Hi there! This is my first time writing anything sexy, so forgive me. The title (and subsequent snippets of lyrics throughout the piece) comes from a Panic! at the Disco song "Far Too Young to Die". I'd suggest a listen or two as you read, but you definitely don't have to follow that lol. Enjoy!

I never so adored you
I'm twisting allegories now

Their fights always ended like this.

Lightsabers tossed aside.

Rey's back pressed to the wall, the cold metal trying to cool her skin as it threatens to burn through her shirt, her body practically sizzling as he presses his against her.

Kylo's hand on her chin, holding her wrist down with the other one, leaving his body to still her as she tries to escape, pressing into her with a feral gaze.

This was a common dance of theirs, and they never finished with the steps.

I want to complicate you
Don't let me do this to myself

Rey swore that she wanted to melt. His eyes were bearing down on her, and she avoided his stare, knowing that if she looked, she would lose. She was already failing to keep him out of her head, He was spamming her mind with images that caused blood to rise to her cheeks. She didn't want to think of him like that. She panted, trying to ignore how he rocked against her to try to keep her secure against the wall.

Kylo could feel her struggling to hold on. He was struggling to hold back. He pressed into her harder, growling as a whine escaped her lips. The sound intoxicated him, and he was tempted to see if he could taste the sound on his tongue. Kylo held back the urge, instead leaning forward to nip her ear, laving the injury with his tongue. He noticed that her defenses were down- her mind for the taking.

"Don't. Please." He looked at her now, and this time, she met his gaze.

I'm chasing roller coasters
I've got to have you closer now

Kylo was taken aback by how dark her hazel eyes were, and he let her hand slip away from his grasp. He expected her to attempt escaping- but he felt fingers twining in his hair. She yanked him forward so that his forehead was flush against hers.

"I don't know what is happening to me." Rey moaned, feeling his head dip so that his lips could tease her neck. She felt feverish as Kylo shifted into her again, gasping at the feeling, then immediately feeling ashamed. Rey felt sick- she hadn't felt like this, never felt like this when she was away from him.

For other men- Poe, Finn, Master Skywalker—she only felt compassion; they were her family.

Kylo was most definitely not.

Endless romantic stories
You never could control me

Kylo smirked at Rey's conflicted face. He was particularly proud that he was provoking such a response from her, though anger flashed through him when he saw her think of the pilot and the traitor, no matter how fleeting of a thought.

"They've never made you feel like this." Kylo emphasized the statement with a well placed grind that had Rey throwing her head back against the wall, biting her lip. "Only me. Isn't that right, Rey? Only me."

The Jedi looked at her opposing Sith, and saw pleading in his obsidian eyes. Please, say it's only been me.

"Only you." She gasped out the phrase as he latched onto her neck, intent on leaving a mark. "Only you."

He was scorching underneath her, and she wasn't completely sure when her legs had wrapped around his hips, but she was glad for some semblance of control. She moved slightly, and Kylo seemed ready to choke with surprise at her responding. She smiled back at him, repeating her motion, smile growing wider as a strangled groan left his lips.

Well, I never really thought that you'd come tonight
When the crown hangs heavy on either side
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die

She didn't know whether to hate him or to want him. Rey decided that now wasn't the time to think about it, kissing the tip of the scar that she gave him as if that was her way of telling Kylo about her indecision. He reached up, cupping her head so that their lips could crash together as he pulled her face to his.

That is, until Kylo was shot from behind.

"Rey!" Finn called out, running to her with Chewbacca at his side, holstering his crossbow. Rey wasn't focusing on her rescue party as much as she was on Kylo, who took her down with him as he crumpled. Finn stopped short, saw the look in her eyes- desperate, scared- and groaned internally with disgust at his next words.

"We're taking him with us." He signalled to Chewie to pick up the fallen Sith, who was grunting in pain, wondering when the Resistance would stop shooting him with that damn crossbow. He caught Rey's eyes, asking for permission to enter her mind for but a moment. She was tidying herself, wondering if her swollen lips gave her away, but granted his request.

'Later. We'll finish this later.'

'I doubt that they allow conjugal visits in Resistance holding cells.' She replied cheekily, but still she trembled and flushed at the thought, Kylo practically smirking at her despite the pain as the group made a hasty retreat.

Rey wasn't sure if she should be worried about her feelings for Kylo on the whole, or she should be more focused on emotions as her downfall as a Jedi, but she couldn't stop herself from smiling to herself as she felt the burn of Kylo's mark on her neck.