07 Oct 2019
From the very first moment the words had escaped him, Ben knew had realised his mistake. He had thought he had seen her face fall from the corner of his eye, but by the time he had turned back to her, his eyes desperate, trying to explain without word that he had not wanted Snoke to know the truth of his great affection for her, there was nothing upon her face but the same brilliant smile as always.
They were just words, after all. As fake as the rest of the night had been, when he had been forced to smile and rub elbows with the men and women of First Order that he hated most of all. Surely she had seen through them. Surely knew how he felt about her, how he would have given her anything, everything.
But now— when his cock was agonisingly hard and his body was brimming with a pleasure that danced just out of reach, and her eyes were flooded with mischief and lust and an ease he did not feel— they seem to have been the worst he could have said.
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23 Jan 2020