Rey laid nervously on the sheets careful to stay on the towel.

She didn’t want to get the sheets all messy.

She knew she was resorting to unfair tactics but it seemed subtly hadn’t worked in her favor.

Even when she though Ben was about to get her hints there was always an interruption.

So she decided to play dirty, although admittedly she didn’t realize how greasy barbecue sauce rotisserie chicken could be as the warm liquid pooled on her belly before dripping down over her ribs and onto the towel below.

The longer she waited the more nervous she got, what if she read the signs wrong?

But before she could chicken out and retreat to her own room she heard the jangle of keys and Ben Solo’s heavy steps in the hall.

“Rey! You home? It smells good in here. Is it chicken? Are there leftovers? Rey?”

She heard him call out as he checked the rest of the apartment before returning to his room.

He opened the door and turned on the light, revealing Rey relishing in her greasy glory.

Ben stared open mouthed at her, the keys and whatever bag he was holding crashing to the floor.

She winced at the sound of crashing glass.

When he did nothing but stand there Rey’s resolve turned into mush and she moved to sit up.

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” he said, voice thick as his palm came up to halt her, his eyes roaming over her body.

She shivered and she didn’t know if it was from the cold or the intensity of his gaze.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, his face shifting into something like awe. “Did you do this for me?”

“Yes,” she choked out, her body shaking with unreleased adrenaline.

He stepped over the mess of glass and what she imagined was a puddle of sticky Jarritos soda.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.”

He shoved his backpack off his shoulders and kneeled on the mattress, his hand hovering over her torso as if he didn’t know where to start.

He bent down, eyes boring into hers, a bedeviled smirk dimpling his cheek.

He leaned to the side, taking a generous lick at her ribs, slurping up the viscous barbecue sauce.

Rey squirmed, ticklish at the onslaught of his tongue as he hummed his approval.

“Did you get it from the Greek market by Demetri around the corner?” He asked before giving her the same treatment to the other side of her body.

“Yes! Ah!” She tried to squirm away but his big hand captured her wrists to keep her pinned in place, his legs straddling her as he continued to lick the mess from her skin.

“Good girl, now you’re going to stay just like that until I’m done.”

“Oh,” Rey remarked, unsure how she was supposed to feel.

Was he interested only in the chicken, or something more?

He removed his hand, tearing a drumstick off the bird before tearing a bite off and chewing it.

His gaze continued to flick between her and the chicken that rested just below her breasts.

She fidgeted, feeling so exposed and wondered how people who acted like sushi plates did it.

She watched him eat greedily before he tossed the leg bone into the pile of glass and liquidized cane sugar.

His lips were shiney with grease as he ripped off another leg.

This time pinching off a bit of the meat and holding it up to her mouth.

“Have a taste,” he said, brushing the meat against her lip.

She took it, her lips wrapping around his fingers as she did.

His pupils were blown and images of big bad wolves, devouring her whole, flashed through her mind.

“I’m so fucking hard right now. I really hope you did all this so I can fuck you.”

Rey’s breath faltered and all she could do was watch as Ben picked up the remainder of the chicken, chomping and chewing in a near grotesque display that had her rubbing her thighs together.

He lowered the remainder down to her so she could take her own bite.

She opened her mouth wide to tear off a chunk of the breast.

Ben grunted at her as she chewed, her mouth watering from the seasoning on the skin.

“Good isn’t it?”

He asked before taking another bite.

The chicken was largely demolished and Ben set the remainder of the carcass in the black plastic container it had come in.

“Now, what to do with you,” he said, looking down at her with a hunger that had not yet sated.

Rey could only wedge her bottom lip between her teeth, stricken speechless.

The moment she’d been wanting for a year and hinting at for months was finally upon her.

Ben swallowed thickly before leaning down to kiss her, his lips slick from the chicken.

His tongue slid against hers and she lifted her arms to drape around his shoulders.

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