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This chapter is going to be weird, but I need to get it out of the way so that I can move on with major plot line. This needs to happen here, so I hope you guys enjoy some little lemons.

Chapter 6

Ben couldn't remember exactly how he'd ended up at this point. His mind was in disarray, between his conflicting feelings about the Force and his conflicting feelings about the girl. He hated this – constant anger and anxiety but also found honor in the power that had been granted to him through the Force. He did not deserve such a beautiful burden – he had done nothing to deserve it. Though, he imagined that it had always been with him. The times where he couldn't find something to scavenge, something always guided him to another wrecked ship. He had always been kind natured at heart, sometimes giving up parts to feed the elderly that dwelled on Jakku rather than himself. Regardless, he did not know how he was ever going to effectively master this new power.

If only his parents had been other people, he would not be where he was right now.

His back sagged against the wall of the first floor of the library, and he had not moved from that position for quite a few hours now. Kyla Ren had not followed him down here, and it made for a nice solitude. She was probably questioning herself just as he was.

The darkness that was the woman was blinding, paralyzing, but also mesmerizing. Ben could not go on like this – wondering if she was going to just snap one day and strangle him to death. Especially now, he knew that she was not pleased with herself.

But after all, they were both only human, and human contact was sometimes the only reprieve from whatever war a person might have raging behind their eyes. He knew that Kyla Ren had plenty.

Her mixed emotions threw him off, but they always had. She wanted to live up to her grandfather's legacy – but Ben had read about Darth Vader and Anakin Skywalker. He could not comprehend how she'd decided to become the very evil that he escaped before his death, all while thinking it was the right thing to do.

Kyla Ren saw Darth Vader as a failure, seduced by the enemy and falling into its temptation.

The only conclusion Ben could come to was that Ren wished to bring balance to the Force by eradicating the Jedi. That had, after all been Anakin Skywalker's destiny, hadn't it? The Chosen One?

Ben could feel a migraine coming on, and this time it had nothing to do with the atmosphere.

He needed to get out of here. He couldn't take the ship, for she had set a code-lock onto the controls. He could run away, but odds are Kyla Ren would only come after him with Supreme Leader on call for punishment. She would succeed, Ben wasn't very fast and the gravity here made it hard for him to even climb the stairs without an overwhelming amount of exertion.

No, he had to find a way to talk to the Resistance. He knew no one there, except Chewbacca. If he could find a way to send a holo to the Falcon, he might be able to get out of here.

If Faye was alive, maybe she could convince them to come as save him. She had before, after all.

Ben needed to get to Luke Skywalker. If there was a way to kill Snoke, Master Luke would know. He no longer wanted to sit idly by while Kyla Ren had delusions of control over him. Before, it was in stake of his life.

But now that his lips had touched hers, he was not sure he would mind dying if it meant he would never have to kiss her again. It had sent too much shame through him, and he should be ashamed.

He'd enjoyed it far too much.

Ben stood up then, an idea coming into his mind faster than he had time to comprehend. He was across the room in a flash, standing in front of the bookshelf that he had found held Jedi knowledge.

Force communication; if he could find a way to contact Luke Skywalker through the Force, he could ask him to call the Resistance.

Ben knew, in the back of his mind that this was a very hard thing to attempt. Probably near impossible with how little he knew about manipulating the Force. However, he had to try.

Scrambling over spines, he finally found the right book. The book was written in some other language, but his mind translated it instantly. Telepathy Between a Master and his Padawan.

It would have to do.

Three more days passed with a blink, and Ben had not ventured back up the stairs. He had spent his time reading through the old, frayed pages of the book. He fell asleep here and woke up here, only leaving to relieve his bladder and sneak into the mess room for rations once a day. He did not see Kyla Ren, though he felt her signature lingering in the floors above him. He had sensed anger and resentment, and she had been purposely keeping to her rooms. They had not trained, and Ben had been practicing the few techniques she had taught him in between his reading sessions.

The first technique he wanted to keep intact was the Force push. It had served him well once already. The second was hovering himself in air, letting go of his unusual weight and floating up the ceiling repeatedly. The third was meditation – though this was a bit trickier for him. He could fall into meditation quickly, though keeping concentrated was his problem. His mind had taken the form of the stars from his dreams on the Star Destroyer. The points of light were as bright as ever, give or take a few, and with hours of meditation he'd even been able to find Ren's star. It had been the dimmest of all of them, though what little life it gave off was red. The corners of the star blistered and cracked, much as her lightsaber did.

The reading was much different than being taught face to face. It was tedious, and thus far, he'd established that a telepathic connection through the Force requires some knowledge of that person. He needed to have a feeling or a memory to reach out with. With whatever thought was available, he could reach out and leave a temporary imprint in another person's mind. This was often used in battles, when Jedi would need shared information to defeat an adversary.

He'd meditated on this as well. He did not know what Luke Skywalker looked like, or what being in his presence felt like. So, he concentrated on the stories he'd heard about him. Once so far, he thought he'd been able to grasp at one of the stars in his mind. However, it had faded out of his reach quickly.

Ben spent hours like this – practicing, meditating, reading. Over and over until his eyes hurt from skimming across words and his pride hurt from accomplishing nothing.

It was about midday on the third day when he'd heard footsteps coming from the doorway. Someone was coming down the stairs, and as there was only one other person in the building Ben scrambled to hide the book from view. He sat quickly in the middle of the room, closing his eyes and drifting back into meditation.

A long moment of silent passed – the footsteps had stopped. Ben could feel her watching him, taking him in. "You don't need to stay down here," Kyla Ren said, and his heart burned at the sound of her voice. "I apologize for my…lack of self-control. We will put it behind us so that we may continue your training."

"No, thank you." Ben said without opening his eyes. He did not know if he had the strength in him to look at her face. "I'm doing just fine here."

He immediately felt the shift in her mood. She had been careful before, masking her feelings but now they came at him in a wave. It nearly knocked him backwards, and he struggled to keep his composure. He heard her breath quicken, and she tried to contain her malice as she said, "It's not really up for debate." He could hear her teeth grinding, "You've plotted treason, and I am letting you live. You are lucky I do not take you to Supreme Leader right now. You will return to your regular sleeping rooms, and meet me tomorrow morning in the training room. Are we understood?"

"No," Ben's own teeth grinded together in response. He still did not open his eyes, "I do not need you to train me. Take me to Snoke if you will, but I refuse to bow my head and accept this any longer. I was not meant to follow you, Kyla Ren."

"Look at me, scavenger." He jumped at how close her voice had gotten, and his eyes slipped open just the tiniest bit. She was only a few feet in front of him, crouched down. If it weren't for the look of anguish on her face, Ben would snapped his eyes closed once more and continued to ignore her. She looked tired, to start. There were heavy bags under her hazel orbs and her hair was uncombed. It did not satiate her beauty, which made a bundle of shame knot in the depths of Ben's stomach. "Up until this point, I have trained you in the Force. I have already taught you things that you could use to harm me, which you already have once. I have taught you things you could use to sneak into my mind, and to bend my will. If you really believe, for one second that I am intimidated by you, you are sadly mistaken. I do not care who you think you are, or what you think your destiny is. You will do as I say, or you will once more be a prisoner."

Ben stared into Ren's eyes, his breath catching in his throat as he repeated her words in his head. Though he did not feel much fear for her anymore, a spike of anxiety still rocketed through his veins. With as much courage as he could muster, he replied, "You do not even believe that yourself." He stated, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I have felt your lips on my mine, grasped the tone of your inner voice and you have done nothing to stop me from doing so. You are weak, in emotion rather than strength. I will not bend to you, just as you will not do to me. Your threats are empty. Kill me, imprison me. What difference does it make?" He was breathing heavily now, and her eyes glared daggers at him. "I will find a way to leave you, and the creature you call your master. When I return, I will kill him."

Kyla Ren's eyes watered as he spoke to her, and for a moment she looked as she had when he'd invaded her mind on Starkiller. Surprise at what he could do, and then anger, and then sadness. "And how do you intend to do that, scavenger?" Malice tainted her voice, though it was weak. He could sense her giving up. "You have no transport, no means of communication and not enough power in the Force to teleport yourself anywhere. All you have left to do is accept me – accept the dark side, and you will be free. In time, not only of me and Supreme Leader but also of yourself." Ben's head was shaking as her words, and as he was about to retort her voice cut off his words, "The Dark Side tempts everyone, Ben. It is calling to you, and within it you could have so much. You could kill me, without effort, and save your friends. You could end this war. Just let me in, and I will help you." The sound of his name on her lips made him shudder. "Ben Kenobi, the only survivor of my attack on Yavin4. There is a reason for that, did you know? I could tell you everything, show you what your parents looked like. I could show you your childhood. If you'll let me." Ben shook with the weight of her words. He knew this point would come. Back on the Star Destroyer, when he'd promised himself he wouldn't use anger as a key to the Force. He knew she would try to make him. To his dismay, he almost felt like agreeing. He could sense the influence behind her words, masked by a beautiful face that was pulling him closer towards her.

She was using her body language to convey a message to him, and it snapped him back to reality. She was still crouched in front of him, but her chest was pushed towards him, her arms looking as if they were going to wrap around him and pull him to her.

She was trying to use Ben's weakness of her looks to aid her in convincing him to yield. She was doing an awfully good job. Slowly, she reached out. Her porcelain skin connected with his own burning skin for the first time ever, and he closed his eyes. Her smell overwhelmed him, and for a moment he could feel himself readying to say yes.

He would give her anything, including himself if it meant he could just have her. He could know his life, and no longer wonder who he was. Ben could have 14 years of abandonment fulfilled with just one word. It wasn't until he could feel her breath on his lips as he had before that his composure snapped. He stood quickly, darting back ten feet as to avoid her proximity.

His heart raced in his chest. The need to be close to her was not like the last time, where it filled him with confusion and shame. It was unyielding, a deep feeling that pooled in the bottom of his stomach. He imagined her splayed out beneath him while he-

Ben shut off his thoughts, closing his eyes for a moment to try and contain himself. He was trembling. When he opened his eyes again, the look that Kyla Ren was giving him almost made him run back to her. Her hazel orbs were burning in their sockets, she was just as filled with need as he was. The thought made his stomach tighten even more.

With one last deep breath, Ben pushed out all thoughts of her. He centered himself within his mind, thinking of Luke Skywalker and his plan to reach out to him rather than the porcelain girl in front of him.

"I do not care what you can give me. The answer I want is not behind me, it is ahead." He understood Maz Kenata's words at that moment, and it gave him a swell of pride, "I do not feel the dark. My anger issues are something that can be tamed, and I do not need them. I am strong without them, just as I will be strong without you."

Within seconds, she was running at him. He had hardly had time to register that she had moved at all, before he felt his back hit the floor. She straddled him, her hands moving to the collar of his shirt before he could protest. His speech had done nothing to distract her, and he felt as if she had hardly heard him at all. With a gasp, Ren's lips connected with his own for the second time and his heart burst again. Ben could feel the desperation behind her kiss, and for a fleeting moment he wondered if she was even the same person he'd been living with for the past month.

No, she was not. This was not Kyla Ren – Kyla Ren was terrifying and full of hate, while the girl that Ben welded to him was soft and desperate for human interaction. Through her lips, he felt the light within her spark. This was Rey Solo, coming to the surface to beg for him to help her.

Ben would do all he could to do so, though he knew within just a few hours Kyla Ren would return to her former self and punish both him and her for whatever they were about to do. Though he could now feel her light, he could also feel her dark. It was banging at the walls of whatever cage she'd managed to lock it in. Rey Solo wanted him – and Ben felt immediately that these were all the feelings that she suppressed in her lifetime coming to the surface. She kissed him with longing, and a never-ending expanse of anguish.

He flipped her onto her back, and trailed his lips down her throat. Her breath came out in pants in his ear, and he shuddered. His pants tightened at the sound.

Suddenly, Ben was embarrassed. He continued to kiss her neck, though with less enthusiasm as nervousness peaked at his awareness. He had never done any of this, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. He was positioned awkwardly over her short body, his limbs not wanting to do as he asked. Pulling back, he stared down into her face.

"Don't." Was all she said, and her voice was much different than he'd ever heard it. "Don't say anything. If you ruin this, I swear I actually will kill you."

Ben's eyebrows came together, a question forming on his mouth.

"Forget everything, for just a while." She whispered, leaning up to capture his lips once more, "I need this, Ben."

With that, he sealed his mouth onto hers again, deciding in a flash of confidence to move his hands underneath the fabric of her shirt. The feeling of her skin beneath his fingers ignited a spark in him he did not know was there, and his breath quickened. "I've never…." He paused, speaking between kisses, "I don't know what I'm doing."

Rey laughed then, "Me either."

That only made Ben feel slightly better as his palm traveled up her shirt. He pulled back to look at her questioningly and slowly, she nodded. With a swell of embarrassment but also with enormous lust, he cupped her breast in his hand. The sound that escaped her throat was absolutely incredible, and Ben let go of worrying. He fondled her chest confidently, flicking his thumb across her hardening nub as his lips traveled down to her throat once more. He nipped at the skin of her pulse point, listening to the sounds that escaped her as he flicked his thumb once more. It was only a few more seconds after that Rey moved. Her hands caught the edge of her shirt, and she pulled it up, throwing it over her head.

Ben froze, looking at her with an expression of glory. He met her eyes, and he saw her smirk. The skin of her chest was tanned, just like the rest of her. Freckles dotted her collar bone and stomach, and her nipples were the color of pink roses. It was the first time he'd ever seen another woman, and he felt as if there could never be another more beautiful than this.

Coming back to himself, he bent down, his lips and tongue connected with the skin of her collar bone. He nibbled there for a moment, feeling her squirm beneath him and clench at his hair. Slowly, his lips trailed down, until his tongue met the point of her nipple and she groaned loudly. Her hips bucked up towards his and a noise similar to hers escaped his mouth as her heat rubbed against the tightness in his pants. "Please…" She pleaded loudly, her fingers ripping at his scalp as he sucked. With another swift movement, he had thrown his shirt off as well, kicking off his boots and moving to remove hers. Her fingers danced across his bare chest, and the feeling of her touching his skin gave him vertigo. It wasn't until he moved to grab the hem of her black bottoms that he stopped. His eyes met her hazel ones, and he could see a nervousness in them that masked his own. She nodded slowly once more, not taking her eyes off of his as he pulled them down past her hips. They jutted out beneath her skin beautifully, and he was once more taken aback. He leaned down to press soft kisses to both of her hip bones before continuing to pull her bottoms down her legs. He didn't dare look once she was fully exposed to him, not wanting to embarrass her. He did however make a mental note that she didn't wear undergarments, however he doubted that was something new. He threw her bottoms across the room with her other clothes, and kissed her again. "Ben….." She whispered his name, her own hands tugging at the hem of his trousers.

He felt her fingers chase the button, and after a curse later she had them undone. She shoved them down his legs, leaving him in his dark colored underwear that reached mid-thigh length. Her hand moved to cup his heat through them, and his head dropped forward. His forehead hit her shoulder, and he groaned. The sound was deeper than his usual voice sounded, and only got more desperate as she continued to palm him through the thin fabric of his undershorts. "Rey, holy stars….." He panted, and she rubbed him one more time before pulling her hand back.

"Take your shorts off." She panted, her hands now focusing on discovering the planes of her chest once more. He quickly did as she asked, thinking that if he waited any longer he was going to explode. His lower abdomen ached for release.

"I really, really have no idea what I'm doing, Rey." He said, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he settled himself back over her.

"Neither do I..Just…" She paused, not wanting to say anything awfully weird, "Here." She finished quietly before reaching down. Her porcelain fingers wrapped around his length and he groaned again. Her skin felt incredible and he almost couldn't contain the sounds that escaped him as she stroked him once, twice. Slowly, she lifted her legs around his hips, pressing the head of his erection against her.

"Wait, shouldn't I…prepare you or something first?" He asked into her ear, shuddering as he tried to keep from shoving into her with all of his strength. "I've heard before that it can hurt for you.."

"Don't worry about it." She said in reply, "Pain hardly phases me anymore, and if I'm being honest Ben, I'm almost 30 years old and I haven't once ever done this." She kissed him then, her lips syncing with his in a beautiful rhythm. "Just….go slow, at first."

He nodded, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed spit. "Okay…okay." He said quietly, panting again as he slowly pushed his hips forward. He felt himself moan loudly again, the feeling of her tightness around him completely consuming him. His head swam and he fought once more to not roughly shove into her. After a few moments, he was fully inside of her, and he stopped moving. He held himself up on his elbows, positioned on either side of her head as he shook with need. Rey's face was scrunched up, for only a small second before relaxing. She breathed deeply, before looking up at him. Her hazel eyes met his and she nodded.

"Move." She demanded, her voice strained with pleasure and pain.

Ben slowly moved himself out of her, before thrusting in once more. He was slow, trying to make it less painful for her though his body was on fire. He groaned loudly with each thrust, her walls slick against his length. After a moment, the pain left her face and she began moaning with him. Gradually, he picked up speed, until there was no nervousness left. There was only the two of them, and the Force surrounding them, wrapping them together in an endless void of pleasure and regret.

What was he doing?