Elle's dream was strange, and disconcerting. She laid on her back on a bed, like she had when she had fallen asleep. She heard his voice but couldn't make out his words. He was there with her, his breath on her face. She refused to open her eyes, if she didn't maybe he would go away. His hand fell to her waist as she felt his presence next to the bed.

It was dark, completely pitch black. Elle felt her own breath on her hands as she held the blanket up to her chin, his finger gently caressed the skin beneath her shirt. Kylo held a strong grip to her small hip and she let out a sigh.

"Open your eyes." She heard him say but she refused.

"No." She breathed. Then she felt a hand wrap around her arm, pulling her off the bed. The pull was so harsh she fell off the bed and onto the floor.

Elle jolted awake as she hit the floor. Her eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, just as black as her dream. She laid there on the hard floor, goosebumps formed at the surface of her skin and she felt it consume her insides. Slowly Elle pushed herself up, and felt her way toward the sink to wash her face.

Kylo was pulling her, even in her dreams, to the Darkside. And she didn't feel strong enough to fight it.

Suddenly she heard something, like a click, outside her door. Slowly she stepped forward, one foot in front of the other, and listened.

There was silence for a moment, then the door slid open without warning and she saw him there. Her heart rate rose and the chills solidified in her stomach. Kylo stood in front of Elle, looking breathless and mildly helpless. No longer wearing the cape, nor the mask. A more casual outfit and socks, no shoes. His hair was messy like he had just woken up. The dream had effected both of them.

Elle breathed out heavily and without thinking spoke softly, "Show me."

Before Elle had time to consider the gravity of what she had just said Kylo grabbed her head with both hands and gently kissed her. He leaned forward, a foot nudging her back so he could enter the room. Quickly the door slid shut behind him, and Elle wondered whether he used to force to shut it so quickly. But Elle could not think, the spark in her stomach, the chill melting away to be replaced by a fire. She pushed him back against the door and he made a soft grunt before she kissed him again. This time slow, but hard. Intentional.

Kylo held her hips and rubbed his thumbs across the skin under her shirt, like the dream. He kissed her jaw and her neck, biting softly. She felt him, his chest, the fabric of his shirt. In her dreams Kylo seemed smaller, less overpowering. But in this moment, in this room, the man that was pushing her back into the bed had complete control over her. And she wanted it more than anything. She'd wanted it the whole time.

Kylo kissed her and pulled the string from her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders. He ran his hands through it, grasping it for leverage to kiss her once more.

It was so dark in the room the two could only make out vague outlines of each other. But Kylo relished in her skin. His large hands grasped her skin, slipping under her shirt - he felt the bumps of past scars, the small invisible hairs on her skin that led his hands down her spine.

He dusted his fingers over her cheek, over her eyelashes. It was real, more real than she could have ever imagined.

Elle wrapped her arms around his neck, slyly unfastening the button to his shirt in the back. She felt Kylo release a breath, it seemed like a laugh - however small. He pulled her body to his and they felt each other really for the first time. His warm skin against her face, her cheek resting above his heart.

Kylo pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her, his hair falling around her face - tickling her cheeks. His knee rising up between her legs. Their faces so close, their noses touched. How had she ever expected to fight him? This feeling, it was real. And it wasn't dark. It couldn't be. It was light.

She felt his forehead against hers and he whispered softly, "I've needed you for so long."

"I'm here." She said back to him, a moan escaped her lips. "I'm real." She mumbled into his shoulder. Kylo's arms completely wrapped around her back and held her, his face in the crook of her neck.

"I've thought of you every day. Who you were, why you were in my dreams...and here you are, fallen right into my lap." Elle shivered at his lips which softly kissed her collar bone. "Stay with me."

"I'm here." She repeated softly, smelling the bergamot in his hair. "But you know I cannot stay. I am not in this fight."

Kylo held her tighter and sighed into her neck.

"I know..." He lifted his head and then gently kissed her neck just below her ear, earning another shiver from Elle, "Doesn't mean I can't try."

Elle couldn't help but smirk as he continued to kiss her neck.

Kylo stepped toward the door slowly, agonizingly. Elle knew that once he left, he would be gone. And thing's would go back to the way they were, and she would still need to leave. She couldn't join the Darkside, nor could she stay here as a prisoner to be used, no matter how much she liked it.

"Nothing changes." Kylo still faced the door, he seemed to hesitate, she knew he didn't want to leave. "And I'll find a way out of here."

"I'd like to see you try without fighting."

Elle smirked as he opened the door and left.

A/N: Please let me know what you think! Also, I apologize for the lateness, dealing with a lot of personal issues at the moment. Hope you are all well and one with the force!