He stared at her absentmindedly. She had been out for hours now and he was wondering if she would ever come to. Just then she saw her eyes flutter open and scowl at the interrogation light that burned her retinas.

Finally

"Where am I," she spat, disdain clearly evident in her tone.

"You're aboard Starkiller Base — the First Order HQ." He clarified

She looked down at the state her captivity: the metal bonds around her arms and legs and realised she was bound to a restraint board. Blummin' fantastic.

Eerily he was watching her still, studying her even. It made it all the worse that she couldn't see the expressions on his face to wager what he might be thinking.

He rose then, soundlessly and she could feel sweat beading her forehead at what was to come. She struggled with all her might against the bonds, straining to get away from him, terrified by what he could do to her.

He simply stopped, and brought his face inches from her own.

"I'll never tell you where it is," She fired, trying to quell the raging thoughts within.

He just leered at her.

"I can take anything I want."

The implication of his statement frightened her yet allured her all at the same time. He had said it almost softly yet so resolute she was sure she couldn't fight back.

He took off his helmet, depositing it on an ashen board with a gentle 'thump' to reveal a shock of long raven hair and a youth to match her own.

Handsome was seriously an understatement.

She had been expecting some disfiguration or mutilation. Why else would a man hide his face? But low and behold was an incarnate of sex itself.

Great.

She could feel his breath on her skin, smell his masculine pheromones. All her senses being invaded and intoxicated by him.

He gently brought his fingertips to her temples, barely grazing the skin and closed his eyes to reach her mind.

She wouldn't know how personal this was or how taboo by both Jedi and Sith standards. There was no greater intimacy one could reach than this and the thought excited him. He desperately wanted to know what made her tick. She was an enigma to say the least, a puzzle he needed to solve. He knew she was more than a scavenger, knew there was so much potential bubbling inside of her, bursting to be set free. Yet he also wanted her. Wanted her so much it went against everything he had come to understand. This was surely the forces doing. It had to be. Why else would he feel this compulsion in every fiber of his being; every Medi-chlorain of his cells?

He surged through her, seeing her truly: her light; her essence. He was drawn to it like a moth to a flame, simultaneously blinded and fascinated. Oh how he could stay in here forever. The pleasure of being inside her was overwhelming. All of his training had not prepared him for this, for her.

"I can see the island in your mind," he drawled.

He was losing focus now. His initial purpose discarded and forgotten in favor of knowing her.

"So alone... oh so lonely," he could feel her suffering as though it were his own. Her dreams, desires, fears and fantasies. He saw them all. Nothing was hidden from him.

"You view Han Solo as though he were a father—well let me tell you, he would've disappointed you."

It was at that moment he came across a barrier in her mind, one door he couldn't get passed no matter how hard he tried.

"Get Out of my head!"

He pulled out suddenly, afraid of getting lost in Rey and backed away from her as though burned.

A millenia seemed to pass in time with both of them wordlessly looking at the other.

Rey had never experienced anything like that before, that closeness. She knew a door once opened could be stepped through in either direction and she had seen him just as he had seen her albeit not as much.

She couldn't shake the feeling of how good it felt, how good he felt with their minds entwined together. She had felt a jolt of electricity when the bond was formed and was taken aback at how seamlessly they connected. From Kylo's mind that meant they were both 'force-sensitives'. Force Telepathy with a force-null wasn't possible in both directions. There needed to be a charged conduit from a high level of Medi-chlorians by both participants. That much she had gleaned.

She wanted him to know that she had seen him, wanted him to know she empathized with him as crazy as it sounded.

"You're afraid," she whispered, "afraid you'll never be as good as Darth—

She was cut off by his lips on her own and she melted into his passionate embrace...