Sweat was pouring down her face in tiny rivers. She didn't have the time to wipe it away. He wasn't holding back this time, and she was barely breaking even with him. They had been in their hunter's dance for a while, neither one gaining ground, nor giving in. She lunged with her saber, slashing at his arm. Satisfaction filled her as she made contact. He pulled away fast enough that it only grazed his sleeve, and she growled. They went back to circling one another, waiting to see who would make the next move. Rey felt practically predatory. He wouldn't give her the time to connect with the force. He learned fast, but Rey wanted to mock him. Tell him that he could never win if she had the chance to meditate. She had tried multiple times, but just as she could read his moves, he could do the same with her.
Kylo suddenly feinted to her right, and before she could block him, she felt his saber slice along her thigh. It wasn't deep enough to be worrying, and she wondered if he did it just to tease her. Just to show her that he was capable of touching her. He used her distraction to swipe at her face this time, and she just managed to leap out of the way, feeling the heat on her cheek from his volatile blade. Rey stepped back, trying to gain the upper ground, but he followed her. She couldn't get away from him.
"Are you ready to give up yet Scavenger?" The mocking of his voice enraged her, and she struck out again. He batted the strike away, but she had anticipated that, using the momentum to swing towards his thigh. She laughed as she heard the sizzle of his skin as her saber made contact. It was a dark laugh that Rey had never heard from herself before. It was full of power, though, so she relished in it.
"Do I look ready?" She asked with a snarl. She lunged at him again and if he hadn't twisted away, she would have sliced his stomach open. Rey was relentless. She kept swinging, kicking, punching at Kylo. Anything she could do to keep him in the defensive position. Finally, she landed a solid kick to his chest. He fell to the ground, and she was upon him before he could bat an eye. Her heavy boot was resting on his throat as she looked down into his black eyes. She imagined hers looked just as dark. She smirked, pointing her saber toward his face. "Yield," she barked at him, putting a little more pressure on his neck. She watched as he let go of his saber, and her pride soared.
Then the next thing she knew, she was on her back, Kylo pinning her down with a sinister glint in his eyes. She couldn't move at all. He had her pinned down well enough that she couldn't touch him, let alone reach out for her saber that had fallen from her grasp. "You look ready now," he murmured in her ear, and Rey fought the chill that ran through her body. He leaned down, licking a trail along her earlobe. Rey bucked under him trying to gain back the control, but all it did was make him release a dark chuckle into her ear.
Finally, she managed to get a leg between them, and she kicked him off of her with all of her strength. He rolled away, and she took that time to jump back up to her feet. She searched the ground where he had dropped his saber, but he was too quick, willing it to his grasp with a quick pull of the force. They both clicked their sabers on, the buzzing overpowering the sounds of everything else. Rey was so focused on the sound, she almost didn't notice Kylo lunge toward her.
She spun away with a quickness that only the force could allow, leveling her saber in front of her defensively. Rey took a cautious step back, keeping her position all the while. Her eyes were glued to the man in front of her. She had never felt more attuned to anything in her life. She could see the beat of his pulse throbbing from his neck, the sweat pouring down his face, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. All of these details flooded into her awareness as if they were clues to the biggest mystery that anyone could ever try to solve. And with those details, everything finally clicked into place.
Rey closed her eyes, sensing Ren's attacks before they happened. She dodged each one effortlessly, letting a small smile work its way onto her face. She knew it wouldn't last long. He was just as gifted with the force as she was, but she knew that he wouldn't be able to catch her until he calmed himself down from his frenzy. He tried so hard to keep her from reaching out to the force this way in their battles. It was something that he couldn't do, and he hated being the weaker one. Rey, still guarding against Ren, stood still. She could sense no attack coming, and she knew that her time was up. Her eyes popped open to see him standing inches in front of her. He stepped forward, forcing her back until she bumped into something solid. It was a wall of stone. There was nowhere for Rey to go. He had trapped her.
He didn't say anything, just kept inching forward. Rey was pushed as far back into the stone as it would allow. The smirk that appeared on his face did nothing to erase the unease that was filling her stomach. She could not believe that of all the places and ways for this to end, it had to be there. A small, uninhabited planet where no one would ever even find her body. Ren brought his saber up, and Rey had an idea. It was a crazy idea, but it was the only thing that came to her mind. As he brought the blade closer and closer to her, Rey did the only thing that she could think to do. She leaned forward on her tiptoes and planted her lips directly on Kylo Ren's.
He froze for all of two seconds before dropping his saber and wrapping his arms around her in one movement. He kissed her with the same intensity that he fought with. Rey didn't expect that. She had hoped to blindside him with the kiss, distract him just long enough to escape from the walled prison she had become trapped against. Instead, she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and digging her fingers into his hair. There was not one coherent thought in her head, and she was glad of it. Her brain was too busy reveling in the action to realize what a terrible mistake she was making.
As she was about to pull away for air, Kylo Ren seemingly read her intentions and broke away first, moving his lips down to her neck. The tiny, wet kisses he placed there drove away any of the last reservations she had. She hiked a leg around Ren's waist, and he pulled her up instantaneously, wrapping the other around as well. Rey could feel him bulging against her center, and she felt a heat more intense than any she had ever felt before blossom from between her legs all the way to her fingertips. All morality out the window, Rey felt herself grind against him. The friction alone caused her vision to go white, and the filthy groan from Ren's mouth triggered a pool of wetness between her legs.
Ren pulled away briefly, eliciting an involuntary moan of protest from Rey. His eyes were wild as he reached his fingers up to his mouth, violently ripping his gloves off one at a time with his teeth, as the other hand supported her. His lips met hers again, and she felt his ungloved hand slip under her tunic. The skin to skin contact was a staggering experience. It was the first time that they had ever actually touched with no barriers. His fingers left trails of fire as they moved their way up her body, finally coming to rest on her breast. Rey felt her back arch into the touch as he kneaded the mound in his hand.
Wanting the contact to be deeper, Rey pulled her arms away from Ren, and swept her fingers under the hem of her tunic, pulling it up and over her head in one quick movement. Her nipples quickly pebbled in the cold air and Ren didn't waste any time in tasting them. His mouth was like magic on her. She wanted to feel more of him. He felt too far away for her liking in all of his layers. She could feel herself blindly struggling to remove as much of his clothing as she could reach. His cape was pooled around his feet when he finally took mercy on her and undid the clasps with a quickness that only years of practice could provide.
When he was finally as bare-chested as she, Rey leaned forward, making it her mission to map out the freckles on his chest with sloppy kisses. With each kiss, she felt a distinct throb against her sex, causing her to release small moans as she trailed the kisses along his chest. When he reached his hand between them, Rey couldn't help the noise that escaped her lips. It was loud and embarrassing, and she ducked her face down into the crook of his neck to hide her red face. He didn't give her much respite, though, as he nudged her face up to look into his own. He stared into her eyes as he reached his hand into her pants. He was exactly where Rey wanted him, but his hand didn't move.
"Tell me what you want Scavenger," he leaned in, whispering in her ear, pulling at the lobe with his teeth as he drew away. Rey knew exactly what he was doing, even in her inebriated state. By making her say it out loud, he was forcing her to admit that she actually wanted the things that he was doing to her. She hesitated just long enough for him to pull his hand away. She let out a small moan of disappointment. "You have to tell me what you want," he repeated, this time grinding against her softly.
Rey swallowed. "I want you to touch me," she whispered. It was quiet, but it was confident, and Ren obeyed her request instantly. He circled the nub between her legs, and Rey was so keyed up that she almost came then and there. His mouth was upon hers again, swallowing the moans she could no longer control. He dipped a single finger inside of her and that was all it took. She could feel herself clenching around him. She could hear inhuman noises coming from her, but she didn't care anymore. All she cared about was the feeling of Kylo Ren's body pressed up against hers.
She hadn't even come down from her orgasm before she felt him working her pants off of her body. Rey was too blissed out to be of much help, but he didn't seem to need any. Before she knew it, she was completely naked, wrapped around the body of Kylo Ren. He made quick work of his own pants as well. Rey had been naked with other boys before, but never with a man such as Kylo Ren. She had never felt the electricity jump between her skin and another's before. Everything about it was completely new and unexpected, and not one single part of it had been unpleasant. She felt him position himself against her. He leaned in again and sucked a bruise onto her neck before trailing up to her ear.
"Tell me that you want it. Tell me that you need me inside of you." He was frantic this time, and Rey realized that he was asking her permission in his own way. That realization in itself made the decision even easier for her. Instead of speaking, she thrust her hips down, taking him inside of her unexpectedly. He didn't let her keep the control for long, though. He reached one hand into her hair, pulling back sharply to expose her neck. He kissed and scraped his teeth along the sensitive skin, and just as she was getting used to the size of him inside of her, he pulled back and slammed into her again. Ren had no intention of making this a sweet moment, and Rey relished in that fact. There were rocks digging into her back, and he was pulling her hair hard enough to rip. None of that mattered. The brutal pace that he had set made it hard to focus on anything else. He was slamming into her, and Rey was meeting each thrust with her own. It was the most in-sync they had ever been.
She could feel herself getting close again. He was unyielding and she was overwhelmed. The sounds of their skin slapping together mingling with their respective moaning was one of the most erotic sounds that Rey had ever heard. Ren's movements were starting to become irregular. Rey could feel her fingers working themselves into claws on his back. The pain did nothing but spur him on. He placed his free hand under her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. And once they did, she was locked into place. It was as if she could see into the very depths of Kylo Ren's soul. By the look on his face, she thought that maybe he was thinking the same about her. Rey felt as though she were in two places at once. There was her body, moments away from her second orgasm of the night with her sworn enemy. But then there was her mind. This part of Rey leaned into his hand softly. This Rey stared into his eyes. This Rey realized that she would never be able to do what was expected of her when it came to Kylo Ren.
As quick as it happened, Rey's split consciousness snapped back together as her world exploded around her. She could feel him move within her erratically, giving one final jerk before stilling. She remained wrapped around him just as he remained pressed against her. They were still staring into each others eyes.
Rey moved first, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on Ren's forehead. The softness of the action contrasted the roughness from before, but it felt right. She disentangled herself from the tall man in front of her. Her legs were weak as she touched to the ground, but she ignored the shaking as she searched the ground for her discarded clothing.
As she dressed, she looked at Ren. He was still standing in the same spot. He had shifted his pants back around his waist but was otherwise unmoved. Rey grabbed her saber and attached it to her belt. She contemplated walking away then, turning around and brushing away what had happened. Even as she decided that it was the smartest option for her, she remained rooted in place staring at the hunched shoulders of the man in front of her. Her eyes widened when she saw the marks that she had left behind upon them. She stepped forward, running a finger along a trail and wiping a small bead of blood away. She looked at her own hands and saw the evidence of the marks beneath her nails.
When he finally turned, Rey was looking at her hands in disbelief. He still didn't speak, but curled a hand around her own, hiding the blood under her fingernails from sight. With the other hand, he trailed it down to the hollow of her neck where he fingered the mark he had left there. She wondered if it was significant. They had both left marks on the other. Possessive and painful marks. She thought maybe it was. In a way, it described their relationship perfectly.
"You will want to take the long way back to D'Qar. I'm afraid there are ships set to follow you back to the resistance base in the case of my failure today." Rey's eyes widened at his statement. He gave a half smile that didn't quite meet his eyes.
"You… You know where the base is? How? Why haven't you told…" Rey trailed off waiting for answers. Kylo let go of her hands and took a step back. Rey didn't move an inch. She watched him dress in front of her, but he did not answer her. When his cape was back in place and his saber in his hand, he walked back toward her. Rey felt a sliver of unease and felt her muscles tense in case she needed to grab her own saber. He did not ignite his, though, instead clipping it to his belt. He reached his now free hand back to her neck, but this time, he pulled her tunic up, hiding the mark away.
"You should really get going. I get a distinct feeling that my dear mother is considering a search party." He raised his eyebrow conspiratorially, as though trying to make her understand something. His hand was still touching her neck as he leaned down and placed an uncharacteristically chaste kiss upon her lips. "Until we meet again Scavenger."
He turned away from her and walked back in the direction of his ship. Rey's eyes widened as she realized what he had been telling her. She didn't hesitate as she ran after him and grabbed his arm to stop him. She turned him around and leaned up on her toes, meeting her lips with his in a frantic kiss all in one movement. He didn't hesitate or push her away as she feared he might, instead, gathering her up into his arms. It was a goodbye that could not be said with words and it left Rey feeling hollow as he pulled away.
"Until next time then, Kylo Ren," Rey whispered. She didn't wait for him to respond, turning away quickly. Her eyes were filling with tears she didn't quite understand as she put more and more distance between herself and Kylo Ren. She wiped her eyes and squared her shoulders. She needed to get back to her ship. There was a war to win.