastries to warm up from their frozen state, impatiently tapping her toes on the tile floor. After a few moments of hearing nothing more than the sound of her flesh rapping over the hard surface, a buzzing sound broke the silence in the apartment. Curiously she looked around and saw that it was coming from the island bar, finding the source of the noise was Ben's phone.

"Hux," she frowned, saying the name that appeared on the screen out loud.

The phone buzzed a few more times and then went silent. Blinking she saw it was one of several missed calls.

"What could you possibly want, Hugs," she scoffed, arms folded over her chest and staring pensively at the screen that was now blank.

She remembered Ben saying Hux would call him incessantly if matters were important enough. But if being late to chaperone a school dance was urgent in Hux's eyes, then perhaps it was nothing more than the principal being his usual, over dramatic self.

Plus, she knew that Ben and Hux were also friends, so it wasn't strange that he'd be calling him over Winter Break. She tried not to think any more of it and went about icing her toasted breakfast on a small plate when the strudels were finally finished.

Having the plate of strudels in hand, chewing on her first bite from one, she wandered into the living room toward the balcony and drew open the shades to brighten the room's dim interior. Gasping, her eyes widened and a smile grew on her face at the sight of light, powdery flakes falling from the sky.

Snow!

There wasn't much of it yet, and far from being snowman building material. But it was enough for the beautiful white substance to thinly coat the wooden floor of the deck. Finishing her breakfast she stood there a few moments longer, staring with tunnel-vision at the wintery scene, enchanted by its beauty. She didn't notice who else had entered the room just then, so it startled her when Ben made his presence known, loosely wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

He chuckled when she flinched, nuzzling her hair with his face, he kissed the top of her head. "You're jumpy this morning."

"Sorry," she sighed, relaxing her body against him, she noticed that he was naked still. She could feel the head of his cock prod the small of her back as he moved. Her lips twitched at that, satisfied he wasn't feeling hurried to dress. 

"Is everything okay?" He whispered.

"Yeah, I'm fine" she hummed, rubbing his forearm with a hand for reassurance. She raised the empty plate in the other for him to see. "I was just hungry. Then I sort of got distracted."

"I see," he grunted, lowering a hand to her hip and giving it a squeeze. He took her plate with the other and turned to set it on the coffee table behind him. "So it finally decided to snow."

" Finally ," she beamed. "Your phone was buzzing earlier, by the way, while I was making breakfast. There were several missed calls that showed up."

Ben was quiet for a moment. "Okay."

She noted the pout in his voice yet he never asked who the calls were from, neither did he seem concerned by the large sum of those he'd missed. Having both hands on her hips, he nudged himself closer to her, alerting her of how much his cock had stiffened since she last felt it. It was all she had needed to confirm as of why he didn't bother tending to his phone. And Rey didn't press for him to either.

It was tempting to turn and look at him, or reach a hand behind and stroke his length. But instead, she pretended not to notice the apparent erection right away. It was always more fun teasing him.

Feigning ignorance, she kept her focus on the outdoors where the snow had begun to fall harder, as his hands descended toward the apex of her legs. Only then did she feel the budding warmth in her core, pleading to be touched like he'd touched her earlier. Her thighs quivered the closer he drew near, breathing in sync with the rapid beating of her heart. She could hear that he was very much doing same as she, his mouth hovering by her ear.

Lulling her head back to his chest, she moaned as he teased her nub with the pad of his index, coaxing her legs further apart. Bringing a free hand to the collar of her shirt he pulled the fabric aside to leave a trail of wet, hot kisses along the crook of her neck, the other tracing the outer lips of her cunt. Her mind went completely blank, every discussion and thought prior to then rendered moot.  

So much for ignorance, Rey...

"How are you feeling?" He moaned into her skin, muffling his words.

She didn't answer right away, too high on the ecstasy of how good his hand and mouth made her feel to focus on anything else. Moments went by and she still hadn't uttered a word. It wasn't until after he paused when she realized he'd asked her a question.  Raising her chin she saw that he was staring at her, waiting for her to answer.

"Just a little sore." She scrunched her nose, then smiled. "But in a good way, it'll pass."

"Are you sure?" He grimaced.

She nodded. Biting her bottom lip she put a hand on the top of his, encouraging him to continue without saying more.

"Okay, that's good to know," he crooned, kissing her forehead off to the side. "Because you look fucking incredible right now."

Red tainted her cheeks at the compliment, wondering why when she should've been used to hearing them. He always told her how beautiful he thought she was, never giving her a reason to doubt or believe otherwise. Even now, when she was wearing nothing more than an oversized shirt, no makeup, and severe bed head, he still considered her beautiful.

Craning her head to his shoulder, he kissed her deeply. With her hand still on his, she guided his fingers toward her entrance again, his other crossed over her chest, sliding his hand beneath the hem of her shirt and massaged her breast. She whimpered softly over his lips when he touched her center, not realizing how sensitive she'd become until she had nothing more to focus on but him.

"So wet for me already," he groaned, inserting one then two digits inside of her.

She cried out in stilted breaths when he entered her, keeping a loose hold on his wrist, she brought the other back and clutched his thigh, mewling as Ben eagerly pumped her cunt with his fingers. With a hand busy there, his other lavished attention to her breast, palming her tenderly, his lips flourished her neck with kisses.

His fingers crooked inside of her then, working the plush area that would surely send her over the edge and seeing stars. When her walls began to constrict around him, he lowered his hand from her chest to her clit, applying the right amount of pressure to the small bundle of nerves on her nub, enhancing the effect as she neared finishing.

Bringing her hands up she clasped the back of his neck with her fingers, using him for support as her legs had grown weak. He worked her like that until she clenched her eyes, throwing her head back, her mouth fell agape. Convulsions surged through her body and she came undone, leaving her within an array of bliss as he held her waist to keep her steady.

"I love you." He kissed the crown of her head, hands ascending to her ribs. "I don't think you'll ever truly know how happy you make me."

"I think I do," she gasped, tilting her chin toward him, fingers caressing the base of his hair. "Because I'm hopelessly in love with you too."

Grinning he kissed her forehead and began working his lips down the side of her face to her cheek to her neck. His knees bent slightly as his mouth lingered on her lower neck, gathering her legs he picked her up and carried her to the sofa, sitting with her positioned across his lap.

The kisses that they shared were slow and lazy at first, giving her time to recover from her pleasure high. When she finally came to, she was ready to get what she wanted and she deepened the kiss, determined to make him come as he had made her.

Hands on his shoulders she shifted her position, digging her knees into the cushion she straddled either side of his hips, his hands firm on hers. His breath hitched in his throat when she took his velvety cock in hand.

Slowly, she started to pump him, staring deep into his eyes, appearing darker than their normal shade of honey brown. His lips twitched a smile and she leaned over and kissed him, hard and sloppy then became feathery as her lips moved to his jaw and neck. His head rolled back into the sofa's plush backside, thrusting his hips as best he could with her movement, hands tightening their hold on her into a more punishing grasp.

He groaned her name out in a hushed, low voice. Oh, how she wanted him inside of her then, noticing the small line of pre-cum that trickled down his shaft, coating her hand with its warmth, she knew he was more than ready for her as well.

"Rey," he groaned heartily, breathing rapidly.

Halting her actions she held him steady, keeping a firm grip on the back of the sofa for support, she rose onto her knees. His eyes opened then as he felt her move, watching her tease the head of his cock between her sopping hot folds.

"Take your time, sweetheart," he assured, lowering his hands and gently massaging her thighs, knowing she was still tender from the night before.

Releasing a soft cry she lowered herself onto him, hands in fists on the sofa, taking him slowly with an inch at a time. The pain that existed before was no longer as apparent, but was more of a subtle ache with liberal fullness, stretching her in the most ravishing of ways.

Allowing herself a moment for the discomfort to pass, she pressed her forehead to his, steadying her breathing and focusing on his whispered words of appraisal, telling her again she was beautiful and how amazing she felt to him. Her hips finally moved over his, slow at first then gradually quicker, finding her reprieve she closed her eyes.

He gazed up at her in awe, watching through hooded eyes as she rode him, noting how her expressions grew more intense whenever he met her thrusts unexpectedly. Her brows furrowed to the center, eliciting a sob when he did it again. And again. His soft grunts shadowed her moans. And then, just when he felt her inner walls tighten, he finally took over.

Straightening his back he wound an arm crosswise over hers, muscles flexed he kept a strong grip underneath her arm. She gave a startled squeak when he shifted their position, not once allowing them to break apart, he moved her so she was lying over the cushions in a fluid motion.

Planting a knee into the cushion he kept a foot on the ground for balance, her leg drawn over his hip, her legs parted with a hand on her knee. With his other hand on the arm of the sofa behind her head, he hovered above her, driving into her with deep and shallow thrusts. Bringing a hand behind her, she seized hold of his wrist, the other on his side below his ribs. Arching her back she met his thrusts with her own.

The pressure inside her rose to an intensity that was more surmount than ever. Her nails dug into his wrist, toes curling as the build ascended to a new extreme. He quickened his pace, his thrusts faster and harder, his breathing matching the speed of hers.

Crying out she came undone in a mad surge that ravaged her body and mind, drowning his moans with hers as he slowed in motion, releasing his warmth inside her in spurts.

Chest heaving, he stared at her as her senses came to be more coherent, both disappointed when he pulled out with a groan. Carefully he lowered himself to her, caging her in with his arms. Raking her fingers through his sweaty bangs, she kissed him deeply, slowing to gentle pecks.

"That was..."

"Amazing?" He smirked.

Scoffing her lips puckered in thought. "Truthfully? There are no words."

"You make an excellent point," he mused. "But since there are none - amazing will have to do."

"Hmm...yes." She kissed him again, palming her hands along the plain of his back. "We deserve a shower too. But before anything, I really have to pee."

"Okay," he chuckled, rising for her to stand.

She took off in a trot down the hall toward the bathroom, leaving him behind in silence, watching her leave. The snow was falling heavier than before in thick chunks of white fluff.

Knowing she would love to experience its wonder outside, he considered taking her to the ranch after they finished cleaning up. Snow was always better in the country than it was in the city; maybe even take her for a ride on Kylo in the process.

A buzzing sound broke the quiet in the room then, turning his attention from the window to the phone he'd left on the bar after they got back the previous night. He rolled his eyes when he saw the name displayed on the screen. Swiping the green bar he heaved a sigh, raising the device to his ear.

"What is it, Hux?"