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Reylo Tarot Series: Five of Cups and Six of Cups
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lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 16 is up!
Nine months ago
Summer was by far Benâs least favorite season. The sun was always bare and bright and stinging, and the tourists crowded the streets, adding on to the already insane amount of Los Angeles traffic. A sheen of sweat kept his dress shirt stuck to his back as he made his way around his office, searching for anything that might be of use in his time away.
His laptop and charger were already tucked away safely in his bag. But he eyed the shelf of memoirs and personal development books, a handful of them still left unfinished. His luggage was already nearing the 50-pound weight limit for the flight, so there was no hope in adding a few reads.
His backpack, though. That could take one book, he supposed.
âYouâre leaving, then?â
Ben paused, pushing away the wave of unease that always came with his directorâs presence. He glanced over at the wrinkled man, who was leaning against the doorframe and eyeing Ben with that old, beady gaze.
Theyâd already had this conversation months ago, when Ben mentioned an offer from the east coast university. But Alfred Snoke was nothing if not relentless, always prodding and observing, waiting for a lie to surface in Benâs responses.
âIt will only be two years,â Ben reminded him, turning back to grab a random book from the shelf, too focused on steeling his composure to notice which one he picked. âMy absence will not be a permanent one.â
âIt is an absence, nonetheless.â Snoke smiled but his eyes were flat. âMitaka can only do so much without your guidance. The company was doing so well when you were⌠staying put.â
His voice hadnât risen, but there was a threat in his words. A message in the words he didnât say.
âI assume Iâll be under surveillance. Youâll see that this is only me pursuing further education.â Benâs lips thinned as he packed the book in his bag, his back facing Snoke. âWe also havenât created any political connections in DC. It could help us in the long-term, when weâre planning our next relocation.â He was grasping for anything at this point. âMy only priority is the First Order.â
âHm.â Snokeâs voice croaked closer from the doorframe. âDo your best to remember what happened to Enric Pryde, my young apprentice. Perhaps it will help you focus on whatâs best for our company.â
Flashes of the older manâs scent came to Ben then.
Decayed and rotten and punished beyond saving.
Pryde was the only one who managed to get away from Snokeâs hold, though he didnât make it very far. That was a particularly difficult cover-up for Ben, as the news and media caught word of the fatherâs disappearance.
âAll my priorities lie with the First Order,â was all Ben said.
âAs they should be.â
Snoke stood in the office, silently observing Ben as he packed what more he could into his backpack. His stare was heavy on Benâs nape, a threat in and of itself. It wasnât until a low ringtone broke the silence when Ben finally took a breath. He gave his director a curt nod and briskly left the office.
Snokeâs voice followed him down the hall from his office, though. His words were low and rushed. He was taking a call.
âPrepare my room, boy. Iâve been gone long enoughâŚâ
One of his house servants, Ben assumed as he waited for the elevator to reach his floor. His phone buzzed in his hand and he looked down to find an Instagram notification. His breath caught at her username â she posted again.
Only two more months now, until they might cross paths again.
He wonât pursue her, heâs promised himself that. But heâs in need of that distraction again, in need of some rush to his monotonous days. Maybe heâll find her in the campus yards snapping another photo, or maybe theyâll bump into each other at a coffee shop.
Two more months, it was a vow that repeated in his head as he entered the elevator, two more months until I can see you again.
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no proof, one touch, a reylo fic | ch 4 is up!
The storm outside calmed to a drizzle by the time Rey opened her eyes. The cabin was dark and still, outside the birds were silent to the whistle of strong wind. Only the crickets chirped their nightly tune â a sign that it was too early for her to rise.
A warmth emanated from behind â a body wrapped tightly around her. Kylo had moved during her sleep. He was now beneath the covers with her, legs entwined with her own, as his breaths came slow and even.
How strange it was, to find great comfort in a strangerâs touch. That was what he was not even a month ago. A looming knight promised to deliver her safely to her death, nothing more. How did he grow into something else so quickly?
Rey traced his arm, lost in thought. Maybe it was a given. She had spent so many nights alone, discouraged by the sound of crying whenever sheâd approach her motherâs closed door in search of some company. Of course, she would fall victim to the attentions of an unassuming knight. Of course, she would search for meaning in his stares and touch.
What else would those whoâd been discarded wish for?
Her tracing grew heavy, pressing deeper into his skin. Kylo didnât shift or give any indication that he was awake behind her, so she continued her touch, traveling up and down corded sinews. Sheâd never encountered a bigger contradiction than this â a surface so hard yet soft to touch. It was a hard and wired thing, coiled with muscle underneath his smooth skin. She found herself enchanted by it.
âYouâre awake,â a voice rumbled from behind, deep and roughened from sleep. Rey stilled her hand. âItâs not morning, yet.â
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no proof, one touch, a reylo fic | ch 3 is up!
The sun was hot and punishing when Rey found herself under the creature's hungry gaze. Away from the forestâs shadows, now out in the open of another grassy field, the view of its arachnoid form was clearer and somehow more threatening, looming several inches above her.
Only the strongest come out during the day. Kyloâs words came to mind and she risked a sideways glance to where he battled three more like this one.Â
Okay, itâs okay. She clenched her quarterstaff as the creature crept closer. Donât yell for Kylo. Heâs busy. You got this.
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âYou havenât eaten all day.âÂ
The sun had lowered further past the baseâs walls when Rey opened her eyes. Somewhere near them, pigs squealed and snorted, snorkeling in their bowls of food.Â
Theyâd finally made it to Stannisâ base, the landâs farming grounds. It was where all the animals were herded to when Palpatineâs rule spread and the beginnings of a shadow-crawled and separated land came about.Â
She sat up from her sack and found Kylo frowning at her. To his left lay his helmet.
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A sacrifice for the greater good. One life for the well-being of all. All Reyana Palpatine needed to do to fulfill her purpose was die.
So, why did the council appoint her a guard?
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lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 15 is up!
After grabbing a few things from her apartment, the rest of the day is spent at Benâs, with the two on their laptops in the dining room downstairs. Though, in hindsight, she shouldâve insisted on being in separate rooms, because studying with Coruscant Universityâs lecturer Ben Solo proved to be unproductive. Her mind would wander each time his leg brushed hers or whenever she caught sight of the way his hand spanned easily across the laptopâs keyboard. Then that would lead to thoughts of how those same hands felt tracing her skin, her lips, her center.
And when Ben caught her staring?
Well.
âHow are you already so wet?â
The words come out in a hot breath against her slickness. He has to hold her stomach down to keep her from squirming, but the table is cold beneath her back. âBen,â Rey whines.
His nose brushes a sensitive nub and she squirms again. The hand presses down firmer before he closes his mouth on her, drinking in anything he can with long swipes of his tongue. Itâs all too much â the view of his dark hair moving between her legs, the wide span of his hand pressing against her abdomen, the way he drinks her in like a man starved.
Another crack of thunder echoes in the sky outside.
âPerfect,â she thinks she hears him say.
And then he sucks.
The pleasure all too soon comes crashing down. Her back arches and a cry leaves her lips, the world bursting white until sheâs left pulsing with heat and want and something⌠different. Something deeper, something that has her nearly in tears as she looks down at Ben. He pulls away from her, his glistening lips tugging into something of a smile â one that fades once he catches her look.
His eyes darken.
With no words, he unbuckles his belt and shoves down his pants and briefs. He rubs himself against her slick, coating himself in it, and then thrusts inside. The table creaks and Ben moves to grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge, her opening pressed against him. When he pulls back and thrusts inside again, the table shifts backward with a groan.
âOh!â Rey yelps when he suddenly gathers her in his arms and carries her to the living room, lying her down on the couch and huffing as he climbs over her.
âSo much for getting work done,â he rasps before entering her again.
It feels like a sacred practice, the way her legs move on their own to wrap around his hips, the way he peppers kisses down her jaw as he moves â slow at first, then faster once he hears her moans. Arms wrap around her back and hands cup her ass, pulling her closer to himself as if being inside isnât close enough. They move as one, on a couch in a house of untold memories. And once the hot breaths and roaming hands, grunts and faint cries, spill over, theyâre left wrapped together on the couch in a panting heap.
âDo you have any idea,â Ben mumbles, his lips brushing her temple, âhow happy you make me?â
Rey nudges closer to his neck. âNo. Tell me.â
âAn unbelievable amount.â His response is quick. âUnquantifiable.â
Her breathing grows shallow. Underneath her hand, she can feel the quick thumping of his heart, racing at the speed of her own. âYou make me happy, too,â she says lamely.
âI do?â
Rey nods. âYou do.â She thinks about it some more, trying to find a way to put her feelings to words without cringing at herself. âAnd⌠I donât know, you make me feel safe.â
He hums at that, and his arms wind tighter around her back.
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âDid you forget anything?â
âIâve got all my equipment packed, so I think Iâm good.â
âEven the tripod?â
âEven the tripod.â
âAll your clothes?â
âOn my body.â
âI think you left your hair bands upââ
A car horn blares outside, cutting Ben off short.
âThat would be Finn.â A nervous smile tugs at Reyâs lips. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. âDonât worry about the hair bands. I can⌠come back another time.â
The end of her sentence rises in intonation, sounding more like a question rather than a statement. Dammit, did it sound like she was begging to come back?
But itâs something that needs to be defined, isnât it? She stands at the open door, the cool morning breeze tickling her skin as she looks up at Ben, the question obvious in her stare. Is this more than a one-night stand?
âIâll pick you up tonight.â
Tonight? âTonight?â
He nods. âWe can grab dinner. If youâre free, of course.â
One-night stands donât grab dinner together, do they? Rey searches his expression, finding nothing but a quiet assurance. âIâm free.â
Ben nods again and looks down at her lips. She almost leans in, but theyâre both aware of Finnâs watchful gaze from his car just outside. Ben settles for a kiss on her cheek instead, light and lingering. When he pulls back, thereâs a gentle smile on his lips. âIâll pick you up at 5, then.â
âOkay,â her voice is small. âIâll see you tonight.â
His stare doesnât leave her as she turns and makes her way to Finnâs car, a soreness making its presence known between her thighs with each step. A reminder of him until the evening, she thinks with a growing grin before opening the car door and sliding into the passenger seat.
Her smile drops when she finds Finnâs searching gaze waiting for her inside.
âHe practically kidnapped you.â He turns to start the engine.
âItâs not kidnapping if Iâm willing.â
âBrainwashed you, then.â
Rey huffs out a laugh. âItâs okay, Finn. Nothing bad happened.â
The Camry pulls out of Benâs street and makes a turn at a stop sign. âWell, at least Poe and I were right about him wanting to bone you.â
âFinn.â
They make their way through the mid-Atlantic streets, weaving in and out of DCâs morning traffic as Finn tells her about the internship heâd gotten accepted for. Rey hears herself congratulating him as she pulls out her phone, but thereâs only one thing at the forefront of her mind. She types his name on her search bar, nodding at the appropriate places in Finnâs story before frowning at the search results.
Alfred Snoke, as it turns out, does not have a LinkedIn account.
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lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 13 is up!
Her lips taste of spearmint, whiskey, and the promise of ruin.
Ben will remember this, maybe all his life. As he moves to pull away the band holding her lower bun, he memorizes the way she feels on his mouth. The way she tastes, the way she smells, the way she gasps when the bun finally comes free. He takes it all, greedily. Unapologetically.
And despite the urgent need for more , thereâs still a voice that tells him he should stop, that he should pull away and walk her out and never have her come back again. That this has gone too far, that what had started as a harmless distraction grew intoâŚ
Rey moans when his fingers weave through the hairs at her nape, tugging her head back. The sound curls at his core, sending blood straight down south until he can feel himself hardening.
Into this.
No. He couldnât bring himself to pull away from her. Not after everything, after all this time. There isnât a single thing in the world that could keep him from her now. Nothing could pull him away as nothing else, in this moment and every other in her presence, exists.
Itâs just him and her and their lips finally finding solace.
âUnreal,â Ben breathes against her jaw, leaving a thorough trail of kisses behind. âThis isnât happening.â
âIs it not?â She whispers before fingertips trace along his erection.
Jesus.
Benâs trail of kisses grows hungrier with each descent down her soft neck. Greed takes over as he sucks and nips and licks at her throat, eager for more gasps and moans. âTouch me again,â he breathes against her collarbone. More. He needs more.
A palm wraps around the bulge barely contained beneath his zipper and Ben groans.
Where their faces meet â her cheek to his browbone â Ben feels her smile. Heâs almost overcome by the desire to watch it grow. âLike that?â Rey whispers.
âJust like that.â
âMm.â
The same, damning palm tightens its grip on him, pulling out another breathless groan that buries itself in the crook of her neck. She continues her ministrations, distracting Ben in his pursuit down her throat until heâs left a panting mess. He cannot be close, not now. Not before heâs even seen her.
Fingers work at his belt now, quickly undoing its buckle before he stops them in its movement. Rey looks up at him. âLetâs⌠slow down.â His hands move to her hair now, undoing the rest of her buns. When he catches the embarrassed downturn of her gaze, panic urges him to drop more kisses along her jaw. âI wonât last long if we go this way.â
Behind strands of her loosened hair, Reyâs cheeks flush. âOkay.â Her gaze is still lowered.
Ben grabs ahold of her hip. âIâd rather you be on top of me if Iâm going to finish prematurely.â
She looks up now, her lips parting.
There they are. Those hazel-colored eyes.
With hands glued to her hips, Ben helps Rey as she throws a leg over his lap. Sheâs facing him now, her thighs pressed to either side of him, his thickness engulfed by her warmth. Thereâs nothing else her eyes, those beautiful, damning eyes, could do now but rest on his.
âTake your hoodie off.â His voice had grown husky.
A smirk tugs at her lips. âTake it off of me yourself.â
God, how his cock throbs at that.
Ben wastes no time in sliding his hands underneath the hoodie, dragging it up and over Reyâs raised arms, revealing more and more skin untilâŚ
A strangled noise leaves his lips.
She isnât wearing a bra.
Pink, hardened nipples stare back at him as Ben takes in her freckled breasts. His hands move up her sides, slow in their approach to her chest. Rey only watches him, no hint of discomfort or wariness shining in her eyes. She wants this. Or⌠does she want this? Is this okay?
Ben swallows. âMay IâŚ?â
She nods.
Not enough. âRey, I need to hear you say itââ
With a huff, Rey grabs his hands and guides it to her breasts.
âTouch me,â she murmurs.
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âWho are you texting?â
âOh my Godââ Rey jumps at the feel of Finn at her shoulder before pushing him away. âDonât scare me like that!â
Finn looks at her messages with a grin. âBusiness is booming for you, huh?â
Rey rests a hand on her racing heart. âOf course, it is.â
He hums at that, stretching out on the couch until his head rests on her lap. âOh, Rey. What are you going to do when youâre all famous and rich?â He looks up at her with a pout. âYou wonât forget about me, will you?â
âYouâre being dramatic.â
âAm I?â
âYes.â
âSo, you havenât forgotten to tell me about any late-night hookups in kitchens that belong to a certain secret admirer of yours?â
Rey blinks.
âTraitor!â Finn jumps up, facing her on the couch with an accusing finger. âYou told Poe and not me? Your first friend? Your best friend? I thought he was lying!â
Shit.
âI⌠forgot?â Rey cringes.
âSuck it up, peanut,â Poe calls out as he enters the room in sweats and a faded hoodie. âIâm her favorite now.â
Rey glares at him. âI told you not to say anything.â
âIt took you two weeks to say anything.â
Finn gasps. âTwo weeks?â
Rey rubs her eyes. âItâs been a busy two weeks.â
Poe plops down between the two on the couch. âShe hasnât told you sheâs hooking up with him tomorrow, too, hasnât she?â
âWhat?â
âItâs not a hook-up!â Rey jumps to defend. âWeâre finishing up his real estate photos tomorrow. Thatâs all.â
Finn glares at her. âAnd Poe knows this before I do because?â
Rey opens her mouth to explain before closing it. She points a finger at him. âYouâre never here!â
âWe have cell phones that are perfectly capable of texting!â
âYou wanted me to tell you about that over text?â
âNo.â Finn furrows his brows. âYes! Donât make excuses!â
Rey turns her head to Poe. âI told you he wouldnât take it well.â
âIâm sitting right here!â
The rest of their evening descends into chaos, with accusatory fingers being thrown in every direction and voices pitching to all-time highs. Their lighthearted argument (with, admittedly, some substance) continues on as the evening sun sinks into the night, darkening the world outside their living room window.
Eventually, the allure of a thriller movie night leads to the three cozying up under a quilted blanket, with Netflix and the comforting aroma of stovetop popcorn dissolving any and all tension left over.
âWhat time are you meeting with Solo tomorrow?â Finn whispers to Rey as Poe snores away at his shoulder.
â5 oâclock.â
He nods. âIâll drive you.â
âWhat?â She turns to him. âWhy canât I drive?â
âYou lost all privileges to my car the second you confided in Poe before me.â Finn sniffs.
âThat canât be an actual reason.â
âAnd,â he pins her with a serious look now, one tinged with concern, âbecause I donât want any more late nights between you and Solo.â
A smile begins to tug at her lips as her heart warms. âFinn, Iâll be fine. Donât worry.â She nudges his shoulder. âWeâre not going to hook up.â
âNo. Thatâs not what I mean.â Finn takes a deep breath, eyeing her before asking, âWhen was the last time that user messaged you?â
Her smile falters. How long had it been? âIt mustâve been a few weeks now.â
âAnd they hadnât tried contacting you through any other means?â
â⌠No?â
His lips press into a thin line. âDonât you think itâs weird? Someone goes to such lengths to know you, to talk to you, and gives up just like that? After one block?â
âWhat are you getting at?â
âWhat if the user is someone youâve already met? What if the reason they arenât so hellbent on finding another way to talk to you is because theyâre already doing so?â He presses his lips into a thin line, letting the question settle in. âLook, just⌠what Iâm saying is be careful. And be aware.â
Rey frowns, turning Finnâs words over in her mind, even long after the movie had finished and they had all gone to bed. She turns them over in the morning when she wakes up the next day, in the afternoon as she gets ready, in the car as Finn drives her to the address sheâd given him.
She doesnât stop doing so until the familiar colonial home pulls into view, a large, two-story brick structure adorned with bay windows and an emanating warmth that tugs at Reyâs heart, as if beckoning her inside.
Sheâs back.
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lifebuoy, a reylo fic | CH 11 IS UP!
One year and three months ago
Niimaâs Creek.
The pale, distant sun watched as Ben took a seat at his usual bench, doing nothing to warm him in the midst of the morning chill. He wrapped his coat tight around his chest to block the breeze, crossing his arms as he looked around the park and its lack of visitors.Â
There, by the creek, stood a couple chatting quietly, arms wrapped in a tight coil as they watched the creekâs languid stream. A little ways down walked an elderly man, one that Ben had grown familiar with throughout the days, going on his daily morning walk. And on Benâs right passed a jogger sparing him a quick glance before checking her watch. Other than them, Ben was alone.
She hadnât come yesterday. Nor the several days before that. But today, maybe today, she would come. And he would go up to her and ask for her name, or maybe just sit there and continue to watch from a distance. It didnât matter to Ben, as long as she was there for him to watch. To keep him from thinking of other, more recent, troubles.
Thin build. Brown hair pulled into three buns. A camera strapped around her neck. The image burned at the back of his eyes, his mind turning it over and over until her face became just a bit distorted. Did she have a small nose? Were her lips thin or plumped? Her hair mightâve been a dirty blonde, maybe?
Ben paused at the buzz of his phone ringing deep in his coat pocket. That, he frowned, would have to wait. He had quite a few hours until the service anyways, and he would spend all of that time waiting for her. Searching.Â
His phone buzzed for the fourth time that hour before Ben decided to pick up his motherâs relentless calls.
âYes?â Ben snapped.
The other end of the line responded with static-filled silence. Ben checked the phone screen to see that, yes, it was his mother calling, before pressing it to his ear again. âBen,â she finally spoke, her voice firm and steely. âWhere are you?â
His eyes scanned the park again before resting at the creek. âIâm on a walk.â
âYouâve been gone all morning.â
Ben checked his watch again. He had been gone for three hours. âIâm not going to miss his funeral if thatâs what youâre thinking.â
She sighed. âCome home, Ben.â
Laughter ruptured to his right and his head perked at the sound. Narrowing his sights in on the incoming crowd, Ben strained to see who it was , searching for a match to his distorted image of her. There was a girl, yes, just a couple within the approaching group.
Ben found himself standing, focusing on a girl with her head turned away. He eyed the way her brown hair barely reached past her shoulders, imagining how it would look pulled into three buns. Itâs her. Itâs her, itâs her, itâs her.
The girl turned just slightly and his short, elated burst died down.
The girl's brows were too thick, her cheeks too full.Â
It was not her.
âJust one more hour,â he muttered, not so much to his mother on the line than to himself.
He heard her sigh again before disconnecting the call. Ben sat back down.
Just one more hour.
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