Commemoration

A/N

Intense lemons in this chapter; you've been warned.

He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and inhaled, savoring the moment. When he looked at her, his eyes were dark and intense. "Say it again," he growled.

She raised an eyebrow, smirked. "What? Master?"

Hearing her say that did things to him, made a ripple of excitement run along his spine and thrum through his veins like electrified lava. Oh, the things he could teach her –not the way he had been taught, with pain and agony. No, everything she needed to know he would simply let her take, through the bond. She had absorbed so much already – it was no coincidence that her fighting style was remarkably similar to his own. Now, though, with both of them really focused, he knew her Force powers would grow effortlessly. And then there would be sparring, which had always felt like extended foreplay, their bodies keen and humming, breathless and alert, anticipating each other's next move. And the nights – oh, the nights – Rey, in his bed, every night; the thought was almost too exquisite to contemplate.

"I can't wait to show you…oh, so many things. Rey, my love, you will be…invincible. Irresistible. And we, we will be beyond anything the galaxy has ever known." He was drunk with the excitement, the promise of it all, and he was projecting his thoughts, loudly, pulling her along, down a tantalizing path that excited and frightened her. He was punctuating the words and thoughts by placing searing kisses along her shoulder, the curve of her neck, her throat, tasting and biting and sucking.

She placed a hand against his chest and interrupted his (their?) spiraling, exultant thoughts, voice thick with emotions. "Wait. Slow down. I…we're…together. In everything. But you need to know…I don't intend to abandon the light. I don't think I have to. I don't think you have to. I think there can be a…middle way."

"We'll see." She might think that now, but she would eventually see it his way, once she felt it, felt the power that came with embracing the dark.

Her face fell into a familiar stubborn expression. "I decide what's justified, for me."

"Of course." Oh, but what you'll feel is justified, once you truly taste the dark… He looped his fingers in one of her buns and pulled her head back, exposing the soft skin of her throat, kissing, running his tongue from her clavicle up the side of her throat, stopping halfway and nibbling, savoring her soft flesh between his teeth. She hissed, and dropped her head back further.

"I would expect no less, and ask no more," he said. His Rey was strong, sure of herself – all the things he had not been when he began his training with Snoke.

She had her hands in his hair, stroking, pulling, feeling. "Don't expect blind obedience from me."

"No. We're more than that." He craved nothing so ordinary as obedience; what he wanted was so far beyond that – for her to want what he wanted before he even knew he wanted it.

She put a hand on either side of his face, looked intently into his eyes. "Listen. This is important; you need to understand. I've been thinking for myself, making my own decisions, since I was six."

He blinked. It was like a revelation. Six. When he was six, his mother had decided what he would eat, what he would wear, when he would go to sleep and when he would wake up. When he was ten, his uncle - and the tenets of an ancient philosophy he, even then, questioned – guided his every choice. And always, always underneath it all was Snoke, whispering, countering, deriding, manipulating, controlling until sometimes he didn't even know which thoughts were his own and which had come from his master.

But Rey had been uninfluenced; necessity had been her only master. The idea was tantalizing and terrifying.

She still had her hands on his face, her eyes searching his. "I don't think I could change if I wanted to."

"I don't want you to change." He didn't; he had no desire to twist and warp her; never would she know the sting of a cruel master's disapproval. He simply wanted her to be his, joined in power and mind and body. "You are…so wild and free. I love that about you. I envy it." He sighed. "I think the first time I made a decision that was fully my own was…you." His lips traveled down, to where he could feel her nipple under the thin cloth of her top. He took it in his mouth, biting and sucking through the cloth, pleased with the high whimper it drew from her lips.

"Mmmm. How'd that work out?"

He looked up at her, slid both hands up to cup her breasts and squeezed. "Beautifully."

"Maybe you should do it more often," she sighed, fingertips trailing down his neck, unclasping his cloak and unbuttoning his shirt, hands roaming over his chest.

He nodded. "Know this. I will never ask anything of you that you don't want. But please, say it again."

She smiled, leaned in so her lips brushed his cheek. "Master," she whispered, breath hot against his face.

Scorching desire ran through his body, caused a shudder to start at the base of his spine and spread out, settling in his groin. He felt himself getting hard, arousal building quickly, until it was almost painful.

He looked at her, as if she were the rarest of treasures. "Mine," he whispered, tracing a finger along her hairline, her cheek, her lips. My apprentice. My beautiful, powerful, love.

He leaned over her, pushing her shoulders back, pinning her to the bunk, kissing her hard, every thought except how wonderful her mouth felt shoved violently out of his mind.

"Kylo, wait," she said suddenly, turning her head away, to his great disappointment. "BB-8." She inclined her head toward the droid in the cockpit.

He froze. "Oh. Right." He waved a hand, Force-slamming the door that separated the cockpit from the crew quarters. Then he turned back to her and attacked her clothing. He had her gauzy overwraps off and her shirt over her head in a single swift movement, her pants around her ankles in another, and then he was trailing his tongue down between her breasts, over her navel, whispering as he went. "Before, when you blocked me, when you left…when I thought I had lost you, it destroyed me. And now you've given me…everything. Do you know how I love you?"

Heat raced through Rey's veins. She knew. He did not love gently; he loved desperately, greedily, violently. And she adored it; it made her heart pound and wetness drip between her thighs.

"Show me," she whispered.

He growled against her skin, reached down and grabbed her thighs and shoved them apart, and knelt between her legs. He grabbed her ankle, encircling it with his large hand, raised her leg in the air and pressed a kiss against it, sucking and biting. "This is mine," he said. Then he kissed her calf. "And this." He lifted her ankle, straightening her leg, leaned down and kissed the soft underside of her knee. "This is mine," his mouth moved up her leg, kissing, nipping along the soft pale flesh of her inner thigh. He bit down, making her squeal. "Mine," he said, moving a little higher up. He traced kisses up her thigh, leaving a trail of bite-bruises, marking her, until he reached the place her leg joined her hip. He inhaled, leaned in and licked, running his tongue from her entrance to her clit, savoring the taste of her, of what he could do to her. He looked up at her, eyes dark and gleaming. "And this, this especially is mine."

She moaned, and felt a new rush of wetness. He dove back down, his tongue flicking over her clit, then moving lower, delving right inside her. She arched up off the mattress and uttered a strangled gasp. Mine, he projected, then moved his tongue back to her clit and plunged two fingers inside her, pumping his hand in time with the movements of his tongue while she writhed and whimpered. She was just on the edge when he stopped.

"Wh-why?"

He was on his knees, towering over her. "Not yet," he said, unbuckling his pants. "Together." He didn't bother undressing all the way, just grabbed her hips and yanked her toward him and plunged inside, pounding against her, his fingers rubbing against her clit. "This," he said, grunting, "mine. Mine."

When she came, it was violent and all-encompassing, starting like liquid heat inside and spreading outward, the muscles in her legs contracting and then releasing like the ones inside her that gripped his cock, tremors traveling to her toes and fingertips, a wave of energy sending things flying across the ship as he came too, his face contorted in a look that could have passed for rage but that she knew was something so sublime it went beyond pleasure. His moan turned to a shout, uncontrollable and feral, and she felt the power she had over him, what she could do to him, and she slammed her head against the bunk, slid her hands under his shirt and dragged her nails down his back as she felt herself clench again, rocked by a second orgasm that was even stronger than the first.

They were tangled together in the emergency blanket. Her head was on his chest, her leg twined over his, his arms around her. She felt boneless and warm and sleepy.

"Rey?" He said.

"Hmm?" Her voice was soft and drowsy.

"You're…this isn't just because you're upset with my…with them, is it?" Doubt crept into his voice, crowding out the earlier confidence.

She raised her head, propped her chin on his chest so she could look him in the eyes. "No. I had already decided. That's…that's why I went to talk to them in the first place. I was going to tell them I was…leaving." She hid the fact that she had intended to tell them everything.

"Truly?" She felt his elation again.

She nodded against his chest. "Mmm-hmmm. So," she smiled, "How do we do this?"

"I'm…not actually sure. I never thought you would say yes."

She laughed softly. "Well, I did, so now we need a plan."

A/N

I finally updated! Sorry for the delay!

Hope you enjoyed this reunion/celebration/negotiation; I didn't get to the plan this chapter because, well, they just wanted to get busy.

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