Their skin touched.

She gasped, enveloped in visions of him, of his future.
His mind was invaded with visions of her, of her future.

There was only one similarity.

They were together.

Their eyes met. He leaned closer, she closed her eyes, biting her lip slightly. He reached up with his other- gloved -hand to pull her lip from her teeth with his thumb as he cupped her chin lightly, pulling her to him.

Their lips met. The kiss was hesitant, soft, full of apprehension and longing. It was over quickly. She leaned back, her eyes searching his.

"Why?"

"I can't help but be drawn to you. This... connection. It makes me feel things I do not wish to feel, to even dwell upon. But I do, because I am drawn to you."

"But you're a murdering snake. A monster. This is wrong. The first time this happened, I shot you."

"You shot a wall."

"It doesn't matter, the intent was there."

"There is a hole in your wall because of that intent."

"It still doesn't matter."

"Yes," he leaned in, cupping her chin with his gloved hand; his ungloved one caressing her cheek, "it does." He kissed her again, this time full of lust and passion, full of feelings he refused to let show any other time than with her.
This time, she kissed him back. She was still hesitant, but soon she grew bolder; twining her fingers in his hair.
He pulled away after a moment for breath, wondering how far this connection would allow them to maintain their ability to touch. He noticed she was shivering, despite the fire and the blanket she half-wore. He rubbed his arms up and down her shoulders, trying to warm her.
"This is still wrong."
Her words made his left eyebrow rise. "Oh?" he asked, tugging his other glove off of his hand.
"Yes. So, definitely wrong. But... but it feels definitely right."
"I know," he chuckled, leaning in to kiss her again, pushing the blanket from her arms as he pulled her close, kneeling in front of her now. She was no longer hesitant or afraid when she kissed him, her arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers threaded through his hair, she even nipped his lip playfully.

It was only then that he whispered her name. "Rey."

She gasped against his lips, tensing in his arms but melting in them when he kissed her deeper.
"Ben," Rey whispered back, pulling back to look into his eyes. Her lips were swollen, her eyes bright, her cheeks a light pink and her breathing ragged. "Ben, what are we doing?"
Ben let his eyes drag over her, not bothering to hide his smirk. "Giving in to temptation." With that he kissed her yet again, pulling her down to the dirt floor with him, gently laying her down beside the fire. It made her look beautiful, he thought as he kissed along her jawline and neck, letting his hands wander her body, getting to know every curve and scar.

Soon they were both shirtless, their hair a mess, their lips swollen and pink from kissing so much. Ben loved to watch her face as touched her breasts, awakening a new feeling in her every other moment. He leaned down to kiss her shoulders and collarbone as his hands drifted lower, ghosting over her stomach and stopping inches from her bottoms. "May I?"
Rey bit her lip, breathing hard, looking at him hard. "Yes," she breathed, swallowing hard.
Ben kept kissing over her breasts as he slipped his fingers down the front of her bottoms but over the top of the tight wrappings she wore over her womanhood. Rey gasped, her back arching as he touched her in a place forbidden to anyone but herself.
Ben gave a slight smirk, his fingers long and deft, moving with such precision that she was squirming and panting within minutes. A minute longer and Rey was begging him for release.
Ben's smirk was a full smug smile now, watching her squirm and pant and beg. "Not yet," he said, pulling her bottoms down and starting to undo her wrappings. "Not yet."
Rey whined, her back arching as she begged him for her release, her stomach coiled tightly like a hot spring.
Ben hummed as he finally undid her wrappings, exposing her. Her womanhood glinted in the firelight, she was wet with arousal. He parted her legs to expose her fully and he swallowed hard at the sight. "Perfect," he whispered as he leaned down to taste her.
Rey moaned his name, her hips bucking into his mouth and her hands fisted in his hair. He must be very experienced to be so skilled.

Ben lapped and laved over her expertly, learning everything she liked, didn't like and what she loved from her moans and body.
Their eyes met over her, and he grinned.
Rey panted and squirmed, begging him for her release. This was pure torture, she thought.
Ben hummed against her most sensitive bud, suckling on it gently. He nodded, giving her the release she craved.

Rey gave a shout, her body flushed and hot, her back arching high and her hips bucking into him, the hot spring in her belly snapping open.
Ben hummed, soothing her gently as he leaned up to kiss her again. "Better?" he asked softly.

Rey nodded, kissing him back. She made a noise when his hips pressed into hers and at what she felt there. "Oh," she mumbled.

Ben rose an eyebrow, looking down at her. "We don't have to, you know. Not if you don't want to."

"No, it's just… you did that, and, well…"

"I never expected anything back, Rey."

"But I want to, I just don't know how."

"We can work on that another time. If you want to," Ben smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. "Truth be told, we should get some sleep." He sat back on his heels, smiling down at her.

Rey bit her lip, blushing and nodding. "Alright." She sat up and pulled the blanket towards her, covering herself lest one of the reptilian nuns walked in, or worse, Master Luke. Hopefully the pouring rain outside kept them both at bay.

Ben pulled on his shirt, brushing a kiss over her forehead. "I hope to speak with you soon." With that he was gone, leaving only the crackling of the fire and the sound of the rain to comfort Rey.

After everything that happened, Rey was walking back to her hut. It was all so confusing. She didn't know what to think, who to turn to or what to do. On one hand, Rey knew Ben was a monster, he killed his own father. He was Kylo Ren. But on the other hand, she knew he was a soft, sweet soul that she needed to save. She stopped and sighed. "I'd rather not do this right now."

"Yeah, me too," Ben sighed.

"Why did you hate your father?" Rey turned towards him, midway through saying the word 'father'. He was shirtless. She looked away, clearing her throat. "Is there a towel or something you can put on?"

Ben raised an eyebrow, looking at her. "It didn't bother you before."

Rey's jaw clenched. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Later that night, Rey was sleeping in her bunk when she suddenly felt something pressed against her back. "Really?" she muttered bitterly. "You won't even let me sleep now?"

There was no answer. Ben shifted his arm to pull her closer, still asleep.

Rey growled under her breath and closed her eyes. Surprisingly, sleep came quicker than usual.

He was gone when she woke and she missed his presence for a millisecond, looking to the other side of the bed with a sigh. This connection they had was frustrating. She could feel him all the time, hear his thoughts, his own feelings, know what he wanted to truly do. Rey knew it would be the same for him.

"Good morning." Rey looked up. He was wearing a shirt this time, but it was open. His feet was bare and his hair was a rat's nest from sleep.

"Morning," Rey mumbled back, already dressed. She went to pull her hair up into her usual style of three buns. "The connection activated while we slept."

"I know," Ben said. "It only seems to activate when we are both thinking of each other."

"Well I most certainly wasn't thinking of you in my sleep. It must have been you," Rey told him, shaking her head and finishing her hair. "If you'll excuse me, I have training to get to." With that she opened her cabin door and stepped into the sunlight.

Ben was left staring at his wall. "Clearly, you were," he sighed and finished getting dressed. It was time to face the music, he thought. He unknowingly began to hum to himself. A song that his father had taught him. The one that had been playing when Han Solo had met his uncle Luke and his namesake Ben Kenobi.

Rey walked in the bright sunshine towards her next training session, clipping her lightsaber to her belt.

"Something troubles you. You are distracted," Luke said from behind her. What is it?"

Rey shook her head. "It's nothing. A bad dream," she said.

"Pay attention to it. It could be important," Luke told her.

Rey sighed, and nodded. "Yes, Master," she said. But it wasn't a bad dream. The dream she had was actually very good. It was just the subject matter than disturbed her.

"Mama, mama! Look, mama!" a little girl laughed, using the Force to levitate her ball in the air. "Look what Papa taught me!"

"I only taught her the basics. Uncle Luke will teach her the rest when she's ready." Ben smiled and rubbed Rey's round baby belly. "How's my boy doing?"

Ben walked around the Finalizer, wondering about the strange dream he had had that night. It wasn't a bad one, not at all. It was good. But it was still strange.

"Now, Leyla, close your eyes. Reach out with your feelings. Call the ball to you. Tell it that you want it to come to you."

The little girl frowned with concentration, reaching out with her hand, her little fingers splayed wide. Suddenly the ball flew to her hand. Leyla let out a laugh, and levitated the ball. "I did it, Papa!"

"Commander Ren," Hux said. "You seem quite distracted. Perhaps Leader Snoke ought to know."

Ben flicked Hux a glance. "The Supreme Leader doesn't need to be disturbed with trivial matters such as this. I merely tuned out your annoying voice."

"As annoying as my voice is to you, this is an important meeting," Hux said, annoyed.

Rey sat in the evening sunlight, meditating. Or at least trying to. Her mind kept wandering to Ben and what he was doing. She could tell he was calm, probably asleep or something. She could feel his presence though.

Then something was pressed against her back and she let out a frustrated sigh, her shoulders drooping. "I'm trying to concentrate. Go away."

"So am I," Ben said, shaking his head. "I'm meditating. What are you doing?"

"Trying to do the same," Rey rolled her eyes.

"Well obviously you weren't trying hard enough, because this only activates if we're both thinking of each other."

"I was noting how calm you seemed," Rey puffed out a sigh. "I was… thinking about the other night."

Ben paused. "So was I."

"Why?"

"I already told you. I can't help but be drawn to you. This connection only… magnifies those feelings."

"Feelings you refuse to acknowledge any other time," Rey turned. "Ben. Look at me."

Ben sighed and turned to look at her.

"Why did you hate your father?"

"I didn't," Ben said after a minute. "Not. Not fully. The Supreme Leader. He… I knew what I had to do. But now I'm not sure."

Rey tilted his head up to look at her. "You know what to do," she said and leaned into kiss his lips softly.

Ben drew breath sharply through his nose. She kissed him. She kissed him. She was kissing him! He gathered himself and kissed her back gently, pulling her closer.

At some point they had slipped onto the floor. They were still kissing, Ben leaning over Rey as they did. No clothes had been removed, it wasn't sexual. Just comforting each other.

Then Ben looked up sharply. "Luke."

Rey gasped and straightened her clothes. "Go before he catches you. We'll talk later," she said, sitting up.

Ben pecked her lips and then he was gone. Rey clambered up onto the rock and resumed her position of meditation.

Luke climbed up the stairs. "Rey?"

"Yes Master?" Rey asked.

"I could feel you from across the island. Are you alright? You felt… conflicted."

Rey bit her lip. "I was thinking about the conflict inside Kylo Ren," she said.

"Kylo Ren cannot be saved, Rey," Luke said.

Rey shook her head. "Ben Solo can be."

Luke sighed. "You're done for the night. Bright and early tomorrow," he told her.

Rey nodded and she headed back to her hut. She washed her hair before changing the water and washing herself. She prepared a small dinner for herself and ate it. Afterwards she meditated again, hoping Ben would come, and was disappointed when he didn't. Eventually she got into her bunk, curling up and slowly falling asleep with one hand resting next to her head.

Ben appeared next to her and took her hand, interlocking their fingers. He brushed a kiss against her forehead and fell asleep next to her, knowing they'd wake up separately again.

Rey slept peacefully, curled up in a warm ball beside him.

Childish laughter, followed by a man's deep one. "I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!"

"No, Papa, no!" a small voice laughed.

"Coming to get you Hanna!"

"Nooooo Uncle Finn!"

Rey woke up with a start. "Finn!" she gasped.

"Who's that?" Ben asked. Rey looked around.

"You're still here?" she frowned.

"I woke up alone, but it activated a minute ago. Who's Finn?" Ben asked.

"The stormtrooper who deserted. FN or something."

"FN-2187?" Ben frowned. "He chose a name?"

"It was given to him by the Resistance pilot you captured. He gave him the name Finn."

"Phasma still annoyed he deserted," Ben chuckled. "Or perhaps because we had to rescue her from the garbage chute," he pursed his lips. "She had him marked for Officer training. His scores in the tests matched or beat her own."

"She's probably mad he stuffed her in the garbage chute."

Ben smiled, looked at her. "Rey-"

Knock. "Rey." Knock.

"Come in!" Rey called as Ben disappeared.

Luke opened the door with a smile. "Ready?"

"Give me five minutes and I'll meet you there," Rey said.

"Bring the lightsaber."

Later that night Rey dragged herself back to her hut, bruised and aching. She opened the door as the connection activated and Ben was stood in the middle of the room. He was only wearing a towel on his lower half.

"Rey!" he gasped out, holding the towel tighter. "I um."

Rey blushed deeply, looking away. "No, it's okay, I was just thinking," she said, swallowing. "I'm sorry."

Ben shook his head. "You don't need to be sorry."

"I, uh, I'll just…" Rey bit her lip, scurrying over her bed and sitting on it with her face to the wall, her back ramrod straight.

Ben quickly dressed, his hair damp around his shoulders. "You can look now."

Rey swallowed and she slowly turned around. "I wasn't expecting you to be here."

"I wasn't either. I was just, thinking."

"About what?" Rey asked, sitting cross-legged on her bed.

"About my place in all this," Ben sighed, running a hand through his hair and sitting by her.

Rey blinked. "You have place next to me. Next to your mother, your uncle, the Resistance. If you come to the Light, if you turn, we can have our place in all this."

"My mother would never forgive me. My uncle hates me and tried to murder me in my sleep. The Resistance would never accept me even if I did turn," Ben shook his head. "No-one's there for me. I'm alone."

Rey took his hand and squeezed tight. "You're not alone."

Ben squeezed back, sighing softly. "Neither are you."

Rey swallowed and she leaned in to kiss him gently, raising a hand to his shoulder.

Ben kissed her back slowly, cupping her cheek.

Their connection was strange, yes, and it was complicated. But at that moment, their connection deepened into something more than just two Force users.

Ben slowly laid Rey down on her bunk, undressing her as he did, his hands knowing every curve and every scar already.

Rey pulled off his shirt and tangled her hands in his damp hair, making soft noises as his hands trailed her body.

Ben slowly pulled his trousers down and off, his hands curling around her hips to pull her closer. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes searching her face. "May I?"

Rey gasped, leaning up to kiss him again. "Yes," she breathed, widening her legs for him, her back arching into him. She gasped against his lips when she felt him enter her. She felt her heart beating wildly fast, her pulse too loud in her ears.

He kissed her neck and collarbone, letting her get used to him as he held himself above her. He felt his heart beating in sync with hers. A moment later he began to thrust, moving in and out of her and building a steady pace. He watched her face, listened to her body, felt her reactions as they made love.

Rey gripped his shoulders tightly as he thrusted, her legs wrapped around his waist like chains. She moaned and gasped, and cried out his name, her head tipping back when he found her sensitive bud. "Oh, yes…"

Ben smirked slightly as he thrusted harder, faster, until she was shaking and shuddering under him, begging for her release.

"Please, please, please…." Rey gasped, her back arching into his touch. "Kriff, Ben, please!" she moaned.

Ben smirked at her and leaned down to kiss her gently, pressing down hard on her bud.

Rey cried out as she was finally allowed her release, her walls tightening around him, fluttering with the intensity of it.

Ben thrust twice more before he stilled inside her, his own release powerful and exhausting.

Rey panted, smiling, leaning up to kiss him as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist. "That was… wow."

Ben chuckled, slowly drawing away from her and flopping on the bed beside her. "I know," he said, cuddling her close and brushing her hair out of her face. He jumped and looked up, startled. A moment later, he groaned and kissed her gently.

"I have to go. Hux wants a meeting about whatever."

Rey nodded, kissing his cheek. "I'll be here," she said, pulling the covers over herself.

Ben smiled and dressed again, kissing her gently. Then he was gone. Rey gave a happy sigh and fell asleep, hoping he would be back.

A/N: My first Reylo fic! After I saw TFA I swore it would never happen. Then I saw TLJ and I was turned. Help. This will probably be continued. How I'm not sure yet.

Love you all

-'Gana