Escape

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This is my first Reylo fanfiction, and frankly, it's terrible. Still, I hope someone enjoys it, LOL. Please leave a review, no matter how you feel about it. SPOILERS go without saying, but still... Have a good read, my lovelies!

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Rey huddled in the corner of the little escape pod, her holding her legs and resting her chin on her knees. She was shivering; the heating in the pod had gone out with the engines. She spread the linen of her clothes as far around her body as she could before chancing a glance at the other occupant.

Kylo Ren's dark head was bowed over his crossed legs, his helmet setting to the side. His arms were folded, and she could tell he was cold as well from the way he hunched forward, his bangs hiding much of his face. Looking at her adversary, Rey's mind was a whirl of frustration, anger, fear, and- something she didn't want to acknowledge, not yet, but it's presence tickled her, a clench in her belly that she felt whenever she looked at him.

What was I thinking? As the thought crossed her mind, she saw Ren's dark head twitch slightly, his hands fisting, and held her limbs even tighter against her,trying to keep her thoughts to herself. She had spied his ship on the way back to the Resistance's base; not the huge war ship she'd heard of, but the smaller personal vessel, manned by Ren and a few troopers at best. Flying through hyperspace, Rey had managed to land her X-Wing inside their open docking hold as they let out a TIE fighter. She was armed with her lightsaber and out into the hold before any of them could react, and then he was before her, tall, and dark, and dangerous...

She saw him twitch again, a little rush of aggravation from him as he felt her recalling the circumstances through the Force, and then a confused query from him, asking why she had described him that way She didn't answer, closing the barriers around her mind.

They had flown around each other in a graceful cascade, saber's crackling together until he had hit something critical to the ships functioning. Gas had exploded into the hold, and they had both stopped fighting, halted by the change in circumstance. Rey had thought to head back to her X-Wing, but Kylo Ren had grabbed her arm and moved them into a nearby escape pod only feet away.

The explosion had left the pod engine-less and dead in to the sky, and the two of them were trapped helplessly together in the cold. She supposed they were lucky the oxygen generators were still functioning. She was irrationally annoyed, blaming him for their predicament despite the fact that he had saved her. If she had gotten to her ship, she wouldn't have made it out.

She owed her life to Kylo Ren.

Rey suddenly stood, anger at herself and him overriding the dangerous cold of their sanctuary. "This is all your fault," she flung at him, verbally and through their strange connection.

"My fault?" he asked, looking up for the first time. She felt him bristling at her words.

"If you hadn't hit that pipe, we'd be safe on your ship now!" She bit her tongue; that made no sense.

To her surprise, he stood and came toward her, full of rage, and she was momentarily afraid. "Me? None of this would have happened if you hadn't boarded my ship!" He stopped as he shoved her up against he wall, lowering his head to stare directly into her eyes. "And you are certainly not safe with me, little scavenger."

She met his fathomless gaze as her heart pounded; he must be able to hear it, she thought; it was so loud and he was so close to her. Her fear turned shifted to anticipation as she saw his gaze drop to her mouth.

She had only a moments warning of what he planned. His lips crashed into hers as she yelped, and for a second instinct took over. She opened herself to him with a gasp, reveling in the feeling until they both pulled apart. She looked into his eyes, her own mirroring his confused horror and dilated pupils.

The air around them was electric; she should push him away, she should warn him that anything physical like this was forbidden. He should know. A sharp crack echoed in the pod as her hand connected with his cheek, and he completely ignored it, his pale skin turning red from the impact. "How dare you?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Then she lunged forward and took his lips again; a completely different type of battle had begun.

Teeth and tongue both clashed and burned, and she pulled him closer without a thought to what this could mean between them. They were both intense, but Kylo seemed unsure and out of his element, his hands everywhere but where she wanted them. Touch me, pushed into his mind, and she hissed as he gently cupped her breast and brushed his thumb over her nipple. "Harder," she encouraged, and his mouth fell to her neck, lips sucking at the tendon there as she whimpered.

"Rey," he breathed against her skin, a little like pleading.

Very quickly her goals changed, from survival to something more, and both their hands scrabbled at each other's clothing. Kylo had pulled down her linen trousers more swiftly than she could deal with his thick layers of black, and she kicked them away. Fingers pushed into her slippery folds, playing in the wetness already gathered there. He seemed astonished. He caught her eyes and she felt his consciousness prodding her barriers again. This time, she let him in, feeling his surprise that she wanted him this way.

"It's unexpected for me too," she told him in a hushed voice. She hesitated, then pushed forward the image of something she had fantasized about, but never experienced; her most recent imaginings included a mop of dark, soft hair nestled between her thighs. He dropped to his knees and held her gaze as he moved forward, listening to her breath hitching.

Rey trembled with anticipation, and the first stroke of his tongue on her quim left her speechless as she slumped against the cold metal hull. She fought the urge to spread her legs and collapse, instead threading her hands in his black hair and watching his head move. The sight left her trembling, as surely his talented tongue was affecting her. Two of his long fingers slipped inside her and curled, and she felt desperate and wanted and needed and... "Ben..."

With a hiss, he pulled back and glared, wincing as her grip on his hair stung his scalp. "Don't call me that," he growled, standing. "Ben is dead."

Rey twisted harder on his hair, and he took it, moving slightly to accommodate the pressure. "You are Ben," she stated clearly, coming forward and pushing them both away from the wall. She used her grip on his hair to make him stand. "You are as much Ben as you are Kylo Ren."

"No," he objected, but she pushed him into the pilot's chair, straddling his legs.

Taking the time to kiss his lips and taste herself there, she wrestled with his robes, finally pulling back enough to free his manhood. She stared for a moment; he was pale and thick, with an upward curve she thought would be pleasant inside her. A little clear drop seeped out of the blushing head and she picked it up on her forefinger and tasted it. "Ben," she said again with a little smirk, the saltiness welcome on her tongue.

"Stop saying that!" he groaned, eyes glazing as she positioned herself over him.

His dark gaze was intoxicating; she held it happily as she sank down on his hard length, welcoming the stretching sensation. "Ben," she answered again, forestalling his objection with a forceful thrust of her hips.

Kylo gasped and bucked up into her, hands flying to her hips to hold her steady. "A moment, please," he groaned.

Taking her turn to probe his mind now, she found that he had very few memories of coitus, most of them dim and faded. "How long?" she asked gently, kissing the corner of his mouth and trying to hold off her natural instinct to cajole him.

"Much too long." Still angry about her teasing, leaned forward and bit into her neck, and little harder than he meant. He found she gasped and arched into him instead of retreating, her hips stuttering and twisting as he bit and sucked so hard she knew she would bruise. Gently licking the abused flesh beneath his mouth, Kylo pulled back and examined the lovely purple mark he'd left just below her ear, pleased it would be nearly impossible to hide. He smirked, anticipating her argument with FN2187 when he saw it.

Rey threaded her fingers in his hair again, ignoring his jealousy for a moment. "Fuck me," she ordered breathlessly, and together they began to move. She hooked her legs on the back of the chair and pushed onto him as he thrust up, his hands on her hips increasing the speed and pressure.

Licking his fingers, Ren moved one hand down between the two of them to press inside her folds again, increasing the pressure on her hidden bud. She gasped, arching back, and he nuzzled her breasts through the thin linen that still covered them. "You're going to come first," he practically plead, speeding the flicking motion of his fingers. "You're going to.. Please..."

It was endearing; as much as she hated this man, she felt something for him, too; for the boy he used to be and the man she hoped he could be again. Something deep and terrifying. How could she deny him when he was asking so sweetly? Her whole body tightened, shook, and released as she groaned, internal muscles fluttering around the intrusion of his shaft. His arm wrapped around her to keep her from falling back. Letting the waves of ecstasy move over and through her, she collapsed against him boneless with pleasure. "Oh, Ben," she cooed, and for the first time he didn't correct her.

He'd been more aware of her orgasm through their intense Force connection than he had been of any other partners, and he had barely held on. Now that he was sure she wouldn't arch back and fall, he took her hips and pulled her rhythmically against him as he pushed into her, his breathing more and more ragged. She came back to herself enough to lick his lips and kiss him encouragingly. "Yes, yes," she whispered, kissing the drop of sweat from his cheek. "You can come now."

As soon as the words had left her, his hips were stuttering, his shaft tightening and pulsing into her. He bit her shoulder hard as she pulled at his hair again, and he wailed into her skin like an animal in pain. She was there with him. She was there in a way no woman had ever been. Kylo Ren was overwhelmed and humbled as his heart thumped in his chest, as they held each other.

Rey shivered once from cold instead of excitement, and he had encircled them in his cloak within moments, holding this shining beacon of the Light against him. They kissed and stroked as she huddled inside the thick cloth, and he felt whole in a way he hadn't since... since he could remember. This strong desert woman who didn't shy away from him, didn't flee his totality, had fulfilled him in a way he never had been. He felt the pull towards the Light greater than ever, felt that he could turn from the darkness and stay with her, be with her forever...

"Escape pod, what's your status?"

The loud words from the speaker on the control panel broke the spell. It was clear that this was an Imperial ship signaling them, and if they didn't respond, they would either be left to die or pulled aboard anyway. Kylo felt Rey tense in his grip, her arms holding him tighter. Her thoughts flowed into him like water - Don't leave me, don't go back, the resistance will find us, stay... stay.. stay... stay...

Rey was willing to risk her life to keep him with her, but he would never risk that, not now. His hand moved to the panel and hit a button. "This is Kylo Ren. We have limited power and no heat, and the engines are dead."

She immediately released her hold on him and found her linen pants, sliding them on before standing as far from him as she could and crossing her arms.

"Understood, sir. We will retrieve your pod momentarily."

Kylo stood and adjusted his clothing, moving towards Rey with an innocent, searching gaze. "Rey, listen to me-"

"I should have known," she hissed, turning half away from him and shivering in the cold.

He attempted to bring her toward him so he could keep her warm. "That's the Shadow."

"Glad to know the name of the ship I'll be taken prisoner on," she spat, pulling away from him.

Kylo grabbed her arms and turned her toward him. "I know that ship, I helped to design it. Look into my mind, Rey. It's open. Look inside me and see that I have not abandoned you."

Eyes narrowed, Rey did as he asked, and was hit with a rush of images.

She was led away to a cell, but then the door opened and he was there.

They ran hand in hand.

They took a TIE Fighter, she the pilot, he the gunner.

The new Resistance Base...

Rey pulled out of the connection and watched his face, desperately wishing that what she had seen was the truth. "You know where the base is?"

"You will have to trust me."

"How?"

There was a loud clank as the ship docked, and both of them almost lost their footing. Kylo kissed her suddenly and desperately, and she tried to accept the truth as it poured over and and into her. "Please. Trust me."

They had pulled apart before the door opened, and four Storm Troopers poured into the space, gathering her up and pushing her forward. She spared him a worried glance, but went forward. She had no choice.

Kylo Ren watched the only beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life taken away, and vowed he would rescue her. After they had all left, he went to one knee, holding his lightsaber out on his palms. "Give me strength, grandfather," he whispered, "to save the woman I love, to succeed where you failed."

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