Looking around the table at the row of solemn faces belonging to his crew, Kylo Ren sighs in boredom, grasping the arms of his chair while Hux makes some dull speeches about the budget being close to overdrawn (with a pointed look in his direction) or Stormtrooper recruitment programs, or some other mindless thing. Pulling his hand away from the armrest to inspect a bruising knuckle, he feels a tug from somewhere at the edge of this force bond- as Snoke put it- which the scavenger girl had left: a revolving door between their two minds, rent wide the night she turned tables and forced herself into his mind.

Realizing that, like always, she'd persist until he let her in, he did just that. Immediately, he sees what she sees: a dim & dusty mirror, probably from her cramped quarters where she was training with his uncle. It takes little more than a nanosecond for him to register what exactly it is she's trying to show him this time, and his cheeks instantly burn red.

She smiles, all teeth, all dimples, feeling through their bond the embarrassment he feels while watching her, mouth agape. He watches as the scavenger's hands move down from her neck to her chest to knead her breasts, biting her lip.

Too busy to play today?

He feels this thought pushed in amongst his own, and the way she blinks innocently at herself- at him- in the mirror makes the growing tension in his trousers nearly unbearable. She giggles, pivoting in place so that her little freckled ass is in perfect view.

Incredibly. Can you- can this wait? The knight chokes out this thought through gritted teeth, rooted in place by the desire coiling in his stomach. The girl's lips shift into a faux pout, and her eyes seem to gleam at the feeling of being downright torturous at the absolute worst of times.

Aw, the fierce & mighty First Knight of Ren can't handle himself around lil' ol' me, can he?

The rage blossoming in his chest tempts him to shut her out completely, to push her from his mind & keep her away; but seeing this as an opportunity, he settles himself- decides to turn this into a game. Rey practically feels him scowl, feels his grip on the armrest tighten to a white-knuckled chokehold.

Of course I can handle myself, little scavenger. I could handle you to, if I wanted, and I'm sure you know I'm not very gentle. You'd like that, though, wouldn't you?

In his mind, he watches as an expression of amused shock paints Rey's face, her lips curling into a challenging smirk. In the conference hall, he stands up from his place at the table, politely excusing himself despite an outraged look from General Hux.

Ooh, this is about to get interesting, isn't it? I like games. What are we playing for?

Her reflection giggles, steps backwards to sit on her knees atop the low-lying cot. Having finally reached his quarters (who knew a 600-foot walk could possibly feel so far?), Kylo removes his mask, tunic, & boots until he is left standing in front of his own mirror; clothed only in his black trousers. Their connection hums with delight from both sides- and judging by the way the girl's face is alight with the prospect of victory, he can tell she's ready to play.

We play for ren des veux rights.

Ren des veux rights?

I'm going to sit here, and think about all the things I could be doing to you- nothing is out of bounds, remember- and you'll do the same. First one to give in and touch themselves-

Like, touch themselves touch themselves? That hardly seems fair. Rey interrupts the thought. He gently hushes her and continues, his voice in her head throaty and tense.

You know what I mean, Rey. Loser has to find a safe spot & wait for the winner. Could be months, hours, days, anywhere in the galaxy- winner decides.

He watches her through the mirror as she weighs the pros & cons, patiently waiting for her to agree. Leaning back on his bed, he stretches his legs out and places his hands behind his head, steadying the flutter in his chest.

Game on, Ren.

Through their connection, her raised eyebrow and competitive smirk were practically palpable.

And then she's there. Well- not really there, but he can feel her, the way her sweet hot breath rolls in droves across his neck, how soft and surprisingly ample her body feels beneath his calloused hands. And then her tongue- fuck, she might actually have a chance at besting him if she keeps that up, the little runt- flicks along the outer edge of his ear, sending a tremor down the length of his spine like a damn blaster bolt.

"Ben," he hears her breathe, flinching at the mention of his ghost, "remember when you told me you could take what you wanted?"

The boy nodded his head vigorously.

"I want you to take it from me."

And with that, he's rolled her onto her back- sparing no tenderness in the process- and he is pressing himself hard against her hips, grinding. The motion elicits a filthy moan from the girl beneath him, and that alone almost drives him wild enough to forfeit. Almost. Until her voice pushes into his head, smug & conceited:

I'm winning.

He shifts focus- not because she's right in the slightest, never that- and licks at her collarbone, slow and purposeful, until he reaches the nape of her neck where her pulse is strongest, leaving his mark there for her to relish later. He moves upward to take her mouth with his, running his hands up her chest until he reaches her breasts. When he bites her lip, what comes from her mouth- bubbling up from the pit of her chest, he thinks- is a delicious mixture of a gasp and a deep moan, and Kylo realizes he's doing a poor job of keeping himself together. The scavenger's eyebrows furrow together in pleasure as his hands move deftly south to grip her hips, pressing his member even harder against her. The wet heat between her thighs threatens her resolve, makes the knot in her stomach unravel completely. Her hand moves almost of its own accord to relieve the overwhelming ache there, but stops short and instead, resigns to put it to better use- lacing it firmly among the swathe of luscious black hair, pulling his face away from hers only an inch or so. The desperate, almost feral look in his eye is mirrored in her own, she knows.

This time, when her hand wanders between her legs among the tangle of limbs, lissome and heavy, she finds herself incapable of taking any measures to stop it. The white hot need she feels throughout every muscle is entirely too much, too intense for her to handle. As she predicted, Kylo peels himself away from her, one eyebrow raised, a damn sexy look of satisfaction on his face.

I won. He gently pushes this thought towards her, with a smile fit for a king.

Rey closes her eyes and smiles back, admitting her defeat. She starts to take her hand away, thinking that the game is over and she's bound to be subject to some sort of torment, until she feels his close around her wrist.

I didn't say you could stop, did I?

A devious smile sweeps across that solemn face as he gently guides her fingers back into her cunt, slick with desire.

I want you to show me how you touch yourself when you think of me, Rey. Show me how you want me to touch you.

His hand atop hers, her fingers begin to move at their own pace, while the ones belonging to her other hand move upward to pinch her nipples. She finds her hips bucking up at her own touch, her breath quickening as she nears her peak.

Kylo leans down to whisper into her ear, looking down towards her hand at that beautiful mess of brown hair,

Show me how much you want me to take you.

The breathy command in his voice is what sends her tumbling over the edge, panting his name over and over, babbling about how good she feels, how even the air around her feels electrified. The Knight presses a single finger to her lips, hushing her rambling ecstasy.

Go to Crescent City, on Corellia. I will find you. And I will make sure you remember that I am no easy victory.

And just like that, he is gone from her mind.