Kylo Ren lusts after Rey and has sex dreams. That's what I should have titled this fic. It's a smutty lemon story. Summary: after Crait in TLJ Hux overthrows Kylo Ren and splinters off to create his own evil order. Kylo Ren and his mother General Leia Organa (reluctantly) join forces to defeat Hux. Now they stand in an awkward place: Kylo Ren will not give up his dictatorship over dozens of planets so a shaky peace remains. To maintain the peace and hopefully sway Kylo Ren away from his baddie tendencies Leia hosts a summit for all leaders. Kylo Ren attends knowing Rey will be there and he's hella horny. (Also, the line "I will go as easily as possible, but I will take what I need," is taken from The Force Awakens novelization by Alan Dean Fos, page 198 of 262 on kindle. It is what Kylo says when interrogating Rey).

*someday I would like to expand the fic and go into detail about the post crait events but I just need this out of my system sry.

Warnings: OOC, AU, ANGST, Explicit mature material.

It always started the same…..

A brightly room. A few windows, one door. A grand mattress on a simple black bed frame, a desk with a chair standing next to it. Kylo Ren looked down at himself, at his clothes: black slacks, a black short sleeved shirt, black-socks and shoes. Always black. And there she was, wearing nothing but panties and one of his oversized shirts. Well - oversized on her. Why was he in a bedroom with a scantily clad Rey, but more importantly, why was Rey looking at him that way?

Don't question it, the words echoed in his dream – enjoy this.

Kylo smiled as Rey turned away from him and looked at something on his desk. Pulling the desk chair towards himself Kylo leaned back in it. He stared at Rey standing in front of him, leaning over the desk and propped up on her elbows as she poured over a sheet of paper (was it classified First Order information? Oh, who gave a fuck). This was a view he could get used to. Kylo decided to stand and leaned over Rey, pressing himself against her and kissing her ear. One hand rested on Rey's over the sheet of paper while the other found and played with the elastic of her panties. Kylo felt himself getting hard, very hard, as he throbbed against Rey's cheeks, a piece of warm steel at her back.

"Need help with that?" He murmured, chuckling as he licked her ear, lightly nibbling at the tiny ridge. He slowly grinded into Rey and pulled her backward into his lap as he sat down in the chair. Hands reaching up under her shirt and gently massaging her breasts, he pulled Rey against him as he slowly moved his hips, gently pushing his tented pants against her panty-covered rear. He kissed Rey's neck as she lay back, giving into the ecstasy.

One of his hands slowly slipped down Rey's taunt belly, Kylo's middle finger slipping under the elastic of her panties and into her silky wetness, once more wiggling around, lightly rubbing the tiny bud with his finger-tip. Kisses and nibbles covered the tender skin of Rey's neck as Kylo's other hand found one of her nipples and began to rub it warmly, massaging and lightly pulling at it.

Kylo sighed hotly into Rey's ear, rubbing his cheek against her neck, pulling her closer. He seemed to almost grind his entire body into Rey for an instant before recovering control and standing, bringing the scavenger up with him and holding her by those same to erogenous points. Kylo let go as his hands drifted to Rey's hips, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling her even closer, marveling at how soft and warm she was against him as the girl fell forward, catching herself on the desk.

In a barely-controlled moment Kylo again reached under the waistband of Rey's panties, pulling them down to her mid-thighs, marveling at the sweet flesh it revealed, groaning because he'd wanted this for so long. He felt Rey squirm beneath him. Kylo leaned in and whispered in her ear again, "I will go as easily as possible, but I will take what I need."

Rey whimpered as the atmosphere of the room shifted and Kylo drew back from her, glancing around, confused. Something was terribly wrong - why were they back in the interrogation room instead of his bedroom? Why were his last words from his interrogation of her?

Shit. A jolt from the starship rudely ended Ren's dream and he groaned. Kylo's dark eyes opened, and he stared, still sweating at his bedroom ceiling. What time was it? The red light flashing on his desk demanded his attention and Kylo heaved himself onto his side to hit it.

"Supreme Leader Ren," a formal voice spoke, "we are entering hyperspace and will arrive at our destination at 15:00."

"Message received," Kylo managed in a raspy voice. He sat up, shaken by the dream. What in the hell had triggered that? It had been three years since he had seen Rey. Three long years. Kylo closed his eyes and searched for her through their force connection. Nothing. After Crait he had continued the messy role of Supreme Leader of the First Order. Armitage Hux, who already had a loyal following and military prowess had no problem assembling a mutiny. The debacle with Luke Skywalker had been a humiliating blow to his reputation and easily fueled Hux's rumors that Ren was unfit to make decisions or lead. Desperate, Kylo had reached out to the one person he was sure would not kill him on sight - his mother. Together, the resistance and his small group of followers took on Hux and his army in a series of devastating battles.

The result? Hux was defeated, but at the cost of too many lives and resources. Kylo Ren retained his title of Supreme Leader and while he allowed the planets in his territory to elect Presidents, officials, and politicians, he always had the final say. His mother, General Leia Organa, grimly agreed to this shaky peace-pact. Leia watched from her new home, Limuw, as her son refused to give up his dictatorship. Dictatorship, Kylo scoffed as he remembered the words leaving her mouth. She was lucky her planet was not in his territory.

As for Rey - she resolutely rejected him multiple times. Kylo felt the secondary burn of humiliation when she slammed the Falcon's door in his face - after he begged her forgiveness. Throughout his alliance with the Resistance he would continue to take blows to his ego by attempting to make contact with her. Rey made it clear that until he left the First Order she was finished with him - but gods how he wanted her, needed her. It was not the pull towards the light that was his greatest weakness - she was. Around Rey, Kylo would always have a soft spot, the closeness of their force connection had bonded them more intimately than either of them had expected. Still...he struggled with wanting her at his side as an equal and wanting to dominate her.

Now, for the first time in three years, he would see them both in person: his mother and Rey. A summit was being held to honor (and put pressure on to continue) the peace treaty between the First Order and the Resistance. It had to be this upcoming summit that had spurred on the dream. Rising from his bed and walking to the fresher Kylo still felt wary. He wanted to at least retain a vague sense of control.

Staring out the fresher window Kylo watched as the ship came out of hyperspace and in Limuw's orbit. The rage that he had tried to bury began simmering; rage that Rey still inspired such strong emotions in him and invaded his thoughts and now his dreams. Kylo clenched his hands, balling them into his fists. He would prove to himself, and to Rey, that he didn't need her. Once and for all he would find a way sever the tie between them.

On Limuw -

The seamstress knew from the expression on her client's face that there had been a gross miscommunication.

"It is lovely Ena, it's just not...not what I ordered...at all," Rey could not hide her scowl as she stared at the dress in front of her. In an act of goodwill, the summit would begin with a formal dinner followed by socializing. Formal described none of Rey's clothing. She spent her days either training force sensitive children and adults, or designing medical technology. Her technical knowledge acquired on Jakku was not completely wasted. For this event she had her measurements taken so that a conservative long black dress with sleeves could be tailored. Instead Ena held up a form fitting long backless and sleeveless red dress. How the hell was she supposed to run in that?

"If I may, miss, you won't be training in this dress," Ena responded as though reading Rey's thoughts.

Rey shook her head, "Right - right of course. It's fine. It is just for one evening. Thank you Ena." Rey didn't want to appear ungrateful. She wanted to appear how she felt: strong, confident, and competent. Especially because she knew there was a strong chance she would be seeing Ben - Kylo Ren - tonight. To be honest, she was still a little afraid of him. The rage he projected at her when she turned away from him had frightened her.

"Are you okay miss?" Ena shook Rey out of her thoughts, "You seem a bit distracted. It is just that I would like you to try this on so I can make any last minute alterations."

Rey shook her head, "Oh of course - I am sorry Ena. It is a lovely dress." With a smile small she took the dress from the master seamstress. Seeing the expression that crossed Ena's face told her she was doing something incorrect.

"Miss Rey," she spoke tentatively, "If I may, I would like to help you into the dress. It is a bit tricky to put on by yourself."

"Oh," Rey's cheeks slightly reddened. When it came to defending her friends, saving innocent lives, or entire planets she did not hesitate. But the idea of another seeing her close to naked (and this person being just sweet Ena!) and dressing in a gown while attending a formal event just downright terrified her.

Get it together Rey she thought as she slipped out of her clothes and into the silky red dress Ena held out in front of her. She wiggled into the deliciously smooth fabric but gasped a bit when she felt the zipper pulled up. It was so tight.

Ena circled around her, beaming,"You look beautiful. Red suits you. See? Look," She turned Rey to face the mirror.

Oh no.

"Don't worry dear," Ena patted her on the shoulder, "you still look very respectable."

Still fixated on her reflection Rey felt the butterflies she had been suppressing growing stronger in her stomach. Feeling sorry for herself would do no good; it was time to master this unknown domain of political schmoozing and form fitting dresses. Besides, there would be dozens of other show stopping outfits that would easily outshine hers. She would glide by Kylo Ren, for she had nothing more to say to him. Right?