@datapadz sent: ♡!!!!!!!! from: send me a ♡ for my muse asking yours to be their valentine also for: @asinisterbuzz
there are a multitude words being thrown around --- delegates, conventions, money, but it’s not his job to know or care what it all means, his mind only willing to accept fleeting mentions of locations, times, people. speaking of, his favourite has arrived --- usually he would be with her ( since she was almost always with hux ) but she’d had other matters to attend to. richardson follows close behind her, giving a solemn nod in his direction. ben reciprocates, body not even shifting in the slightest.
she sheds her prussian blue wool coat, a last slither of air vapour rising from her lips when she steps deeper into the warmth of their make-do headquarters. this was the last leg of the trip and he can tell she’s unbelievably stressed, teetering on the edge of sanity. making a beeline for the kitchen, ben knows he’s to follow her like a dog to a bone, but not before swiping a single white rose from the vase that sits on the hallway table.
he takes a few moments to study her from behind, a small distance between them. she’s rolling her neck, clearly in discomfort, hands preoccupied with organising hux’s ever growing pile of fan letters on the kitchen table. how much sleep was she getting? he wonders if she’d been slouched over a desk all night working. so he steps right into her, his mouth at the shell of her ear in an instant, delivering a whisper.
“ did you sleep funny? ”
she hums in agreement, not even phased by his proximity in such a public place. she’s focused on trying to work out the kink, fingers now pressing craters into the neck muscle. he tells himself it’s technically in his job description to do what comes next --- hand pulling hers away, her fingers replaced by his lips, planting a few soft kisses across the affected area, a couple more up the column of her neck for good measure.
he can feel her relax under his touch, leaning into his much bigger frame, her shoulders dropping with a satisfied sigh.
“ happy valentine’s day. ” he murmurs, presenting the rose at last in hopes of earning a smile from her.
