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Just started reading it and I'm already screeching about "Marshall Calrissian" because YES. Have all my kudos.

I amazed at how distinct your voices are. Love that your Finn isn't a shrinking violet. Good job mixing the Kylo trauma with everything else !

I had an idea similar to this I was tossing around in my mind...I might just have to go for this one. Tentative claim.

I love this!

Yeah this is just too cute. Okay. I'm gonna give it a try. :)

I couldn't resist this wonderful prompt. Here's chapter 1, I hope you like it.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5901739/chapters/13605385

Hello, hi, I ended up writing 4700 words and some of it got a bit off topic, sorry. I've posted it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5901832

Thank you for the wonderful prompt!

Ummm...YES.

(A/N I'm retconning the X-Wing to something bigger because when I looked it up it turned out to be IMPOSSIBLE for an X-Wing to carry three grown adults.)

Finn asked the questions and every time she answered – no matter what she answered – he was punished. Tortured. And when it stopped Finn would force himself back up, straight backed.

Rey would have been in tears if the desert hadn’t dried all hers up years before. She’d told them she was telling the truth. She’d told them to stop and told them to leave. Finn’s voice was steel-cored but rasping and broken.

She was reduced to screaming insults in seven different languages.

“Where is General Leia?” Finn asked for the third time.

For the third time she answered their captors truthfully. “I don’t know, you glistening heap of happabore hock!”

Finn couldn’t scream anymore. When the man pulled back his baton he took too long to recover. The woman grabbed him by the ear to drag him back to his knees.

An explosion rocked the complex. “FN-2187, stay,” the woman snapped without hesitation. She led the man as they both hurried out of Rey’s field of vision.

They hadn’t even reached the door before there was another explosion, this one even closer. The walls creaked and her lightbox walked forward on its shelf.

For a long moment the only sound in the room was Finn’s labored breathing. He managed to stand and lock eyes with Rey. “You know what’s happening,” he said.

Plan B.

Rey didn’t answer that.

“Tell me –“

A third explosion, so near it forced a curve into the wall and knocked Finn back off his feet. A fourth close behind it deformed the wall to breaking. Huge chunks of twisted metal, wiring, and ducting screamed through the air and Finn disappeared in the wreckage.

Of course now was the moment her grasp on the Force worked well enough to pull her weapon from its fall and into her hand. Not that it would do any good.

In the wrecked hole, the dust cleared to reveal Poe scrambling into the room. “Rey?” he cried when he caught sight of her.

“No!” she shouted. “You’ve dropped the Ashla-crudding wall on Finn!”
Poe almost fell off the rubble, cursing. He started shifting what he could until he revealed a hand, an arm, Finn’s head. Whole. Intact.

“He’s still breathing,” Poe said. He launched himself at Rey to undo the restraint holding her right arm down. As soon as the strap was loosened he was back to digging Finn free. “How badly are you hurt?” he called back to her.

With one hand free it was simple for her to loosen and undo her other restraints so that she could join him. “I’m fine. Its Finn they were torturing. How far do we have to go?”

“Just in the there. Ship I used has an escape pod.”

Together they hauled Finn’s limp body free – Rey kept checking he breathed, Poe cursed that he wasn’t wearing the armor. Just as they each got an arm around their shoulders, their captors announced their return with a shouted, “Halt!”

Poe ducked back out of supporting Finn to stand against them. Under his protective fire Rey managed to drag Finn up and over the rubble behind the relative safety of the remaining wall. Poe followed behind her, never turning from their enemy. He jerked his chin in the direction she should go and they retreated even further.

The blaster fire exploded around them and filled the already dusty air with smoke and the smell of burning metal. Poe had obviously thought their retreat through and left the escape pod detached and door-opened.
Rey hurled herself and Finn through and was in the pilot’s seat and closing the door by the time Poe jump in after.

Escape pods were small and defenseless compared to the sort of carrier they came attached to, but their shielding had no problem absorbing a little blaster fire. Rey coaxed the little pod into the air, fighting the increased gravity, the controls mushy and less responsive than they should have been.

She found out why as they skimmed into the air above the complex, barely scraping over the undamaged roof sections. The pod jerked and popped and finally flew free and easy as outside the Stormtrooper who had grabbed hold hit the edge of wall and roof and was knocked clear.

Poe and she managed to switch off at the controls once they were clear of the compound so that he could fly them to the hidden C-Wing. The escape pod would take them a short distance, but it wasn’t built to fly planetside and wouldn’t have been able to escape the planet’s gravity.

Rey moved back to Finn’s side to find him thankfully groaning and trying to move. When she put a hand to his shoulder and told him to lie still he did as she said.

Their pursuers were airborn by the time they left the perimeter. Less than a mile further and Poe brought them down in a rocky, tumbling landing that had Rey shouting about broken limbs and getting them all killed.

Miraculously, they were able to make it from the pod to the fighter before the enemy ships caught up with them. BB-8, waiting patiently in the cowling, yelled at them to hurry and they had just managed to dump Finn behind the pilot’s seat when the little bot spotted the first fighter.

It was less than thirty minutes from when Poe had burst through the cell wall to when they blasted their way back into space. Free of gravity, Poe had no problem dodging fire and keeping ahead of their pursuers. When he pulled them into the hyperspace path they’d taken to the planet and jumped Rey laughed and hugged him from her seat – an easy thing in such tight quarters.

She held onto him through it as the acceleration played ugly tricks with her head injury. It was distracting and all she could see out of her left eye was pink and red. Maybe that was why she didn’t notice Finn’s first movements.

They hadn’t had time to arrange themselves properly or even for her and Finn to climb back into the cargo and gunner area, so Finn was pressed into the back of the passenger seat sideways and Rey was between him and the back of the pilot’s seat. All Finn had to do was snap his leg out straight to kick Poe in the head.

He sent Poe sprawling forward into the controls and then they were all slammed against the unforgiving walls as the C-Wing fell violently out of hyperspace.

Ahhh, I'm sorry I didn't see this earlier, I was on a trip! I'm so happy my prompt inspired another fill, and with Rey/Jess to boot! I am absolutely down with this ship, I just wrote gen because I didn't want anyone to feel like they had to ship for the prompt if they weren't feeling it. I love that the doll's name is Rebel! I also love the idea that Leia and Padme inspired dolls (and a massive amount of accessories) in their world, because I can totally see it. I love that Jess had to be sneaky about it all, that BB-8 was on board (so perfect that Poe tactfully ignored it), and that there was real danger involved. This is the cutest story! Thank you so much! :D

“No…” Kylo growls, his hand still splayed across her skin. “Why… you must know that now, your only worth lies in completing this task… accepting this. Why do you continue to fight me?”

“Are you really so eager to become a father?” Rey’s voice is soft, but sharp as a dagger. “You? Would you really be so quick to see a child turn to you, look upon you the way you once looked at him?”

Kylo cringes, and hates that he cannot stop it. She peels his mind back, reveals the softness still buried deep within. Against their shared bonds Rey pushes back, pushes the image into his face. The moment where he took his father’s life, from her perspective, mingling with his. He feels his palm vibrate with the echo of his saber’s power, feels how it met no resistance, rending his father’s flesh. He feels everything.

“He was weak…” Kylo growls, baring his teeth at her. He slams his walls down, pushes against her bond until the image recedes, leaving only power in its wake. “Our children will be strong, stronger than us both.”

The chains on her wrist rattle against the stone as she shifts uncomfortably beneath him, watching him. To the side, the firelight shifts and flickers, bending despite the stillness in the air. The cell in which she has been kept these past few weeks is chiseled into the very rock of this small, forgotten moon, veins of metal rippling through the stone. Her friends will not find her here.

Kylo can feel his throat grow thick, but it’s not any of her doing. It’s his own shame, his own dammed emotions, rising once again. His black cloth robes feel tight, and he is suddenly conscious of his own exposure, below the waist. Hastily he stands, and tucks himself away, fastens the closures on his trousers.

“You’re afraid…” She murmurs.

‘Stop it!’ Does he say the words, or merely think them? Does it matter?

“Our child?” Rey scoffs at him, tears still falling. “Our child will have your master’s eyes. Have you not realized?”

For a brief moment, he thinks she’s speaking of Snoke. But then the knowledge hits him, the understanding, of who she is, who she means, and—

‘No!’

And although she is the one nude and chained, her little breasts revealed to the chill of the room, he is the one who feels as if he has been laid bare. Violated and vulnerable.

“So do it, then… cousin.” Rey spits out. “Do it. If you can.”

Kylo lets out a howl of rage, and presses down on her belly, hard. Rey cries out, not just from the pain, put from the intrusion of his mind, his will, upon her flesh. This is worse, he feels it crawling under his skin and knows for her it is magnified a thousand-fold, but still he presses in. He will have her, have all of her, down to the smallest portion—he can force her to yield to him.

After today, after this moment, he will not return to Snoke defeated.

The struggle is silent; she bites on her lip, trying to gain the upper hand, but Kylo’s rage is greater, just for a slip of a second, and Rey is exhausted. He doesn’t think about his father, or hers. Doesn’t think about anything but the ineffable He and She, the barrier between what is inevitable. Flint and steel, buried within flesh… She is ripe for him. Waiting, ready. Rey struggles against him, body and mind—but it is, in the end, in vain.

And he gasps, withdrawing his hand, seeing the bruise bloom upon her flesh as surely as the tiny gem of life within her begins to divide and divide and divide.

“No, please…” She groans, tugs at her bonds again and again, desperate to claw at her skin. Kylo stands and steps back from her, afraid of what he has done, the boundary he has pushed. He pulls out a tendril of the Force and wraps the newly dividing cells in it, shielding them from the whiplash of her swirling hatred. He had thought that getting a child on her would be the difficult part. But as she cries out in the damp and empty cave, he realizes that keeping it there—bringing their child to fruition—will be more difficult than he first imagined.

//

He cannot stray from her side, now. Not without breaking the bond. But he can, however, step just outside of the cave, and seal the door in order to make a simple transmission.

“It is done, Supreme Leader.” Kylo Ren says, breathless, into his commlink.

“Good.” Comes his master’s crackling reply. “You will stay, and report back to me as she progresses.”

“You… you do not wish me to return?”

“She is strong with the Force, and has overpowered you before, has she not?”

Kylo flushes red at this memory, angry and embarrassed at the reminder of his failure, even now, even when he should be receiving some measure of—

“You should not be so quick to crow about your triumphs, boy.” Snoke growls. “To plant a seed is one thing. To harvest it, another.”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.”

Snoke breaks the connection, and Kylo tucks the comm back into his belt.

There’s enough food and clean water to last them for months, here on this desolate rock. Outside, the storms rage for days and days. Inside, Kylo tries his best to keep up with his training, to meditate and keep Rey’s thoughts outside of his brain.

It sometimes works.

But as the child grows within her womb she seems to diminish. She doesn’t fight him when he probes her mind, doesn’t resist or struggle when he moves the cuffs aside to clean beneath them. Her wrists are so thin these days. The lack of fight, the dimness in her eyes would worry someone who still had an ounce of compassion; after what he’s done to her, Kylo is ashamed to find he still possesses some small shard of that feeling.

The child grows. It seems to be nurtured by the Force itself, wrapped within his cushioning grasp, shielded within her body. It seems… wrong, somehow, now that the deed has been done, to leave her restrained and exposed.

He covers her with his cloak, for all the good it does against this planet’s relentless humidity. Each time he approaches her, she flinches from his touch. Each time, though, she looks him dead in the eye.

Each night, he waits until she is asleep to relax the tension he holds in place around their growing seed. It’s the mornings, though, that confound him. She always rises before him, and in a panic he always awakens, mind filled with images of blood and pain and suffering. Should he fail—should the child be lost—he doesn’t know if he has the strength to think beyond that horrible what-if. He checks her, between her legs, stretches out his senses to feel within her womb, and ensures that she has not found a way to cleanse herself of what he’s planted within her.

His skin is getting itchy. He knows they both must smell foul, cramped and dank and sweaty as they are.

Kylo makes her eat three times a day. Brings water to her lips and helps her drink it. She could refuse him, try and starve herself—he knows the thought has crossed her mind, frequently—and yet she doesn’t.

It should take weeks, before any evidence of the child is visible on her body. The bruises haven’t even healed on her skin, and one morning, he finds a faint, firm roundness there beneath them. Maybe it has been weeks; maybe they’ve been silently inhabiting this pitiful cave for longer than he’s been aware. Between the points of her hips is the merest suggestion of a curve. Not showing, not quite yet.

But the shape of her—the little curve there, unmistakable new life that surges against his mental supports with a new and growing identity. It pushes back, when he tries to contain it.

“They called this moment the quickening, in the old days.” Rey says, out of nowhere, one day. Her voice is rough from disuse; the sound of it makes Kylo jolt, faintly, in surprise. “My life is twinned with his, now; you don’t have to believe me. Feel it for yourself.”

Every scrap of his training tells him to distrust her. The mission, the child she carries, is too vital to trust to his emotions alone. But as he gazes down at her, he sees how her body has taken the brunt of her confinement, the sores on her skin at wrists and ankles (he released the one around her neck days ago, wordlessly, without expectation of thanks or venom or anything, and he doesn’t know why)

Absently, he rubs at his own wrists. And then, before he can quash the impulse he flicks his hand, and the cuffs release.

“Can you stand?” He says.

Rey looks up at him in shock and disgust. “No.”

Without another word, he scoops her up, into his arms.

//

Their little cave goes further back, down and down, cutting through the earth until the roar of noise turns in to a rush of water. It’s warm down here, the water clean filtered through the volcanic rock, heated by the core. Kylo lays her down on a smooth looking rock, her toes dipping into the water, and shucks off his own robes. He’d abandoned the long, formal robes weeks ago, but as the black trousers and tunic fall to the ground beside his belt and boots, Kylo sees how Rey flinches.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He says, though the words seem hollow in light of what he’s already done.

Rey glares at him, but cannot struggle as he lifts her back up, wades into the little pool with her. “You’ve already done enough.”

Kylo lowers her gently into the water, feeling her body grow lighter and lighter as the warmth surrounds and supports her. It’s a bit of a balancing act, holding her head in the crook of one arm, rubbing down her arms, down her legs, washing her clean. The whole time, she’s turned away from him, staring at the wall of the cave.

“When are you going to be able to look at me?”

Rey turns her head, and matches his gaze. “I can look at you. See?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Then what did you mean? Rey’s voice lilts through his mind, stronger in here than her body looks, feels in his arms. You can’t think that I’m stupid enough to believe you’ll keep me around, once the child is born.

I will see to it that you are kept safe. Kylo responds, without actually considering whether this is possible, whether Snoke’s plans include her survival, or anything beyond her immediate purpose. You will be kept by my side, given a position of… of honor.

“The mother of a new Empire…” Kylo says aloud.

But even he does not believe it.

Snoke will dispose of me, and after me, you. Rey’s eyes pierce his own, her thoughts ringing out in his head. Think. Use your brain for one second, and think. You are his pupil, because you serve a purpose. If he really were to train you, you would be unstoppable. And our child—

“Stop…”

“A new clone army, only this time, with unprecedented power of the Force behind them?” Rey bares her teeth. “Is that what you want? No-one is indispensable, Ben.”

The name shocks him, but he cannot deny it. She’s seen too much of him, been deeper inside of him than anyone, save for Snoke, has been before. Kylo grits his teeth and resumes cleaning her legs. It seems only fair that after what he’s done to her, she should return the favor, in her way. So he relaxes his guards, and all but invites her in—

a little boy, all elbows and knees, maybe five years old but lanky already, lean with nervous energy, running through the hangar bay as—

a sandstorm lashes against the fragile metal hull of her home as she huddles in the corner, pressing her palms to her ears to try and drown out the sound of her fears, because she just knows the next big gust will roll the little escape pod she’s found shelter in right down a dune, bury her forever and ever and then they will never be able to find her when she—

he didn’t mean to do it, it just happened, the broken glass on the floor and the blue milk spreading, why is it so much easier to lash out without trying, so much easier than holding things together, when he only wanted to help—

and unkar’s hands grasp and pinch at her skin as he turns her around, examines her, and she’s old enough to know that her value isn’t much as a scavenger, but as a girl, a human, untried and unclaimed, he could make thousands if—

his mother is angry, but his father, he can feel that his father is afraid, terrified of this stranger who is his own flesh and blood, he doesn’t understand, ben would control it if he could, but everything is too loud too much too—

Kylo wrenches his thoughts back from hers with a guttural cry.

It isn’t the rawness of his own memories, it’s the pain that comes with hers. Such aching loneliness, such despair. She was no more than a child, and they left her there, without so much as a backwards glance. Kylo aches from it, and the shame which he cannot conceal, that his own childhood, though filled with little tremors and moments of uncertainty, never reached that depth of raw, naked loneliness. Now he understands how she can be so strong. How she can survive.

She has something that he’ll never have.

Rey floats away from him, then, but there’s nowhere she can go. Not far, anyway. Their eyes have adjusted to the low light, some kind of bioluminescent moss that lines the upper walls and ceiling of the cavern. He can see her slim form as she pulls through the water. Eventually, she tires.

Kylo can feel the disgust in her thoughts as she swims back to him, the sense of helplessness she feels. He’s already taken her, already seen all of her, but when she draws near to him and looks at his body, the disgust makes him feel ashamed.

OP here: omg, omg, This is HOT and absolutely gorgeous! Thank you!

Excellent! The fingering, sweet~

I'm so glad there's more! This is just so good you write it so well!

This is like my favorite fill ever on this meme!

I'm trying to remember where I heard the age ambiguity... I think like a month ago, everyone seemed to think Hux was younger.

Part Three

There's no hope for the weary,
If you let them win without a fight.

---

Events around Kylo Ren race until he begins to worry he may not remain in control.

They hunt the pilot's droid, following its clumsy journey across the universe with even clumsier companions.

Kylo is listening to a First Order officer babble a progress update when his fists suddenly tighten. He can't be sure, but there's a stirring of an old, familiar sensation through the Force. It's like a signal that only he can read.

That man- that hateful, gutless disappointment has surfaced from whatever forsaken, rotten corner of the universe he'd been skulking in. Rage threatens to build. Kylo Ren quashes his emotions ruthlessly, forcing his hands to relax. There will be time to absorb that anger later, to turn it into productive energy, to use it to build his power.

Perhaps it's the first sign of what is coming – the challenge he's known faces him since he made his choice between the light and the dark.

In the passing hours, entire planets – millennia of history – are destroyed in seconds. Kylo feeds on the fear, on the dominance of the First Order, almost floats on the sea of pain this wanton annihilation sends like a tidal wave through the Force. It's as though for a few moments, the fabric that makes up the universe is bleeding, ripped apart by one of its own creations.

Then Takodana – that sweltering forest, the hunt, the girl.

Briefly, perhaps only for a few seconds, Kylo acknowledges his connection with the pilot's mind is growing stronger, more defined. He cannot afford the luxury of distractions, but this could be a worthwhile investment. He’s learnt enough about the- the bond, if you will. It is likely Dameron is in close proximity, almost certain he is one of the pathetic Resistance fighters come to the aid of their worthless allies.

Ren reaches out, traces the links back through the Force to Dameron. The wall of resistance he strikes is unexpected, sends him recoiling in shock. Dameron's fully conscious, his mind absorbed in the exhilaration of flight. In his most comfortable element, Dameron is confident in his skill and strength. Kylo finds his naivety nauseating; his lack of foresight – of the greater enemies and powers at work in the universe – makes him mundane, dull, uninteresting.

The girl on the other hand, she's interesting.

Still. Kylo Ren prides himself on brutal efficiency. He broke this man's mind before, leaving a scar and slightly easier method of entry. Poe's thoughts burn bright gold in his vision and with calculated precision, Kylo smothers them in shadow – each like a tendril seeking out the weaknesses and fractures in his defences. They are not close enough for Kylo to cause true pain, to distract him from the controls of his X Wing, or to influence his actions.

It'll help though – the darkness will linger with Dameron day and night, eating away at his defences.

Kylo is certain they will stand face to face against each other again one day.

Dameron's fate is equally as certain.

There will be no contest between them.

Poe finds himself in the med bay again, sat beside Finn, beside his friend, praying to deities he doesn't know by name or even believe in for him to wake up.

Rey is gone.

General Organa is in mourning though she tries to hide it.

And Poe, Poe feels like it's dark even when he stands in the midday sun.

Shades and black masses flicker at the edge of his vision, skittering away coquettishly if he tries to focus on them.

The dreams. They're on the point of crippling him. He cannot sleep for more than a couple of hours without waking with a hand covering his mouth to smother the screams.

Poe can be dramatic when it suits him, enjoys open displays of emotion. Usually he prefers for those to be positive though. He likes to hug his friends, clap people on the back when they've done a good job, smile with a grin as wide as the horizon when things are going well.

He's not being dramatic with his description of how he feels at this moment… But Poe doesn't know where to turn- doesn't know who could help him now that each of his most trusted friends have gone to places he cannot follow.

Exhaustion creeps up on him again, the rhythmic beeping of Finn's monitors reminds him of BB-8's sleepy bleeps. They soothe him as he teeters on the edge of unconsciousness in the alluringly warm and dark med bay, leading him with the best intentions back into the hands of the monsters that hunt him.

He remains upright on his stool by Finn even as his eyelids slip shut.

---

Time loses its meaning, but he is suddenly startled by a different noise from the monitors.

Angry, constant, loud – the steady pulse marking Finn's heartbeat is gone, replaced by a flat blue line. Red alerts flash up on the screens, various organs in his friend's body are highlighted and the word FAILING plasters itself across his vision.

Behind him, Poe can hear the clatter of medical staff. They shout in alarm; it sounds like an entire multitude are rushing to the bed.

Poe knows the doctors, the nurses, medical droids are there, but he can only see them in his peripheral vision.

He stares uncomprehendingly at the lifeless body in the intensive care unit, knowing with a certainty he cannot explain that Finn is gone.

Despair, guilt, sadness he never knew he was capable of feeling again crash over him.

A doctor finally shoves Poe's shoulders, sending the clear message he needs to get out of the way.

One more push and Poe-

---

Poe jerks to a standing position, his legs clumsily catching on the lower bars of his stool.

It crashes to the floor as he reaches out for some support.

Poe's chest is heaving, he sucks in oxygen and attempts to clear his mind of the shock and fog of sleep.

He was dreaming. Losing Finn. Just a dream.

The pilot turns to the signals confirming Finn's continued steady state. A cold sheen of sweat covers Poe's brow and he feels suddenly sick. He's had this dream before. Every time he comes to see Finn, it's as though his mind knows its own weaknesses and presents Poe with these terrible visions.

It's getting to him because Poe hesitates outside the door to the med bay now, wondering whether he has the courage to go in. He owes it to Finn, owes it to his friend's utter, stupid bravery to keep a vigil at his bedside, to try and let him know somehow that there are people who care, who will wait for him to come back when he's ready.

Poe doesn't want to be a coward. He's not used to the fact there are days he can't face his own reflection in the mirror.

The man shakes his head, feeling the fear recede. Watching the rise and fall of Finn's chest is reassuring, gradually encourages Poe's thoughts back to positivity and the reality of the rebel base around him.

It wouldn't do if Finn came round now and saw him cowering like this. He needs to pull it together. Shrugging his shoulders, Poe straightens upright. His chin almost juts in defiance, "Hey buddy, I'll be back later alright?" Finn predictably doesn't keep up his end of the conversation.

"Don't go anywhere," waggling his eyebrows, Poe fixes his friend with a cheesy grin (that goes right the way to his eyes, nightmares be damned) and heads back to his room.

Splash of cold water on his face, maybe some fresh clothes and food, he'll be feeling right as rain in no time.

---

(AN: Just a quick thank you for your lovely comments. I know this is a little bit of a slow burner, so they were really encouraging!)

Writer here. I saw it on Tumblr at the end of December, someone had posted a pic that looked like a scan from an official book, that had their ages as K-30 H-29. So that's what I was going off of when I started this fic on Jan 1st. But now that the script has been leaked I guess it's official that H-34 K-30. But there is still a rather large amount of confusion on this topic in the fandom, unfortunately.

Hey OP (and anyone else) I'm very sorry I haven't posted in so long. Last weekend was not fruitful. :/
Okay, so full disclosure here and sorry if this is TMI. I just feel bad and wanted to explain. Two weeks ago I started treatment at a clinic for a serious illness. It requires me to be there from dawn to dusk going through difficult treatments. By the time I get home I'm so thoroughly exhausted I have no energy to work. I had been hoping to get work done while being there all day with little to do. But I had to wait until I got my PICC Line put in before I would be able to type without IV's in my elbows. So I finally got it in yesterday. I hope to be able to work while I'm there now. I have the weekends free, but now battling exhaustion is the problem. So the gist is this - I desperately want to finish this fic, it just might take me a lot longer than I thought it was going to. I have to do this program at the clinic for two months. So I'm going to be very tired for a while. So I'm very sorry that it might take me two weeks or so to get chapter 3 out.
Question; Should I post what I have so far to AO3, so those interested can put update alerts on it so no one wastes time checking here off and on? Would that be easier?
I'm really dedicated to this fic, I will get it done. Just might take, sadly, a few months to be completed (deep sigh :c)

Just a passerby anon here, but I saw your comment on flat view. Now that I'm over my initial D8 reaction...

I wouldn't worry about it being a WIP for a while. After checking the main thread, it looks like you've got thousands of words already and are willing to let it become a full novel-length story if needed. That alone, your dedication as you said, will keep readers coming back for more.

As for your question, you could do AO3 if you already post things there. I've seen kinkmeme stories elsewhere that were updated for a full year or more at the original thread at the comm (and then archived at another site later). I don't think it's a big deal either way. If people really enjoy a story, then they'll take whatever way to read it they freaking can. ;)

Lastly, good luck with your treatments! It sounds awful and scary, but hopefully it'll show positive results soon. ♥

The first time Rey took Finn’s pants off, she stared.

Which was not necessarily a bad thing. But there was a subtle line where staring crossed from flattering to inducing great discomfort in a subject, and Rey was idling at that line.

Then she touched him, which was great, except she went straight for the balls. Which, again, not necessarily a bad thing, but she was more poking them than anything. A gentle, slow poke, but it was definitely a poke, not something that could be mistaken for a “caress” or a “massage.” Then she pressed a finger to crease where his cock jutted from his groin and traced a circle around it.

Finn cleared his throat. “Rey,” he said. It was slightly strangled but better than he’d expected. “What are you doing?”

“Is this just out all the time?”

“Uh.” His first thought was “no” and that she should know that since this was the first time she was seeing it. But then she wormed her finger against the base like she thought there should be somewhere for it to go, and he realized she meant “not inside his body”-out. “Yes.”

“It doesn’t retract at all?”

“Well, in a way.”

“Huh.” She slid her finger down, and pressed at the swath of skin below his balls. It was like jumping to light speed—the jolt, the spinning stars. Finn groaned and twitched up against her hand, pressing into it. Rey beamed; it was that immense proud of herself, but also proud of him smile that he loved.

She wrapped a hand around his cock and he moaned, and on the tail end he heard, “Dry?”

“What?”

“Why is it so dry?”

“Um?”

“Does it get wet later?”

“That kind of depends on you.”

Now wasn’t the time for lines. Rey looked genuinely distressed. Finn rallied his faculties and said, “Nothing’s wrong. I mean, unless something’s wrong?”

“It’s supposed to be this way?” Rey questioned. Her hand slid down his cock and up, squeezing just nice around the head.

“Ooooh, yes,” Finn reassured, with as little of a moan as he could manage.

“I’ve never seen genitals that don’t self-lubricate before,” Rey informed him. “There’s nothing wet to spare in the desert—if you don’t make your own, you go without.”

“That’s interesting,” Finn said in a thin voice. Rey was still stroking his cock. She kept alternating her grip, but never roughly. She seemed hyperaware of the texture, of the rub of their skin. She was nearly petting him and it was driving him out of his damn mind.

“I like it,” she revealed. Her smile was private, filthy, delighted. “It’s so… silky.”

“Thanks,” Finn said, which was woefully inadequate, but the closest words came to his sentiment.

Rey threw a leg over him and shuffled her knees until she was kneeling right over him. “I’m going to put it inside me, now.”

“Oh, thank you,” Finn practically wept, and hung his forehead on her shoulder. He laid his hands on her back as she positioned his cock against her, holding onto her, but when she began to bear down she reached for his hands and threaded theirs together.

“That’s—nghnn—that’s good.” She panted as she worked down inch by inch. Finn felt like he couldn't breathe. She was squeezing everything out of him. “But it’s hard to get it in.”

Any other time in his life, Finn could have managed something better than “Yeah.”

Rey sank to the bottom. She let go of his hands to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pressing chest to chest. Finn’s hands slid up her thighs, to her butt, to her spine. Everywhere she was at once slim and dense with muscle, and no different on the inside. She squeezed around him and he moaned, again.

Rey nudged his forehead up with her forehead, so that she could look him in the eyes. “What next?” she asked.

“What, next what?” he asked. They hadn’t even finished yet.

“Well, you’ve said it’s not prehensile, and it’s not a clasper or a pulsing flap, and there’s no undulator gland and neither of us have an electric organ, so what do we do to build the pressure? Do we just stay like this?” She adjusted her grip on his shoulders and squeezed his cock again. “Mm. This is nice.”

“I could show you?” he suggested. Rey nodded. He put his hands on her hips and slowly eased her up, only halfway because that was all he could bear to let go of her, and then nudged her back down.

He saw that she got it immediately, but let him keep pushing her off and pulling her back down. “Oh,” she groaned. “Oh! This is much nicer.” Up, and down. Head back, biting her lip. “Finn.” Up, and down. Toes curling in the sheets. Hands fisting against his shoulder blades. “Finn.”

Rey could only sit for so long—her hips broke out of Finn’s steady pace, and she began to ride him. She only ever had one mode, which was all-out and exuberant. She rode him hard, pounding him against the mattress with such force that he bounced. She grabbed his face, hands flattening out so that she could hold him, and managed through all of the up and down to keep her face steady enough to kiss him. Occasionally she would break off to vocalize another “oh!”

She was still bouncing on him when he came inside of her, hard enough that she left half of it smeared down his cock and dripping on the sheets. Finn let her continue as long as he could, but eventually he had to clasp her hips and gently ease her off of him.

“What?” she asked, still swaying on her knees. “Was that not good?”

“That was the best,” he assured her. “But I came.”

“Oh.” Rey looked at his cock, going soft, and looked fascinated. She reached two fingers inside herself and pulled them back out, looking at their combined slick.

“Did you—“

“Several times.” She bit down on a smile. “I didn’t want to end until you did.” Rey dismounted. Finn leaned back against the bed and drew her down to cuddle. He tried to arrange it so she didn’t have to lie in the wet spot, but it seemed a lost cause. His come was still leaking out of her.

Rey curled into his chest. “You don’t hum when you’re about to release,” she noted thoughtfully.

“Ah, no. No humming.”

“Or turn colors or secrete spawn jelly. You have to tell me next time, when you are.”

“I should have warned you,” Finn said. That his brain had been melting at the time was no excuse. “I’m sorry—“

“No,” Rey interrupted. “I just want to know when it’s happening, so I can savor it.”

OP here.

Seriously, take whatever time you need. Your health should definitely be the priority!

I'm writing my own fic and can't possibly finish it in a short time frame. That's just how it is.

I think it would be much easier to post and update on AO3. We can all subscribe then and not have to check the kinkmeme all the time.

This was awesome; awkward, amusing and hot.

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