Ganusha laughed. "Wouldn't you love to know?" She waved her hand over the holocron-like gold pyramid and its blinding red light obscured the wounded Rey at his feet and the ruins. Confused, Kylo turned as he was entirely enveloped in light. He couldn't even see Ganusha anymore.

Then the light faded and Kylo breathed a sigh of relief as he and the witch were back in his quarters aboard the Finalizer. He extinguished his lightsaber and hooked it back on his belt. "Enough of these games," Kylo said, still pale and sweating from the strange vision of nearly killing Rey. "Just show me the second gift so we can get this over and done with."

"All you have to do is enter your sleeping quarters," Ganusha said with a knowing grin.

Kylo's eyebrow arched. He glared at the woman with suspicion. "What waits for me there?"

"You'll see, my lord."

"If there's any harm to me, I swear I will kill you," he growled.

"You and your temper," Ganusha cackled. "Just go."

Sighing, Kylo strode toward his sleeping quarters, expecting anything…a Gundark, bounty hunters, assassins, a platoon of Resistance troops, Snoke's ghost..and ready to fight any of them.

Instead was Rey again, reclining on his bed, and dressed in black lace undergarments that left little to the imagination. "What are you doing here?!" he exclaimed.

"My love," she said with a smile on her plush lips. "You've returned." She rose off the bed, strode over to him, threw her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.

Her lips were warm and tasted like rare Naboo honey. His shock and surprise gave way to human instinct, putting his arms around her, pulling her against him, and returning her kiss.

"I don't understand," he gasped when their lips parted. His mouth felt swollen from their brief passion. "How did you get in here? Why this after you've left me?"

She reached up with an index finger and pressed it gently on the tip of his nose. "I've come to my senses and realized that I love you. I love you more than the Resistance, my friends, or even the Jedi. My place is here, with you. I've left them all behind. Now we can spend our lives together."

Kylo's eyes flooded with tears, lost in her soft hazel gaze. "You'll rule with me?" he said, almost frantic with the need to hear her say, "Yes."

She nodded. "We will make the galaxy into what we want it to be," she said. "A peaceful, just galaxy where there's no more slavery or war or poverty or crime syndicates. No more of the kind of people who have hurt us."

Kylo couldn't help himself. He pulled her in for another kiss, this one deeper and hungrier. His tongue stroked hers, hands roamed over her mostly unclad body. Desire caught fire in his veins and he felt his arousal straining against his pants. He pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her neck, his hands eager to remove her undergarments. She felt so good, tasted so good, smelled like wildflowers, her creamy skin dotted with freckles. Her hand found rest on his manhood and he gritted his teeth.

This is what he wanted more than anything. More than a throne. More than revenge and death. To have her here in his arms, willing to love him. He wanted to scream to Ganusha, wherever she was, that this was the gift he would accept. His skin felt like it was on fire. He paused, panting with need, to tear off his tunic and boots, and yanked down his pants. She looked up at him with love and desire, stripping off her brassiere and pushing the panties down over her hips, slipping them off her legs. Like a gundark in heat, he pounced on her and they greedily explored each other's bodies.

Then Kylo found himself writhing naked on his bed, Rey vanishing into thin air. Ganusha entered the room, laughing in near hysterics.

The Supreme Leader's lust exploded into fury. His entire upper body turned red, veins popping on his neck, his eyes wide. He swiftly seized a pillow to cover his swollen genitals and without thinking, he lifted his hand and with the Force, slammed the laughing witch into the wall. She stopped laughing with the thud of her body. "How dare you!" he snarled. "You will pay for humiliating me!"

Ganusha's hands went to her throat, her eyes bulging with fear. "Stop," she choked out. "I was only…trying…to bring you…the one…you love."

"What are you talking about?!" He was nearly foaming at the mouth.

"Put me down and let me explain it to you," she bit out, struggling to breathe. Kylo's hand dropped back to his side and the witch fell unceremoniously to the floor. She gasped and coughed for several moments, then she rose to her feet. By then the Supreme Leader had put on his pants and covered his chest with a robe. His anger simmered down to embers. "If you do not want to kill her, then I can put a love spell on her so that she will come to you, completely yours, devoted forever."

Kylo stared at Ganusha incredulously. It was like staring at Snoke's throne on the Supremacy-empty but for the lower half of his body—all over again. What he'd wanted with all of his heart and soul, even more than power or the entire galaxy, was being offered to him for the taking. It would be so easy and harmless. She would leave her friends, her Jedi ways, her doomed cause and become his lover, his Empress, his wife. In his mind's eye he could see her clad in the finest shimmersilk gowns, adorned in jewels, her beauty a radiance greater than a thousand suns. She would want for nothing. She would be safe, protected, cared for, loved. She would be feared and respected, perhaps even more so than him. He would show her all of the ways of the Force and together, they would create a new universe of their own making.

He was giddy, tears welled in his eyes just as they had on that strange night he'd reached across the galaxy to touch her hand. Just as he parted his lips to tell Ganusha, "Yes," the crone turned toward the doorway of his sleeping quarters. "Where are you going?" he demanded.

"I am leaving you for the night to decide which gift you want and I will return at midnight tomorrow for your answer. I will not accept your answer before then." She walked out of the sleeping quarters.

"Wait, I command you to stop!" he bellowed.

But Ganusha kept going as though she didn't hear him. Kylo stomped off after her. "I'm ordering you as Supreme Leader to…"

He found himself in the main part of his quarters completely alone, the room silent but for the hum of the Finalizer's engines.