Author's Note: This story is Reylo centric and shamelessly smutty, if either offend you then I suggest you get out now. If you would like more stories like this in the future, I ask you to please take the time to review at the end.

Part 1: Dreams

She dreams of him every night.

Since their fight on the collapsing Starkiller, since she left him lying bleeding in the snow, Rey knew he had survived the destruction of the planet somehow, despite being severely wounded. There had been no word about him to confirm that he had for certain survived, but Rey could feel it. She could not how she knew, but felt better about by the fact that General Organa also did not believe he had parished in the destruction caused by the Resistance. Rey felt that if anyone should know, even if it was just intuition, it would be his own mother, no matter how long they have been estranged.

The dreams started about a month into her training on Ahch-to, each night he would appear to her as she slept. Her master, Luke Skywalker knew of her dreams of his nephew, his answer to this was to instruct her to meditate. Yet no matter how much time Rey spent meditating, attempting to clear her mind and to banish him from intruding in her dreams, each night he reappeared. She had even tried to deprive her body of sleep, tried to stay awake for hours on end, but this only caused her to be vulnerable and weak. When she did not sleep, she was a useless Padawan, one who could not focus on what Master Luke instructed her to do.

Each night, as soon as her mind drifted off into a peaceful sleep, he would appear like a phantom. The first time she dreamed of him, she had been terrified. Starting at his hairline, descending down his cheek and to his neck, was a vicious scar. She had gasped when she had seen him, shocked at the red mark disfiguring his face. It did not make him completely hideous, but it did add an extra sense of brutality to him.

"You seem surprised by my appearance," he commented, moving towards her. For each step he took, Rey took a step back from him. He smirked at her and continued, "did you not think that slashing a lightsaber across my face would not cause any permanent damage?"

"You've come to harm me then," Rey hissed, preparing herself for an attack.

"Not at all. I'm angry about what took place, make no mistake about that but I don't intend to punish you. I place no blame on you," he explained.

Rey bit the inside of her cheek, attempting to keep her brave facade in the face of the monster before her. She crossed her arms over her chest and jutted her chin out, "why are you here then if not to harm me?"

Kylo Ren stepped closer to her and this time, Rey remained still, though cautious of any sudden movements from him, she would not show him fear by backing away. Despite her best efforts, Rey still felt somewhat intimidated by him. She felt that he was telling her the truth, that he was not there hurt her, but he was still much larger than she was. His frame towered over him, causing her to feel incredibly small. He reached his gloved hand out to touch her face, much like he had when he interrogated her on Starkiller Base, but before his fingers could graze her cheek, she raised her own hand and slapped his away.

That was a mistake, Kylo used his other hand and grabbed her wrist, then used his advantage in size to force her to walk backward. Rey gasped when her back collided with the wall, she was now pinned against the wall by Kylo's large frame. He grasped both her her wrists in one of his massive hands and held her arms over her head.

He leaned down and touched his forehead to hers, she felt his warm breath on her skin as he whispered, "because you need a teacher."

"I already have a teacher," Rey spat, struggling to no avail to free herself from his hold.

Kylo Ren scoffed, "I mean a proper teacher."

Rey turned her nose up undignified, "Luke Skywalker is a fine instructor."

He began to laugh at her, "If he was truly as great as you claim him to be, would you be in this position right now?"

Rey opened up her mouth to dismiss his insinuation but ended up remaining silent. He took her silence as defeat and smirked at her, she turned her gaze from his and huffed. Kylo used his free hand to guide her face back so that she was looking at him.

"You forget, that Luke Skywalker was the one who trained me. So remember, Rey, when you call me a monster, that every monster has a creator," he explained, this angered Rey.

"You...you are going to stand there and blame your own uncle for the horrible things you have done," she screamed.

He ignored her and continued speaking, "You are more powerful than you know, you have so much potential and yet you waste it by allowing that old fool to train you."

"Leave," Rey yelled struggling against him more fervently than before. She did not want to deal with Kylo Ren anymore, she wanted for him to leave and not return.

Rey awoke from her dream, panting and drenched in sweat. She looked around the room, but found that she was alone in the darkness, Kylo Ren was nowhere in sight. As she sat him in bed trying to calm herself, she could have sworn that she heard a familiar voice whisper, "I'll come back, sweetheart."

Come back he did, each night he haunted her dreams, attempting to convince her to leave Luke Skywalker and come to him. He would repeatedly tell her that he would be a better Master for her than his uncle, that by his side she would learn the ways of the force and possess power she could only dream of. Each night, Rey refused his proposal, but each time she could feel her resolve weakening. With each visit their interactions progressively became more comfortable, Rey found that she was no longer stepping back when he came towards her. When Kylo would sit beside her on her bed, she no longer quickly stood up to get away from him. When he stroked the tips of his long fingers gently across her cheek, she no longer flinched away as if she had been burned.

This is what terrified Rey about going to sleep each night, not that Kylo would eventually find his way into her dreams, but she was beginning to feel at ease with his company. Her acceptance and even at times welcoming of his presence frightened her. Was she losing herself, everything she believed into this monster? Was the dark side successfully tempting her? Rey found herself sometimes yearning for Kylo's presence, the company of her enemy. This wasn't right, she was not supposed to feel like this about a man so monstrous that he murdered his own father right before her eyes. Han Solo, who with his last breath reached up and touched his son's face, the son he had been trying to convince to come back from the dark side because he believed there to still be good in him.

Even after he murdered her husband, General Leia still believed her son still had light in him. It made Rey wonder if there were no bounds to a mother's love and if Kylo Ren could ever do anything so horrible that Leia would give up on him. If Leia could not bring herself to truly despise her son after all the pain he had caused her, how was Rey supposed to? So to deny these feelings she had developed unwillingly for him, she would put off sleep.

When Rey's exhaustion finally became too much and she would give in to sleep, Kylo Ren would be waiting for her. He would be both amused and angered by her actions, of her attempts to avoid him.

"Why do you do this to yourself, Rey?" he asked, dissappointment coloring his tone.

Rey ignored him, she crossed her arms childishly across her chest and stared at the wall, pretending not to hear him. She heard him sigh and felt him move closer to her. He was standing mere inches from her, but she still refused to look at him, she felt his fingers wrap around her chin. He slowly moved her head so that she was looking up at him, he stared down at her with dark eyes.

"Why do you avoid me, Rey?" he pleaded. Rey tried to avert her gaze from his again, but he would not allow her to.

Rey ran her tongue over her dry lips then bit the bottom one, tearing off the dead skin between her teeth. She took a deep breath and with all her strength she pushed Kylo Ren away from her. He stumbled back, not quite expecting her assault on him, but it did not do as much harm to him as she had hoped. She expected him to be angry, to lash out at her for pushing him away but all he did was chuckle. He briskly walked back over to her and took her face between his large hands, not hard enough to cause her pain but certainly not gentle. His hands were the same length as her entire face, Rey had no doubt that he could use his hands to crush in her skull if he wished to.

"That meditation that Luke Skywalker has you doing day in and day out doesn't seem to be working," he laughed dryly. Her anger amused him, it was proof to him that his uncle was incapable as her teacher.

"You're not real," she spat, struggling to free herself from his grasp. He moved one hand from her face to wrap his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"I am very real, this is all real, Rey. We are connected, you and I," Kylo declared, holding her to him as she struggled to pull away.

"You're just a dream," she yelled, refusing to believe this apparition.

He laughed down at her condescendingly, Rey reached her hand up to slap him but he caught her wrist before she could connect with his cheek, she snarled at him like a wild animal, baring her teeth. This only amused him further, at this point she was not sure if she was angrier with him or with herself.

"We may be in a dream, but I am very real and I am here with you," he insisted. Rey roughly shook her head, denying the words he spoke and their implications.

When Rey finally looked back at him, he was smirking down at her, a spark in his eyes. He was enjoying himself, basking in her reactions to his revelations. He was not through with her yet, he continued with his twisted game of telling her truths she did not wish to hear.

"You know what the best part of all this? My favorite part?" he jeered, smiling smugly down at her.

"What?' Rey seethed through gritted teeth.

He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered darkly into it, "I would not be able to come to you each night if you did not allow me to."

"You're lying!" she screamed, she used all her strength to shove him and he went tumbling to the floor but because he had still been holding her, Rey went down with him. She landed on top of him in a disheveled heap, she went to move away from him but he was quicker. Kylo flipped her over so she was on her back, he placed his legs on either side of her, using his body to straddle hers and hold her in place.

"Why would I lie to you?" he sneered, hovering over her and staring down at her with wild eyes.

"Because you're cruel," she shouted up at him.

"If you truly believe that I'm cruel, what does that say about you, the woman who willingly allows me to enter her mind? You may deny yourself sleep in a vain attempt to avoid me, but I would not even be able to be here if did not want me to be. Lie to yourself all you want Rey, but deep down you want me to come to you," he informed her, taking pleasure in his revelations.

"Why won't you leave me alone?" she snapped, squirming under him in an attempt to free herself.

"You know why," he said, his tone almost sounding bored with her and the conversation.

"Because I need a teacher, "she mimicked, mocking him and his attempts to convince her to become his apprentice.

Kylo Ren's nostrils flared as he glared down at her. His lips parted slightly and Rey could see that his teeth were clenched together, he was enraged by her. Rey was still underneath him, she watched as he took in shallow breaths in an attempt to calm his anger. She wondered if this was a technique Luke Skywalker had taught him long ago to control his anger, back when he was his uncle's Padawan and he went by the name Ben.

His attention snapped to her and Rey briefly wondered if he had seen her thoughts. If he had seen them he chose not to comment on them instead, he chuckled and moved so that his face hovered right above her own. Kylo placed his hand on her cheek and slowly slid it down her neck, his fingers rested over the pulse in her throat, he stared down at her with such an intensity it caused Rey's cheeks to flush.

"I've been your teacher for quite some time, Rey," he informed her. Rey's lips parted slightly and Kylo took the opportunity to brush his thumb across her bottom lip. "Why do you think Luke Skywalker won't spar with you? He sees me in you, in your movements as you wield your weapon. Our bond- it's causing you to learn from me without you even realizing it."

Rey said nothing, she was too shocked to think of a response. She had believed her natural ability while wielding a weapon had come from years of using her staff on Jakku. While that may have played a part, she could not help but wonder if what he said was true. It would explain the weary looks Luke would give her at moments like the time had rotated the stick he had given her to train with over her head then spun her body around. Could the force bond between them Kylo spoke of be real? If there was a bond between them, had Kylo been using it to influence her training?

"Then what do you want from me?" Rey demanded, glaring up at him.

Kylo's eyes darkened and he sneered, "Don't pretend to be naive, Rey, it's unbecoming of you."

Rey began to protest his claim that she was pretending not to understand, but it turned into a gasp when he pushed his hips into hers and she felt something hard against her thigh. Rey stared up at him wide-eyed, as naive as she may be at times, Rey was not foolish enough to not understand exactly what it was that she had felt. Kylo studied her face as she peered up at him doe-eyed and obviously flustered. Her skin was flushed; he could feel the pulse in her throat quicken under his fingers. He thrust his hips into hers again and was rewarded with a small moan from her, one she had tried to hold back. She was ashamed of herself, angry that her body would betray her in such a way. He knew she was enjoying his touch and he was elated by it. He slid his hand down her neck and over her décolletage until it was lightly touching the side of her breast. A shiver made its way down her back, Kylo pushed into her again, this time brushing his thumb over her nipple that had hardened underneath her tunic.

She bit her lip, trying her best to prevent another moan from escaping through her lips. Kylo moved his face from hers down to her neck, he forcefully pushed his hips into her again, this time pinching her nipple through the fabric between his thumb and finger and kissing her neck. Rey moaned, louder this time and Kylo took this as encouragement to continue, he proceeded to thrust against her but this time, he did not pause his movements to gauge her reaction. He continued his movement and kissed her neck, licking and biting the sensitive skin. Rey's back arched, pushing her body up and closer to his touch. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his dark disheveled hair, pulling him closer her.

Kylo moved his hand from her breast and to her hair, he wrapped her hair around his fingers and pushed her head up so that his lips could meet hers. The kiss was not gentle and sweet like she had expected her first kiss to be, his lips were pressed firmly against hers. He pulled on her hair, her lips parted slightly as she gasped and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Their tongues mingled, fighting for dominance over the other. Rey pushed her hips up into his and Kylo moaned into her mouth from the action. She was becoming dizzy from the kiss, she attempted to pull away from him in order to take a breath, but he held her in place. She pushed at him, trying to get him to stop so that she could breathe. Kylo finally got the hint and broke the kiss, both of them pulled away gasping for air.

"Come to me," Kylo demanded, touching his own forehead to hers. "Come to me and I will give you everything. I can give you pleasure; I can give you power. Come to me and whatever you wish for, it will be yours."

Rey inhaled a deep breath and took her bottom lip, swollen from their kiss, between her teeth. She wasn't in the right state to consider his pleas; her mind was still disoriented from everything that had just taken place. She was scared to find that she wanted to go to him, over the last several months she had begun to feel something for this man, something she was too ashamed to admit even to herself. She closed her eyes and turned away from him and murmured, "I can't."

She heard him angrily growl and slam his fist against the floor. He grabbed her face this time, rougher than before, his fingers digging into her cheek. He jerked her head back so that she was facing him again. His eyes were feral, her own eyes widened at how predatory he appeared. He lowered his face to hers and snarled, "Listen to me Rey, I will find you and when I do there will be consequences for your refusal to come to me. Do you hear me? I will overturn the entire galaxy looking for you and when I find you, you will regret rejecting me. I promise you, the next time we meet, it won't be in your dreams and you will be begging me for your release."

He aggressively pressed his lips to hers, to further assert his threatening promise. Rey woke up from the dream started, she sat up quickly in her bed and grabbed at her chest. Her heart was beating rapidly and breathing was in short fevered pants. She pushed her hair, drenched in sweat from her face before lying back down. Her body was wet with perspiration, her cheeks flushed, she then realized there was a wetness on her body that was not from sweat. Rey turned her body so that she was resting on her side, she brought her knees up to her chest. The dream, it had been so realistic that she questioned if it had been a dream at all. She pondered if what Kylo Ren had told her was true, that there was a connection between them and he used it to visit her while she slept. Rey shook her head at the notion, she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep this time, Kylo Ren was not waiting for her.

The following morning Rey woke up feeling refreshed. Following the first dream, this was the first night in quite some time she was able to peacefully sleep. She sat up and stretched her limbs out, a small smile on her face. She placed her feet on the cool floor and walked over to the fresher, she planned to bathe and wash off any remnants of her dream from the previous evening. Rey took her time in the fresher, she enjoyed the feel of the water as it ran down her skin, ridding her body of any trace of her dream. When she finished, Rey dressed in her usual gray capris and tunic before making her way to the dining area where she shared her meals with Luke Skywalker.

Rey greeted him, her tone more pleasant than it had been in months. Her master did not acknowledge her, though, he kept his eyes cast down at the table as she sat beside him and began to consume the food he had set out for her.

"Rey, you will be leaving for the Resistance base today to see Leia," he informed her.

Rey stopped eating and dropped her utensil on the table. Her mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry, the muscles in her throat tightened and it hurt to swallow. Rey took her eyes off of the food on her plate and glanced over at Luke who had raised his own head to look at her. They sat quietly and continued to stare at each other, waiting for the other to avert their gaze or break the uncomfortable silence that hung around them.

She couldn't take it anymore, Rey was finally able to push down the pain of his rejection long enough to question his decision, "Why are you sending me to General Organa?"

Luke took in an uneasy breath before calmly replying, "Because Rey, I recognize that as a mother and as a woman, she is better suited to provide guidance in certain situations than I am."

He knew. Outwardly, Rey put forth an apathetic front to his explanation but in her mind, she was panicking. No matter what Kylo Ren claimed every time he appeared in her dreams, his uncle was not a fool. Luke was aware of her dream of his nephew the previous night, that she had imagined him kissing her, touching her in the most intimate places. Her eyes widened and her hands trembled, she was completely mortified. She averted her gaze from his and focused on her breathing, trying to calm herself. She felt Luke place his left hand over her own shaking hand. His touch was steady and he kept his hand over hers until her own hand had settled.

"This is not a punishment, Rey. If in the future you feel you are able to continue your training, you are welcome to return," Luke promised.

Rey did not look at him but gave him a slight nod and a forced small smile before she stood up and walked to her room to collect her belongings.

She bid Luke farewell and conveyed her appreciation for allowing her to be his Padawan, even if for a brief time. She turned to walk down the stone steps to meet her escort back to the Resistance Base but was stop by a mechanical hand grasping her forearm. She turned around to face Luke who eyed her solemnly as she looked to him to find why he had stopped her. He did not look away from her eyes as he took her hand in his own and turned it over so her palm faced up towards the gray sky. She felt him place the familiar heavy weight of a lightsaber into her open hand.

"This belongs to you now, Rey. No matter who else may try to lay claim on this lightsaber, it called to you so it shall stay with you. You are going to need it in your travels. May the force be with you," he proclaimed. Rey nodded and gave him a genuine smile, he offered her once last curt nod before he turned away from her and began to walk away.

Rey opened her satchel and tucked the lightsaber safely inside of it. She took in a weary breath before beginning her long descent down the stone steps. As her foot connected with each slab of stone, Rey could not help but lament about how she was going in reverse. It had not been too long ago that she had climbed these steps and pulled that lightsaber out and held it out to Luke Skywalker. Now he was sending her back to the Resistance Base with said lightsaber back in her possession, more lost than she had been when she had arrived on Ahch-to.

Before all this had happened, before she had run into the forest of Takodana and came upon Kylo Ren, Han Solo's friend Maz had told her something that Rey had contemplated many times since. The belonging she sought was not behind her, it was ahead. How wrong Maz had been, she had pushed forward, leaving Jakku and all her hopes for the return of her family behind, and yet she was no closer to finding where she belonged.

Rey finished walking down the long winding steps and at the bottom she found a friendly face waiting to escort her back to the base. Despite all the difficulties she had dealt with that morning, she could not help but feel elated by his presence.

"Chewie!" she cheerfully exclaimed and the Wookie roared happily at her greeting. He held his arms open and Rey happily threw her arms around him, hugging herself close to him. She had missed him, she missed all of them in the past few months. She had kept in touch with them, but it was not the same as having them present. Finn's spine had been fused with mechanical parts in order to repair the damage that had been caused by Kylo Ren's lightsaber during the fight on Starkiller Base. Rey had felt so guilty, Kylo had done a number on him and the worst he did to her was force throw her into a tree, knocking her unconscious.

The day Finn woke from his coma he had contacted her, the fear of the First Order once so prominent in him had vanished and replaced with a determination to fight. His brown eyes held a spark as he talked about plans of training to fight with the resistance after he relearned to walk. She smiled at his enthusiasm, that he had found a place where he belonged amidst all the chaos in the galaxy. He spoke of Poe often, with a tone that expressed more than just admiration for the pilot who he credits his rescue from the First Order to. Rey was happy for her friend, but a small part of her was jealous of him. Finn had found where he belonged so easily compared to her and did not have any doubts about it. He fell for the hero, someone whose light caused his own to shine brighter. Rey wished it could be so simple for her, that she did not feel an attraction to Kylo Ren that continued to grow each time her subconscious conjured him up while she slept. Her apparition of him may share many qualities, including his proneness to fits of rage, but it also possessed a vulnerability at times she believed the real Kylo Ren to be incapable of. It was naive of her to believe that she could use her light to illuminate his darkness, she knew deep down that if she gave herself to him, his darkness would overpower her and consume her light. What troubled Rey most is that part of her wanted this to happen, she was tempted by the idea of finding her place by in the galaxy by Kylo Ren's side.

Rey's reverie was interrupted by a roar from Chewbacca, she looked up at the Wookie, smiled confidently answered, "Yes, I am ready to leave."

She followed the large Wookie onto the Millennium Falcon, the large ship they had flown to the island that Luke Skywalker had been hiding alone on for so long. The large vessel felt empty, gone was the charm it once held when she had flown it with Han Solo. She made her way to the cockpit and situated herself in the co-pilot seat beside Chewbacca. She flipped the necessary switches and the ship came to life, ready to take them back to the Resistance Base where General Organa would be waiting for her.

As they flew past various stars and planets, Rey imagined what would be discussed during her meeting with Leia when they arrived on base. She wondered how much of the situation Leia was aware of, what exactly did Luke tell his sister of Rey's dreams about her son.

The lights flickered in the old starship before turning off completely, Rey's thoughts of her meeting with the General disappeared as she focused on trying to get the power to turn back on. The various methods she was trying were failing, none of the controls were functioning.

Rey stood up from her chair and turned to her co-pilot and said, "I am going to go check what the problem is."

He nodded and continued to try different switches on the control panel. Before she left the cockpit, Rey spotted her bag and paused. She stared at it and then decided to take the lightsaber from it before leaving to investigate the ship. She attached the hilt of the weapon to her belt before walking into the main corridor, it was completely dark throughout the long hallway and she was having a difficult time making her way through. Rey decided to take the lightsaber and ignite it, to use it as a light source to guide her through the darkness. The blue of the lightsaber illuminated the corridor enough that she could safely make her way to the maintenance access.

When she was almost to the maintenance access, Rey heard a loud noise echo throughout the starship. She had heard that noise on the Millennium Falcon before when Han Solo and Chewbacca had docked and come onboard when she had taken the ship with Finn. She changed direction and instead made her way to the port side dock to see who had just boarded. She walked cautiously toward her intended destination, attempting to muffle the sounds of her footsteps as best as she could. The hair on the back of her neck raised, her body hypersensitive to her surroundings.

Rey turned the corner and became startled when she came face to face with a familiar figure. There in front of her, cloaked in his usual dark robes was Kylo Ren in all his menacing glory. She blinked and assured herself that she was in a dream again, that it had to only be in her mind.

"Rey," he spoke.

She snapped back to attention, she was now adamant this was not a dream because the Kylo Ren in her dreams never wore his helmet. Rey raised her lightsaber and positioned her body to ready herself against an attack. His own lightsaber was not ignited and he made no movements to turn it on, he held his hand out towards her and Rey prepared herself against his use of the force.

"I don't want to hurt you," his distorted voice called out to her. She did not relax at his words, instead, she lengthened her form to appear more threatening.

He ignited his lightsaber and walked towards her, Rey in turn, released a yell and charged towards him. Their lightsabers clashed just like they had when they fought in the snowy forest on the Starkiller Base. She recalled that he was strong during their last fight, but it was nothing compared to his brute strength now. Every move she made he met her with equal force, he was not wounded this time and was using everything he had to overpower her. Even though she had more training in wielding a lightsaber than last time, she was no match for him and his years of training. He seemed to know the move she would make before she did, she could not land a single blow on him. Their weapons collided and each of them tried to use their strength to push into their weapons and overpower each other. Like he had on Starkiller Base, he was able to use his imposing form to force her to walk backward until she was trapped, this time, she was backed up against a wall of the Millennium Falcon. Kylo Ren's face was hidden behind his mask, but Rey imagined his face was twisted into the same look of determination she had seen when he had her trapped against the edge of the crater. Rey's concentration was disrupted by deafening roar, her head instinctively turned towards the noise then everything went black.