AN: Thank you so much for your kind words! They make me smile!
They eat supper together on board his shuttle. His rage radiates from him in waves, but she can tell that he's trying to keep it suppressed for her sake.
"Is something wrong?" She asks as she pushes little purple root vegetables around on her plate. He seems almost startled by her presence. "Well?"
"Nothing. Snoke- the Supreme Leader is...well, he gave me a few days to get you settled in on Corellia. Then I have some business to attend to on an outer rim planet." He explains.
"Business?" She asks skeptically. "Is it the resistance?"
"I'm not going to discuss this with you." He says firmly.
"So it is the resistance." Rey smiles despite herself and hides it by taking a mouthful of nuna.
"There is no Resistance, Rey. Just a few straggling criminals." He scoffs. She ignores this and stares at him. There's something vaguely familiar about his looks, as if she'd seen them somewhere before.
"Your leader says that you have Skywalker blood. Is that true?" She asks.
"It is." She frowns. As if sensing her thoughts, he shakes his head. "I'm not Luke Skywalker's son."
"Then whose son are you?" She asks. He doesn't answer, but a face flickers from his mind to hers. "The Skywalkers are the descendants of Vader. He's your grandfather. He had two children. A son and a daughter." She isn't quite sure how she knows all of this. Perhaps she'd picked it up in his mind? Just how powerful was their connection? "You aren't Luke's son...so he's your Uncle."
"Stop." his voice is warning. She'd heard so many stories of Luke Skywalker, and a few of them had mentioned a sister, a Princess- her name had been...Leia? Yes, Leia. the name connected so well with the face she'd seen in his memory. One of her favorite stories had been the one that told of the princess who had fallen in love with a Smuggler who'd become a Resistance General. And suddenly it all connects in her brain.
"Han Solo is your father!" She gasps, looking at him with wide eyes. Yes, her husband did resemble the pilot she had met. He rises from the table, his hand gripping the hilt of his saber. "How...how did you end up here?"
"We won't discuss this!"
"You don't deny it. He is your father. And Leia Organa is your mother...yes, I can see them in your memory." Rey says closing her eyes. "Two parents...and yet you were alone so often as a child...always they were running, trying to make the world better, or on another adventure you were too young to go on- they sent you to train with your uncle Luke...they were afraid of your powers, of what you might become-" Her eyes fly open as she hears his saber ignite and slice through a control panel. More than likely they're stuck in here now, until someone comes to repair it, and if they had any experience with Kylo Ren, they would suspect his rage would last for a while, and it was best to stay clear. "Stop that!" He turns to her, his eyes wild and dark, but she swears that they flash yellow. "You cannot just destroy something every time you're angry!"
"What do you suggest I do?" He growls, his saber cutting through a chair. His emotions are running wild- the loneliness and isolation of his childhood are old wounds he hasn't thought of in many years. The sense of abandonment by his parents is there too. His hatred for his parents is strong, and yet she can almost detect a hint of longing inside of him. Longing for the brief moments of peace and contentment he could recall from his childhood. He's still staring at her, his breathing heavy; and suddenly, she has an idea. She approaches him slowly, like he is an animal that might startle and hurt her; he watches her with impossibly dark eyes. She has to stand on her toes to reach his lips with her own, and he grunts in surprise.
"Turn that thing off before you hurt someone." her eyes flicker to his saber, and he hesitates for a moment. She steps even closer, the hard muscle of his stomach pressing to her chest. The saber powers down, and his face tilts down to meet hers. His kiss is desperate, bruising, borderlining on violent. It's like his destruction, his anger melting from him as his lips battle with hers. He scoops her up into his arms, moving her legs to wrap around his waist as he pins her to the wall with his body and continues kissing her. She buries her fingers in his hair, keeping his mouth anchored to hers as his hands fumble between them, reaching up her skirt, but there's not enough room for him to maneuver his hands the way he'd like. He carries her to the small bunk, and rips her underwear in his rush to remove them from her. "Kylo!" She gasps and scolds all at once. That was the only pair she'd had.
"I'll buy you a hundred more later." He says as he kisses his way down her clothed body to her newly exposed core. The first move of his tongue already has her arching up against him, and he chuckles against her. He brings her to the edge more quickly than she'd thought possible, and he's kissing his way back up her body to her mouth. His hand snakes between them again, freeing himself from his trousers and she moans as she feels him brush against her. She arches against him, but he's taking some sort of strange pleasure in watching her writhe desperately beneath him.
"Kylo...please!" She gasps, trying to arch up to him, but he keeps her pinned beneath his weight.
"What do you want?" he asks, his voice incredibly deep and raspy directly in her ear. She whimpers as he pulls the skin of her ear between his teeth and bucks feebly against his hips. "Tell me what you want!"
"You!" She gasps, and that's all the encouragement he needs to push into her. There's less pain than there had been last night, now there was only the sensation of stretching to accommodate him. His movements are hard and fast, much different than last night and she gasps each time he buries himself in her.
"Open your eyes." He orders, and she does. She doesn't remember closing them to begin with. His eyes are boring into hers intensely, radiating so many thoughts and emotions. The most surprising is gratitude; that she was giving herself to him freely, that she had initiated this, that she had not recoiled in fear when he'd been on his rampage. He drops his head down to the crook of her neck. "Rey…" He sighs, his tongue darting out to taste her flesh.
"Touch me." She gasps boldy, and his hand finds her breasts, making her hum with pleasure. She senses that he's close to completion, but he's determined to bring her with him. He takes one of her legs and drapes it over his shoulder, and she cries out his name as stars dance behind her eyes again. He thrusts into her four more times, the sensation of her pleasure drawing his pleasure from him. She feels the same hot burst of something deep inside of her, and he kisses her tenderly again, one of his hands coming to cradle her cheek.
"You wanted me." He gives her a lopsided smile, and she blushes.
"Was it so obvious?" She asks, frowning as he moves out of her, leaving her empty again. She rolls over to prop herself up on his still clothed chest. "You needed me. You needed...release." the blush spreads from her cheeks down her neck. "Your anger is gone...and you barely destroyed anything." She teases, raising her hand to trail it over his mouth.
"Just your underclothes." He smirks at her.
"Wasteful." She shakes her head and frowns. "Now I'm going to be walking around without underwear- and in a dress too." She feels a wave of arousal from him, and she arches her brow at him. "Is that...that makes you want me?"
"Everything you do makes me want you." He groans. A feeling of power rises in her. She'd stopped a rampage in it's tracks with nothing but her body. Her body was all the release he needed- no destruction, but perhaps creation. Her face is hot again as she considers that he might have put a child in her just moments ago. "I cannot wait until you're full of my child." He murmurs, picking up on her thoughts. She looks into his, and sees him imagining her with a rounded stomach, a bright glimmer of the force stirring there. His child. Physical proof that she belonged to him. She recalls the words that Hux had read from the med report yesterday, that she was nearly prime for conception.
"That's why you have a few days with me, isn't it? Because your master hopes I'll be pregnant before you leave." She says, and he nods."Is that what my life is to be? Alone unless I'm ready to conceive a child, and then alone to bear it? To love this child until it's weaned, and then have them ripped from me? Will I even be allowed to care for the child at all, or will I have to be bred again as soon as I've had the first child?"
"You will care for the child in it's infancy. A mother's body provides comfort and nutrients to a child that supplements cannot." he says, his brow furrowing. "And the children will be no good to my master until they're three at the least."
"So I'll have three years with my children and then they'll be stolen from me?" She asks, her heart throbbing painfully.
"I'm sure my master will allow you to see them." He says, tracing his fingers through her hair.
"Will he? Or will he fear that my light will corrupt the darkness he tries to plant in them?" She frowns. "What if the children inherit my affinity for the light instead of the darkness? Will he kill them to avoid potential uprisings?"
"It won't be a problem. The darkness calls to every Skywalker. It's in our blood." He huffs.
"What about your Uncle? The Jedi Knight?"
"Just because he is a Jedi does not mean he has never known the temptation of the darkness. Only that he was too stubborn to see how powerful it would make him. He was a fool. He still is. A fool and a coward."
"Then I am a fool as well, because I will never embrace the darkness." She says through gritted teeth.
"I know." He sighs. "I wish you would let me teach you. With training, your use of the force…"
"I won't train in the darkness." She shakes her head.
"What if I didn't teach you the darkness- just the force." He suggests and she sits up to get a better look at his face.
"How?" She asks.
"I may be a user of the darkness now, but I was once a student of the light. I know enough to teach you, just enough that you'll have some amount of control over your powers." he sits up too, one of his hands coming to cradle her face.
"And you wouldn't try to make me use the darkness?" She asks warily.
"No."
"What would your master say?"
"Why should my master care as long as we do as he has commanded?" He shrugs. "Even if I trained you, you would not be strong enough to oppose him. You know that." She nods. "I just...hate to think of you without some grasp on your powers, Rey."
"Alright." She nods, and he seems taken aback.
"You'll let me train you?"
"No darkness?"
"No darkness." He confirms and she nods again. He kisses her passionately and she laughs against his mouth. "You're going to be so powerful, Rey. I can see it now."
"You're not afraid I'll use my abilities to best you?" she asks teasingly. "After all, your master said that my powers were equal to yours."
"The light will never equal the power of the darkness. Too many restrictions." He scoffs.
"We'll see." She smirks at him, and he wraps his arms around her waist.
"I look forward to it." He says into her breasts, and she arches against him. "How sore are you?" He asks, and she blushes. "Ah. Too sore for that. But..." He pushes her onto her back again and she gasps as he moves down her body.
"What are you-"
"I told you. There's nothing that pleases me more than hearing you scream my name." He smirks at her, and she gasps as his lips find there mark...and she's not even sure she remembers what her own name is.