"Kiss me," Rey demanded. She stood on her tiptoes to look him in the eyes.
"What?" Kylo laughed.
"You heard me. Take off your mask."
"Bossy," he teased.
"I swear to god, you take that mask off and kiss me right now, Ben Solo, or I'll… I'll.. Well, I don't know what I'll do, but you don't want to find out."
"Don't. Call. Me. That." Kylo hissed. Still, he took off his mask. "It's Kylo." He wrapped his strong arms around her and brought her even closer.
His lips felt soft on Rey's own and she kissed him back.
"See? You're kissing Kylo Ren, not Ben Solo." He said his old name quieter. Rey giggled.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Ben." Kylo scowled. Rey wanted him to use that name again. She liked that name. It fit him.
"Ben is dead. Just like his father," Kylo growled.
"Yikes, can we not talk about dead people while we're kissing? I like Ben. It's a nice name."
"It's not mine," Kylo insisted. "Not anymore. Not again."
A/N: Did I mention I can't get these two out of my head? This one's short, but it was begging to be written.