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“So I saw this TikTok,” Rose started, taking a big spoonful of her soup and shoveling it in her mouth.
“Yeah?” Rey raised her eyebrows, mouth full of her sandwich.
They sat in their work breakroom on a Friday around noon for lunch at a little table. There were others in the room, reheating their food or eating at their own tables.
Rose nodded, opening her phone.
Then, she looked around and leaned forward, motioning for Rey to lean forward, too. In a hushed tone, Rose smirked, “Did you know women have three types of orgasms and it’s different for each person? Like, I have one type. You have one type. But there are three kinds!”
Rey snorted—and maybe possibly just accidentally swallowed a hefty piece of turkey meat from the way she choked for half a second.
When she recovered from her choking mixed with laughter, Rey whispered, “What kinds are there?”
“So the TikTok says—"
“What TikTok? What are we talking about?”
Finn appeared seemingly out of nowhere, taking a seat next to Rose.
“Not sure this is your type of content, Finn,” Rey giggled, taking another bite of her sandwich.
He frowned.
“What is it?”
“Orgasms,” Rose whispered, wiggling her brows, “Female orgasms.”
Finn’s jaw tightened and he blinked. Then, he scooted his chair closer to the table and leaned in on his elbow, shrugging, “Oh. Well, I wanna hear.”
“Okay,” Rose smirked, “So, according to this TikTok, women have three kinds of orgasms.”
Rey leaned even closer, her chin resting on her fists.
Rose went on.
“This girl says there’s the ocean wave, the avalanche, and the volcano. And you only have one kind!”
Rey quirked a brow.
“Oh?”
Rose nodded.
“Yeah. So the ocean wave is—Finn, do you actually want to hear any of this? Not sure it will ever…come up for you.”
Finn rolled his eyes.
“Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m not intrigued. Go on.”
Rey giggled and urged Rose to continue.
“Okay okay!” Rose squeaked, then leaned closer, putting her fist on the table for the three of them to see. She started slowly opening and closing her fist, replicating something as she explained, “So the ocean wave is most common. When a girl orgasms, it can look like this. Just squeezing like waves on the beach. When the girl comes down, it gradually stops pulsing like this, but it’s really consistent and steady, you know?”
Rose started to slowly stop squeezing her fist.
“I think I orgasm like the ocean wave,” she shrugged.
“What the hell does that even mean?” Finn muttered, staring at Rose’s fist.
“Keep going! What are the others?” Rey asked, extremely curious. Her sandwich was long forgotten.
Rose smirked.
“Okay, the next one is the avalanche. So, it’s the muscles that squeeze like—Okay, like, everyone’s muscles are different and this one is—ugh, I wish I had this one. So, this one is like the wave, but it starts a lot higher. Like—”
Rose squeezed her fist in a tight ball, let it relax, then squeezed it tight again.
“Like, it’s a stronger muscle pulse, I think. Anyway, it’s also pretty consistent and goes down over time, but it starts off with like—a lot of force.”
Rey felt her face get hot.
“Sounds dreamy.”
Finn piped up again, asking, “What’s the next one?”
Rose nodded, then lifted her brows.
“Are you guys ready?"
“Yes!”
“Please!”
“Okay! Shh!” Rose leaned in again, her fist on the table, squeezing tight, her knuckles drained of any blood, white. She explained, “The volcano is the last one. It’s like a huge, tight couple pulses, then—”
Rose laid her palm flat on the table, fingers separated.
“—Then boom. You’re done. But apparently those pulses at like—like the top? You know, when you first get there are like magical. But it’s over really fast. It’s like super intense and then just—just done.”
Rey blinked.
“So there’s those three?”
“Mhm. Apparently, every woman only has one type,” Rose answered, “Like that’s a girl’s standard. One of those.”
“Holy shit. I know female orgasms are supposed to be like—you know, intense but—wow,” Finn choked out.
Rey leaned back, away from her friends. She peeked up at the ceiling in their break room, thinking.
“I have no fucking clue which I am,” Rey shrugged, “Probably ocean wave? You said that was most common, yeah? I think—I think I’m that one. Definitely not a fucking volcano or—"
“What’s this about a volcano, Niima?”
A voice came from behind her and Rey internally groaned.
“Hi, Ben!”
“Hey, Rose,” Ben said cooly.
Rey couldn’t see him, but she knew he was probably smirking. Hands in his pockets. Looking like a complete and utter douche.
Finn nodded at Ben.
Then.
“Niima,” Ben ‘greeted’ in a low voice.
“Solo.”
She didn’t bother turning around.
“So, what’s this about a volcano?”
Ben slid a chair out from the table. The chair next to Rey’s.
She’d like to punch him.
Rey didn’t understand why everyone liked Ben. He was an asshole. A stupid, smart, handsome asshole.
Rose liked him. Said he was funny. She thought he could be harsh, but she found it endearing somehow. Finn liked him, too. Said he was great at his job and never gave him any flack.
But he wasn’t any of those. He was an asshole. An asshole that called Rey by her last name. He didn’t call anyone else by their last names.
So, Rey started calling him Solo.
His eye twitched every time she did—called him that.
“I don’t think this conversation is really Solo’s thing,” Rey muttered.
“Ouch, Niima.”
“Rey!” Rose waved her off. “I think that B—”
“Orgasms. Female orgasms,” Finn explained. “That’s what we’re talking about.”
Ben slowly nodded. Then, he said quietly, “…volcanoes? You were saying something about volcanoes and…orgasms?”
Rey rolled her eyes. “Not that you would know anything about the female orgas—"
“There are different kinds of orgasms!” Rose told Ben, a little too loud in their place of work’s sacred breakroom.
Rey took a long sigh as Rose explained the orgasm types again. She was mostly annoyed at how much her friends liked Ben. How they included him.
This whole thing started because of him and Rey just couldn’t understand how and why her friends still tolerated him. Put up with him. Liked him—even after he was an asshole to Rey.
Her friends say he isn’t an asshole. They say he isn’t stuck up. Rude. Childish. Insufferable.
But he was.
Is.
“Rey doesn’t know which kind she is,” Finn told Ben.
Rey gave Finn a look that could kill him if she tried hard enough. Her cheeks turned red.
“Is that so, Niima?”
“Shut up. Both of you,” Rey spit, fists balling under the table.
Rose giggled, “Rey said she thinks she’s an ocean wave, like me!”
“Hm,” Ben hummed.
She’d like to disappear and die.
Instead, Rey took another bite of her sandwich and said with her mouth full, “It doesn’t matter what kind I am.”
“Yes, it does!” Rose squeaked. “It’s yours! That makes it special. You can’t have any other so yours is so unique to you!”
Rose was quite a romantic—even regarding orgasms.
“I don’t think women can only experience one. I bet they can have all three with the right partner,” Ben said casually, his knee bumping Rey’s for some reason.
He was huge, always taking up fucking space.
“I’ve only had one kind,” Rose shrugged.
Ben gave her a look.
“Yeah. You’re with Armie. That checks out.”
“Hey!”
“I’m done with this conversation,” Rey muttered, swallowing the last of her food in her mouth. She wrapped her sandwich back in the paper it came in, ready to eat at her cubicle.
Fuck her friends for liking Solo so much that they had to blab about her in front of him.
Rey turned to wiggle out of her chair when her knee was met with Ben’s big, stupid, idiotic leg.
“Move, Solo.”
“You’re leaving?” Finn frowned.
Rose pouted.
Ben was smirking.
He moved his leg.
“Have a nice lunch, Niima,” Ben mumbled under his breath to her.
Only for her to hear.
Asshole.
Rey flipped their table off as she left the breakroom, hoping no one from HR caught her. Her friends giggled and she even heard Ben laugh with them.
Ugh.
The rest of her Friday afternoon was spent in meetings. The boring stuff. None of her friends were in her department, so Rey had to hear Armitage Hux blab on about new strategies to make the company more marketable.
When the workday was over, Rey gathered her things together at her desk, shoving what she needed into her bag.
Rey was excited to spend the weekend catching up on a show she’d been meaning to watch.
But before she could do that, she had to survive getting out of the building.
She had to survive because Ben Solo was standing by the elevator.
Just standing there.
They were the only two left in the office for the day.
“Why are you just standing there like a weirdo?” Rey asked, walking to the elevator, passing him.
“No reason,” Ben responded. "Just leaving."
Rey clicked the down button and Ben faced the elevator.
He was clearly taking it with her.
She spit, “Are you sure it’s a good idea to mix me in an elevator with you?”
“What?”
Rey clenched her jaw.
He didn’t remember.
Of course, he didn’t.
Of course, he couldn’t remember when he was an utter asshole because it’s just in his bones, isn’t it?
“Nothing.”
The elevator did its familiar ding and the doors opened up.
Rey stepped in first, followed by Ben.
She was about to press her floor when Ben’s big, stupid body leaned over and his big, stupid finger pressed G.
“Garage?” he asked, voice low.
“No. Unlike you, most people in this city walk. Not drive,” Rey scoffed. “First floor.”
His jaw clenched, but his stupid, big finger pressed 1, too.
Rey stood there, arms crossed as the elevator went down.
Ben spoke in the silence.
“So…ocean wave, yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Rey was staring straight ahead, cheeks burning. He was such an asshole. A mean, rude, insufferable asshole with no sense of decency and—
He pressed the emergency stop button on the elevator, the box in the air they occupied coming to an abrupt halt.
“What the fuck, Solo?” Rey spoke with her hands, a telltale sign she was furious.
He simply faced her, backing up until he was resting against the elevator wall behind him. Ben crossed his arms and smirked at Rey.
“Niima, I need to talk to you.”
She squinted at him and crinkled her nose, still talking—no yelling—with her hands.
“Are you kidding me? Couldn’t you have talked to me upstairs? Or downstairs? Or any place where you don’t require locking me in a tiny space with you like a freak?”
“You wouldn’t let me talk a second ago. What makes you think you’ll let me talk with you at all? I needed to do what I could,” Ben shrugged.
Fucker.
“Okay.” Rey lifted her brows, crossed her arms, and stood with her hip popped. “What exactly would you like to share with the class?”
He smiled again.
His big, very nice, stupid, annoying smile.
“There’s no way that you can only have one kind of orgasm and never experience the other kinds.”
She scoffed, arms uncrossing and going in the air again, “This is what you wanted to tell me? Fuck you. Is this—This could be sexual harassment, Solo.”
“Can we just have this one conversation?” he asked, leaning forward, just a bit closer to Rey. “I’m simply telling you. There’s no way you can’t experience all three.”
Rey rolled her eyes.
“Rose said that you can only ha—”
“I doubt that’s true.”
“I’m sure you know all about giving women good orgasms,” Rey spit, pressing her lips together.
He cocked a brow. “Niima, you’ve sure got great taste in men if they can only give you one kind of orgasm.”
“Solo, are you telling me that you can give a woman all three kinds of orgasms—no matter a girl’s regular type?”
“Yes.”
“I really doubt that.”
“Would you like proof?”
Rey squinted at him.
“What?”
He was quiet.
Just for a moment.
Then.
“I can make you come,” he shrugged. “All three ways.”
Her mouth went dry. She couldn’t believe they were having this idiotic conversation in a broken elevator—courtesy of Ben—and he was actually—
Ben actually said he could make her come.
All three ways.
Rey’s breathing quickened.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
"You of all people," Rey muttered. “You cannot make me come all three ways.”
“Yes, I can,” he nodded like she was being crazy. Like she didn’t know what she was talking about.
He nodded like he knew he could. Like he knew he could absolutely make her come all three ways.
“No, you wouldn’t be able to—” Rey jutted out her chin and stood proud, noting, “—because I have to be actually attracted to you first.”
“You are attracted to me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Don’t lie to yourself.”
Rey balled her fists, hissing, “Solo, I’m going to report you to HR if you—”
“It’s easy, really,” he shrugged, moving off the wall of the elevator and slowly walking closer to her. “It’d be quite easy to make you come. I really bet I could make you feel all those ones. What did Rose say? Ocean wave, volcano, and avalanche?”
Rey stood there, mouth twisting in anger.
And a bit of something else she couldn’t put her finger on.
“Ah, yes. Those three,” he nodded.
Rey was the one with her back to the wall now, Ben stepping closer and closer.
She didn’t tell him to stop.
“Very easy to get those three,” Ben told her, voice low.
“Oh, is it then?” Rey whispered.
She couldn’t quite talk.
“Mhm. Easy.”
She squeezed her thighs together. She couldn’t help the feeling that suddenly grew between her legs. It wasn’t her fault.
It wasn’t.
He was…extremely close. Not quite touching but too close when you’re in an elevator with someone and it’s just the two of you.
Still, Rey didn’t tell him to stop. To backup.
“How so, Mr. Orgasm Expert?”
Ben backed up, away from her. His demeanor less intense. More smirk-y and proud again.
Asshole.
“It’s all about the way someone tries to make you come.”
She squinted. “I don’t understand.”
“Then let me show you.”
“Gross, Ben.”
He bit his lip.
“Why gross? Why not? It can be a bet.”
She crossed her arms again. “A bet?”
“Mhm. I bet you I can make you come all three ways.”
She thought for a moment.
Rey supposed Ben wouldn’t be the worst at that. Giving head. Is that what he’d do? Eat her out?
Maybe.
She’d ask.
But if that’s what he was going to do, he had great lips for it. They were big and looked soft. Nice for sucking and—
Gross.
“How would this work exactly?” Rey asked, swallowing thick.
“You want me to walk you through how I’m going to make you orgasm?” he asked, brows raised.
“No, dummy,” Rey sighed. “Are you just—How are we going to be?"
He smirked.
“Do you mean am I going to see your pussy?”
“Solo!”
“Hm?”
Rey took a deep breath. Squeezed her eyes shut.
Then.
“Yes. That’s—Yeah. That’s what I mean.”
Ben shrugged. “That’s kind of an important part, so I assume I’d see...a lot of you."
“Are you gonna…you know.”
“Am I going to what, Niima?”
She played with the end of her blouse nervously.
“Use your mouth. Are you going to use your mouth?”
His jaw clenched. Eyes darkened. Voice became low again.
“Oral is—That’ll be pretty important for the orgasms, don’t you think, Niima?"
“Depends on if you’re any good.”
“I think I’ll make you come just fine with my mouth.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Ben got off the wall again. Stepped closer to Rey, but not quite too close.
He said, “I’ll make you come so hard three times that by the end—after you’ve had all three of those little orgasms—you’ll be begging me to take you on a date. You’ll be in love with me.”
“As if,” Rey breathed.
Her breathing wasn’t—
It wasn’t quite normal.
What?
This was an intense conversation.
No other reason.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” Rey blurted.
“What?"
“Like…” she glanced at the floor, nervous, then looked back up at Ben. He looked at her with wide eyes. Rey went on. “Are you going to fuck me? With—With your dick? Is that necessary for one of the types of orgasms? Or just oral? I’m just—I’m just curious.”
His jaw moved from side to side.
“Mhm. I uh—Yeah. For one of them it’ll—it’s good if I do that,” he nodded, looking between both of her eyes. “But only if you want to. I can—I’m sure I can find another way to if you d—”
“I’m on birth control,” she interrupted him. "So I don't—We can do that, I mean. If it's part of it. Because I'm—Yeah. Birth control."
“I see.”
Rey pressed her lips together.
“Can we save that one for last?”
“Specific request, Niima,” Ben grinned.
She replied quickly with, “I’d rather you take me doggy so I won’t have to look at you for our last time.”
“You don’t even know if that’s the right position for the orgasm you’ll need when I fuck you.”
“I wish it is. I don’t want to look at your stupid face.”
“You sure?”
“Very.”
It was quiet again.
Just for a beat.
Just for a beat before Ben started talking again because of course he’s talking every two goddamn seconds.
“I wanna see your face,” he said, stepping close again. “I’ll make sure I’ll see your face every single goddamn time you come just so I can take a mental photo of it.”
“So you can jerk off to it later?”
He shook his head.
Stepped closer.
“So I can say to myself, ‘You made uptight, Ben-Solo-hating, pretty, little Rey Niima from marketing come so hard her face twisted’.”
Rey sucked in a breath of air. “You don’t even know if my face does that when I come.”
“I’ll find out soon enough.”
Again, silence in the elevator. They were a mere few inches away, Ben towering over her. He was so goddamn tall. So goddamn tall and big and wide and—
“You know, Rey—We don’t have to.”
He backed up again.
“I don’t have to give you the best three orgasms you’ve probably had in your whole life. You can say the word and we won’t talk about this ever.”
She twisted her mouth and crossed her arms once more, puffing her chest a bit.
Rey was definitely up for a challenge.
“No,” she swallowed. “No, I want to see if you can even make me come at all, let alone make me come three different ways. If you can, then I’ll get to tell myself, ‘Ben Solo, the fucker in finance had the pleasure of making me come and he did it for free’.”
She was the one to step closer to him this time, making him step backward, nearly to his own side of the elevator wall.
“And if you fail at this weird, little, self-fulfilling experiment of yours, I can also say, ‘Ben Solo, the fucker in finance that bragged about being an orgasm expert couldn’t even make me experience three different types of O’s’.”
She didn’t realize she was pointing at his chest, her pointer finger on his nice suit.
Rey moved her finger from the fabric.
She shrugged.
“It’s a win-win for me.”
Then, she frowned.
“Wait…what exactly do you get out of this?”
“What I just told you,” Ben told her, leaning down, his face close. “Knowing I made you, Rey Niima, lose your mind and come.”
“And that’s all,” Rey stated, grinding her teeth.
“Mhm.” Then, Ben swallowed. Added, “And you’re just getting three free orgasms.”
It sounded like a question.
“If you can even make me come, yes.”
He smirked.
“I can’t wait to make you say my name.”
“As if.”
“We’ll see.”
Rey made her way to her side of the elevator again.
Ben pressed the emergency button again, the elevator moving.
God, she wished she knew she could’ve just done that herself five minutes ago.
“So,” Rey started. “When is this all gonna happen?”
“We can start tomorrow,” Ben offered, casually. “Tomorrow night. My place or yours?”
“Mine. I’m not so sure if I go to your place, you’ll kidnap me.”
“You’d be too annoying of a captive,” Ben smiled, kicking her ankle.
She rolled her eyes.
The elevator stopped on her floor.
“Tomorrow night,” Rey stated, peering at Ben.
“Tomorrow night.”
Rey got off the elevator.
As the doors were closing behind her, she heard a quiet, “Goodnight, Rey.”
But she must’ve imagined it.
Because Solo doesn’t call her by her first name.