HOLY REYLO GUYS I did not expect such a big great response. Here is a chapter two. There will at least be three chapters (three shot?) for this story. More if you guys continue to give me such great feedback, reviews, and ideas. I've tried to take everyone's ideas into consideration and fit them into my story as best as I can.
Leia clapped her hands before placing her fingers to her lips in delight at the sight before her. "Rey... you're stunning. You're like a supernova." She started looking around, sensing a change in air from the last time she had been in the room. "Probably just as dangerous too..." she mumbled as she tried to pinpoint what she was feeling. It was almost like... no it couldn't possibly be. Could it? He hadn't stepped foot on Resistance turf since he was a boy. Then why did it feel like—
"WEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The loud, pleased exclamation of BB-8 pulled her out of her thoughts. Leia grinned as the droid rolled in circles around Rey, obviously pleased with Rey in a dress.
Rey felt the moment and the tension of her latest meeting with Ben slowly drift out of her skin. The ghost of his touches lingered, though. She rubbed her neck, almost sure that she would still feel his fingers.
"Do you like it, BB-8?" Rey asked, a laugh bubbling out of her at the droids enthusiastic beeps.
BB-8 confirmed what Rey asked by producing a small torch that insinuated the affirmative.
Rey nodded and looked at herself in the mirror. "You know, I think I like it too," she murmured.
"BB-8! Where did you run off to?!" The voice of Resistance pilot Poe Dameron sounded from the hall. He appeared in the doorway with Finn and Rose. "Weeeeellll," he grinned, leaning against the doorway. "What do we have here?"
BB-8 sped over to him and started beeping wildly. Poe laughed in response, "You're right. She does look like a princess."
BB-8 beeped a few more times.
Poe raised his eyebrows. "And She is very pretty," he agreed, his eyes moving appreciatively over Rey's form before the droid rammed into his shin. "Ow! Wait—What do you mean you've never seen a princess before? What about General Organa? She's not just a general, you know.."
BB-8 gave Poe a single beep.
He rolled his eyes in response, "Who downloaded ridiculously high standards into your wiring?"
BB-8 eyed Poe before traitorously rolling back over to Rey and continuing to fawn over her.
"I thought I got rid of you guys!" Leia narrowed her eyes at Poe and Finn before looking at the girl attached to Finn's arm. "You said you could control them, little miss. You even have your taser. What happened?"
Rose sighed, "I kept them busy for a second but you know BB-8. She's a free spirit." She shrugged.
Leia crossed her arms, "Okay I guess but no stinking up the place and no greasy hands on my mothers dresses. I am not above shooting you out into space if any of you even put one unwashed finger on any of the dresses."
Finn, who had been assessing the situation silently, spoke up. "Rey is wearing your mother's dress?" He asked in awe.
"Well I sure as hell wasn't going to ask Poe to put one on!" Leia went over to Rey and turned her around, thoughtfully braiding her hair in a way she always dreamt her mother would.
Poe pouted, "I could wear a dress..."
Rose admired the beautiful draping material and colors. "In a million years, I would never even dream to wear something like that. It really is fit for a queen."
"I'm hardly a queen, Rose." Rey spoke over her shoulder only to get her head snapped back in place by Leia, who had not finished styling the younger woman's hair.
Rose crossed her arms, her hip naturally popping out. "You might not be a queen but you're a famous hero of the Resistance. That's a pretty solid thing to be if you aren't royalty."
Rey snorted, "So are you." She let Leia finish her hair before turning around. "Don't forget how important you are, Rose. If I could, I would find a thousand dresses for you to wear."
Rose blushed and looked anywhere but at Rey. "What's in the trunk? More dresses?"
"More dresses?!" Poe's eyes lit up. "I want to see Rey in more dresses. I never get to see girls all dressed up anymore!"
Rose punched him in the arm. "Ow!" He shielded himself from anymore attacks. "Coveralls can be sexy too! I'm sorry!" He yelped, dodging another blow.
Leia grabbed both Rose and Poe by the ears, dragging them outside the room. "Will you two behave? Who would have thought that the one that used to on the side of the bad guys would be my most well behaved?" She grumbled before calling out behind her. "Rey change into another dress before these kids tear apart our entire base."
Finn gave Rey a sympathetic smile before following everyone out.
Rey let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She still wasn't used to the busyness of having people around her constantly after years of solitude. She was grateful for the people in her life but... it was still a lot.
BB-8 gave her a soft beep and nuzzled against her leg. "Don't worry, BB-8. I'm just adjusting still." The droid beeped happily, deciding that there was no need for comfort anymore because there were dresses to put on.
Rey laughed softly and walked over to the trunk. All she saw was flowing back fabric. She shivered as images of Kylo Ren, masses of black fabric flowing around him with his power, flooded her mind. She took a moment to remember the long planes of his face, shadowed but still revealing so much of his feelings. He emanated a secluded aloneness but something about him made her want to move nearer to him.
She shook her head free of her thoughts when another shiver moved through her frame.
The black fabric still sat untouched in the trunk. She stared at it as if it were a challenge, her hands unclasping her dress and letting it fall to her feet. The cool air of the quarters hugged her skin and she found herself shivering a third time; she picked up the dress from the ground and places it carefully on the bed, ignoring her goosebumps. BB-8 beeped excitedly when Rey leaned over and picked up the black dress. She felt silly over how black fabric could make her nervous. She felt nervous over how black fabric could make her excited.
Rey quickly realized that the black dress was more form fitting and more low cut. It emanated a domineering power: feminine, seductive. It clung to her body and showed curves that she never knew she had. She felt sexy.
She turned to BB-8 and posed in a mock of sultriness. "What do you think, girl?"
A beeping version of a cat call was the response that Rey got from BB-8. Rey blushed and waved her hand at the droid, "Quit that. Go and get everyone. I'm sure they'll drive me insane if I don't let them see."
BB-8 beeped an affirmative and rolled out the door, only to find that everyone had been standing just out side the door. Poe let out a low whistle as they all filtered in. Leia elbowed him in the gut... and everyone started talking at once.
Rey tried to keep track of what everyone was saying but sound started fading in and out, giving her the tell tale sign that Ben was connecting with her again. Only... he didn't say anything. And then the sound around her cade back just as soon as it left. And he was gone.
Kylo Ren... Ben Solo—whoever the hell he was; he had a hard time knowing when he was around her—didn't mean to see her a second time. He had been thinking about her. Hell, he always thought about her. It was annoying. It was distracting. It was frustrating. But, Yes, he had been thinking about her. He had wished he could see her again and then all of a sudden she was right in front of him again.
She was right in front of him and his heart was in his throat. He had not expected another dress. He hadn't expected the first dress, but there she was. She was beautiful. Startlingly so. Ethereal. Distractingly so.
But, now... now... now? This dress? He showed up. He took one look at her. He choked on the breath he had been trying to take. His connection to her broke. He was back on his ship. He was back in his room. He was gasping for breath.
He had always dreamt of her in black. When their bare hands touched for the first time, images of her, on his arm, dressed in the most beautiful black gowns he could get for her filled his head. He hadn't been able to get them out of his head since. And now? Actually physically seeing her in what had been haunting his dreams? He couldn't even remember how to breath. Images of her flooded his mind so intensely that no other thought could get through.
Maker... how is he going to survive this? Should he destroys her before he is destroyed? Should he give in? Should he force her to be his?
More than anything, he wished, in that moment, he could talk to his grandfather.