A/N: This chapter, and future chapters, contain adult content.

Takara dreamt. She dreamt of him, of the memories she'd made with him. She dreamt of the first night they'd met.

Takara was walking quickly through the rain. It was late, past midnight, and she was rushing home in the rain, her coat held over her head. She was 18, and was on her way home from work, waitressing at one of the local restaurants across town. She'd taken the shortcut through the forest. It was so dark she could only see when the lightning struck, but it was striking often, guiding her along the path. She was walking past the cliff when the lightning revealed a silhouette standing near the edge. She worried, it wasn't uncommon for someone contemplating suicide to jump from that spot. It was a secluded area with a nearly 1000 foot drop.

The lightning hit again and she saw him again, he hadn't moved. He was tall, with a slender but masculine frame. His hair was cut short. Another flash of light, and she saw his robes whipping around him in the wind. He was a… What did they call them..? A Padawan! What was a Padawan doing out here, standing on the edge of a cliff in the middle of a thunderstorm?

She was afraid of startling him, so she approached him from the side, where he could see her. She was only a step away from the cliff's edge and was glad heights didn't make her nervous. His head turned to her. When another strike light up the forest, she saw how beautiful he was.

"Are you okay?" she asked him. He was silent for a while.

"I don't know. I don't know who I am," he finally spoke.

"Well, my name is Takara. What's yours?"

"I don't know if I even know that anymore."

"Then tell me what people call you right now.

"Ben. Ben Solo."

"Okay. And you're training at the Jedi Academy?"

"Yes."

"Well Ben, why don't you come with me?" she said as she held her hand out to him. "You won't figure anything out here in this storm."

He was reaching out to take her hand when lightning struck the big, old tree next to them. The tree fell towards her and before she even knew what was happening, his hand stretched towards the tree and it stopped falling, suspended in the air. His other hand grabbed her waist, yanked her against his body and he quickly stepped back until they were both clear of the tree's intended path. She watched as it snapped and cracked when it hit the ground. They stood like that, with his arm around her waist and her hands pressed against his chest, while they caught their breath. She noticed how hard his leanly muscled body was. She could feel how powerful he was.

"Thank you," she said as she looked up at him. "I knew the Jedi were powerful, but I guess you don't really realize what that means until you see it."

"I'm no Jedi," he responded. He dropped his arm from her waist and he stepped back, leaving a small bit of space between them. "The Jedi aren't the only ones who can do that."

"Well whatever you are, thank you." She grabbed his hand in hers. "Come on, I'll walk you to back to the Academy. It's on the way to my house."

He looked down at her hand holding his, then back up at her. "You shouldn't be out this late, in a storm, by yourself. I'll walk you to your door."

"Ok," she smiled at him for a moment. "But how to I know you're not going to come back out here and do something stupid?"

"I wasn't going to throw myself off of the cliff, if that's what you think I was trying to do. I come out here all of the time, to think, which is what I was doing."

"You like to stand on the edge of a cliff in a dangerous thunderstorm and think?"

"Yes."

"You're a little strange, Ben Solo. Good thing I like strange. Come on, then, walk me to my door." She tugged on his hand and he followed her. The 15 minute walk to her door was a silent one. The wind was whipping so hard through the trees that conversation was impossible. When they arrived at her door, she turned back to him.

"Thanks, Ben," she said as she smiled at him again. "You take care of yourself, okay?" She tugged him down and stood on her tippy-toes to kiss his cheek. He looked so lonely, so lost, that she'd done it without even thinking.

"I'd like to see you again. Will you meet me back there again, same place, tomorrow evening?" he'd asked her.

"Okay, I'll be there."

Kylo Ren was already awake when the dream memory faded from her mind. She looked up at him to find him watching her.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"A little past 2. You were dreaming about me, the first night we met," he stated.

"Yes. I'd forgotten how troubled you were then, how torn you were that night. I really thought you were trying to jump."

"Even in my weakest moments, when I felt the light trying so hard to hold me, I would have never killed myself. I never even considered it."

"I know that now. But back then, I thought I was saving you, then you turned around and saved me."

"You did save me, Kara, just not the way you thought you were. When I'm with you, I don't have to fight myself anymore, I know who I am." He reached down to stroke her cheek and lightly touched his lips to hers.

Why was it so easy to fall back into his arms? At that moment, it felt like they'd never been apart. She laid her head back on his chest and thought about how wonderful it would be to stay like that forever.

"Forever?" he said, "No, but we can wake up like this every morning. We'll likely be on Arkanis for a few weeks, and then the Supreme Leader will have another assignment for me. I want you to come with me, wherever I go."

"Where else am I going to go?" she replied as she looked up at him. "If you found me in a crap hole outpost in the Outer Rim, you'll find me anywhere." She ran her hand up his bare chest, to his face, her finger tips danced over the scar. She moved back down to his chest, and then to the scar on his side, circling her fingers over it.

"What are you doing?"

"Re-memorizing you. I used to know every inch of your skin and it's different now." He laid his head back and closed his eyes while she moved her fingers over his bare flesh. She felt his chest tighten when she touched her lips to the scar on his side. Her heart was racing as she moved her lips up his chest, to his neck, and then to his lips. She dug her fingers into his hair and pressed her body to his. She knew she shouldn't, rushing things was stupid and irrational, but she couldn't stop herself. His hand ran down her side to her hip and pushed her down as he rolled on top of her.

Her legs were on either side of his hips and she could feel his desire pressing hard against her. He ground his hips against hers, making her head roll back while she moaned as a jolt of pleasure ran through her body. His hands were under her shirt, pulling it over her heard before she even knew what was happening and when his mouth met her breast she didn't care. His fingers met her hips, sliding her pants down her legs and then they joined the shirt on his floor.

"You're so beautiful," his voice was deep and husky with desire as his wanting eyes ran over her bare body. "There's no one in this galaxy that compares to you." She felt her cheeks flush. She'd grown used to leers and crude comments from cantina patrons, but his words were so intimate. "I want to touch you."

Part 2

She'd barely finished nodding her head and his hands were on her thighs, moving up her to womanhood. He had to touch her, needed to touch her. 5 years without her had felt like an eternity. Her hips bucked towards him when his finger ran over her slit. He slipped his finger inside and couldn't stop himself from groaning. She was hot, tight, and already so wet he could feel his own desire for her throbbing. She started whimpering as he pushed a second finger into her, in and out, as his thumb pressed circles around her most sensitive spot.

"Please," she moaned.

"Please, what?" he knew what she wanted, but he needed to hear her say it.

"Faster!" she demanded. He responded by increasing his speed. She moaned louder and he could feel her starting to tighten around his fingers. He pulled them all the way out and stopped. "Why did you stop?" she panted as she spoke.

He was already untying the drawstring on his pants and dropping them on the floor when he answered her. "I want you to come around my cock, no my fingers." He positioned himself at her entrance.

"Just go slow. It's been 5 years and you aren't exactly averaged sized." He smirked at her. He'd never been gentle or slow with any woman after her and he'd brought tears to the eyes of several when he entered hard and fast, not giving them any time to adjust. He was much larger than most men.

He rubbed his length along her, coating himself in her fluids before he slowly pushed himself inside her. He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers, trying to steady himself and not move. He felt her body tense as she gasped. He thought back to their first time together and she'd responded the same way when he'd entered her.

"Fuck you feel so good Kara. But I won't move until you tell me you're ready," he said quietly. It was difficult to resist the urge to move inside of her. It seemed like hours, but he felt her body relax underneath him and she finally nodded her head. He pressed his lips to hers before he started pumping his hips into hers. It only took a minute before he felt her legs wrap around his waist and she was lifting her hips into his, giving him the angle to push himself deeper inside of her. Her whimpers turned to moans.

"Harder," she begged him. "Please, I'm so close!"

He pushed his hips against hers with more force and reached a hand between them so his thumb could rub circles on her swollen nub. He watched her throw her head back, then leaned in to trail his lips down her slender neck. Her moans turned to screams when he felt her muscles clamp down around him. Her body was shaking and he held himself back, still pumping his hips into hers while she spasmed around him. He relaxed and allowed his own release when hers had finished.

He kissed her one more time, their tongues danced, before he rolled back on to the bed. She put her head on his shoulder again. They were both still breathing heavily.

"I'd forgotten how amazing that is, with you," she said quietly.

"You've never been with anyone else to compare," he replied. "I could be terrible and you'd never know. I, however, know exactly how incredible you are."

"The sever girls talk, a lot, trust me on that. I know what sex is like with most men."

"Kara, we don't just have sex," he said, running his hand up and down the arm she had slung over his chest. "Sex, mindless fucking, that's what I did with every woman who wasn't you. You, I worship every piece of your gorgeous mind, body, and soul." She looked up at him and smiled. It was the smile that made her eyes bright and his breathe catch in his throat.

"You know, that's pretty sappy for the big, bad Kylo Ren," her voice was teasing.

"You bring out the best in me."

"So you'll stop slaughtering villages and run away with me to a far off planet?" He tilted her chin up so he could look into her violet eyes.

"I'll do anything the Supreme Leader requires of me. You know Ben Solo doesn't exist anymore. You only knew him for a little while. I was Kylo Ren long before the night you left, you know that."

"I do know that. But it was worth a try." He watched her climb off of the bed and pick up the cloths from the floor. "Come on, I'm hungry. And I'm hoping you have a stash of pills since we didn't use any protection and my implant wore off years ago." He was slightly disappointed watching her body disappear under the loose clothing she'd borrowed from him.

"Yes, in the bathroom, top shelf in the cabinet," he smirked at her. "There should be plenty to keep us busy for the next 6 days until we arrive in Arkanis."

A/N: AvalonTheLadyKiller, apparently you're reading my mind, I was already starting this chapter with the flashback when you reviewed! There will be more of those to come.

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