bakerstreet | Sunday Smutty Sunday

[[1], [2] (the second gif), [3], and / or [4].]

Here they were, six months after he'd wound up half-dead on her doorstep, traveling together. After a warning from Maz that the First Order was coming back either for him or for her or for both of them, he'd managed to convince her to come with him to Takodana to meet Maz at least, and Maz -as well as a vision that Ben didn't fully understand, never having had one himself- had convinced her to stick with him.

It was a little strange, but Chewie liked her almost right away, and that had been enough to soften Han towards her, her technical expertise had done the rest. It wasn't an apprenticeship, not really, though Ben was slowly but surely catching her up on the things that he'd learned, and Maz was now sending them both on missions, which was fine with him, as even though the Falcon was designed for a crew of up to six, it was still small.

Not that he was worried about that right at the moment, because for the time being, they were alone, and on their way to Hosra to meet up with a contact, and then to parts beyond to hunt down an artifact, and she had once again managed to get his legs out from under him during their spar. His hands settled lightly at her thighs, smiling up at her, "Point to you."

It was amazing, wasn't it, the way life could change in a handful of months? Even if the danger of being captured hadn't been influencing Rey's decisions, she probably would have accepted Ben's offer, anyway. Maybe their initial meeting had left an impact on her greater than she could have imagined. Meeting Maz and experiencing that all too real vision only just reassured Rey that she'd found exactly where she belonged.

She'd been taken by everything almost immediately - not only the Falcon, but its small crew, as well. It wasn't hero worship, not really, but she'd heard a lot about Ben's father, and although most things didn't intimidate her, he certainly did. At first, anyway, when he'd grumbled about taking on an untested stray, but she'd eventually proven her worth. It's been a learning experience, to say the least, but she's settled in admirably.

For once, they've got some time to themselves, and what better way to spend it than by sparring? She didn't always win, so Rey was celebrating this little victory while she could, grinning smugly, although she knew her smile would soon shift to something far more fond. "Yes. How should I celebrate?"

The first time she'd kissed him had been a surprise, but mostly because they were both more than a little tipsy and celebrating a job gone right, but it hadn't been a bad surprise at all, and at that time hadn't gone any further than the kiss.

Since then, however, well, that was part of why even with only four of them the Falcon sometimes seemed far too small. Which was why he was enjoying the fact that it was just the two of them on the shuttle for the foreseeable future.

He gave a shrug at the question, hands staying right where they were, "Your point, you decide." She had been creative enough with her boons that he'd actually had to step up his game to match her, which was half the fun of sparring with her in the first place.

She'd surprised herself with her boldness - the temptation had been there for a while, certainly, but it had taken a little liquid courage to enable her to take the chance. And she was glad that she had, that it had been reciprocated, even though it was sometimes difficult to find time alone.

They manage. Even if that meant ages worth of heated glances and sly, fleeting touches that promise at something more at a later time. It was sometimes frustrating, but they manage.

He's given her an impossible task, really, in choosing her own reward. There were so many things that she could say! She hummed thoughtfully, thinking her options through. The sparring was always fun enough, but she enjoyed these quiet moments, too. Eventually, she decided - and with a few swift motions, her loose tunic is lifted up and over her head, carelessly dropped by her side.

And Rey fixed Ben with a look that unmistakably said - "Your turn."

His brows both arched a little at that, but he made a thoughtful sound in his throat, fingers having tightened just a fraction in their grasp against her thighs.

He debated for a moment longer even after that, but he grinned up at her even as he moved, arching beneath her, keeping his grasp of one thigh but letting the other hand slide up her side and around her back even as he rolled, reversing their positions and laying her back surprisingly gently and smiling down at her, one brow quirking.

It was all the warning he gave before leaning in to press a kiss to her lips, fully expecting that she'd swap their positions again, or attempt to distract him somehow.

That was a good sound - it's a sound that meant that he was thinking, and usually, in cases like this, she ended up very pleased with the ideas that he came up with. At the moment, she was definitely enjoying the subtle change in his grasp.

And then, before she really even had a chance to say anything, to tire of waiting and make a move of her own, because it's then that he made his own, and she found herself laughing breathlessly, suddenly looking up Ben instead of down, flushed and happy and very okay with this change of pace.

Rather than attempt to catch him off guard and regain the upper hand, Rey easily returned the kiss, content to stay right where she is, certain that he's got her exactly where he wants her, which, coincidentally, is exactly where she wanted to be, too.

He settled more closely against her, amused at how one of her legs had ended up hitched up against his hip, while he was more or less straddling the other, keeping her thigh pinned between his knees.

His fingers had twined through her hair, hand cushioning her head from the floor, and what he said when he finally pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath was: "As much as I'm enjoying this, I vote we move somewhere more comfortable."

They are tangled up in each other, for all intents and purposes. And it was not at all idea for what Rey would like to occur next, but in that particular moment, she didn't mind the close quarters, nor finding herself completely at Ben's mercy.

Besides, as she's learned, she really rather liked his fingers in her hair, not pulling, just keeping her steady. "Yes", she answered, a fondness in her eyes and her smile, although she makes no move to actually ... move. "That's probably for the best. I don't particularly wish to explain any injuries we might sustain if we stay here."

"Yeah, those wouldn't be so easy to explain." Not that he had moved yet, either. He did, however, gather his legs under him a little more securely, grinning down at her again before pressing a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth.

He rolled easily to his feet, catching her arms as he did so to pull her up as well, it wasn't an entirely easy move, he didn't hoist her around as if she didn't weigh anything -though it was close- and he gave her a moment to actually catch up with her equilibrium again before ducking, bracing one shoulder against her middle to just hoist her up over his shoulder like a sack of grain, carrying her off to the alcove that held the bed. Or, rather, the nest of blankets and pillows that served as a bed.

It was embarrassing enough to live and work in such tight quarters with those that know exactly what they were doing every time she asked for Ben's help with the actuator. Even if it wasn't clearly obviously a code, if the actuator really needed that much attention paid to it, they were better off just getting a new one entirely. And yet, the Falcon continued to run as well as it ever had.

If a person could die of embarrassment, it would come by having to explain away accidental bruising, or limping as a pulled muscle, and the less attention paid to the obvious love bites dotting her neck and arms, the better, thank you very much.

Rey should have known what was coming, and yet, the sudden change in positions, and the stomach turning feeling of being weightless completely caught her off guard. It's an undignified position he's got her in, and she huffed a small, offended little breath as they went. "Really? This was absolutely necessary?"

Not that she truly minded, she just liked to poke and prod, and he deserved it for treating her like a sack of grain. Perhaps she'd get her revenge now, or maybe later, but one this was certain - it would come.

"Yes. Completely, one hundred percent, totally necessary." He replied, though there was clear amusement in his tone, and he was grinning when he slid her off of his shoulder -just as gently as he'd first hoisted her- and into the nest, "Because my legs are longer, you would have gotten tired out trying to keep up."

On the whole thirty foot walk from the empty cargo area where they'd been sparring to the bed. Definitely.

Honestly, for as dangerous as the missions from Maz could sometimes be, he looked forward to them even more now than he had when he was taking them on alone, mostly because he wasn't taking them on alone anymore.

Not that Ben could see, but Rey still rolled her eyes, anyway, even as she sighed her (mostly mock) annoyance, even as she's set down quite gently into the pile of pillows and blankets. "I'm not that little. I definitely think you should apologize for that."

Actions, after all, spoke volumes louder than words.

No stranger to dangerous situations, Rey hadn't really even batted an eyelash at the thought of willingly taking on those sorts of risks. She could take care of herself admirably enough - but now she didn't have to. Now, she had Ben.

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true." He replied, brows both lifting, "Now, I mean, if I'd said you've got stumpy little legs, yeah, I'd apologize for that, but I didn't, so..." He shrugged, "I guess you're out of luck on the apology front."

That said, he hooked his thumbs in the hem of the undershirt he was still wearing, just shucking it off over his head.

Rey huffed out an offended little breath, but there's still a fondness clear in her expression as she shifted positions into something more comfortable, burrowing into the pillows happily, never taking her eyes from Ben once. "Keep that up and I'll take care of myself. Won't even let you watch."

It's a bluff, and they both know it, especially once he removed her shirt, and she so clearly spent one long moment admiring him. "Hm. Not bad."

He knew how to distract her, that much was clear, though honestly it went both ways and that amused him as much as anything else did. He did, however, fold his arms a moment later, feigning upset: "Hey, 'not bad' is what you say about two-day-old leftovers, not someone you're trying to sleep with."

He shrugged, then, "At least I thought that's what we were working on here, but if you'd have more fun by yourself, I'm sure I can find something else to do with my time."

Truth be told, he was really rather good at distracting her. But she'd like to think that she was getting better at doing the exact same thing. And although she knew that he was teasing her in return, she still felt just a little bit bad for causing his pout.

"As much as I would enjoy putting on a show for you, there are other things that I'd like to get up to right now. So, I'd really, really like it if you'd join me now. Please."

"Okay, but only because you said please." That was an outright lie, and he knew that she knew it, but he stretched out beside her all the same, smile spreading as he ran the backs of his fingers along her bare arm, humming in something that was part contentment and part curiosity.

Honestly he'd be fine just as they were for a while, shirtless and sprawled in bed together. He was easy to please that way.

"I've got manners", Rey huffed out, not nearly as offended as she might sound. But then, Ben knew that already, as it didn't take any time at all for her to curl all the closer, to drum her fingertips idly against his chest, happy as she was, aching for more, but perfectly content to wait. "What?"

He shook his head, still just running his fingers along her arm, slow, even movements, petting as much as anything, "Nothing. Just taking time to enjoy the moment, that's all."

He knew they'd be having an entirely different kind of enjoying the moment soon enough, but he was really in no hurry to get there, not when they didn't have to hurry things.

Each little brush of fingers against skin brought up goosebumps, and Rey shivered gently in response, just as happy to enjoy the moment for as long as they possibly can. Who knew, after all, when they've have a chance to be properly alone next? "You're so warm", she murmured, curling up all the closer. "We don't have to get up anytime soon, do we?"

"No, we don't." He replied, smoothing his whole palm down her arm, lacing their fingers once he reached her hand, "Not until tomorrow." A twitch of a smile: "Late tomorrow."

"Late tomorrow", she echoed, as though those two words were the greatest things she's ever heard in her entire life. But actually, as she happily linked their fingers, it was. The ship could take care of itself - and if it couldn't, it would let them know. Most other responsibilities were already taken care of. Ostensibly, they really could take their time with each other. And that was a pleasure that Rey was intent on enjoying to the best of her ability. "I do so like it when I get to have you all to myself."

His smile spread even further at that, "Good, because I kind of like it when you get all selfish like that." Over him, at least, he hadn't seen her particularly selfish, or even that possessive over anything else, though he imagined she could get that way easily enough.

Selfish. Was she selfish? Maybe she was, at least when it came to Ben, but it certainly wasn't intentional, especially since they've never really put a name to what it was that they were even doing. Maybe she just wanted to ... enjoy it for as long as it lasted, because she wasn't sure if or when it would end. (Although she was certainly waiting for it - good things never lasted very long in her life.) "Do you? What else do you like?"

He looks so sweet here, how's a girl 'sposed to resist?

He can be sweet! Sometimes! - also 1, 3, and 4

Underneath all of that Solo charm ...

Hey now, it's *part* of the charm!

That is a valid point. In any case, she likes it, so :0D

Well that's good, because he's not sure he could really be any differenter...

~He's amazing, just the waaaaay he isssss

He would argue that, but only a little.

He'd probably enjoy debating it with her. Why does she like him again? :0P

He might! And it's probably because he didn't snore or drool on her or die.

All very valid reasons. Plus there was that thing when he smiled and she was like OH NO

oh yes, how dare he with the smile, how VERY dare he!

rUDE

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Again with the icon-based distraction!

Hey now, it's part of the charm!