Thread by @marauder23_ao3

#24DaysOfReylo DAY 7 - CANDY CANE

I had a vision of @itsmzladybird #FinePrint Ben and Rey. Office shenanigans are afoot.

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1. Rey loved candy canes. The sweetness and the peppermint swirled into a delicious easily portable treat.

2. She started sucking on the candy cane at her desk while working on Poe’s latest acquisition. Finally, she pushed away from her desk, straightening her floral pencil skirt and made her way down the hall to their weekly staff meeting.

3. Poe sat at the head of the table as people filed in to fill the massive conference room. She sat to Poe’s right, dutifully pulling out her computer to take notes and setting her cell next to it with her trademark red rabbit phone case, ears and all.

4. She circled the candy cane in her mouth, delighting in the sweet, minty treat as she opened a fresh word doc. Before she could do much more she felt the burn of his eyes on her from across the room.

5. Ben loomed large, broad chest making his shirt buttons strain helplessly. He sat heavily at the other end of the table and she saw his eyes dart down to her mouth. He looked as if he may have a stroke.

6. But as soon as she started to feel the flush creep up her chest and over her neck, he looked away. He cleared his throat and pulled out a folio, fanning out several papers and rifling through the stack.

7. She blinked. He pulled his phone out and began to type away. Maybe he hadn’t been reacting to her at all. She toyed with the candy cane again, running her tongue along it to even out the slick smoothness on all sides.

8. Rey’s phone buzzed and she looked at it curiously, a notification from Ben flashing across her screen. She looked up at him but he wasn’t looking at her, already engrossed in conversation with Phasma.

9. She unlocked her screen:

(1 screenshot)

10. Rey looked up at him, eyes wide. He still don’t look at her straight on but she thought he glanced at her from the corner of his eye as he continued talking to Phasma.

So that was the game he wanted to play?

By all means.

11. 🎄🍭🎄 (1 screenshot)

12. She had to bite down on a grin as she read his last message. Poe had called the meeting to order and she went back to typing notes but she watched as her phone vibrated again, lighting up with a new message.

13. She snuck her phone into her lap under the table.

14. She couldn’t leave the meeting fast enough, practically cutting Poe off in her haste to head the basement. She took the elevator down to that same dingy room as before with its lonely hanging light.

15. She didn’t even get fully in the room before Ben was pinning her to the wall, slamming the door shut and hoisting her up on the table. He spread her knees apart and crowded into the space between her thighs.

16. His mouth peppered kisses along her clavicle as he unbuttoned her blouse and she gasped.

“Suck on that candy cane, sweetheart.” She complied immediately, licking the sweet treat languidly as he finished the buttons and eased her shirt off.

17. His hands traced featherlight down her shoulders, chest, and stomach until he reached the swell of her hips. There his hold tightened, fingers digging in and she hissed in delight.

“Good?” He grumbled as he hiked her skirt up.

18. Rey nodded, unable to speak, but a groan escaped around the candy cane and she almost bit it in half as he shoved the gusset of her panties aside and traced a thick finger across her folds, already glistening.

19. “Christ, sweetheart you’re already so wet.”

“Can’t help it,” she mumbled as he stroked softly over her clit, setting a gentle rocking rhythm. “Ben, I need it—I need you to—oh!”

He licked a hot wet stripe and seemed to relish in the taste of her.

20. She tried not to buck her hips into his face, and she moaned as he added his fingers building the pressure within her until she felt she was a thread pulled too tight.

21. His lips sucking at her clit in earnest and his fingers curled until they just hit that spot, pumping a steady rhythm. She built and built until she hit that sweet pinnacle. She let out a strangled moan and grabbed the back of Ben’s head.

22. Her nails dug into his scalp just a bit as she clung to him, her thighs tightening around his head just a bit as she came undone on his tongue. He continued to pump his fingers through her aftershocks. Her breathing slowly starting to even out.

23. She pulled him up by the collar of his shirt until his arms came up on either side of her, caging her in. She pulled him to her, brushing her lips over his before devouring him. Teeth and tongue clashing. Biting, nipping, and licking.

24. She reveled in the taste of herself on his tongue, finally pulling away to catch her breath.

“Ben… that was—“ He just nodded. Perhaps it was best not to quantify it with words.

“You taste like sugar and peppermints. My candy cane girl.”

25. She rolled her eyes but laughed before pulling him in again, this time softer, sweeter. With more gentleness and tenderness than perhaps was wise for their arrangement. It was only supposed to be a physical thing.

And yet.

“Merry Christmas, Ben.”

26. 🎄🍭🎄

FIN.

Thank you to @itsmzladybird for allowing me the use of Ben and Rey from #FinePrint check it out here: archiveofourown.org/works/33953320…

And thanks to @hiddenreylo and @vtradescant2 for the prompt list! 😘