Commemoration

This is just ridiculous romantic fluff - or fluff-smut – because it's almost Valentine's Day, I guess, and because I've had a couple glasses of wine, and because I need a break from my other story, which is getting darker and creepier by the day. So this one is just for fun. *Was going to be 2-3 chapters, but I decided to keep going with it.

So, yeah, Reylo – sorrynotsorry. Please don't hate on the ship; I respect all ships. In this, they're not related and they know they're not related. I dunno how - maybe they went to 23andme-dot-gal and found out. ;)

The last thing Rey remembered was walking down the hallway, toothbrush in hand. Now, she was leaning against a tree. Well, half of her was leaning against a tree. The other half was leaning against something warmer and softer. Her eyes fluttered open.

About time.

She looked up to find dark brown eyes staring into her own. Kylo Ren.

"Gah. You know, if you wanted to see me, you could have just…" …asked.

"I wanted this to be a surprise." His voice was smooth and low, and obviously holding something back.

"Yeah, well, getting ambushed coming out of the 'fresher certainly counts as a surprise." Her brows drew together, a little line of irritation forming between them.

"I needed to be sure you were alone. To avoid collateral damage. As you requested."

She rolled her eyes. Considerate of you. "I'm in my night clothes."

"I noticed." His eyes roamed over her soft camisole, shorts and slippers.

Another eye roll. "So, uh, where are we?"

"Don't you recognize it?"

She stood up and turned in a circle, looking around until a familiar view appeared. "Takodana?"

He stood, too, and nodded.

"Why?"

"This is where we first met. Exactly one standard year ago today. It's the sort of thing I've heard women like to commemorate."

A word floated in her brain: anniversary. She tilted her head and blinked at him. "When I tried to kill you. And you kidnapped me."

"You wanted to kill me very badly. I could feel it – how strong your desire for blood was. It was beautiful."

Something fluttered in her stomach and moved lower, settling hot and throbbing between her legs. That should not turn me on.

But it does. I adore the violence in you.

You're strange.

He smirked. You like it.

She didn't argue.

Besides, that's what led to this.

That was true. This - whatever it was – Force bond (she had researched them a bit on her own using Luke's materials – she certainly couldn't ask him about it ) – had happened then, during the interrogation. Unintentional and unexpected, it had linked them – a fact that had infuriated her for months.

And that, he continued, is what led to this. He leaned toward her, brushing a soft kiss against her lips. She leaned in for more, but he pulled away.

You call that a kiss? She protested at being denied.

He stepped closer, backing her against the tree, his hands sliding around her shoulders, one roaming down over her back, the other up, touching her hair, her face, grabbing her jaw, his lips crushing hers, claiming them. She clutched his chest, digging into the rough material of his tunic, opening her mouth for the kiss, pulling his tongue into her mouth, inhaling him. He smelled like hot metal and welding fumes – the smell of space, she had learned, once she too started travelling through it regularly. It was the smell of the ship when she stepped out of it. His hands roamed over her, and she could feel them, hot and hard through the thin material of her night clothes. She pushed at his thick clothing in frustration, then moved her hands to his hair. It was free, and she tangled her fingers in it, pulling until she felt his pain and he grunted in her mouth, pressing against her harder, sliding his knee between her legs and spreading them apart so he could grind against her. She felt his erection even through his layers of clothing, remembered how it felt without the clothing, how it felt inside her, and she was instantly wet and aching. She pulled his hair harder, bit his lower lip; he bit hers back, hard enough that she cried out a bit, then released her, taking an unsteady step back.

Is that better?

"Mmm-hmm," she whimpered. They both stood, leaning against the tree, against each other, until their breath returned to normal. Finally, Rey looked up at him. "So, uh, this is what you had in mind? Here? In the forest?"

He laughed – just a low chuckle. "I would take you here in the forest – or anywhere - but no. This is…special. I reserved a room."

Her eyes widened. "At Maz's? You reserved a room for us at Maz Kanata's? Have you finally completely lost your mind?"

"Maz hasn't been running this place for a thousand years without making some excellent concessions to discretion. The room was paid for through several anonymous agents; there is an exterior entrance; there is no contact of any kind, with anyone – not even droids. No one will know."

She was still hesitant. Secret assignations in ships and abandoned temples were one thing – this was another thing entirely. If the Resistance found out, she would be exiled at best, tried for treason and imprisoned at worst. If the First Order found out – she assumed whatever happened to him would make prison look like a luxury vacation.

"But…"

He leaned close, his hair tickling her cheek, his breath tickling her ear. "Trust me."

Oh, sweet merciful Force. Trust you. Trust you and you'll ruin me.

He grabbed a loop of hair and pulled her head back, leaning over her and attacking her mouth again, hungrier this time, his breath hot, his hands gripping her shoulders hard.

You can count on that.

He let her go. She sighed. If she was insane, she liked insanity.

Mmmf. Yeah, okay.

They walked through the woods, toward the castle, which had been mostly repaired over the past year. The tallest tower was still missing, but otherwise, the place was back up and running. They took a path that ran behind the castle, winding among trees and shrubs. The path hid secret entrances to rooms. Here. He stopped, ducked into a path, entered a code in a pad and a door swooshed open, admitting them to a room that was at once sumptuous and ancient.

A buffet was spread on a long table in the center of the room. In the corner was a large bed, draped in red and gold coverings and piled with soft pillows.

We've never had a bed. She sent a visual to him, of the two of them, in the bed, tangled in the sheets, in each other.

We've never had all night. The visual he sent her made her knees go weak.

A/N

So, yeah. I thought the idea of these two trying to be romantic but still being, well, them was cute. So I'm weird. (Blushes)

The smell of space: based on published interviews with astronauts.

I was a little nervous about publishing this one - never did an 'M' story before. So, I hope you enjoy and reviews are greatly appreciated.