If Disney was like, "Hey, you get to decide what happens in a six minute sensual - romantic - sexual - steamy scene with Rey and Ben/Kylo. What will it be?" Describe please. I need to know.
Hell Anon! Well, I find I describe myself best in prose, so here’s how I’d write their first kiss in the film. I don’t think Disney would give us more than a passionate kiss, sadly. It’s set right after the final battle, whatever that may be.Thank you so much for this prompt, I had so much fun!
His voice, like rough silk, slides over her body like it does in her dreams, promises weaving in his tone. They’re both panting from exertion and she’s not sure she’ll ever catch her breath.
They’ve been here before.
His eyes bore into hers, scalding her with their intensity, and part of her wants to run like last time. The way he looks at her—as if she holds everything he’s ever wanted in her hands—it’s thrilling and terrifying.
Now he’s stalking towards her, throwing his lightsaber to the ground. All that sensual power coiled and ready to spring. Can she meet him where she knows he wants to go?
She holds the hilt of her saber to her chest, attempting to shield herself, but he’s still coming. His eyes never leave hers and she’s suspended, trapped in carbonite.
She stutters out feebly, “Ben-“
But then it’s no use. He grasps her shoulders and pulls her into a soul-rending kiss. Her lips respond eagerly, her arms going around his waist.
She thought she knew what hunger felt like. She had no idea. This. This man has been starving and oh, gods, she wants to feed him.
His mouth is hot, burning, branding her, claiming her, and she’s only just caught up when his tongue parts her lips, searing through her body to lick at her core. Every nerve ending is taught like a string instrument and now his hands move over her like he’s always known just where to pluck.
But then he’s pulling away and she actually whimpers at the loss of his blinding, scorching heat.
Please, melt the ice at my center, let my ocean flow, my river flood. Please.
He doesn’t pull away, though. Doesn’t leave her rejected and broken. His hands—oh those hands—they clasp her face and he brings their foreheads together.
“Say it again,” he begs with harsh, ragged breaths.
“Ben,” she offers him as she finally, finally threads her fingers through his hair, sating a thirst that has left her screaming at night. Her throat has been so dry.
“Again. Please, Rey, tell me who I am.”
His breath catches in his throat and she finds his eyes, so vulnerable and alive.
She feels his whole body melt against her and she repeats, “My Ben.”
Then she can no longer see his eyes as his arms crush her against him. She only has a moment to register how he’s trembling when he whispers, “Always. Always yours.”
There’s too much space between them and she needs his lips again. Too much has passed between them for words to mean much now. But oh how she can weave truth with her passion.
He makes a small, needy sound when she kisses him, slow this time, full of all the tenderness she’ll show him.
Here he is, reborn in her hands, made clean by her lips, absolved by her touch.
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