[ Ben's arousal preoccupies her dreams, but only in the abstract. Something gnawing and dark chases her, grabs for her, gropes her from the shadows, always interested in swallowing her down. Pulling her somewhere deep and dark. But it doesn't feel toxic and bleak as her nightmares of drowning had. These molten shadows are passion and fever and need. She feels wanted.
But she never really rests, trying to outrun them, because at no point in the night is Ben's desire sated, quieted. When she's stirred out of her sleep eventually by his faint movements, it takes her a moment to anchor herself in the reality — that he's wrapped around her back, clutching her like he once had, that solid mass pressing against her backside is that same arousal made flesh, and that the whole room still stinks of sweat and sex.
Rey's disorientation passes in the span of a few heart beats as she places what was real and what was dream, when the last part of her waking hours before sleep had felt so much like the start of sleep itself, dreams she'd had before. But they were too vivid to be anything but real. And the proof is against her back.
As she orients herself, the particulars of their conversation return too. Ah. That's right.
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But she never really rests, trying to outrun them, because at no point in the night is Ben's desire sated, quieted. When she's stirred out of her sleep eventually by his faint movements, it takes her a moment to anchor herself in the reality — that he's wrapped around her back, clutching her like he once had, that solid mass pressing against her backside is that same arousal made flesh, and that the whole room still stinks of sweat and sex.
Rey's disorientation passes in the span of a few heart beats as she places what was real and what was dream, when the last part of her waking hours before sleep had felt so much like the start of sleep itself, dreams she'd had before. But they were too vivid to be anything but real. And the proof is against her back.
As she orients herself, the particulars of their conversation return too. Ah. That's right.
Her eyes open. ]
What do you think you're doing?