The saber flew past his head, clapped into the hands of that scavenger girl. Rey. Everything went still. She looked as surprised as he felt, glancing between the hilt and him until she positioned herself and met his gaze. He was staring, he realized.

Rey frowned with concentration. Han. Han was his father. His father who loved him. She repeated it over in her head. She flicked Luke's saber to life.

The shock wore off. Kylo extended his own blade. He bid his feet to move, but they wouldn't.

Rey's nose twitched, and he sensed her focusing her anger at him just as she began rushing him, crying out with the effort. She hated him, and that weakened her. The red blade shooting from the center of Han's back stuck in her mind like a sheer curtain as she moved, jabbing and slashing at Kylo's black figure. The ground shook as she fell a tree. Despite the winter cold around them, she was already sweating. He was stronger, but she was faster and when a moment came for her to run, she took it.

Kylo slashed his saber against the rocks she had run up, sending up debris into the air.. Why did she have to run? He saw himself hurting her, only enough to get her on the ground, and then he'd end her.

Their blades came together again, this time he had her pinned, her back arching over the edge of the cliff that had formed. She was gasping, afraid, and... beautiful.

Her eyes darted between his, her chest heaving. Kylo sunk into her gasps, pounding is his head, reminding him of something… else. His cock twitched, drawing his attention away from her for the faintest of moments. Kylo licked his lips and leaned more heavily over her.

What could he say to her? To tell her they didn't need to fight. She was sloppy, but teachable. Her rage was beautiful. She could harness it. Learn from it. Together they would be…

"You need a teacher!" Kylo shouted to her over the howling wind and the sparks of their interlocked blades. "I could show you the ways of the Force."

"The Force?" She whispered. She closed her eyes. She wasn't there with him any more. She grew more solid, pushing back on his saber with some new form of strength.

Kylo's jaw clenched. How dare she ignore him - like everyone else. He tightened his grip on his saber, wanting to throttle her off the cliff that formed behind them.

Kylo shoved her, hard, knocking her saber from her hands and her off balance, backwards. She flailed, and he grabbed the loose cloth that crossed over her chest and pulled her into him. His movements no longer felt like his own, as though something else had taken over.

She felt it, too. Her hands landed on his chest and she pushed against him, but not to get close to him - to get away from the cliff. She lingered.

"You feel it, too." Kylo realized aloud.

Rey looked up at him and his realization was confirmed. She tore her gaze away and tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he held her closer.

"You're a monster!" She howled, hurling her weight against him. "Get off of me!"

Kylo kissed her.

This is wrong. This is dangerous. Rey's brain pounded, flashing warning signals. Yet she kissed him back. Her mind's warnings faded into the pulse of her heart as she cautiously surrendered. Her legs refused to move. Overwhelmed, Rey scratched up his arms, clawing her way to his shoulders. He moaned into her mouth and kissed her deeper. Her knees began to buckle - no stop, what are you doing I can't - her mind was a fading whirlwind as Kylo held her so close her arms were pinned there between them. He was stronger, she couldn't push him away. She didn't really want to.

"Don't be afraid." He asked, breathing into her neck. "I feel it, too." His forehead pressed against her, waiting for her to kiss him back.

Images of her back in the holding cell flashed before her eyes. The first time he said that to her. Is this what he meant back then?

Rey became aware of the hardness pressing against her, and also of the slick pool that built up in her under garment. He licked his lips, and she realized he was aching. Waiting for her to do something.

"I can't." She muttered. "You-You're-"

Angry, Kylo kissed her again. His hands moved to her head, holding her still, compliant.

She dug her nails into his chest and couldn't help but kiss him back. The dull ache in her muscles from all the running and fighting now ignited again with this fury. This itch in her core to sink her teeth into him. To throw him down on the snow and have her way with him.

Rey indulged, biting down on his lip with all her strength. He surged with the pain and shoved her into the snow. Before she could get up, his weight was on her, his legs between hers. His hardness pressing hard, too hard, on the sensitive mound between her thighs.

Despite herself, her legs latched around his. He grabbed her shirt from the center and ripped it in half, her breast bands had unraveled and Kylo buried his face between them while Rey scratched violently at his scalp and the back of his neck, holding him there. She borrowed her fingers under his robe to scratch at his back. She began to cry out in rage and lust.

Kylo wrestled both of her hands into his, she saw her hands were caked with his blood and it gave her pause. It enraged the dark prince more. He slammed her hands down over her head

Rey trashed in complaint, in helplessness. "What are you doing?" She screamed at him as he tugged on her belt. He said nothing, only shoved her face back into the snow. He gave her pants a final tug and Rey's heart stopped as the tear of fabric ripped through the air. Snow licked at her exposed thighs.

"Ben," she whispered, trembling. He leaned back on top of her, holding her wrists still with one hand while he undid his own belt. Rey tried to look away from him but couldn't, didn't want to. She was no virgin, but this was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

Unforgivable.

She grit her teeth as the word flashed in her mind, tearing her away from him.

"Be here. With me. Now." Kylo said, pulling her back.

There was no waiting, no preamble. In one motion he filled her, stretched her open with his incredible girth. They cried out together as he lingered there, staring into her conflicted, enraged gaze. He rested on top of her, his shoulder near her mouth. She curled her hips and snaked her legs around his, locking him in before she bit down on his flesh.

The pain swelled over his skin and he pumped her harder, faster. She didn't let go. Spit leaked down the sides of her mouth as the current built up in her belly. Her muscles clenched tighter around him as she rocked on the edge.

He was getting close, too, his grunts were less rhythmic, his thrusting quick and frantic. She melted into the snow as she tried to hold onto this moment. Kylo yanked himself from her jaw and brought his face down to kiss her again. She turned her face away, so he kissed her neck instead, making her skin erupt in pleasure. As her back arched with the first tugs of her orgasm, Kylo kissed her mouth, and she kissed him back.

Her legs shook as she came, moaning against his lips.

Reinvigorated by her convulsions, Kylo pistoned faster, drawing out her orgasm, melting into her until he burst inside of her, filling her with warmth. He remained there, on top of her, their breathing in sync. Snow began piling around them. Kylo slipped out of her.

She sat up and put herself back together, and Kylo did the same, facing away from her. Keeping an eye to make sure he didn't look, Rey snatched Luke's saber out of the snow and put it back on her belt where it belonged.

His energy became frantic again, and Kylo grabbed his saber and drew it. He spun on his heels to face her, angry as ever, just as the Falcon came into view.