The interrogation room was silent as Rey pondered her next move. It had been only a day since she'd been captured by the First Order, but so much had happened since then that it felt like longer. Kylo Ren had been back three times since their initial encounter, both for more sex and to inform her of the situation with the map. She could tell he was trying hard to avoid getting it from her but his loyalty to Snoke was too powerful. She had a feeling that next time he came to see her, it would be to bring her to his master.

While she enjoyed his hungry kisses all over her body and the sounds he made as he thrust himself over and over between her legs, she knew she had to escape. Rey had discovered how wonderful and intimate sex could be, but it was not worth risking the lives of many. She could not be selfish in that regard—she had to get away.

But how? She was restrained, and even if she persuaded Kylo Ren to undo the restraints, she would not get very far. His fondness for her was probably not stronger than his ties to the First Order. Difficult as it might be, she needed to do it herself.

Rey looked around the room. There was always something she could do, always some way to fix the problem. If only her hands weren't tied, she could scale the walls for a circuit box and tweak some things to get herself out. Tied down though, she was almost useless.

She thought about what Maz Kanata had said about the Force, how it was all around. Jedis used it, and somehow she had been able to use it to repel Kylo Ren in her mind. Would it work for her? Rey turned her head to look at the Stormtrooper who had been sent in to keep an eye on her while Kylo Ren was away. Perhaps she could…

In a somewhat shaky voice, she said to him "You will remove these restraints and leave this cell with the door open."

The Stormtrooper cocked his head. "What did you say?"

It didn't work. Rey decided to give it another go. "You will remove these restraints and leave this cell with the door open."

He walked over so that he was standing beside her, gun poised as if he were ready to shoot her at the slightest movement. "I will tighten those restraints, scavenger scum," he threatened from behind his mask.

Suddenly, Rey felt her fear turn to calm and her hesitation to confidence. She had this. In a much more powerful and sure voice than before, she once more commanded "You will remove these restraints and leave this cell with the door open."

The Stormtrooper straightened and his body seemed to relax. "I will remove these restraints and leave this cell with the door open," he repeated. Without another word, he released her from the chair and then turned to leave the room.

"And you'll drop your weapon," Rey quickly added before he was gone.

"And I'll drop my weapon," he said, and so he did with a loud metallic CLANG on the floor.

Rey wasted no time. She ran, picked up the gun and then snuck down the hallway to try and find her way out.

Kylo Ren was sitting in his quarters, putting off having to bring Rey before Snoke. He could no longer shield her from the Supreme Leader and had finally been ordered to bring her forth. While he had managed to keep his feelings and thoughts about her a secret, he could not help but feel that Snoke suspected him anyway. After all, this was not the first time he had had a call to the light. No matter how many times he pushed it away, it kept coming back. And it bothered him; he knew he was stronger than that.

He knew that if he brought Rey to Snoke, he would lose her for sure. She would never trust him again. And for some reason, that hurt him. It tore him up to think of her hating him, which was the most likely outcome of him turning her over. But he had to do it, no matter what he felt. After all, sacrifices had to be made in the line of duty.

Sighing heavily, he reluctantly got up from where he was sitting on the bed. He had put it off long enough. It was time now to bid Rey farewell so that they could get what they needed out of her. He made his way to the door and pushed the button to open it. Kylo Ren only got a couple feet out of the room before colliding with someone.

"Why don't you watch where—" he started, but was cut short when he saw Rey standing there, pointing a gun at him and looking quite shocked to see him there.

"Kylo Ren," she said, as if saying his name would make her believe he was there. She lowered the gun. "What are you doing here?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked around. "Well, considering this is my base, I'd say I reside here," he replied. Then he frowned. "Wait, how did you get out of your restraints? And where did you get the gun from?"

Rey looked nervous. "I—I tricked one of your guards into letting me out," she admitted.

"How?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Let's not talk about it. Come on, I've got better things we can do."

Kylo Ren suddenly found himself being pushed back into his bedroom by some invisible force. He looked at Rey incredulously. "Is that you? Are you using the Force?"

"I don't know," said Rey, setting her gun down and going about undoing her belt. "I suppose so."

"You suppose you're using a power that takes people years to master?"

She shrugged. "I didn't think it was all that hard to do," she tried to say in a nonchalant voice, although inside she was somewhat frightened. Her newfound power scared her a bit, but she tried to push it away and focus on him.

He stared at her as she removed her cloth and began work on getting her pants off. "I don't understand," he said slowly. "If you escaped, why come here? Or was it by chance?"

"I just—I somehow knew where to find you. I wanted to be with you and I couldn't wait any longer." She pulled her shirt over her head and stood before him, now fully nude. "I want to do this on a bed, for once."

Kylo Ren let his eyes wander over her naked body, taking in every detail. He had only seen her completely naked once, and that was in the memory she showed him. She was much more breathtaking in real life, and he found his hand reaching down to grasp his now throbbing erection.

However, no sooner had his fingers touched it than his hand was pushed away by the invisible force from earlier. He tried to move, but found he couldn't.

"Rey, what are you doing?" he asked, struggling against her hold on him.

She smiled mischievously. "I believe it's called 'pay back.'" While he stood there, immobile, she sauntered over to him and began to very slowly undress him. "You've been the one in control of the pace for too long. Now it's my turn."

Kylo Ren relaxed. He knew that if he really tried, he could fight her for control of his body. But her being the one in control was exciting, and he was curious to see what she would do when she had the upper hand. So he allowed her to hold him in place while she had her way with him.

When his shirt was off and his pants were down, something she had taken an achingly long time with, she knelt before him. "I hope your room is sound proof," she commented, wrapping her fingers around his enlarged penis and stroking it. "I want to make you scream."

He had no control over his sounds as she stroked him. If he had use of his hands, he would have clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle them. So, he didn't bother trying to hold back. His room was not sound proof, but if they heard then they heard. The door was locked from the inside anyway.

Kylo Ren felt an enormous shudder go through his body when she took him into her mouth. She pushed her lips over him and ran her tongue along the underside, over the tip and then back down again. When he hit the back of her throat, he cried out her name.

She took her mouth off of his member but continued to stroke him while she smiled up at him. "I like it when you say my name," she said in a low, seductive voice. "Say it again."

Rey gave his tip a good, long lick and she was rewarded with another plea in the form of her name. She resumed licking and sucking him until she could feel in his mind that he was getting close to finishing. That was when she pulled away and used the force to shove him over onto the bed.

Kylo Ren lay there, stunned while he watched Rey climb on top of him. She had his arms pinned above his head, just like he had done to her. He grinned. "I'm beginning to see a pattern here with us," he noted, feeling a little light headed from the almost-orgasm he had just experienced combined with being pushed onto the bed.

She returned the smile and then leaned down so that their lips touched. It had only been a few hours since they had last done this, but to Kylo Ren it felt like eons. And this instance was so much more special since she was now free to move as she liked while he was the one pinned down. There you go again, turning the tables on me, he thought, knowing she was listening.

What can I say? I'm all about things being equal, she replied.

Kylo gasped as she began to grind his lap, moving her sensitive spot over his. Now it was her turn to make those soft sounds he so craved to hear. Her lips moved away from his to start giving his ear some attention. He bit his lip to keep himself from crying out again as she ran her long along the inner part of his ear where it was most sensitive. She moved on to his neck after, but brought her hand up to continue stroking his ear with her fingernail, knowing full well that it would drive him especially crazy.

"Rey," he moaned into her shoulder. "I need to be inside you."

"Patience," she whispered into his ear as he had done to her before. "I want to enjoy this."

Her kisses made their way down his chest, spending some time on his nipples before continuing their way back down to where his manhood strained at his hips. She massaged his thighs and kissed them, giving his member another lick along its underside before slowly making her way up to his mouth.

"Rey," he pleaded again, attempting to thrust upwards even though she had him pinned.

"Alright," she conceded, settling herself once again on his crotch. "Let's fuck."

The relief and pleasure that filled him when she slid him inside of her was unmatched by any he had gotten from her so far. He longed to buck into her, but she kept him down so he was at her mercy. Fortunately, now that he was inside she began to move at a pace that made them both happy. Since his hands were bound, she used her own fingers to rub herself and increase the pleasure. Rey rode him hard, bringing herself up until just the tip remained inside before pushing herself back down and taking him in as deep as she could.

Kylo Ren didn't care if the entire planet heard him, he let his moans escape him without the slightest hint of control. Rey did the same, although occasionally she would put her mouth over his and the sound would be muffled for both parties. Their minds were connected the entire time, so they could fully enjoy the experience.

Though she was glorious at riding him, Kylo Ren eventually felt her begin to tire. She tried to continue, but he could feel that it was getting difficult for her to keep the pace up.

Want me to take over? He thought to her.

Yeah, if you don't mind, she replied.

Kylo regain use of his arms and he sat up. She clambered off of him and laid down on the bed while he climbed on top. He took a moment to just gaze at her, her hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her head and her cheeks flushed from the activity.

"What?" she asked with a smile.

He cupped her face as he looked down and stroked her cheek tenderly. "You are so beautiful," he murmured to her.

Rey blushed. "You too," she replied.

Kylo moved her legs into position and once again pushed himself inside of her to continue. He realized that this was just like that imagined scenario Rey showed him before their first time. The memory brought an even bigger smile to his lips, and he shared it with Rey while he resumed his thrusts. She smiled too. Life was funny that way.

They continued in that manner until Rey screamed out her climax, followed a few minutes later with Kylo doing the same. He instinctively pushed himself deep inside of her as his seed spilled forth and then promptly collapsed on top of her when his orgasm had subsided.

Rey's arms went around him as she held him close. She liked being able to finally embrace him after he finished. It felt much more satisfying than him pulling out of her then getting ready to leave soon after. Now that they were in his bedroom, they had more time for privacy.

When Kylo Ren was able to move, he rolled over onto his back then pulled Rey to his chest, holding her while they lay there together. She stroked his chest while he stroked her hair. They didn't speak, but there wasn't much to be said.

"What about your escape?" he asked after a while of them laying together in this manner.

Rey froze. How did he know?

"I was in your head," Kylo reminded her. "I knew what you were up to. The sex was to distract me from asking too many questions."

She hated that he had found out that way. Now he was probably going to give her a long speech about why she should stay, why embracing the power of the Dark Side was the best thing for her.

"I want to," he mumbled as he moved to tracing his fingers along her shoulder. "More than anything, I want you to stay with me. But I'm not going to make you."

Rey frowned. "What do you mean?"

He sighed. "You're strong with the Force, and I would want you to join the Dark Side with me. But I'm leaving the choice up to you."

"But Snoke—"

"You let me deal with the consequences. When you leave, I'm giving you a head start. You get as far away from here as you can."

Rey sat up in bed to face him. "Kylo—"

"Ben," he interrupted. "My name is Ben Solo. I want you to know that before you escape."

"Then your father is—"

"Han Solo, yeah." Kylo Ren sat up in bed and once again put his hand on her cheek. "I love you, Rey. At least, I think that is what this is. But I have a job to do, and I can't afford to have that weakness. That is why I can't keep you here anymore. I love you too much, and it's breaking me apart."

Rey wasn't sure why, but she felt herself tearing up at his words. No one had ever told her they loved her before. The sentiment was nearly overwhelming for her. "You love me?" she repeated, not believing it but hoping it to be true.

He kissed her, and she could feel his answer in that kiss. Rey was unsure what she felt for him—sorrow, affection, lust, fear, anger at what he'd done. Her feelings for him were jumbled.

"I understand," he replied. He looked into her eyes. "I'm not expecting you to be as sure as I am of what you feel. You may never feel for me what I feel for you, and that's fine. Right now though, I need you to go and free me of this agony."

"I don't want to leave you though," she argued. "Even if I don't love you, I still care about you and want you to be safe."

He took her hand. "Rey, you need to trust me on this. You have friends waiting for you, seek them out. I'm no good for you anyway."

She shook her head. "That's not true. Kylo—Ben, I want to help you."

He closed his eyes. "Say it again."

"I want to help you."

"No, when you said my name. My real name."

"Ben."

Kylo Ren smiled, eyes still closed as if he were elsewhere, reliving a distant memory. When he opened them again though, his expression became serious. "He's here."

She watched him get out of bed and begin to put his clothing back on. "Who?" Rey asked.

"If I were you, I'd sneak around the western side of the hangar and wait about thirty minutes before taking one of the ships you'll find there. The guards should be finished with their rounds by then and the area will be empty for about ten minutes."

Rey wanted to argue with him, but she knew in her heart she couldn't. He had made up his mind and was not going to let it be changed, not even by her. Sad as it was, she was going to have to accept it and let him go.

"Wait five minutes before you leave this room," he instructed as he reached the door. "There's a squad that's going to walk by on their patrol soon."

"Ben?" she called from the bed before he left.

He turned to her, and the pain in his eyes made her heart ache. She could see it was killing him to leave her, but in his mind he had to. "Yes, Rey?"

She lowered her gaze to the floor. "Will we ever see each other again?"

The question hung in the air between them, a hope that neither were sure if they should cling to or not. "What does your heart tell you?" he asked after a minute or so of silence.

Rey thought about it. Then answered "Yes. I hope so."

He smiled and nodded at her answer. "Me too." Then he left the room and was gone.

She was now alone in his bedroom with nothing but a bedsheet that was quickly turning cold and an aching heart. But, she thought, I guess when you fall for the enemy, that's what happens.