The giant conference table came spilling into the courtyard. It landed in the middle of the First Order and Resistance delegates, snapping them out of Kylo Ren's control. Birds scattered from the breezeway above. Dust billowed from the broken doorway, as distinct lightsaber sounds cracked from the inside.

Both rival groups looked horrified, facing the caved in opening. "Sir, should we check it out?" Asked one of the commanding stormtroopers.

"I wouldn't." Replied Hux, taking a seat by the little pond. "Three weeks of negotiations and it crumbles in four minutes...I swear, these two." The General muttered, flipping through his holopad. The stormtroopers and Resistance fighters looked at each other, unsure if they should start fighting as well.

"It's not our fight." Hux said, without looking up. "I mean it is...but stand down all the same. Maybe clean up this mess, if you're looking to do something."

General Leia rounded the corner, catching her breath. She clung to the stone façade, steadying herself. "Hux, damn you." She barked, looking at the thin man sitting there, like it was a peaceful day in the park.

Hux looked up from his tablet, giving Leia the once over. With Han Solo out of the way, maybe she could finally admit the chemistry between the pair. Age difference and allegiance be damned. He stood, and straightened his uniform as she approached. The pair worked tirelessly brokering this armistice. He understood her frustration, since this was starting to look like civil war without end.

Leia slapped the holopad out of his hand and gave him a stern look. "How can you sit there reading smut, while those two drag us back into the trenches?"

Hux sneered at her, bitterly chewing on the inside of his mouth. He couldn't believe Leia was undermining him, in front of his own men. She reached back to slap him in the face but he caught her wrist.

"That's your Jedi and son in there." He said, hissing at her. She yanked her hand away from him, snapping her jaw tight. After a moment, some of the red in his face returned to its normal, pale hue. He looked at the troops around him, considering both sides.

"Very well, give me your men. We'll need to work together, if we stand a chance of finishing this arrangement." Leia looked at him skeptically, wondering if both groups were enough to stop the warriors inside.


Kylo and Rey didn't stay in the empty hall for long. There were too many rooms for them to explore and destroy.

"You know where we are, right scavenger?" Kylo said, swinging over the top of her head. Rey dove underneath the crimson blade. In the process, she countered with a slash towards his back. The Dark Warrior spun out of reach, knowing her too well. The Knights were familiar with each other in a way that few could understand. It went past their Force Bond. They were enemies that deeply studied each other. The thorough knowledge could be mistaken for friendship, if they weren't constantly at each other's throats.

"Yes." She replied, through gritted teeth. How could she not know the significance of this place? The pair circled each other again. Rey detested Kylo's arrogant swagger. There was something about those long legs and broad shoulders. This was infuriating; he was infuriating.

"The Jedi Temple," he savored, slashing at her. Kylo enjoyed seeing Rey like this, breathing heavily with glistening skin. "Or at least what's left of it." He said, staring at her lips. Rey lunged forward, connecting with his lightsaber.

The Darksider locked their blades, bringing her close. "My grandfather killed so many Knights here," he said in a low voice, loud enough to be heard over the crackling buzz of the swords. Rey showed impressive strength for someone her size, making his lips twitch. "We're getting married here, in the Jedi graveyard." He snickered, watching her eyes flicker with anger.

Rey shoved him back, refusing to be pulled into his twisted cerebral machinations.

"And maybe we'll just live here in the Temple. We can take over the whole planet." Kylo said, delighted by her expression. He looked at the spacious corridor, as if he already owned it. "You should feel comfortable here, surrounded by ghosts."

"Coruscant is not part of the deal, Ben." She said, getting him to thrust towards her. He was impatient and reckless whenever she called him that. He'd have to get used to it soon enough. She thought.

"You can't just take what you want. That's not how the treaty works." She scolded.

"I disagree." He said, lowering his eyes down her body. Rey would see things his way eventually. She didn't care for his wandering stare and tried to catch him off guard. The pair traded blows, knocking over small columns holding relics and statues. The Dark Warrior enjoyed this and knew deep down, that Rey did too. His smirk grew wider as a thought entered his mind.

"The women in this sector...they are so fond of their Jedi savior, aren't they?" Kylo said, locking their blades again and drawing her close. He kicked her knee, getting Rey to grunt and stumble back to recover.

"I see them in the streets, wearing arm bindings like you or styling their hair in the same fashion. You're the Jedi. The last one! They think you'll save the entire galaxy." Kylo said, letting out a chuckle.

Rey closed the distance, ignoring the pain in her twisted ankle. She briefly wondered where the hell Kylo was going with this. He grinned openly.

"I'm going to use that BB-unit of yours, to record us on our wedding night." Kylo said, narrowing his eyes. He blocked Rey's parry, putting some distance between them. He climbed up a couple steps. "I'm going to make sure there is a crystal clear holo of you on all fours, taking it like a Jedi whore." He hissed. "You'll moan and beg for more as I push you deeper into our bed. I'll tell you to shut up and take it like a good girl. And after hours of this...if you ask me nicely, I may just let you have an orgasm." Rey gasped, seeing the imagery in Kylo's head. Kylo had her pinned on her belly, hips pulled up and both wrists restrained in his large left hand. He hadn't even mentioned that part.

He smiled, reading her reaction. "Then I'm going to plaster the footage on every screen in the capital! Let them see their Jedi savior using the pillows to muffle her moans. Let these women know that you like to be dominated and that you belong to me. They will know, it was Kylo Ren that did this to you. Their cherished symbol of strength, undone by the Dark Side. Oh, how they will envy you, Rey."

Rey let out a primal scream and slashed into his blade. She didn't understand why this was affecting her so deeply. The two dueled up the grand staircase, changing levels. The Knights left a trail of destructive evidence in their wake. Errant Force Pushes knocked out windows, toppled statues and brought down an ancient chandelier. Paintings were destroyed and curtains caught fire. The banister came crashing down, shaking the ancient staircase.

The Jedi connected with a swipe across Kylo's torso, shredding the dark fabric. "Never." Rey said with a shaking voice, feeling the Force flowing through her fingertips. "You'll never have me." She said calming herself and remaining in control. It had been years of Kylo Ren throwing inappropriate and vulgar comments in her direction. Everything he teased her with in the past seemed like a ludicrous and complete impossibility. Now she was about to marry this man.

Kylo grimaced, looking at his exposed abs. He was pissed at himself for letting her that close. She smiled slightly, getting the better of him. "Every time you score a hit like that, I'm going to shove your face into a pillow and spank you. You may start to enjoy that punishment too much...if that's the case we'll find something else." He said.

Rey clenched her jaw and grazed his bicep with her blade. He was forced to back away, inspecting his arm and wincing. Having a moment to reflect, it occurred to the Jedi that this fight was going to reignite the war. She needed to incapacitate him.

"If you post holos of us, every person on Coruscant will know the sad truth." She said, watching him scowl in response. "They'll know what a big baby you are, Ben Solo — You...cradling yourself, weeping after I take your virginity." Rey didn't know why she went there, but it couldn't be taken back. Subduing him would be easier if he was off balanced.

The Dark Warrior reeled from the comment, glaring at the Jedi. He had partners before, but not in a while. Not since the interrogation chamber...not since she pushed back. Rey was in his head now, freely reading his thoughts. The Jedi looked slightly overwhelmed by his confession, tilting her head. She suddenly held the upper hand and he hated it.

Kylo Ren chased her across the galaxy and stopped looking at other women in the process. Trying to win her over was all he ever thought about. Rey realized, swallowing the lump in her throat.

You have a pretty twisted way of showing it. She said, through their connection. Surging with rage, Kylo pinned her against the wall. He never felt like this, desperate to have his body on hers.

"I know what I'm doing." He said, clenching his jaw and feeling the need to explain away his immature behavior. "I've done enough — I have experience. You won't be sorry, not with the Force at my fingertips." Kylo said, sounding unhinged and slightly vulnerable. Rey pushed back against his blade, her eyes fixed on his. She finally saw something very different; something Ben's mother swore was still there.

But it didn't last, as he pushed her out of his mind completely. "Maybe it's better this way." He said, using his height as leverage. Rey's eyes grew round, feeling Kylo's stiff member pushing into her belly. It was impossibly hard. Her mind went blank and Kylo knew why. She'd never felt the arousal of a man before. The Darksider was so close to having this woman. She's right here, why wait? He thought.

"You know I can take what I want — I always get what I want." The Dark Warrior leaned in to kiss her. Rey gasped, feeling his hard on growing, pushing into her skin. She pulled her face away, bumping her head on the wall. Her undershirt bunched up during the fight and she couldn't adjust it now. His breath was hot on her cheek, making her tense up. "My little scavenger," he whispered.

"That's enough!" Leia shouted at them both. Hux stood next to her, giving a signal for both squadron's to raise their weapons. Safeties from each sides disengaged.

Kylo braced a hand on the stone wall, next to Rey's ear. His face was close to hers, but his gaze shifted to the troops on both sides. She could still feel his excitement against her and it made the Jedi bite her lower lip. Rey killed the blade to her lightsaber, hoping the audience around them couldn't see Kylo's erection.

Rey looked up at the Darksider, reading his thoughts. He was going to kill every single stormtrooper and Resistance fighter for this interruption. Kylo turned to take a step towards those daring enough to raise their weapons. Rey felt his power surge, noticing his arms and shoulders flexing with pent up energy. His thoughts drifted to Rey, feeling the need to place his body in front of hers, shielding her. A blaster wasn't going to get past him.

This can't end well, the Jedi thought. Rey summoned a bronze plated bust of Master Yoda by the window. It was the last statue intact and it leapt into her fingers. Without warning, she smashed it over Kylo's head. Everyone in the corridor froze, watching Rey's brazen assault. Kylo collapsed on the ground.

She sighed, adjusting her shirt and wiping away the sweat from her forehead. "So, the rehearsal dinner is when?" Rey asked, looking at Leia like it was no big deal. The Jedi felt a bundle of pressure from deep within. She closed her thighs, hoping to starve the sensation. It wasn't working.

"Four days. The wedding is the following afternoon, if we are proceeding." Hux said, looking at the Jedi with a hint of admiration.

Rey's eyes drifted down to Kylo Ren, who was starting to stir again. She kicked his crossguard saber away and kept her boot planted into his shoulder. The Jedi stared at his face for a long time, refusing to let him up. There was a unique quality to his features that she always appreciated. Rey never had many chances to look at him like this, without the swordplay.

Having this kind of power over him was thrilling. It was a sensation that she couldn't describe. This fearsome man was responsible for splitting the galaxy in half and she could pin him down all day, if she wanted.

"Rey?" Asked Leia, looking concerned.

"Let's skip the rehearsal and do the ceremony tomorrow. I want my friends out of that hellish First Order prison and returned at once. They should be allowed to attend the big day." Rey inspected Kylo Ren's profile. The scar she gave him didn't look so bad from this angle. His eyes opened a little, feeling the weight of Rey's boot.

"I do not fear you, Ben Solo." She said, making sure only he could hear her. He wanted to say something but she increased the pressure, keeping him prone. "Save it for the honeymoon," she ordered, narrowing her eyes.

Leia took a few hesitant steps forward. "Rey, this takes time." She said, feeling the added pressure of the last minute ceremony, as it stood. Rey got the feeling that the General wasn't just talking about the wedding preparations.

The General never imagined that her son would get married. Now that he was, she was grateful that it was to someone that wouldn't put up with his bullshit.

The Jedi didn't care about the Republic's plans or if dignitaries from across the galaxy couldn't attend on short notice. The sooner, the better. She already had the ludicrous dress for this joyless affair. Rey bent down and picked up Kylo Ren's lightsaber. She clipped it onto her belt, next to hers. "Ben and I are to wed tomorrow afternoon." She stated. "The Republic and First Order needs to pitch in to make sure it happens."

Leia looked to Hux, thinking he would take her side. "Don't look at me." Hux said, afraid to get in the middle of this. "I'll have your friends released at once."

The Jedi marched away with Leia trailing behind her. Kylo Ren pulled himself up a moment later, searching for Rey. Hux had his forehead buried in his palm. The General was exhausted and he was beginning to show signs of the long campaign.

"She's got my lightsaber!" Kylo said, feeling his anger rise. His head was killing him. Rey, he said through their Force Bond. He could feel her smile, but she chose not to answer. "Damn," he muttered.

He whirled around to face the stormtroopers. They were responsible for distracting him and allowing Rey to get her cheap shot in. But what really pissed him off, was that they risked jeopardizing the life of his betrothed. Rey could easily defend herself, but that mattered little to the enraged Dark Warrior.

Kylo raised his hand toward the stormtroopers. Hux sighed and headed for the exit, "I'll be in the command shuttle." He said, wishing he didn't have to replace this loyal platoon.


Later that evening, Rey stared out the balcony, admiring the incredible skyline. She was given a spacious room, one hundred floors up, in a lavish hotel with a name she couldn't pronounce. It was far too much for her taste, but she enjoyed the view before heading to bed.

The Jedi let her hair down and wore only an long shirt and panties. It didn't cover much, not that anyone would see. Rey pulled the covers off the bed when she felt a tremor in the Force. She summoned her lightsaber, flashing her eyes at the door.

A loud sound came from the balcony. Rey spun around, igniting the blade. It bathed the dim room in blue light.

The balcony doors flew open, as if a gust of wind pushed them. Rey knew better. Kylo Ren slowly walked in, taking in the sight before him. "Rey." He said, narrowing his eyes. His nemesis looked better than ever.

The Jedi held her weapon up high. Kylo Ren had just climbed up one hundred stories and didn't seem out of breath. A small trickle of sweat broke his brow. He ran his fingers through his hair, allowing her to drink him in. He was in his usual tight trousers, wearing only a black fitted tank top. She had never seen him like this, out of his many layers.

"You look amazing." He breathed, walking closer to her. His dark eyes seared into her uncertain ones. The Dark Warrior was definitely here. It wasn't a dream or a shared vision. Her pulse quickened looking at his shoulders and arms.

All she was wearing was a shirt that clung to her body and left little to Kylo's imagination. He was here, slowly stalking the Jedi. He was here the night before their wedding. And he just climbed in through the window.