This first chapter is more flicking between Ben and Rey. Its a slow burn Reylo with eventual smut

Being the Supreme Leader of the First Order was lonelier than he could have imagined. Rey's rejection haunted his every move, his every order. He questioned everything. He killed his master for her. A scavenger. A nobody. And how had she repaid him? She tried to strike him down with the same lightsaber his Uncle attempted to murder him with all those years ago. He'd bared his soul to her. And she rejected him. A scavenger. A nobody. But no matter how many times he tried to lower her standing, he couldn't. She wasn't a nobody to him. He tried, he really did but he couldn't shake her. Even with Snoke's demise, the bond still thrived. He could feel her every emotion and he knew he could speak to her if he so wished it. But he did not. The bond remained closed on his end, his defenses high - she wouldn't break him again.

The days that followed the evacuation of Crait passed as a blur for Rey. On Jakku Rey experienced isolation like no other, she knew nothing but loneliness. But having Ben connect with her through the Force, she experienced companionship with someone who understood her. Truly.

When she boarded the Falcon after picking up what was left of the Resistance, Ben leaked through the Force - she could feel his hurt with such an overwhelming force it nearly knocked her for six.

When she reached for her lightsaber, she called for it so she could run. She refused to answer him; unsure what her response would be and that frightened the life out of her. So she did what she thought was best and ran away to save what was left of the Resistance.

After saving Leia and what was left of her loyal troops, she dedicated her time to repair work, fixing the falcon and the rest of the fleet. She needed a distraction, to take her mind away from the dark and brooding Supreme Leader of the First Order. She couldn't get him out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried - his presence was constant in the back of her head. The temptation to reach him through the Force was getting too much; she wanted - no needed to speak to him, just to hear his voice. No matter how many ships she fixed, quick catch ups with Finn and Poe or quiet chats with Leia, nothing could fill the void he left. Despite their conversations been short and few, she'd finally felt the comfort she associated with home. There were only them left now, no one else understood the burden on being a Force user apart from him.

She gave into temptation.

…

"Ben?"

She'd never initiated contact through the Force before. It must be a trap he thought darkly. He took a deep breath and reinforced his mental defences; her Force signature dimmed in his mind. He had peace for now. It took effort yes. But it granted him silence.

The First Order however was far from peaceful. With the death of Snoke, the systems were thrown into chaos; under Hux's advice, Kylo dispatched legions of troops to the outer rims to bring order and remind the systems who was in charge. It was a strange feeling for Ren… to be in charge, take no orders, no voices whispering in his ear. Despite his new authority and power, Kylo was at a lost with what to do with it.

The First Orders main objection for so long was to hunt down the Resistance and kill Skywalker. Now the latter was dead and the former was barely existing. Now everything was dying he didn't know how to create his vision - his Empire.

Over the next few days, Kylo slowly eased himself into the role of Supreme Leader and tried to create stability throughout the Galaxy. His routine consisted of checking in with his Generals in every system at dawn, approving a new batch of Stormtroppers, meetings with engineers to oversee the repairs of ships and training. Although he had an entire army at his disposal, Kylo wouldn't let his years of training go to waste, his survival counted on being at his peak. One constant that wouldn't stop pounding away in his head was Rey. No matter how many times he tried to block her out, she managed to get a foot through his defenses. Nothing much but he could feel her annoyance through the bond at him for ignoring her; he'd be lying if he said he hated the attention. Thinking back, he couldn't remember the last time someone was so persistent in trying to get his attention - from his childhood it was generally the other way round where he had to fight for the affection of his mother and to be remembered by his father. Nonetheless he lasted a magnificent…. 8 days before lowering his defenses, unable to resist temptation.

"-how on earth did he manage to fit Nordoxicon shield generators? They're warsh-"

"-ship grade shielding….he stole them from Myomar shipyards." He answered, cutting her off mid sentence.

"... I didn't think you were listening." He didn't think he'd ever heard her sound so vulnerable and small.

"Only to tell you to give it a rest." He attempted to rebuild his defenses before he felt her reach out.

"Wait!" In an instant she was before him, ironically lighting up his quarters like a beacon. She didn't waste time in taking in her surroundings - he didn't feel his living space was much to gaup at but she must have thought otherwise as she gasped in excitement? "If everyone's rooms like this I feel a bit bad at trying to destroy this ship at every opportunity." She finally turned to face him, a smile etched on her face.

"Leave." Although he secretly enjoyed her temporary happiness, a large part of him knew this meeting would only make it more difficult to ignore her when the persistent yapping in his head began again.

The smile dropped from her face when he ordered her to leave. "You don't mean that."

"I won't turn Rey, I-"

"I'm not asking you to." She interrupted him, in a rush to be heard incase their time was cut short. "We're the only ones left... They don't understand - Finn and Poe, I have this power, this strength and I've turned into a kriffing pariah because of it!" She threw her hands in the air in frustration, her eyes never leaving his. Her words hit hard. They were the only ones left. "I don't want to be alone anymore."

"You're not." The words left his mouth before he realised what he was saying. Kriff. 8 days he lasted. 8 kriffing days.

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