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Disclaimer: I'd love to own Poe, but alas, I do not own Star Wars.

Rey begrudgingly accepted the trip to the refresher as an attempt to buy herself more time. She could not, would not share a bed with Kylo Ren. It was far too intimate; especially when she was to be sharing a bed with a man she utterly despised. The hot water from the sanistream made Rey sigh as she started to wash up. She attempted one more time to reach out to Luke through the Force, but her attempt was futile. Everything about the sanistream on the Finalizer was high-tech; the one on D'Qar was nice and functional, but was nothing compared to the one she was using now. The soap and shampoo smelled like some rare flower, but she couldn't quite identify it. Rey didn't know many flowers, as Jakku had not had any flowers. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to grow up on a different planet; somewhere lush and green. But she wouldn't trade her time on Jakku for anything. It had made her into the person she was now. Turning off the sanistream Rey stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying herself off and gently tousling her hair. Instead of putting it up in its usual knots, Rey decided to keep her hair down. It tumbled gently around her shoulders in waves, framing her face prettily. A nightgown had been laid out for her, meaning someone had been in the refresher while she had been using the sanistream, which Rey found unnerving. She hoped it hadn't been Kylo. Picking up the nightgown she found it was pretty, and simple. Rey reluctantly put it on, and ran her fingers through her hair before returning to Kylo Ren's quarters. The young Sith Lord was lounging on the chair Rey had woken up on, staring absentmindedly out the great window that displayed the universe to him. He still hadn't put his helmet back on, and Rey wondered if he secretly hated the thing. She would if she had to wear it all the time. Not knowing what to do, Rey cleared her throat awkwardly, standing just inside the door frame. Kylo turned and looked at her, a small smirk gracing his face. Rey shivered; whenever he looked at her that way it made her feel strange. She couldn't quite figure out what that feeling was, though.

Kylo drank in the sight of her; the nightgown had been a wonderful choice. He mentally took note to reward the female officer who had chosen it and taken it in for Rey to put on. Kylo was reminded of a hologram of his grandmother, Padmé Amidala. The hologram had come into his uncle's possession under circumstances that still remained unclear to Kylo, and he remembered him showing it to his mother. The soft, wavy brown hair, the determined eyes... all traits of Padmé that could be found in Rey's face. Kylo found himself utterly grateful that he was not related to Rey; he could admire her without feeling... disgusted with himself.

"The nightgown," he began, "it suits you." Rey immediately felt self-conscious and crossed her arms over her chest. She figured he was lying; trying to make her feel comfortable so she would do what he said. He looked at her as if he knew what she looked like without her clothes on. Perhaps he did; Rey didn't know what kind of tricks Kylo had up his sleeve. "I have not seen you without your clothes on, Rey. Contrary to what you believe, I do have some respect for you. After all, the Force is strong in you. You could be of use to me."

"What if I don't want to be of use to you?" she challenged. Kylo rose to his feet and stood in front of her, leaving the smallest amount of space possible between the two of them. Rey could feel the heat radiating from him and she wanted nothing more than to step back. Kylo Ren could sense her defiance and it made him grin. He stroked her face gently, teasingly, and chuckled as Rey tensed up at his touch. She wouldn't do that for long.

"You will want to be," he murmured. "You know it to be true, Rey. Don't fight it." And without warning, he leaned down and kissed her hotly, his much taller frame practically enveloping hers. Rey's eyes widened in shock and horror, and she pushed against his chest. He was easily eight inches taller than her, perhaps more with his boots on and with her barefoot. Rey managed to squirm out of his grasp, her face flushed and hair now mussed.

"What was that for?!" she shouted. Rey found herself thinking of Finn, and of Poe, wishing the two were there. As much as she believed she could take care of herself, they would be some extra power to help her deal with Kylo. It was then that Rey began to realize the situation she was in; Kylo was desperate to have her, and if it wasn't as an apprentice, it would be as a lover. The kiss had made her extremely uncomfortable and upset, but also... curious. She squelched the feeling as soon as she recognized it; she could not be attracted to Kylo Ren. Rey could just see the disappointed look on Luke's face if she fell in love with him. And Kylo could not be in love with her; in lust, perhaps, but not in love.

Kylo once more bottled up his frustration. He could not lash out her, not if he wanted her on his side. Rey had since sat down on the lounge chair, staring up at him with apprehensive eyes. He wanted to tell her that he was not a monster, but he knew she wouldn't believe him. Kylo walked out and went to use the refresher himself, getting ready for bed. He returned in plain black pajamas, that looked soft and silky to the touch. He sat down on his bed, and watched Rey, eventually deciding that he would force his hand and try to use the Force to get her to come and go to bed. Much to Kylo's surprise and pleasure, it worked.

As soon as he was sure Rey was completely asleep, he began to brush through her memories. The most recent ones either contained himself or Skywalker. He was curious and continued to sift through until he found some memories of the Resistance base. The first was of his mother, and Kylo quickly passed that one. The next was of the traitor, FN-2187 in the medical bay being treated after his duel with him. Rey was kneeling at his bedside, chin cupped in her hands and hands resting on the edge of the bed. He scowled, wanting to erase the memory from her completely, but simply moving on. Rey's next memory was of Poe Dameron, which perplexed Kylo to no end. He and Poe had been the best of friends when he had still gone by his birth name. In the memory, Rey was talking to Poe when she started to cry...

"I just miss him so much," Rey sobbed. Poe nodded, wrapping his arms around her small frame. Rey returned the action, burying her face in his pilot's uniform. "I hate him, Poe. That... That monster hurt Finn and now Finn might..." She didn't finish her sentence, and Poe sighed. He cupped her chin in one hand, his chocolate brown eyes smoldering.

"I miss him too," he told her. Rey managed a weak smile, and brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead with a free hand. Poe smirked, and leaned down, his lips capturing Rey's passionately. Rey kissed him back, her arms winding around his neck...

The memory faded, but came back, apparently some time later. It enraged Kylo, but he couldn't help but continue on. This time, he saw Poe's quarters at the Resistance base; he recognized them immediately from the X-wing pilot's helmet on top of a chest of drawers and the old Jedi training orb resting beside it; a gift Kylo had given Poe because of his old friend's fascination with it. Kylo smiled painfully, but the next thing he saw wiped the grin from his face.

Rey and Poe's clothes were scattered across the floor, and lying in bed were the two, Poe's arms wrapped around Rey's waist. He pressed soft kisses down her neck, and on her shoulder. Rey smiled softly squeezing one of his hands.

"I need to go," Rey murmured. "If I don't go now, General Organa will become suspicious and I told Chewie that we would take off as soon as I saw Fi-" Poe silenced her with a heated kiss, shifting her so she was underneath him. "Poe, I'm serious. I have to go."

"Let me send you off the right way then," Poe chuckled. Rey shook her head and climbed out of bed, throwing her clothes on as quickly as possible. Poe watched her from the bed, frowning. "Let me go with you, then. You've got a lot of flying ahead of you; you could use all the help you can get." Rey turned, securing her hair in its usual three knots.

"You know you're more use here than out there," she told him. And with that, she left without saying goodbye.

Kylo stormed out of his quarters, lightsaber in hand. His anger was about to bubble over, and he entered the quarters across the hall that we're currently unoccupied. He unsheathed his lightsaber and hacked and sliced at anything he could reach, yelling in anger. He couldn't believe that Poe had slept with Rey; he couldn't believe Rey had slept with Poe. In some ways it didn't surprise him; Poe had always been better at getting girls. But still. Kylo had believed that Rey was his to have. He had no idea that Poe had formed a romantic attachment to her.

After destroying a good three-fourths of the room, Rey's voice drew Kylo from his rage.

"Kylo!" she shouted. "What are you doing? Stop!" Trembling, he sheathed his lightsaber and turned to face her. Rey trembled a bit herself; she had never seen him look as angry as he did at that moment. She truly felt afraid of him and what he would do. He took one menacing step toward her, then another. She bit her lip, but stood her ground. She would not be intimidated.

"So," he seethed, "you slept with him. With Poe Dameron, the heir apparent to my cursed father's legacy as the swaggering, dashing pilot of the resistance. You know he was once my best friend? I hope he was good, Rey. I hope he was able to comfort you while you mourned that blasted traitor." A mad laugh erupted from Kylo's throat and Rey felt tears welling up. "You know, your little friend is lucky he got away with what he did! Do you know what I could have done to him? Do you even know what I'm capable of Rey? Because I don't think you do." He was standing right in front of her now, and Rey forced herself to stare up at him. Kylo touched her neck, and Rey flinched. "Good," he purred. "You know how easy it would be for me to strangle you? Right here, right now? It's filthy business; my grandfather never did it personally. Do you know what it's like to feel someone's life slowly leave them? By your hands? It's strange, but you feel so... powerful."

"You're insane," Rey spat. Kylo chuckled, and removed his hand from her neck.

"Yes, I am. But you're intrigued, all the same." Rey shook her head and started to argue. "Ah, ah, ah. Do not deny it. I've felt it; every time we speak you become more and more intrigued by what I have to offer you. You're curious, Rey. Don't deny it."

"Maybe I was at one time," she told him. "But this little display had cemented my opinion of you. You're a monster, and there is no light left in yo-"

"My lord," an officer called from the hall. "We've just captured an X-wing spacefighter. The pilot... he demanded he be taken to you." Rey's eyes widened; there was only one pilot serving the Resistance that would do such a thing.

"Poe."

So the drama continues! Also, writing super unhinged Kylo Ren is really fun! Next chapter, expect a lot of Poe. Why do you think he left the Resistance? How will Kylo react? Will Rey get both boys to behave or is it going to be utter madness? Let me know what you think will happen/what you want to see happen!

~ Class