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Most Recent Work: Incantamenta Quae Nos Ligant (The Spells That Bind Us) Chapter Two : A new Reylo Series, ao3 exclusive
Incantamenta Quae Nos Ligant (The Spells That Bind Us)
Nothing makes Rey happier than returning to Hogwarts. Returning means getting out of Unkar Plutt’s miserable presence, being with her friends everyday, and new Quidditch matches. But ever since last term – her fourth year – she’s been having vivid visions of Dark Lord Palpatine’s return, aka the wizard who killed her parents and subsequently tried to kill her too. Returning to the Wizarding World for her fifth term is more anxiety inducing than normal, and it doesn’t help that her strange connection with her rival Slytherin Seeker, Ben Solo, is strengthening.
Rey can tell dark forces are converging at Hogwarts, and the burning scar on her forehead is proof that something's amiss. Someone in the halls wants Palpatine to return, and her connection with Ben Solo tells her that he’s no stranger to this fact himself.
Rey’s fifth year is looking to be her darkest yet, but at least she can count on beating Solo on the Quidditch Pitch at every game.
Series Warnings: Swearing maybe, adult themes, potential Harry Potter innacuracies, dark magic, dark magic torture devices, Umbridge (warnings will be updated with each chapter uploaded)
Work Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/77047356?view_full_work=true
Incantamenta Quae Nos Ligant (The Spells That Bind Us) Chapter Two
Chapter two of Incantamenta Quae Nos Ligant is available on AO3! Link and brief synopsis of the fic below:
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Pairing: Kylo Ren x Rey
Synopsis:
Nothing makes Rey happier than returning to Hogwarts. Returning means getting out of Unkar Plutt’s miserable presence, being with her friends everyday, and new Quidditch matches. But ever since last term – her fourth year – she’s been having vivid visions of Dark Lord Palpatine’s return, aka the wizard who killed her parents and subsequently tried to kill her too. Returning to the Wizarding World for her fifth term is more anxiety inducing than normal, and it doesn’t help that her strange connection with her rival Slytherin Seeker, Ben Solo, is strengthening.
Rey can tell dark forces are converging at Hogwarts, and the burning scar on her forehead is proof that something's amiss. Someone in the halls wants Palpatine to return, and her connection with Ben Solo tells her that he’s no stranger to this fact himself.
Rey’s fifth year is looking to be her darkest yet, but at least she can count on beating Solo on the Quidditch Pitch at every game.
Incantamenta Quae Nos Ligant (The Spells That Bind Us)
Nothing makes Rey happier than returning to Hogwarts. Returning means getting out of Unkar Plutt’s miserable presence, being with her friends everyday, and new Quidditch matches. But ever since last term – her fourth year – she’s been having vivid visions of Dark Lord Palpatine’s return, aka the wizard who killed her parents and subsequently tried to kill her too. Returning to the Wizarding World for her fifth term is more anxiety inducing than normal, and it doesn’t help that her strange connection with her rival Slytherin Seeker, Ben Solo, is strengthening.
Rey can tell dark forces are converging at Hogwarts, and the burning scar on her forehead is proof that something's amiss. Someone in the halls wants Palpatine to return, and her connection with Ben Solo tells her that he’s no stranger to this fact himself.
Rey’s fifth year is looking to be her darkest yet, but at least she can count on beating Solo on the Quidditch Pitch at every game.
Series Warnings: Swearing maybe, adult themes, potential Harry Potter innacuracies, dark magic, dark magic torture devices, Umbridge (warnings will be updated with each chapter uploaded)
Work Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/77047356?view_full_work=true
Incantamenta Quae Nos Ligant (The Spells That Bind Us)
My new fic is now available! It will be only on ao3, so here is the link! I hope you all like it, its one of my favorites <3
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Rey
Synopsis:
Nothing makes Rey happier than returning to Hogwarts. Returning means getting out of Unkar Plutt’s miserable presence, being with her friends everyday, and new Quidditch matches. But ever since last term – her fourth year – she’s been having vivid visions of Dark Lord Palpatine’s return, aka the wizard who killed her parents and subsequently tried to kill her too. Returning to the Wizarding World for her fifth term is more anxiety inducing than normal, and it doesn’t help that her strange connection with her rival Slytherin Seeker, Ben Solo, is strengthening.
Rey can tell dark forces are converging at Hogwarts, and the burning scar on her forehead is proof that something's amiss. Someone in the halls wants Palpatine to return, and her connection with Ben Solo tells her that he’s no stranger to this fact himself.
Rey’s fifth year is looking to be her darkest yet, but at least she can count on beating Solo on the Quidditch Pitch at every game.
i wanted to provide a short little update on my writing. i have something coming soon, and for the first time ever, i have beta readers! im so excited, and can't wait to share it with you!
i was supposed to post a christmas one shot, but that did not happen for various reasons. the next thing to come out from me is the piece i mentioned above.
also, some of my future works (probably the one i have again, mentioned above) will be exclusively on ao3, purely because i expect them to be longer. for these, i will always provide the link for the new chapter on here to make it easy, but they'll only be posted on there if they're longer.
thats basically it, but i wanted to provide an update since its been a minute since i posted any of my work.
but im literally always active on twitter, and you can find that here. come say hi! <3
i totally meant to have a christmas one shot out today but i really struggled with finding motivation to write it, so it might be a couple days late. so sorry guys!
A/N: Figured it was time to write about their "first time." 😛 Filth ahead, so be warned and also do not interact if you're a minor! Also, this takes place in The Hard Deck universe, which I highly recommend reading before you read this! This takes place before the last chapter of the story!
Synopsis: Bradley and Charley have sex for the first time.
Warnings: This is pure smut, so if you are not 18 years of age, this is absolutely not for you. MDNI!!!!!!!! Also not as well proofread as normal, so I apologize if there are any errors.
Word Count: 7.4K
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“I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear tonight.”
Charley huffed as she shoved through the various clothing racks around the store, on the hunt for an outfit suitable for her date with Bradley later.
Her and Nat had spent the day together, and they had ended up at the mall. Phoenix was determined to help Charley find something, but she wasn’t confident in her fashion skills in the slightest.
“Aren’t you just going to dinner?” Nat asked a very concentrated Charley, her brows pinched together as she carded through the clothes.
“Yeah, but it’s special,” Charley sighed. “He wants to go somewhere nice, and I want to wear something sort of sexy.”
“Please,” Phoenix rolled her eyes. “Rooster will find you sexy in just about anything.”
“I know, but tonight’s special, and I want to feel good,” she shrugged, a faint blush painting her cheeks.
Phoenix’s eyes lit up delightedly. “Are you trying to get laid?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Keep your voice down!” Charley whisper-shouted, her face hot as she glared at her friend.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Nat smirked. “But seriously, Char, I don’t think you have to convince Bradshaw to have sex with you.”
Charley huffed and looked back up at Nat, her cheeks crimson. “Yeah, but, it’s special.” She lowered her voice, “We haven’t…” she trailed off, lowering her eyes at Phoenix and raising her eyebrows.
Phoenix puzzledly looked at her for a minute before it clicked. When it did, her eyes widened and she gasped, covering her mouth so as to not be too loud. It didn’t work.
“You guys haven’t fucked yet?”
“Phoenix!” Charley whisper-shouted again, more aggressively. She glanced around and saw a few people giving them weird looks.
“Sorry! Sorry,” Phoenix raised her hands in surrender. “That’s just wild, Char. Why not?”
Charley thought back to the conversation she had with her boyfriend a few weeks ago, right before he was about to go on that terrifying mission. He’d had her in his lap and they had been making out before things got hot, and hands had started to wander. He had stopped her, and told her that he wouldn’t be properly taking her to bed until he treated her to a nice dinner – after he had taken somewhat of his time with her.
Up until this point, they had done everything but have actual sex, and it was driving Charley mad. But she knew tonight was it. She knew he’d be taking her to bed tonight. She could hardly wait, and her anxiety was through the roof – but in a good way.
“He wanted to wait until he ‘properly took me out,’ he said,” she shrugged, smiling a bit.
As horny as the pilot made her, and how aggravating it was to not get what she wanted when every nerve ending in her body was screaming for it, she loved her boyfriend more for his dedication to showing her what truly mattered to him.
Her.
Phoenix scoffed, a small smile playing at her lips. “He must love the fuck out of you.”
Nat had known a completely different Bradley when they had been at the Academy together. He wasn’t a downright man-whore, or whatever, but he definitely had a way with the ladies, and he was never short on his nighttime excursions. Phoenix had never known him to wait to have sex with someone. Then again, she’d never really seen him commit to someone the way he’s committed to Charley either.
Charley just blushed and smiled, looking down at the ground. “I mean I hope he does. He says he does.”
“Sex was like, a hobby of his when we went to the Academy together,” Nat continued, following Charley as she walked to another section of the store they were in.
“I do not want to know about his past sex life,” Charley groaned. “I’m sure he had his fun. He gets looks from other women every time we go somewhere.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t jumped his bones yet,” Phoenix laughed.
“I tried,” she exclaimed. “He was the one to say that we needed to wait.”
“What?” Nat gasped, coming to a stop. “That’s unbelievable. He literally would have fucked anything back at the Academy.”
Charley gave her friend a pointed look and pursed her lips. Charley didn’t know the exact number of past lovers that Bradley had – and she didn’t want or need to – but she also knew that Phoenix was being dramatic. Sure, Bradley had had his fun, but the real ‘slut’ of the Dagger Squad is Hangman.
“Okay, I’m being a bit dramatic,” Phoenix laughed. “But the ladies swooned over him back in the day.”
“Back in the day?” Charley gawked. “No, they still do. I have to make it obvious how taken he is every time we’re in public.”
Phoenix just laughed, and the two continued their shopping. Charley finally found a dress she felt good enough to wear. It was red, stopped about mid-thigh, and was silk with a plunged neckline. It also had an open back. Phoenix had whistled when she came out of the fitting room to get an opinion.
Nat had somehow convinced her to go to Victoria’s Secret also. Charley had never been one to own lingerie, and she never really thought to buy any, but she couldn’t deny the excitement she felt as she looked at all of the different sets and imagined wearing them for Bradley.
After a lot of consideration and convincing from her fighter pilot friend, Charley finally settled on a set. She didn’t get anything too over the top, but she did get something she felt pretty in. It was a pink lace corset top with matching lace bottoms. The barely there bottoms split down the middle, making for…easy access…and Charley had blushed furiously when she held them up to look at them.
They’d do great for their intended purpose.
~~
Charley had dropped Phoenix off and then headed back to Penny’s. Her and Bradley were talking about finding an apartment together, but for now, she was still with Penny.
Amelia was really hoping she didn’t move out.
The two were always together – except for when Charley was with Bradley – and both of them were really going to miss that if she moved in with Bradley. But moving in with Bradley was something that excited Charley to no end, and if they could find a place, they would definitely be taking it. The Navy had given Bradley a temporary, 6-month apartment while he found something, and Charley was always over there anyways.
Besides, her father would definitely be moving in with Penny soon, and Charley didn’t want to live in a house that full. Especially when her bedroom was just a glorified office space.
“Hey, hon,” Penny greeted as Charley walked in the kitchen, toeing off her shoes. She was making dinner and Amelia was sitting at the island doing homework. “How was shopping?”
“Good,” Charley smiled, setting her bags on the counter. “I found a dress to wear to the dinner Bradley has planned for tonight.”
"Oh, yay!” Penny exclaimed. “He stopped by earlier too.” She winked.
Charley pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side. “He did?”
“Mhm,” Penny smirked. “Go check your room.”
Raising a brow at Penny, Charley turned and grabbed her bags, heading out of the kitchen and making her way towards her bedroom. Her door was closed, which was the first sign that he had been in there, because she always kept her door open – except for when she was sleeping. She carefully opened it, as if she was scared something was going to jump out at her from the other side.
She quickly smiled, though, as she took in the sight of her dresser. On the top of it sat a pretty glass vase full of red roses. She walked inside and set her bags down and sauntered over to the flowers, smiling when she touched them. She noticed the card that came with them, too, and laughed lightly as she went to read it.
Charley,
I can’t wait to see you tonight.
All my love,
Bradley
She smiled and shook her head as she read it, blush rising on her cheeks. She felt so lucky to have Bradley in her life. Yes, he had always been there, but it was different now that he was her boyfriend.
She moved towards her bed and flopped down on it, smiling with a fuzzy feeling in her heart.
~~
Bradley had picked her up in his Bronco at eight p.m. sharp. Just as he’d promised.
She had packed her overnight bag – including her new lingerie that she’d be wearing later – and had gotten ready with her new dress. Penny had helped her do her hair and makeup, and she had made Charley blush the entire time because she kept making suggestive comments. Her final look was a slicked back ponytail with a smoky eye and red lip – matching her dress.
Bradley stepped out of his car to greet her, and she immediately soaked in what he was wearing. He had on a crisp black suit with matching black dress shoes, but his tie was a deep red, almost the same color as her dress.
She smiled as she walked towards him, and she didn’t miss the way his eyes raked up and down her body. She blushed under his eyes, but gave him a kiss on the cheek when she reached him. His hands easily found her waist, and when she finished kissing his cheek, he leaned down to plant a firm kiss on her lips.
“We sort of match!” She beamed, gesturing to the color of her dress and the color of his tie.
He laughed at her comment but nodded in agreement, and took her bag from her hands, placing it in the backseat of the car. He opened the passenger side door for her and helped her inside. She grimaced when it was harder for her to get inside – she had worn heels and they were thin and strappy, making all of her movements more difficult.
When he got in the car himself, he looked at her one more time, licking his lips. She blushed. “You look incredible, baby,” he crooned, his voice raw.
“Thank you,” she blushed. “You look handsome too, Bradshaw.”
He looked down at her lips before leaning in and crashing his lips with hers once more. She laughed into it before sighing, melting into his ministrations. She only let them enjoy each other for a few minutes before she was lightly pushing his chest away.
“Okay,” she breathed, a small laugh escaping her lips. “We have to actually make it to dinner.”
He shrugged. “Or we don’t.” A smirk toyed at his lips.
“Yes we do, Rooster,” she glared, failing miserably to keep a smile from forming. “I didn’t get this dolled up to stay home.”
He laughed. “Of course we’re going to dinner, baby.” He placed one more chaste kiss on her lips. “Even though I can think of a lot of things I would rather do right now.”
She blushed furiously and tried not to sink into her seat. “Just drive, Bradshaw.”
His laugh carried them all the way to dinner.
~~
Bradley had definitely gone all out for this dinner.
He had taken her to a nice restaurant in the heart of San Francisco, and to say it was fancy was an understatement. Chandeliers hung above every table, and the combination of the velvet and glossy wooden floors complimented the green and gold color scheme throughout the place. The bar was massive, placed on top of a platform. It curved into a half circle and had about twelve seats, each filled, with two bartenders working.
The host led the two of them towards the back to a more secluded booth, and Charley got cited at the sight of it. The seats were the same velvet fabric as parts of the floor, and they were accented with gold. It was tucked in the back corner, the lighting low, creating a romantic ambience that had Charley swooning.
“This place is lovely,” Charley gawked, sliding into the seat across from Bradley. “Where did you find it?”
“I’ve had some dinners with the Navy here before our balls,” he answered. “It’s good.”
Charley nodded at him, more focused on the way he looked under the dim lighting. It made his eyes darker, removing that sweet gaze he always seemed to hold. She had been a fit of butterflies all day over this very date, but she was especially nervous now, as she watched Bradley scan his menu, his brows furrowed.
There was an unspoken understanding between the two of them, regarding what would be taking place after this date. They had both held out from having sex with one another for so long, but tonight they’d finally get what they were both desperate for.
She squirmed in her seat, chewing on her bottom lip as her body heated up. But she shook her head and willed herself to calm down. She still had to make it through dinner before she was able to pounce on him. She needed a glass of wine.
“What are you thinking about?” Bradley asked, breaking her from her train of thought.
“Oh,” she blurted, her cheeks tinging pink at being caught in a trance. “Nothing, just about what I want to eat.”
“You aren’t looking at the menu,” Bradley smirked.
She blinked at him, narrowing her eyes. “Well I can still think, can’t I?” She grabbed for her menu and opened it with a huff, glaring at him from the top of it.
He just gave her a wicked grin back.
~~
Charley was extremely thankful when her wine glass was refilled.
She needed it, unfortunately. The poor girl could not calm her nerves. They had placed their food orders, and Charley wasn’t even sure if she was going to be able to eat. She was nervous. Oh so nervous. She had no reason to be, it was Bradley, but she couldn’t help it.
“How’s your wine?” Bradley asked, taking a sip of his own drink.
“It’s great,” she flushed, taking a sip. “This is my last, but it’s hitting the spot.”
Bradley grinned. “I’m glad.”
He eyed her carefully, and she sheepishly held his gaze, her cheeks pink. He didn’t look like the kind, sweet, silly Bradley that she was used to. He looked intense, like he could swallow her whole. And he honestly might, later. Sure, the Bradley she usually got in the bedroom was controlling and sexy, but she had a feeling she’d unlock something more with him tonight.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, raising a brow at her with a faint smirk on his lips.
“Yeah,” she sighed, taking another sip of her wine. She was just about anything but okay.
“You sure?”
“Mhm.”
He could see through her lies and sense her nerves from a mile away. Which only made her more nervous because Bradley, he liked to watch her squirm, and the smirk that played on his lips was all the indication she needed to know he was aware.
She was glad to get a reprieve when their food arrived, her attention snapping from her boyfriend's annoyingly smug face to the delicious meal in front of her. She still wasn’t very hungry, but she was thankful for a break in the tension between her and Bradley.
“This looks so good,” Bradley groaned, cutting into his steak.
Charley just nodded in agreement, but made no move to eat her own salmon.
A few minutes later, Charley had only taken a couple of small bites from her salmon. Her appetite had yet to make its reappearance, and each bite that she did take made her all the more nauseous. Bradley finally noticed and set his fork down, eyeing her curiously. She shrunk under his gaze.
“Why are you not eating?” He asked.
She chewed at her lip. “I um…,” she started, her cheeks hot. “Not hungry?”
“What?” He laughed in disbelief. “You were starving like an hour ago.”
“I know…,” she chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t know.”
“Charley, baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” She blushed furiously. “I think I’m just a bit nervous? I guess?”
He furrowed his brows. “Nervous? Why are you nervous?”
“This is our nice dinner,” she answered, cringing under his eyes.
He blinked at her a few times before he answered. “It is, yes.” She could see the confusion on his face. “But…I wanted to treat you to a nice dinner.” She smiled at his lack of understanding. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”
“I’m having a great time, promise,” she answered back with a grin. “This is just…our…nice dinner.”
He blinked at her some more, clearly not understanding what she was implying.
She laughed, some of her nerves easing. “I’m nervous about what comes after this.”
“Oh,” he blinked. “Oh.”
She watched the understanding cross over his features. Even though the lighting in the restaurant was dim, she swore she could see a faint blush creep up his cheeks. She nodded at him.
“Char, baby,” he sighed, worry now washing across his face. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. I didn’t take you out to get you in my bed after this.”
“No.”
She blushed and brought a hand to her mouth at her quick, unhesitant answer. She was embarrassed at how eager that sounded.
“Sorry, um,” she cleared her throat. “No, I…want to. Very badly. I’m just nervous, but not in a bad way. It’s like an excited sort of nervousness.”
He nodded his understanding. “I understand, my love.” She watched him cut into another bite of steak. “I’m nervous too, if that helps.”
“Oh, please,” she laughed. “There’s no way.”
“I am,” he said, sincerely. She immediately stopped laughing and frowned at him. She didn’t want him to be nervous, he had nothing to be nervous about.
She realized that he definitely felt the same way about her.
“I want to make you happy,” he finished, grabbing one of her hands in his own.
She frowned at him. “You always make me happy, Bradley.” She squeezed his hand. “Always.”
He squeezed her hand back, smiling at her. But it didn’t last, because his grin immediately turned mischievous. “You’ve never had sex with me, though.”
She laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be just fine.”
“Same goes for you, baby,” he grinned at her. “I’ll make sure we both have a great time.”
“We will, Bradley,” she giggled, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of his knuckles. “Just promise me that just because it’s our first time having sex, you won’t go easy on me.”
The grin he gave her was feline. “Theres no way in hell I’m going easy on you after you wore that dress tonight, Charley.”
Charley couldn’t help the nervous grin that formed on her lips, her cheeks darkening. She reached for the small amount of wine she had left and eagerly finished it, setting her glass back down and licking her lips.
He just shot her a wink.
~~
After she had admitted to her nerves, she had been able to actually eat her food. They laughed and flirted the rest of dinner, and when it was time to leave, Bradley paid the bill and grabbed her hand as they left.
The strappy heels that she had worn were almost unbearable, and the walk back to the car was not one that Charley was looking forward to, no matter how short it was. Her feet were screaming at her, and she tried her best to play it off and not show her discomfort, but nothing got past Bradley.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, stopping on the sidewalk in front of her, concern on his perfect features.
She gave him a smile at his concern. “Nothing, I just absolutely should not have worn these heels.”
He clicked his tongue in disapproval at her, and before she could even react, he was scooping her up in his arms. She squealed and threw her arms around his neck as he carried her – bridal style – back to his car. She laughed at the cheeky smile he gave her and buried her head in his shoulder.
“You do not have to carry me, Bradley,” she laughed.
“And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my lady walk on her sore feet?” He raised a brow at her. “Do you truly think so little of me?”
She laughed at his teasing and kissed his cheek.
Sure enough, the walk was not long, and they were back at his Bronco in no time. He gently set her down and opened her door for her, helping her inside before he made his way over to his side of the car.
The drive home was spent with the windows down, blasting Harry Styles’ discography – yes, Bradley had learned the words. They belted Charley’s favorite songs of his, their voices practically raw from screaming by the time they pulled into Bradley’s parking lot.
He grabbed her bag from his backseat, and they laughed all the way inside – Charley’s heels off of her feet. When they got settled inside, Bradley poured them each a new glass of wine and put on a record. He sat on the couch, one arm sprawled across the back of it, and she came up and curled up next to him. They joked and laughed with each other as they sipped their wine, the drink doing its job at eliminating nerves.
Most of Charley’s nerves had been at bay since dinner, but making it back to Bradley’s apartment had made some of them return. But she loved him so much that nerves stood no chance between the two of them.
Soon enough, the wine was gone, and instead of laughing, the two were making out, hands in hair, teeth clashing, and panting. Charley’s hands cupped Bradley’s face, and one of his was on her waist while the other was holding the back of her neck, keeping her at his desired angle.
She was breathless from their kissing, panting into his mouth as he tugged her onto his lap. She sank down on it, feeling him hard beneath her. She whined into their kiss, grinding her hips down into his to create friction for them both. He let out a low groan at her movements, one of his large hands sliding down her back and gripping her ass, pulling at the flesh there. He tugged the rest of her dress up to her waist, and brought his hand back down on her ass in a firm slap.
She yelped at the contact, but it only made her wetter – mortifyingly so – and she ground herself down onto him harder. He kept a firm grip on her ass, using his hands to help her move on top of him until they were both a panting mess. She remembered the lingerie that she had bought earlier in the day, and with a lot of hesitation, she pulled herself away from him and slid off of his lap.
He gave her a confused look as he licked his lips, and his messy hair, pink cheeks, and wet lips almost had her climbing right back on top of him, lingerie be damned. But she willed herself to blow him a kiss and saunter off, with a promise that she’d be right back. He growled at her to not be too long, and the rawness of his voice had her running off to change as fast as possible.
She easily laced up the corset, tying the bows delicately and slipping on the matching “underwear” – if you could even call them that. The split down the middle felt awkward to her, but she knew that they were serving their purpose. She slipped on white lacy stockings as well, and touched up her makeup slightly, even though it was bound to be ruined soon enough. With one final look at herself in the mirror, she blushed, and headed back out to where Bradley was.
He was still sitting on the couch, one of his arms draped across the back again, and when he heard her coming back into the room, his head whipped around to look at her.
His eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw her, and when she stood in front of him and let him rake his eyes up and down her – slowly – she watched his eyes darken. His eyes finally flicked back up to hers and he swallowed. She squirmed under his eyes, biting her lip and hoping he’d say something soon.
He ran his hand over his mouth and blinked, as if he was in complete and utter shock. “Wow,” he rasped, his voice raw.
“Do you like it?” She asked, meekly, looking down at herself.
“Like it?” He clicked his tongue. “No, baby, I love it. You look so beautiful. Come here.”
She did, she walked over to him and reclaimed her spot on his lap, smiling when his hands immediately found her skin, sliding up and down her sides and thumbing over her breasts as he took her in. He breathed hard and swallowed again, as if his mouth had gone dry. He looked back at her, and she could see just how pink his cheeks were.
“You look so beautiful, Charley,” he blushed.
She blushed back, smiling at him. “Thank you.”
One of his hands slid up to the back of her neck and he pulled her in, smothering her with a soft kiss. It was way softer than the kisses they had shared before she had put on her ensemble. But soon, they weren’t soft anymore. They found the rhythm they had lost again, easily falling back into a pattern of breathless kisses with one another. Charley was whining into his mouth and he was panting into hers, her hips grinding down into his again. But because of the split in her underwear, her center was exposed, and she was so wet that she had made a wet spot on his pants.
She looked down at the mess she had made, and breathlessly looked back up at him, her lips swollen and glossy and her eyes blown out with lust. “I’m sorry,” she breathed.
A smooth smirk glided across his face as he looked at where she had dripped onto his pants, and when he met her gaze again, goosebumps formed on her skin. “Made a mess, huh, Charley?”
“I didn’t mean to,” she whined. “The underwear…it doesn’t cover me–”
She was cut off when his hand slid around her ass and found her from behind, slipping two large fingers into her at once. She gasped and lurched forward on his lap, her hands immediately moving to grab at his arms to steady herself. She laid her head on his shoulder and arched her back slightly, giving him easier access.
She moved her hips with his hands and moaned into his shoulder. She could hear him panting above her, the sound muffled over the sound of how wet she was as he fucked his fingers into her.
His fingers expertly hit a sweet spot inside of her, pummelling her closer and closer to that euphoria that only he was able to invoke. It wasn’t going to take much, considering she was so wound up from dinner and already turned on beyond belief. She’d been dripping for him all day, thinking about this moment. Under all of her nerves was a profound level of excitement, and he was keenly aware of it.
He knew she was close the louder and more frequent her moans got, and when she started clenching around him over and over again. He sped up his pace, jamming into her spot repeatedly until she saw stars and finished on his fingers. She was breathless as he helped her down, and when he retracted his fingers and looked at her, he cursed under his breath at the beautiful mess she was.
She wasn’t tired by any means, and her blown out eyes and swollen lips were all the indication of that. She reached for his hand – the one that had just been inside of her – and brought it up to her lips, sticking his fingers in her mouth to clean them off. She held eye contact with him the whole time, and he watched her with parted lips and a flush on his cheeks. She just looked at him sweetly and gave him a sly smile when she removed his fingers from her mouth. He was breathless when she sat up straighter and gave him a kiss on his lips. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist and he groaned into her mouth.
“Take me to bed,” she whispered to him, her arms looping around his neck as they kissed.
The smile he answered her with was wicked, but he did just that. He scooped her off of the couch, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist, and carried them to his bedroom.
He kicked the door open with his foot before crossing the threshold and gently laying Charley back onto his bed. He paused to look at her, her hair fanned out behind her, her eyes sparkling, a smile on her lips, and her chest rising and falling with her breaths. He leaned down and kissed her, before standing back up and taking his suit jacket and undershirt off.
Charley was offended that he didn’t ask for her help getting undressed, so she took it upon herself to sit up and reach for his pants, unbuttoning them and shoving them down his thighs, leaving him only in his black boxers. He laughed at her impatience, but once he was stripped down to his boxers, he climbed back over her on the bed, pressing her into the mattress with kisses. Kisses on her lips, kisses on her neck, kisses on her collarbone, and kisses on her chest.
She laughed and squirmed under him, her laughs turning into moans as he sucked at the sensitive spots on her skin. His hands ran up and down her sides and over her corset, and his mouth kissed her breasts over the fabric.
“I don’t want to take this off,” he breathed, nodding down to her lingerie set.
“Keep the bottoms on,” she huffed, moving to undo the ribbons holding her corset together.
He swatted her hands away and went to work himself, fiddling with those same ribbons. When he got them undone and her corset slid off of her, he flung it across the room and groaned as he watched her nipples peak at the cool air in the room. Her hands moved up to cup them and she gave them a squeeze, smirking when his mouth dropped open and he moved her hands to the side, taking her breasts in his own hands.
He palmed them in his hands, his thumbs running over her nipples and loving the way they pebbled under his fingers. She arched into him, subtly trying to rub her thighs together to ease the tension.
He removed his hand from one of them, replacing it with his lips, sucking her nipple in his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. She let out soft whimpers at his ministrations, her hands reaching up and twisting into his hair. He grunted in pleasure at the feeling of her fingers on his head, and flicked his list filled eyes up to hers, eyeing her with a hunger that sent a chill down her spine.
He moved to put his mouth on her other nipple, giving it the same attention. The ache between Charley’s thighs was getting worse by the second, and she needed him desperately. She’d waited and been so patient for this day, and she was ready.
“Bradley,” she pleaded. His eyes flicked up to hers and he smirked a little at her. “Please.”
“Please what?” He asked, popping off of her nipple to move back up to her. He kissed her lightly, nipping at her bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”
She tried to glare at him, but she wanted him too bad to tease. “I want you,” she breathed, breathless as he kissed down her neck.
“Want me to what?”
She huffed then, gripping at his shoulders as his hands ran up and down her sides while he kissed along her jaw. “Bradley.”
He looked up at her with a smirk. “Charley.” He kept his hands on her waist and quirked a brow at her. She just scowled. “Tell me what you want.”
She grumbled at him, but rolled her eyes and relented. “I want you to…,” she blushed, turning her face away from him. He didn’t like that, so he moved a hand and gripped her chin, turning her face back to him. She blushed furiously. “I want you to fuck me.”
He grinned at her, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “See? That wasn’t hard.”
She rolled her eyes at his smugness. “Then do it.”
Something dangerous sparked in his eyes at her remark, and he moved quickly to bend her knees back, spreading her open. He ground his hips into hers, reveling in the way she moaned. She was still sticky and wet between her thighs, the seams of the crotchless panties soaked through.
A hand of his wound around her throat and he squeezed lightly, making her whine. “Don’t be a brat,” he mused.
“Please,” she mewled, her hands fisting in the sheets. “Please, Bradley, I need–”
“I know what you need,” he cut her off, sealing her lips with a kiss.
Her breathing got heavier as he trailed his kisses down her neck and then further. They traced over her collarbones, and back over the nipples he had paid attention to just minutes ago, and then down her stomach before stopping over where she needed him most.
She arched her back slightly, urging him to keep going. His eyes were blown out and his lips wet as he took in the sight of her below him. She was wetter than she probably ever had been, all red and swollen for him. He cursed under his breath and placed his hands on her thighs, spreading her out even more for him.
“So perfect, Char,” he mused, kissing the inside of her thigh. She jolted lightly at the contact, restless under him as she waited for him to give her what she wanted.
She was about to beg him more, but it seemed she didn’t have to, because she let out a loud, wanton moan as he finally put his mouth where she needed it. Her hands immediately flew back to his hair, fisting at what she could as he nosed at her clit. His tongue lapped up her slit and she was completely helpless under him.
When he worked his way back up and sucked her clit into her mouth, she lost it. She got impossibly wetter, and he groaned against her, savoring the taste of her. She knew she wouldn’t last long, and for that she was grateful because she wanted to get to the main act as quickly as possible.
“Bradley,” she moaned. “I’m not going to last.”
He smiled against her, and she went limp when she felt his fingers prod her entrance while he continued to lap at her clit. He pushed two in at once, and she arched off of the mattress, opening her mouth in a silent moan. Much like he had done earlier, he crooked them in just the right way, hitting the spot inside of her that made her see stars.
Her toes clenched as he worked her to the edge, and she drew her hands up to her tits, squeezing her nipples between her fingers for more stimulation. He saw what she was doing and groaned against her. She didn’t miss the way he ground his hips into the mattress.
“Fuck, Charley,” he moaned. “Come for me, please.”
And she did.
He looked at her flushed and breathless as she came, his mouth agape and his eyes dilated. He worked her through it, coaxing every drop out of her until she was trembling beneath him.
But she gave him no time to regain his composure, because as soon as she was finished and he was leaning towards her to kiss and dote on her, she was grabbing him and grinding her hips into hers.
“Please, Bradley, please,” she just about cried. “Please, pl–”
“Shh,” he shushed her, placing a tender kiss on her lips. He laughed lightly at her impatience. “I’ve got you.”
“Please, Bradley,” she whined, her hands moving down his tan torso and to his boxers, fiddling with the top of them to try and push them off.
He let her shove them off, and he finished by shoving them down his thighs and kicking them onto the floor. When he was finally free and she saw how hard he was, she moaned and cant her hips up, rubbing her wet slit on his length. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned, stilling her hips and pushing her knees further apart to make room for himself.
He tapped his red tip on her swollen center a couple times, each time rewarded with a jolt from her as he tapped her clit. She propped up on her elbows so that she could watch him and chewed her bottom lip between her teeth.
His eyes were glossed over as he made eye contact with her. “Are you sure?”
It warmed her heart that he wanted her complete consent before they went any further. She gave him a small smile. “Yes.”
With her consent, he pushed forward.
~~
The feeling of Bradley inside of her was unlike anything she had ever known.
He filled her up so completely, as if the two of them were made for each other. When he bottomed out inside of her, both of them groaned at the feeling. He nudged a spot in her that had her keening, so deep and so tender. She had never felt that spot before.
She tried to grind her hips against his to keep that spot stimulated, but his hands immediately flew to her hips to keep them still.
“Bradley,” she whined, fighting against his hold.
He tilted his head back with his eyes squeezed shut. When he looked back at her he looked drunk off of her. “You feel so good, Charley.”
She whined and fisted at the sheets, moving her heels to his back and trying to push him forwards. “Oh, Bradley,” she clenched her eyes shut. “Please, please.”
He nodded at her before moving back a couple more inches and sliding back in. She saw stars as he glided in and out of her, setting a slow but intense rhythm.
They grasped at each other, moaning softly as they got used to this new, euphoric, feeling of one another. He sped up with each thrust, and each time he pulled back out, he pulled out further, slamming back in deeper and harder. She was a mess beneath him, grasping at him, the sheets, and anything within her reach as he fucked into her.
“So perfect, baby,” he groaned, folding her knees back further, hitting an even deeper spot.
“So good, Bradley,” she cried. “Please don’t stop, please–”
He grunted and sped up, plowing into her so hard that she became incomprehensible. She moaned wantonly, her eyes rolled back into her head. He slid his hands up her abdomen and found her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs, enjoying the way she flinched at the feeling.
The sounds of their bodies moving together was lewd, and if Charley wasn’t so lost in the pleasure he was giving her she would blush from embarrassment. But she had never felt so good in her life. Once again, she was rapidly approaching her orgasm, and by the way he cursed as she clenched around him, she knew he could tell.
“You like it, Charley?” He growled.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, a tear sliding down her cheek at how good she felt. “So deep, so big.”
“Going to come so soon?”
“Yes, yes, Bradley, please–”
“Come,” he ordered, fucking her relentlessly.
When she came undone around him she let out a silent scream, her entire body tensing and twitching as she reached the most euphoric high she’s ever experienced.
It didn’t take him long to reach his orgasm either, stilling inside of her as he came. He groaned and cursed into her neck as they both caught their breath, and once he came to – somewhat – he peppered kisses all over her face.
After laying there with her for a minute and kissing her lovingly as they both recovered slightly, he pulled out of her and rolled them both on their sides, spooning her from behind. She sighed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her, perfectly content.
“I love you, Char,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She smiled and snuggled into him, turning herself around so that she could see him. “I love you too, Bradley.”
Charley had never felt so loved and cared for in her life, and it only got better when he ran her a bath and bathed her afterwards.
~~
A few days later, Bradley and Charley got drinks with the Dagger Squad at The Hard Deck.
Things between her and Bradley had been great, even better than before, and Charley hadn’t thought that possible. She’d been utterly insatiable after her first time lying with him, that she had begged him for it (not that she needed to) every night since. He had happily given it to her.
She could tell that she had a certain glow about her. One that read she was being well taken care of in her relationship, but she didn’t think anyone else would be able to see that.
And then Phoenix walked into the bar.
Nat’s eyes immediately flicked to hers where she was standing next to Bradley, one arm looped between his and the other nursing her beer. She watched as Phoenix slid her eyes over where she was gripped onto Bradley’s arm and then back over her, taking in her appearance. She blushed and gave her friend a glare when Phoenix smirked at her.
Once Nat got her drink, she walked over to where her and Bradley were, and Charley could tell by the mischievous glint in her friend's eye that she was up to no good.
“Hey, Nat,” Bradley grinned, pulling his fellow aviator in for a hug.
She hugged him back and then pulled back with a smile, flicking her eyes over to Charley before looking back to him. “Brad,” she winked. “Why don’t you go over there and talk to the guys. I want to have girl talk with your lady.”
Bradley looked between the two of them with amused confusion, a smirk pulling at his lips. Charley blushed. “Uhhh…okay?” He laughed lightly. “I’ll be over there if you need me,” he said to Charley, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
He walked off, and she turned her gaze to Phoenix, who was grinning mischievously at her. She rolled her eyes.
“Well?” Phoenix questioned, wiggling her brows. “Did you guys…fuck?”
Charley’s face reddened even more. “Phoenix!”
“What?” Her friend laughed. “You know I have to ask!”
Charley huffed, running her fingers through her hair as she blushed. “Of course we did.”
Phoenix squealed and clapped her hands together, grabbing Charley by the shoulders and lightly shaking her. Charley just shook her head and laughed, rolling her eyes again.
“And how was it?” Nat prodded.
“Phoenix,” Charley groaned.
“Charley,” Phoenix mocked. “I want the details.”
Charley just huffed out a laugh, but ended up giving into her friend. Nat was very enthusiastic about the story, and begged Charley not to spare any details. She frowned when Charley did leave out the explicit details.
~~
“So, what was Phoenix wanting to talk to you about?” Bradley asked her on their way back to his place.
Charley smiled as she looked out the window of his Bronco. “Nothing,” she shrugged. “Just girl stuff.”
~~
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Synopsis: Bradley and Charley have sex for the first time.
Warnings: This is pure smut, so if you are not 18 years of age, this is absolutely not for you. MDNI!!!!!!!! Also not as well proofread as normal, so I apologize if there are any errors.
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“I don’t know what I’m supposed to wear tonight.”
Charley huffed as she shoved through the various clothing racks around the store, on the hunt for an outfit suitable for her date with Bradley later.
Her and Nat had spent the day together, and they had ended up at the mall. Phoenix was determined to help Charley find something, but she wasn’t confident in her fashion skills in the slightest.
“Aren’t you just going to dinner?” Nat asked a very concentrated Charley, her brows pinched together as she carded through the clothes.
“Yeah, but it’s special,” Charley sighed. “He wants to go somewhere nice, and I want to wear something sort of sexy.”
“Please,” Phoenix rolled her eyes. “Rooster will find you sexy in just about anything.”
“I know, but tonight’s special, and I want to feel good,” she shrugged, a faint blush painting her cheeks.
Phoenix’s eyes lit up delightedly. “Are you trying to get laid?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Keep your voice down!” Charley whisper-shouted, her face hot as she glared at her friend.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Nat smirked. “But seriously, Char, I don’t think you have to convince Bradshaw to have sex with you.”
Charley huffed and looked back up at Nat, her cheeks crimson. “Yeah, but, it’s special.” She lowered her voice, “We haven’t…” she trailed off, lowering her eyes at Phoenix and raising her eyebrows.
Phoenix puzzledly looked at her for a minute before it clicked. When it did, her eyes widened and she gasped, covering her mouth so as to not be too loud. It didn’t work.
“You guys haven’t fucked yet?”
“Phoenix!” Charley whisper-shouted again, more aggressively. She glanced around and saw a few people giving them weird looks.
“Sorry! Sorry,” Phoenix raised her hands in surrender. “That’s just wild, Char. Why not?”
Charley thought back to the conversation she had with her boyfriend a few weeks ago, right before he was about to go on that terrifying mission. He’d had her in his lap and they had been making out before things got hot, and hands had started to wander. He had stopped her, and told her that he wouldn’t be properly taking her to bed until he treated her to a nice dinner – after he had taken somewhat of his time with her.
Up until this point, they had done everything but have actual sex, and it was driving Charley mad. But she knew tonight was it. She knew he’d be taking her to bed tonight. She could hardly wait, and her anxiety was through the roof – but in a good way.
“He wanted to wait until he ‘properly took me out,’ he said,” she shrugged, smiling a bit.
As horny as the pilot made her, and how aggravating it was to not get what she wanted when every nerve ending in her body was screaming for it, she loved her boyfriend more for his dedication to showing her what truly mattered to him.
Her.
Phoenix scoffed, a small smile playing at her lips. “He must love the fuck out of you.”
Nat had known a completely different Bradley when they had been at the Academy together. He wasn’t a downright man-whore, or whatever, but he definitely had a way with the ladies, and he was never short on his nighttime excursions. Phoenix had never known him to wait to have sex with someone. Then again, she’d never really seen him commit to someone the way he’s committed to Charley either.
Charley just blushed and smiled, looking down at the ground. “I mean I hope he does. He says he does.”
“Sex was like, a hobby of his when we went to the Academy together,” Nat continued, following Charley as she walked to another section of the store they were in.
“I do not want to know about his past sex life,” Charley groaned. “I’m sure he had his fun. He gets looks from other women every time we go somewhere.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t jumped his bones yet,” Phoenix laughed.
“I tried,” she exclaimed. “He was the one to say that we needed to wait.”
“What?” Nat gasped, coming to a stop. “That’s unbelievable. He literally would have fucked anything back at the Academy.”
Charley gave her friend a pointed look and pursed her lips. Charley didn’t know the exact number of past lovers that Bradley had – and she didn’t want or need to – but she also knew that Phoenix was being dramatic. Sure, Bradley had had his fun, but the real ‘slut’ of the Dagger Squad is Hangman.
“Okay, I’m being a bit dramatic,” Phoenix laughed. “But the ladies swooned over him back in the day.”
“Back in the day?” Charley gawked. “No, they still do. I have to make it obvious how taken he is every time we’re in public.”
Phoenix just laughed, and the two continued their shopping. Charley finally found a dress she felt good enough to wear. It was red, stopped about mid-thigh, and was silk with a plunged neckline. It also had an open back. Phoenix had whistled when she came out of the fitting room to get an opinion.
Nat had somehow convinced her to go to Victoria’s Secret also. Charley had never been one to own lingerie, and she never really thought to buy any, but she couldn’t deny the excitement she felt as she looked at all of the different sets and imagined wearing them for Bradley.
After a lot of consideration and convincing from her fighter pilot friend, Charley finally settled on a set. She didn’t get anything too over the top, but she did get something she felt pretty in. It was a pink lace corset top with matching lace bottoms. The barely there bottoms split down the middle, making for…easy access…and Charley had blushed furiously when she held them up to look at them.
They’d do great for their intended purpose.
~~
Charley had dropped Phoenix off and then headed back to Penny’s. Her and Bradley were talking about finding an apartment together, but for now, she was still with Penny.
Amelia was really hoping she didn’t move out.
The two were always together – except for when Charley was with Bradley – and both of them were really going to miss that if she moved in with Bradley. But moving in with Bradley was something that excited Charley to no end, and if they could find a place, they would definitely be taking it. The Navy had given Bradley a temporary, 6-month apartment while he found something, and Charley was always over there anyways.
Besides, her father would definitely be moving in with Penny soon, and Charley didn’t want to live in a house that full. Especially when her bedroom was just a glorified office space.
“Hey, hon,” Penny greeted as Charley walked in the kitchen, toeing off her shoes. She was making dinner and Amelia was sitting at the island doing homework. “How was shopping?”
“Good,” Charley smiled, setting her bags on the counter. “I found a dress to wear to the dinner Bradley has planned for tonight.”
"Oh, yay!” Penny exclaimed. “He stopped by earlier too.” She winked.
Charley pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side. “He did?”
“Mhm,” Penny smirked. “Go check your room.”
Raising a brow at Penny, Charley turned and grabbed her bags, heading out of the kitchen and making her way towards her bedroom. Her door was closed, which was the first sign that he had been in there, because she always kept her door open – except for when she was sleeping. She carefully opened it, as if she was scared something was going to jump out at her from the other side.
She quickly smiled, though, as she took in the sight of her dresser. On the top of it sat a pretty glass vase full of red roses. She walked inside and set her bags down and sauntered over to the flowers, smiling when she touched them. She noticed the card that came with them, too, and laughed lightly as she went to read it.
Charley,
I can’t wait to see you tonight.
All my love,
Bradley
She smiled and shook her head as she read it, blush rising on her cheeks. She felt so lucky to have Bradley in her life. Yes, he had always been there, but it was different now that he was her boyfriend.
She moved towards her bed and flopped down on it, smiling with a fuzzy feeling in her heart.
~~
Bradley had picked her up in his Bronco at eight p.m. sharp. Just as he’d promised.
She had packed her overnight bag – including her new lingerie that she’d be wearing later – and had gotten ready with her new dress. Penny had helped her do her hair and makeup, and she had made Charley blush the entire time because she kept making suggestive comments. Her final look was a slicked back ponytail with a smoky eye and red lip – matching her dress.
Bradley stepped out of his car to greet her, and she immediately soaked in what he was wearing. He had on a crisp black suit with matching black dress shoes, but his tie was a deep red, almost the same color as her dress.
She smiled as she walked towards him, and she didn’t miss the way his eyes raked up and down her body. She blushed under his eyes, but gave him a kiss on the cheek when she reached him. His hands easily found her waist, and when she finished kissing his cheek, he leaned down to plant a firm kiss on her lips.
“We sort of match!” She beamed, gesturing to the color of her dress and the color of his tie.
He laughed at her comment but nodded in agreement, and took her bag from her hands, placing it in the backseat of the car. He opened the passenger side door for her and helped her inside. She grimaced when it was harder for her to get inside – she had worn heels and they were thin and strappy, making all of her movements more difficult.
When he got in the car himself, he looked at her one more time, licking his lips. She blushed. “You look incredible, baby,” he crooned, his voice raw.
“Thank you,” she blushed. “You look handsome too, Bradshaw.”
He looked down at her lips before leaning in and crashing his lips with hers once more. She laughed into it before sighing, melting into his ministrations. She only let them enjoy each other for a few minutes before she was lightly pushing his chest away.
“Okay,” she breathed, a small laugh escaping her lips. “We have to actually make it to dinner.”
He shrugged. “Or we don’t.” A smirk toyed at his lips.
“Yes we do, Rooster,” she glared, failing miserably to keep a smile from forming. “I didn’t get this dolled up to stay home.”
He laughed. “Of course we’re going to dinner, baby.” He placed one more chaste kiss on her lips. “Even though I can think of a lot of things I would rather do right now.”
She blushed furiously and tried not to sink into her seat. “Just drive, Bradshaw.”
His laugh carried them all the way to dinner.
~~
Bradley had definitely gone all out for this dinner.
He had taken her to a nice restaurant in the heart of San Francisco, and to say it was fancy was an understatement. Chandeliers hung above every table, and the combination of the velvet and glossy wooden floors complimented the green and gold color scheme throughout the place. The bar was massive, placed on top of a platform. It curved into a half circle and had about twelve seats, each filled, with two bartenders working.
The host led the two of them towards the back to a more secluded booth, and Charley got cited at the sight of it. The seats were the same velvet fabric as parts of the floor, and they were accented with gold. It was tucked in the back corner, the lighting low, creating a romantic ambience that had Charley swooning.
“This place is lovely,” Charley gawked, sliding into the seat across from Bradley. “Where did you find it?”
“I’ve had some dinners with the Navy here before our balls,” he answered. “It’s good.”
Charley nodded at him, more focused on the way he looked under the dim lighting. It made his eyes darker, removing that sweet gaze he always seemed to hold. She had been a fit of butterflies all day over this very date, but she was especially nervous now, as she watched Bradley scan his menu, his brows furrowed.
There was an unspoken understanding between the two of them, regarding what would be taking place after this date. They had both held out from having sex with one another for so long, but tonight they’d finally get what they were both desperate for.
She squirmed in her seat, chewing on her bottom lip as her body heated up. But she shook her head and willed herself to calm down. She still had to make it through dinner before she was able to pounce on him. She needed a glass of wine.
“What are you thinking about?” Bradley asked, breaking her from her train of thought.
“Oh,” she blurted, her cheeks tinging pink at being caught in a trance. “Nothing, just about what I want to eat.”
“You aren’t looking at the menu,” Bradley smirked.
She blinked at him, narrowing her eyes. “Well I can still think, can’t I?” She grabbed for her menu and opened it with a huff, glaring at him from the top of it.
He just gave her a wicked grin back.
~~
Charley was extremely thankful when her wine glass was refilled.
She needed it, unfortunately. The poor girl could not calm her nerves. They had placed their food orders, and Charley wasn’t even sure if she was going to be able to eat. She was nervous. Oh so nervous. She had no reason to be, it was Bradley, but she couldn’t help it.
“How’s your wine?” Bradley asked, taking a sip of his own drink.
“It’s great,” she flushed, taking a sip. “This is my last, but it’s hitting the spot.”
Bradley grinned. “I’m glad.”
He eyed her carefully, and she sheepishly held his gaze, her cheeks pink. He didn’t look like the kind, sweet, silly Bradley that she was used to. He looked intense, like he could swallow her whole. And he honestly might, later. Sure, the Bradley she usually got in the bedroom was controlling and sexy, but she had a feeling she’d unlock something more with him tonight.
“Are you okay, baby?” He asked, raising a brow at her with a faint smirk on his lips.
“Yeah,” she sighed, taking another sip of her wine. She was just about anything but okay.
“You sure?”
“Mhm.”
He could see through her lies and sense her nerves from a mile away. Which only made her more nervous because Bradley, he liked to watch her squirm, and the smirk that played on his lips was all the indication she needed to know he was aware.
She was glad to get a reprieve when their food arrived, her attention snapping from her boyfriend's annoyingly smug face to the delicious meal in front of her. She still wasn’t very hungry, but she was thankful for a break in the tension between her and Bradley.
“This looks so good,” Bradley groaned, cutting into his steak.
Charley just nodded in agreement, but made no move to eat her own salmon.
A few minutes later, Charley had only taken a couple of small bites from her salmon. Her appetite had yet to make its reappearance, and each bite that she did take made her all the more nauseous. Bradley finally noticed and set his fork down, eyeing her curiously. She shrunk under his gaze.
“Why are you not eating?” He asked.
She chewed at her lip. “I um…,” she started, her cheeks hot. “Not hungry?”
“What?” He laughed in disbelief. “You were starving like an hour ago.”
“I know…,” she chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t know.”
“Charley, baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” She blushed furiously. “I think I’m just a bit nervous? I guess?”
He furrowed his brows. “Nervous? Why are you nervous?”
“This is our nice dinner,” she answered, cringing under his eyes.
He blinked at her a few times before he answered. “It is, yes.” She could see the confusion on his face. “But…I wanted to treat you to a nice dinner.” She smiled at his lack of understanding. “I want you to enjoy yourself.”
“I’m having a great time, promise,” she answered back with a grin. “This is just…our…nice dinner.”
He blinked at her some more, clearly not understanding what she was implying.
She laughed, some of her nerves easing. “I’m nervous about what comes after this.”
“Oh,” he blinked. “Oh.”
She watched the understanding cross over his features. Even though the lighting in the restaurant was dim, she swore she could see a faint blush creep up his cheeks. She nodded at him.
“Char, baby,” he sighed, worry now washing across his face. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to. I didn’t take you out to get you in my bed after this.”
“No.”
She blushed and brought a hand to her mouth at her quick, unhesitant answer. She was embarrassed at how eager that sounded.
“Sorry, um,” she cleared her throat. “No, I…want to. Very badly. I’m just nervous, but not in a bad way. It’s like an excited sort of nervousness.”
He nodded his understanding. “I understand, my love.” She watched him cut into another bite of steak. “I’m nervous too, if that helps.”
“Oh, please,” she laughed. “There’s no way.”
“I am,” he said, sincerely. She immediately stopped laughing and frowned at him. She didn’t want him to be nervous, he had nothing to be nervous about.
She realized that he definitely felt the same way about her.
“I want to make you happy,” he finished, grabbing one of her hands in his own.
She frowned at him. “You always make me happy, Bradley.” She squeezed his hand. “Always.”
He squeezed her hand back, smiling at her. But it didn’t last, because his grin immediately turned mischievous. “You’ve never had sex with me, though.”
She laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be just fine.”
“Same goes for you, baby,” he grinned at her. “I’ll make sure we both have a great time.”
“We will, Bradley,” she giggled, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to the back of his knuckles. “Just promise me that just because it’s our first time having sex, you won’t go easy on me.”
The grin he gave her was feline. “Theres no way in hell I’m going easy on you after you wore that dress tonight, Charley.”
Charley couldn’t help the nervous grin that formed on her lips, her cheeks darkening. She reached for the small amount of wine she had left and eagerly finished it, setting her glass back down and licking her lips.
He just shot her a wink.
~~
After she had admitted to her nerves, she had been able to actually eat her food. They laughed and flirted the rest of dinner, and when it was time to leave, Bradley paid the bill and grabbed her hand as they left.
The strappy heels that she had worn were almost unbearable, and the walk back to the car was not one that Charley was looking forward to, no matter how short it was. Her feet were screaming at her, and she tried her best to play it off and not show her discomfort, but nothing got past Bradley.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, stopping on the sidewalk in front of her, concern on his perfect features.
She gave him a smile at his concern. “Nothing, I just absolutely should not have worn these heels.”
He clicked his tongue in disapproval at her, and before she could even react, he was scooping her up in his arms. She squealed and threw her arms around his neck as he carried her – bridal style – back to his car. She laughed at the cheeky smile he gave her and buried her head in his shoulder.
“You do not have to carry me, Bradley,” she laughed.
“And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my lady walk on her sore feet?” He raised a brow at her. “Do you truly think so little of me?”
She laughed at his teasing and kissed his cheek.
Sure enough, the walk was not long, and they were back at his Bronco in no time. He gently set her down and opened her door for her, helping her inside before he made his way over to his side of the car.
The drive home was spent with the windows down, blasting Harry Styles’ discography – yes, Bradley had learned the words. They belted Charley’s favorite songs of his, their voices practically raw from screaming by the time they pulled into Bradley’s parking lot.
He grabbed her bag from his backseat, and they laughed all the way inside – Charley’s heels off of her feet. When they got settled inside, Bradley poured them each a new glass of wine and put on a record. He sat on the couch, one arm sprawled across the back of it, and she came up and curled up next to him. They joked and laughed with each other as they sipped their wine, the drink doing its job at eliminating nerves.
Most of Charley’s nerves had been at bay since dinner, but making it back to Bradley’s apartment had made some of them return. But she loved him so much that nerves stood no chance between the two of them.
Soon enough, the wine was gone, and instead of laughing, the two were making out, hands in hair, teeth clashing, and panting. Charley’s hands cupped Bradley’s face, and one of his was on her waist while the other was holding the back of her neck, keeping her at his desired angle.
She was breathless from their kissing, panting into his mouth as he tugged her onto his lap. She sank down on it, feeling him hard beneath her. She whined into their kiss, grinding her hips down into his to create friction for them both. He let out a low groan at her movements, one of his large hands sliding down her back and gripping her ass, pulling at the flesh there. He tugged the rest of her dress up to her waist, and brought his hand back down on her ass in a firm slap.
She yelped at the contact, but it only made her wetter – mortifyingly so – and she ground herself down onto him harder. He kept a firm grip on her ass, using his hands to help her move on top of him until they were both a panting mess. She remembered the lingerie that she had bought earlier in the day, and with a lot of hesitation, she pulled herself away from him and slid off of his lap.
He gave her a confused look as he licked his lips, and his messy hair, pink cheeks, and wet lips almost had her climbing right back on top of him, lingerie be damned. But she willed herself to blow him a kiss and saunter off, with a promise that she’d be right back. He growled at her to not be too long, and the rawness of his voice had her running off to change as fast as possible.
She easily laced up the corset, tying the bows delicately and slipping on the matching “underwear” – if you could even call them that. The split down the middle felt awkward to her, but she knew that they were serving their purpose. She slipped on white lacy stockings as well, and touched up her makeup slightly, even though it was bound to be ruined soon enough. With one final look at herself in the mirror, she blushed, and headed back out to where Bradley was.
He was still sitting on the couch, one of his arms draped across the back again, and when he heard her coming back into the room, his head whipped around to look at her.
His eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw her, and when she stood in front of him and let him rake his eyes up and down her – slowly – she watched his eyes darken. His eyes finally flicked back up to hers and he swallowed. She squirmed under his eyes, biting her lip and hoping he’d say something soon.
He ran his hand over his mouth and blinked, as if he was in complete and utter shock. “Wow,” he rasped, his voice raw.
“Do you like it?” She asked, meekly, looking down at herself.
“Like it?” He clicked his tongue. “No, baby, I love it. You look so beautiful. Come here.”
She did, she walked over to him and reclaimed her spot on his lap, smiling when his hands immediately found her skin, sliding up and down her sides and thumbing over her breasts as he took her in. He breathed hard and swallowed again, as if his mouth had gone dry. He looked back at her, and she could see just how pink his cheeks were.
“You look so beautiful, Charley,” he blushed.
She blushed back, smiling at him. “Thank you.”
One of his hands slid up to the back of her neck and he pulled her in, smothering her with a soft kiss. It was way softer than the kisses they had shared before she had put on her ensemble. But soon, they weren’t soft anymore. They found the rhythm they had lost again, easily falling back into a pattern of breathless kisses with one another. Charley was whining into his mouth and he was panting into hers, her hips grinding down into his again. But because of the split in her underwear, her center was exposed, and she was so wet that she had made a wet spot on his pants.
She looked down at the mess she had made, and breathlessly looked back up at him, her lips swollen and glossy and her eyes blown out with lust. “I’m sorry,” she breathed.
A smooth smirk glided across his face as he looked at where she had dripped onto his pants, and when he met her gaze again, goosebumps formed on her skin. “Made a mess, huh, Charley?”
“I didn’t mean to,” she whined. “The underwear…it doesn’t cover me–”
She was cut off when his hand slid around her ass and found her from behind, slipping two large fingers into her at once. She gasped and lurched forward on his lap, her hands immediately moving to grab at his arms to steady herself. She laid her head on his shoulder and arched her back slightly, giving him easier access.
She moved her hips with his hands and moaned into his shoulder. She could hear him panting above her, the sound muffled over the sound of how wet she was as he fucked his fingers into her.
His fingers expertly hit a sweet spot inside of her, pummelling her closer and closer to that euphoria that only he was able to invoke. It wasn’t going to take much, considering she was so wound up from dinner and already turned on beyond belief. She’d been dripping for him all day, thinking about this moment. Under all of her nerves was a profound level of excitement, and he was keenly aware of it.
He knew she was close the louder and more frequent her moans got, and when she started clenching around him over and over again. He sped up his pace, jamming into her spot repeatedly until she saw stars and finished on his fingers. She was breathless as he helped her down, and when he retracted his fingers and looked at her, he cursed under his breath at the beautiful mess she was.
She wasn’t tired by any means, and her blown out eyes and swollen lips were all the indication of that. She reached for his hand – the one that had just been inside of her – and brought it up to her lips, sticking his fingers in her mouth to clean them off. She held eye contact with him the whole time, and he watched her with parted lips and a flush on his cheeks. She just looked at him sweetly and gave him a sly smile when she removed his fingers from her mouth. He was breathless when she sat up straighter and gave him a kiss on his lips. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist and he groaned into her mouth.
“Take me to bed,” she whispered to him, her arms looping around his neck as they kissed.
The smile he answered her with was wicked, but he did just that. He scooped her off of the couch, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist, and carried them to his bedroom.
He kicked the door open with his foot before crossing the threshold and gently laying Charley back onto his bed. He paused to look at her, her hair fanned out behind her, her eyes sparkling, a smile on her lips, and her chest rising and falling with her breaths. He leaned down and kissed her, before standing back up and taking his suit jacket and undershirt off.
Charley was offended that he didn’t ask for her help getting undressed, so she took it upon herself to sit up and reach for his pants, unbuttoning them and shoving them down his thighs, leaving him only in his black boxers. He laughed at her impatience, but once he was stripped down to his boxers, he climbed back over her on the bed, pressing her into the mattress with kisses. Kisses on her lips, kisses on her neck, kisses on her collarbone, and kisses on her chest.
She laughed and squirmed under him, her laughs turning into moans as he sucked at the sensitive spots on her skin. His hands ran up and down her sides and over her corset, and his mouth kissed her breasts over the fabric.
“I don’t want to take this off,” he breathed, nodding down to her lingerie set.
“Keep the bottoms on,” she huffed, moving to undo the ribbons holding her corset together.
He swatted her hands away and went to work himself, fiddling with those same ribbons. When he got them undone and her corset slid off of her, he flung it across the room and groaned as he watched her nipples peak at the cool air in the room. Her hands moved up to cup them and she gave them a squeeze, smirking when his mouth dropped open and he moved her hands to the side, taking her breasts in his own hands.
He palmed them in his hands, his thumbs running over her nipples and loving the way they pebbled under his fingers. She arched into him, subtly trying to rub her thighs together to ease the tension.
He removed his hand from one of them, replacing it with his lips, sucking her nipple in his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. She let out soft whimpers at his ministrations, her hands reaching up and twisting into his hair. He grunted in pleasure at the feeling of her fingers on his head, and flicked his list filled eyes up to hers, eyeing her with a hunger that sent a chill down her spine.
He moved to put his mouth on her other nipple, giving it the same attention. The ache between Charley’s thighs was getting worse by the second, and she needed him desperately. She’d waited and been so patient for this day, and she was ready.
“Bradley,” she pleaded. His eyes flicked up to hers and he smirked a little at her. “Please.”
“Please what?” He asked, popping off of her nipple to move back up to her. He kissed her lightly, nipping at her bottom lip. “Tell me what you want.”
She tried to glare at him, but she wanted him too bad to tease. “I want you,” she breathed, breathless as he kissed down her neck.
“Want me to what?”
She huffed then, gripping at his shoulders as his hands ran up and down her sides while he kissed along her jaw. “Bradley.”
He looked up at her with a smirk. “Charley.” He kept his hands on her waist and quirked a brow at her. She just scowled. “Tell me what you want.”
She grumbled at him, but rolled her eyes and relented. “I want you to…,” she blushed, turning her face away from him. He didn’t like that, so he moved a hand and gripped her chin, turning her face back to him. She blushed furiously. “I want you to fuck me.”
He grinned at her, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “See? That wasn’t hard.”
She rolled her eyes at his smugness. “Then do it.”
Something dangerous sparked in his eyes at her remark, and he moved quickly to bend her knees back, spreading her open. He ground his hips into hers, reveling in the way she moaned. She was still sticky and wet between her thighs, the seams of the crotchless panties soaked through.
A hand of his wound around her throat and he squeezed lightly, making her whine. “Don’t be a brat,” he mused.
“Please,” she mewled, her hands fisting in the sheets. “Please, Bradley, I need–”
“I know what you need,” he cut her off, sealing her lips with a kiss.
Her breathing got heavier as he trailed his kisses down her neck and then further. They traced over her collarbones, and back over the nipples he had paid attention to just minutes ago, and then down her stomach before stopping over where she needed him most.
She arched her back slightly, urging him to keep going. His eyes were blown out and his lips wet as he took in the sight of her below him. She was wetter than she probably ever had been, all red and swollen for him. He cursed under his breath and placed his hands on her thighs, spreading her out even more for him.
“So perfect, Char,” he mused, kissing the inside of her thigh. She jolted lightly at the contact, restless under him as she waited for him to give her what she wanted.
She was about to beg him more, but it seemed she didn’t have to, because she let out a loud, wanton moan as he finally put his mouth where she needed it. Her hands immediately flew back to his hair, fisting at what she could as he nosed at her clit. His tongue lapped up her slit and she was completely helpless under him.
When he worked his way back up and sucked her clit into her mouth, she lost it. She got impossibly wetter, and he groaned against her, savoring the taste of her. She knew she wouldn’t last long, and for that she was grateful because she wanted to get to the main act as quickly as possible.
“Bradley,” she moaned. “I’m not going to last.”
He smiled against her, and she went limp when she felt his fingers prod her entrance while he continued to lap at her clit. He pushed two in at once, and she arched off of the mattress, opening her mouth in a silent moan. Much like he had done earlier, he crooked them in just the right way, hitting the spot inside of her that made her see stars.
Her toes clenched as he worked her to the edge, and she drew her hands up to her tits, squeezing her nipples between her fingers for more stimulation. He saw what she was doing and groaned against her. She didn’t miss the way he ground his hips into the mattress.
“Fuck, Charley,” he moaned. “Come for me, please.”
And she did.
He looked at her flushed and breathless as she came, his mouth agape and his eyes dilated. He worked her through it, coaxing every drop out of her until she was trembling beneath him.
But she gave him no time to regain his composure, because as soon as she was finished and he was leaning towards her to kiss and dote on her, she was grabbing him and grinding her hips into hers.
“Please, Bradley, please,” she just about cried. “Please, pl–”
“Shh,” he shushed her, placing a tender kiss on her lips. He laughed lightly at her impatience. “I’ve got you.”
“Please, Bradley,” she whined, her hands moving down his tan torso and to his boxers, fiddling with the top of them to try and push them off.
He let her shove them off, and he finished by shoving them down his thighs and kicking them onto the floor. When he was finally free and she saw how hard he was, she moaned and cant her hips up, rubbing her wet slit on his length. His eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned, stilling her hips and pushing her knees further apart to make room for himself.
He tapped his red tip on her swollen center a couple times, each time rewarded with a jolt from her as he tapped her clit. She propped up on her elbows so that she could watch him and chewed her bottom lip between her teeth.
His eyes were glossed over as he made eye contact with her. “Are you sure?”
It warmed her heart that he wanted her complete consent before they went any further. She gave him a small smile. “Yes.”
With her consent, he pushed forward.
~~
The feeling of Bradley inside of her was unlike anything she had ever known.
He filled her up so completely, as if the two of them were made for each other. When he bottomed out inside of her, both of them groaned at the feeling. He nudged a spot in her that had her keening, so deep and so tender. She had never felt that spot before.
She tried to grind her hips against his to keep that spot stimulated, but his hands immediately flew to her hips to keep them still.
“Bradley,” she whined, fighting against his hold.
He tilted his head back with his eyes squeezed shut. When he looked back at her he looked drunk off of her. “You feel so good, Charley.”
She whined and fisted at the sheets, moving her heels to his back and trying to push him forwards. “Oh, Bradley,” she clenched her eyes shut. “Please, please.”
He nodded at her before moving back a couple more inches and sliding back in. She saw stars as he glided in and out of her, setting a slow but intense rhythm.
They grasped at each other, moaning softly as they got used to this new, euphoric, feeling of one another. He sped up with each thrust, and each time he pulled back out, he pulled out further, slamming back in deeper and harder. She was a mess beneath him, grasping at him, the sheets, and anything within her reach as he fucked into her.
“So perfect, baby,” he groaned, folding her knees back further, hitting an even deeper spot.
“So good, Bradley,” she cried. “Please don’t stop, please–”
He grunted and sped up, plowing into her so hard that she became incomprehensible. She moaned wantonly, her eyes rolled back into her head. He slid his hands up her abdomen and found her breasts, flicking her nipples with his thumbs, enjoying the way she flinched at the feeling.
The sounds of their bodies moving together was lewd, and if Charley wasn’t so lost in the pleasure he was giving her she would blush from embarrassment. But she had never felt so good in her life. Once again, she was rapidly approaching her orgasm, and by the way he cursed as she clenched around him, she knew he could tell.
“You like it, Charley?” He growled.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, a tear sliding down her cheek at how good she felt. “So deep, so big.”
“Going to come so soon?”
“Yes, yes, Bradley, please–”
“Come,” he ordered, fucking her relentlessly.
When she came undone around him she let out a silent scream, her entire body tensing and twitching as she reached the most euphoric high she’s ever experienced.
It didn’t take him long to reach his orgasm either, stilling inside of her as he came. He groaned and cursed into her neck as they both caught their breath, and once he came to – somewhat – he peppered kisses all over her face.
After laying there with her for a minute and kissing her lovingly as they both recovered slightly, he pulled out of her and rolled them both on their sides, spooning her from behind. She sighed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her, perfectly content.
“I love you, Char,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
She smiled and snuggled into him, turning herself around so that she could see him. “I love you too, Bradley.”
Charley had never felt so loved and cared for in her life, and it only got better when he ran her a bath and bathed her afterwards.
~~
A few days later, Bradley and Charley got drinks with the Dagger Squad at The Hard Deck.
Things between her and Bradley had been great, even better than before, and Charley hadn’t thought that possible. She’d been utterly insatiable after her first time lying with him, that she had begged him for it (not that she needed to) every night since. He had happily given it to her.
She could tell that she had a certain glow about her. One that read she was being well taken care of in her relationship, but she didn’t think anyone else would be able to see that.
And then Phoenix walked into the bar.
Nat’s eyes immediately flicked to hers where she was standing next to Bradley, one arm looped between his and the other nursing her beer. She watched as Phoenix slid her eyes over where she was gripped onto Bradley’s arm and then back over her, taking in her appearance. She blushed and gave her friend a glare when Phoenix smirked at her.
Once Nat got her drink, she walked over to where her and Bradley were, and Charley could tell by the mischievous glint in her friend's eye that she was up to no good.
“Hey, Nat,” Bradley grinned, pulling his fellow aviator in for a hug.
She hugged him back and then pulled back with a smile, flicking her eyes over to Charley before looking back to him. “Brad,” she winked. “Why don’t you go over there and talk to the guys. I want to have girl talk with your lady.”
Bradley looked between the two of them with amused confusion, a smirk pulling at his lips. Charley blushed. “Uhhh…okay?” He laughed lightly. “I’ll be over there if you need me,” he said to Charley, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
He walked off, and she turned her gaze to Phoenix, who was grinning mischievously at her. She rolled her eyes.
“Well?” Phoenix questioned, wiggling her brows. “Did you guys…fuck?”
Charley’s face reddened even more. “Phoenix!”
“What?” Her friend laughed. “You know I have to ask!”
Charley huffed, running her fingers through her hair as she blushed. “Of course we did.”
Phoenix squealed and clapped her hands together, grabbing Charley by the shoulders and lightly shaking her. Charley just shook her head and laughed, rolling her eyes again.
“And how was it?” Nat prodded.
“Phoenix,” Charley groaned.
“Charley,” Phoenix mocked. “I want the details.”
Charley just huffed out a laugh, but ended up giving into her friend. Nat was very enthusiastic about the story, and begged Charley not to spare any details. She frowned when Charley did leave out the explicit details.
~~
“So, what was Phoenix wanting to talk to you about?” Bradley asked her on their way back to his place.
Charley smiled as she looked out the window of his Bronco. “Nothing,” she shrugged. “Just girl stuff.”
~~
A/N: Anddd there it is! Finally...it's been in my drafts for over a year. I hope you enjoyed!
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A/N: Here's the second chapter! This was supposed to be a one-shot series, but unfortunately it's turned into it's own thing. I'm always so silly for thinking I can do something casual.
Synopsis: Rey has hope. A hope she's worried she shouldn't have. But she keeps having very real, very vivid dreams of her other half. One meditation session changes everything.
Warnings: TROS fix-it, swearing maybe, adult themes, author loves yearning, somewhat canon compliant, no Rey Skywalker, mentions of violence, Ben Solo is a softie.
Word Count: 3.8k
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Ben,
Tell me I’m not crazy.
I had the most vivid dream of you last night, and then I woke up suddenly and could faintly feel the bond. I still can.
I’ve tried to reach out to it, but everything has gone unanswered. It’s so faint, but it's there. I know it’s there. I’m not crazy.
It almost felt like you were reaching out to me in my dream. I wish you’d give me a sign that I wasn’t making things up.
I feel less empty. But I don’t know why.
I hope it’s because you’re out there somewhere.
- Rey
~~
Rey was supposed to head back to the Resistance base hours ago.
She had gotten distracted meditating, trying her best to tap into the faint trace of the bond she thought she’d left on Exegol. When she woke up last night with a sharp breath, she could feel it surging through her veins. It was hardly there…out of reach. But there.
So she had meditated over it all day.
She’d meditate for an hour, take a break and practice forms with her saber, and then meditate again.
But so far, she hasn't had any luck.
The bond wasn’t getting stronger, all of her calls were going unanswered, and she was met with silence every time she tried to channel anything.
She huffed when she called out to Ben again. It felt like she was talking to a wall. BB-8 would come over and chirp at her enthusiastically sometimes, but she’d just shoo him off. She didn’t want to take her frustrations out on him. She felt bad, though, because she knew he was excited to get back home. Damn the Force for giving her a flicker of hope.
She finally gave up and decided it’d be best for her to just head back to base. She wasn’t getting anywhere. She was only getting frustrated.
BB-8 chirped happily at her when she told him they’d be heading back. She didn’t try to mask her disappointment. She had been so empty and lost ever since she lost Ben on Exegol. Their bond had effectively snapped as soon as he passed, and it was a feeling Rey would never forget. But to wake up last night and feel it? She had been hopeful.
But Rey was let down.
The flight back to base was a silent one. BB-8 knew she was upset, so he didn’t say much of anything, and Rey didn’t either. All she could focus on was the faint trace of a bond she never thought she’d feel again coursing through her veins.
When they got back to base and she landed, all of her friends were waiting for her when she exited the Falcon. She greeted them with smiles and hugs, trying her best to seem in good spirits. She had accomplished everything she said she was going to accomplish, and she came back feeling less empty than she had when she left.
So why was she so upset?
After she had greeted everyone, she retreated to her hut to unpack and decompress. The flight hadn’t been too long, but it was long enough to tire her.
She was sitting on her cot with her head in her hands when she heard a knock on the door. Her eyes lifted and she called for whoever was out there to come in, smoothing the wrinkles in her pants out and taking a deep breath.
Finn and Poe both walked in, the concern underlying their happiness of having her back clear as day. They both regarded her with small smiles, but Rey knew why they were here. She couldn’t get anything past them. She knew they knew that she was in poor spirits.
“I’m fine,” she expressed as Finn began to open his mouth.
He frowned at her and gave her a look that told her he could see right through her lies.
“Really,” she sighed, standing up and walking over to her trunk of clothes. “I’m good.”
“You immediately came in here,” Finn pointed out, his arms crossed over his chest. “And I can feel your bad mood. I could feel it the second you entered this planet's atmosphere.”
Rey just furrowed her brows at him, confused. How could Finn feel her? That made no sense, unless–
“Are you implying something?” She asked, her mood shifting slightly into something more pleasant.
“Yeah, that you’re a shit liar when it comes to your feelings,” he nodded.
“No, I mean about yourself,” it was her turn to cross her arms over her chest.
He just gave her a confused look, as if he didn’t just tell her he could feel her emotions through the Force. As if he didn’t just imply he was Force sensitive. As if that was a totally normal thing for him to say and it shouldn’t have caught her off guard.
“I don’t follow,” he quipped, shifting his weight onto his hip as he leaned against her doorframe. Poe just looked between the two of them confused, not understanding what they were talking about.
“You could feel me? You could feel the mood I was in?” She smirked slightly.
Realization hit him and she watched him blush. He coughed a little, clearing his throat before composing himself. “Uh, yeah,” he sniffed, shrugging. “I could. Still can.”
“Finn,” Rey gaped, a smile – genuine – spreading on her cheeks. “Are you Force sensitive?”
He blinked at her, but the fidgeting of his hands gave him away. His blush deepened, and Rey’s smirk only widened. She had always wondered if Finn was Force Sensitive. But she had never asked, because he had never brought it up. To have a friend – such a good one – also possess the Force was something she was excited about and immensely grateful for.
“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, I just didn’t know how.”
She clapped her hands together, and squealed a little bit. Poe just gaped at him, blatant shock on his face. Finn flushed under their reactions, his expression turning meek and bashful. But Rey was so excited, and she wanted to explore the Force with her friend as soon as she could.
“Finn!” She exclaimed, skipping over to him. “This is so exciting! I still have so much to learn myself so we can learn together! I can show you how I like to meditate, help you with basic skills,” she gasped and her eyes widened in further excitement. “We can craft you your own lightsaber–”
“Rey!” He stressed, an overwhelmed laugh escaping him. “Slow down, I’m not even sure if I want to explore it yet.”
“What ever do you mean?” She huffed, crossing her arms once more. She didn’t understand how he couldn’t want to explore the Force more. When she had discovered that she herself was Force sensitive, she had immediately sought out guidance. She figured he would do the same.
“It’s just…a lot,” he shrugged.
Poe looked about as flabbergasted as ever. He was just blinking at Finn with his lips slightly parted and his brows furrowed. This is what he was trying to tell her this whole time? That he wouldn’t tell him? Without telling her first?
“Finn,” he breathed. “What the hell, man?”
Rey laughed at Poe’s shock. And for the first time since she had come back from that dreaded Sith planet, she felt warm inside being around her friends. She felt like it was okay for her to laugh and joke with them. She had missed it.
She listened to Finn and Poe bicker back and forth with fond admiration. It felt normal. Familiar. Like home. And family. It warmed her soul, and somewhat soothed the ache she had, even though it had slightly gotten better for unknown reasons. Poe was annoyed that Finn had kept his abilities to himself for so long, but Finn was declaring that it wasn’t anyone's business but his own. They fought like an old married couple, and it never failed to put a smile on Rey’s face.
She let them argue it out and went back to unpacking her things. She folded her clothes and put them away and put nicknacks back where they belonged. The bag she had used to carry her things went back under her bed, where she had decided to store it. It was good to be unpacked and settled back in. Being around her friends after taking time to herself to clear her head had helped, and she was excited to commune with everyone again.
But her small smile faltered when she felt a tug on the bond that had reappeared. Like the bond itself, it was faint, but she felt it nonetheless. Her head immediately shot up and she stared ahead, trying to hone in on the sensation that she was feeling. She tried to reach back out to it, but it was hard for her to understand where to reach. She felt like she was blindly searching in a massive hole of empty space. But she could feel the bond tugging at her like a lifeforce. Like a light at the end of a tunnel. But she couldn’t find the light.
Finn and Poe had stopped bickering when they noticed Rey’s posture. They slowly walked up to her, and when Finn put a hand on Rey’s shoulder, she jumped and blinked, seeming to come out of the trance she was in. The tugging immediately stopped, and she shook her head slightly to clear the fog that had washed over it. When she turned and faced her friends, they were regarding her with concern.
“Seriously, Rey,” Finn prodded, his voice low and serious. “What’s wrong?”
She huffed, feeling defeated that she couldn’t keep her feelings to herself. Damn her friends for being so incredible that they had to check in on her.
“Remember I told you I was feeling empty? Before I left?” She asked, her eyes finding Finn’s. He nodded at her and she continued. “Last night, I had a dream about Ben, and he was calling to me, telling me he didn’t know where he was and that he wanted my help. It felt so real, but I’ve dreamt of him every night since he passed, that I didn’t think much of it. But when I woke up this morning, I could feel our bond again.” She watched as his eyes widened. Poe’s – again – narrowed in confusion. “It’s so faint, hardly even there, but I can feel it. I tried to meditate all morning, but nothing happened. A part of me wonders if I dreamed last night, or if Ben really did try to reach me.” She looked away, sighing. “I don’t know. I feel less empty, less like there's a hollow in my chest, because I can feel the bond. It’s put me in a funk because I don’t want to hold false hope that he’s out there somewhere.”
Finn just listened, nodding along with her every once in a while. He didn’t know how to feel about the prospect of Kylo Ren – sorry – Ben, being alive. The last time he had ever interacted directly with Kylo Ren he’d had his entire back sliced open with that menacing lightsaber of his. Finn didn’t have any desire to speak to the guy ever again, and finding out that Rey had fallen in love with him? It took him several days to gather his thoughts about that. But Rey knew Kylo Ren or Ben Solo better than any of them did, so while Finn didn’t necessarily like it, he trusted her.
“I don’t know,” Rey sighed, rubbing at her temples. “I’m trying to not be in my head about all of it.”
“I mean, you saw him die right?” Poe chimed in. “How can he be alive if you watched him die?”
“The Force has its own rules surrounding life and death,” Rey replied. “Not a lot is impossible when it comes to it.”
~~
Rey didn’t know where she was. The air was thick, but eerily quiet. She wasn’t really there, but something was calling to her, and it brought her forth.
There was a bridge that she was standing on. It was practically see–through, but when she took a step, blue flowed out beneath her, as if the bridge was reacting to her weight. It looked like a galaxy beneath her feet. She looked around, but all she could see were stars. Stars that went on and on, with no end in sight. In these stars were paths just like the one that she was on. They each seemed to lead to a different sort of entrance, almost like a portal.
She looked around her, but couldn’t see anyone. She kept her footing light as she walked down the path she was on, suspicious of where she had ended up.
“Rey?”
A voice called to her, the echo thick. She looked for it, and when she spun around, she jumped when she saw Ben in front of her. She blinked at him, as if she was testing herself to make sure she was seeing correctly.
He appeared to her the same as he had the night prior; his hair looked soft and lively, his scars and wounds healed, and his skin was bright. His eyes held a softness in them when he looked at her, but he stepped towards her with caution, as if he was afraid she’d run away.
“Ben,” she whispered. “What is this place?” She looked around them again.
“I don’t know,” he replied, looking around too. “I ended up here after Exegol. I don’t know how to leave.”
His words didn’t register with her, because she was too busy taking in her surroundings more, and trying to understand why this dream felt more real than her usual ones that Ben was in. It felt like the one from last night. Like he might really be speaking to her.
“I miss you,” she confessed, finally looking back at him. He stepped closer to her as he frowned. “I wish you were real.”
“But I am real, Rey,” he urged, closing their distance and grabbing her hands in his own. She almost flinched at the electricity that lit up her spine at the contact. It felt too real. “This is real. You’re not dreaming.”
“I saw you die, Ben,” she sighed, matching his frown. “I watched you die and disappear.”
“Yeah, but,” he looked around, trying to find the words to explain his situation to her. “I thought I had died. Truly. But then I woke up, and I was here. And I don’t know where to go or what to do.”
Rey shook her head, trying to make sense of everything she was seeing and hearing. Her dreamscape had never looked like this. And no one could access her dreamscape without her there too. No, tonight her dreams had taken her elsewhere.
“This isn’t real,” she said, more to herself. She clenched her eyes shut as she shook her head more.
“It is,” he pleaded with her.
“When I wake up you won’t be there,” she huffed, tears flitting across her waterline all of a sudden. “I’ll be alone, like I always have been.” She turned away from him, wiping at her eyes. “How unfair for my dreams to keep poking at me like this.”
“But, Rey,” he softened, walking to her and putting a hand on her shoulder. She continued to keep her back from him. She couldn’t take it. “I am real.”
“You’re not.” A single tear slid down her cheek and she wiped it away before he could notice. “And even if you were, how could you prove that to me? All I feel is a sliver of the bond we had, but all of my efforts to reach out go unanswered.”
He thought for a minute before he answered her. “Meditate at hour 1200 tomorrow,” he instructed. “I’ll meditate at the same time. Reach out for me, and I’ll reach out to you. Maybe us both reaching out at the same time will help.”
She let out a laugh of disbelief, but nodded her head nonetheless. What did she have to lose?
“Okay,” she agreed. “I will.”
“Good,” he smiled softly. “And, Rey?”
She finally turned around at that, looking at him to continue.
“I want to be back with you.”
A wave of emotion hit her when he admitted that, and it took everything in her to not start crying again. But before she could reply, she was ripped away from her dreams.
And she woke up.
~~
Rey intentionally avoided everyone in the morning.
She didn’t want to get involved in anything, because for once, she had plans.
Call her crazy, she sure had multiple times that morning, but she remembered every detail of her dream last night and felt that she absolutely had to meditate at hour 1200. Something about that dream felt real, just like the one she had before that too. And when he had grabbed her hands, she swore she felt her body react to his touch. She didn’t really have anything to lose in this scenario, so she would be meditating at hour 1200. Even if it turned out to be nothing and she was left to feel silly.
When the time came, she began her trek to her favorite secluded meditating spot. She was a flurry of emotions. What if nothing happened? What if she really had been dreaming it all? But what if she hadn’t? What if he answered her call, like he said he would? What if he really was alive? What if–
“Rey!” She spun around, her eyes wide as she had been pulled from her spiraling thoughts. She quickly regarded Finn with a smile. “Where are you off to?”
“I’m just going to meditate,” she nods at him and begins to turn back around.
“Oh, um,” he hesitates, nervously chewing the inside of his cheek. “Could I see how you do it? Maybe start learning?”
She’s surprised by his question, but she frowns. She wants to help show Finn the ways of the Force, truly. But this mediation session needs to be hers and hers alone. She’d never be able to concentrate on the level she needs to concentrate on with Finn there, as much as she loves and adores him.
She sighs and gives him a sad smile. “Not this time, Finn,” guilt pangs in her chest as she watches his shoulders deflate. “I’m trying to achieve something with this one, and I really need to be alone. But I want to help you, I promise.”
He nods at her, giving her a pained smile. Her heart constricts. “No, that's okay, I understand.”
“I’m sorry, Finn,” she frowns.
He insists that it’s okay, and she reluctantly turns around to continue to her spot. She feels bad. She knows Finn was nervous to tell her he was Force sensitive to begin with, so she feels like a shit friend for turning him down when he sought her help out. She remembers how lost she felt when she first discovered her own sensitivity to the Force.
But she has to be alone for this.
So she rolls her shoulders back, takes a deep breath, and carries on.
~~
When 1200 hours comes, Rey is ready.
She’s sitting on the ground in her meditation spot, criss crossed, with her hands gently on her knees. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.
She focuses on Ben. The Ben she saw in her dreams the last couple nights. His beautiful, unmarked face and his gorgeous hair. His dark clothes and his big brown eyes. His full lips and the moles on his skin. A smile forms on her face.
“Ben,” she calls.
She continues to breathe; in through her nose, out through her mouth. But she doesn’t get a reply.
“Ben,” she calls again.
Still nothing.
She tries not to let her disappointment distract her. But it's hard, when disappointment is all she’s known in her recent meditation sessions. She calls out to him several more times, and each time she’s left unanswered. Just like she had been yesterday. Just like she had been everyday before that.
Tears prick at her eyes. Of course she had just been dreaming. She’d been so silly to believe otherwise. She needs to stop holding out hope for a man who’s dead. A man she watched die. She won’t meditate on him again. She can’t handle the disappointment it brings her. She won’t–
“Rey.”
The air that enters her lungs from the gasp she lets out feels like a hand pulling her up from an ocean she’s drowning in.
“Ben?” She almost nearly shrieks. The tears that had formed at her waterline fall, but for a different reason than the one they had when they’d arrived.
“Rey,” he calls back, his voice firmer, clearer.
“Is that really you?” She can hardly believe it.
“Yes,” he answers. “I told you I’d call back to you.”
She huffs in disbelief. “I thought I had been dreaming.”
She hears a faint laugh.
Did Kylo Ren just laugh?
No, Ben Solo did.
“You’re alive,” she states, finally letting herself believe it. Her tears are uncontrollable now.
“I am,” he confirms. His voice sounds raw, too. Like he’s also crying. “But I don’t know where I am.”
“Is where we were in my dream last night where you are?”
She remembers the starry abyss and the bridge she was on, surrounded by hundreds of other bridges, all leading to some sort of portal. It wasn’t of this world, whatever that place was.
“Yes, but I don’t know where or what this place is.”
“Is anyone else there?”
“It’s just me,” he answers. She wishes she could see him. “Sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
He hesitates, and Rey can tell he’s deciding whether or not he should continue. But he does. “My grandfather appears to me sometimes.”
Her breath leaves her as her jaw falls slack. His grandfather? Darth Vader?
“Not Darth Vader,” he clarifies, as if he can read her thoughts. He used to be able to…before everything happened. Rey bets that if they were closer their bond would be stronger and he’d be able to. “But Anakin. Anakin Skywalker.”
“Is this…,” Rey still doesn’t really know what to say. “Is this a good thing?”
“It’s healing,” he replies. “We’ve had a lot of conversations.”
She nods. “Hopefully good conversations.”
Another laugh. “Yes, Rey. Good conversations. He’s wise, and good.”
She feels relieved. She knew Darth Vader had turned to the light when he had passed, but she couldn’t help but worry.
“How can I find you?” She changes the subject. She didn’t know how long they’d be able to talk like this, but she wanted to find him. Needed to find him. Now that she knows he’s alive.
“I don’t know,” he sighs. She imagines him running a hand through his hair.
“Maybe Anakin will know something,” she answers. “I want to find you, but I don’t have a clue where to start.”
“I’ll ask him.”
“Ben?” She sniffles.
“Rey?”
“I’ve missed you.”
She hears him sigh again. “I’ve missed you too.”
“Same time tomorrow?” She asks, hopeful.
“Same time tomorrow,” he confirms. “And hopefully I’ll see you in your dreams tonight.”
She smiles as she feels the connection fade. She’s not felt this happy in a long time. She sighs contentedly and reopens her eyes. It almost seems as if the sun got brighter.
She jumps up and runs to tell her friends.
She’ll be getting Ben Solo back. She’s never felt so certain over something in her life.
~~
A/N: There it is! Lemme know what you think! I can't wait for our babies to reunite 🥰
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