There had been plenty of glances around back on the Finalizer. Who looked first, they probably would never know but Ben at least had tried to sway her attention a bit more by finding whatever opportunity he could to be shirtless around her. Especially when he ran her simulations. And once in the hotel, the glances became more frequent. The flirting was obvious but nothing was ever spoken about directly.
They were speaking now but Ben was finding it hard to care about talking much at this point when Phasma was lined up naked against him, her hipline matching his. Their noses touched. He smiled and couldn't think of anything else in that moment outside of those bold eyes. She so easily admitted this loss of control that Ben wondered if this had happened to her before. Nothing seemed to surprise her. Why did he want to so bad?
Oh. He knew why.
"I've never known you to ever be out of control. Or clumsy. You are far too stubborn," Ben teased her. True, he tried to think and he couldn't say he'd ever seen the woman trip even once. No doubt those perfectly long legs helped keep her balanced. Legs he could wrap his hand around as he tried to heave her further against him, the urge to have more of her overtaking him. Those damn nails pulled an eager sigh from him and he bit at her bottom lip with sly grin. As soon as she parted her lips enough, he teased his tongue through.