***Warning: From this chapter forward, this will carry a MATURE RATING. This chapter has mature content that will not be suitable for younger readers. You have been warned and I will, in turn, change my rating to M. Enjoy ;)

She could feel his shame. It coursed through her as if it was her own feelings. He followed her, like before, but kept his distance. He stayed behind when she went upstairs and locked herself in her room. She didn't bother taking her clothes off and changing into night clothes. The silks clung to her skin with both dried and fresh sweat. She collapsed to the bed, on her stomach. Her arms clutched the pillow tight to her face to stifle her weeping.

She could hear him downstairs. Something crashed against what she thought could be a wall. Fists pounded against any hard object they could find, so loud Rey wondered if he might have broken bones in his hand. The noise ceased as quickly as it started, but Rey did not yet sleep. He was crying. She could feel it through the bond. His thoughts were muffled, but she could feel his sadness. His anger at himself and his hate. Suffering.

She didn't let herself have any satisfaction in this, but instead, let her eyes grow heavy and she was soon oblivious to all existence.


Kylo kept his distance, his head hung low. He may have gotten what he wanted, but he would have been better off defeated. He watched as the one he loved looked at him as if he were a stranger. No, not a stranger. A monster. That seemed to be the word thrown around when he was the subject of conversation.

It all started with him. It was funny how everything seemed to start that way. Their fight during training was because of his reluctance and subsequent attitude over training her. It had only gotten worse and he felt like he was powerless to control it.

He threw open the doors to the alcohol cabinet, the doors crashing against the wall. He snatched the first empty bottle he could find. It had a heavy it's small size. The glass was so thick, it magnified everything when one would look through it. He pursed his lips and hurled the bottle into the wall opposite the cabinet. The bottle immediately shattered, sending thick chunks of glass spraying in all directions. It was amazing to hin that something so small with a seemingly thick interior could break so easily.

He grabbed another empty bottle, and another, and sent them flying into the wall. Glass exploded across the room in radial bursts. He did this until he was left with one, half full bottle of deep burgundy-purple wine. It wasn't his preference, but would have to do. It wouldn't send him into a oblivious drunken state, but it would at least numb his senses for a short amount of time.

He threw his fist into the nearest counter top, slamming so hard the pain from the impact blazed up the side of his arm and into his shoulder. The excruciating pain in his heart temporarily subsided as the sensation spread, then disappeared. He swung again and again and again. Maybe the pain from a broken bone would numb everything, at least for a little bit. But his thoughts would always drift back to her. No matter how hard he pounded his fists or shut his eyes, she was right there.

He slammed his knees to the floor and sat there on his heels, breathing heavily. The tears began to patter on his dark robes. What had he done? He knew that what little they had was now lost. She would never trust him now, not that she ever fully did. Kylo could feel that stare as if she were in the room with him that very second. Those eyes, never fully meeting his own because of the pain it would bring her. Any eye contact made would only be empty, the stare of someone who desperately wanted nothing more than to escape him and had vowed in her mind she would never love him again.

Unless...could he make it right again? He knew it would take some time and what he had done to her would always be at the back if her mind. He may never fully have her trust, but maybe something could be done so she didn't feel so distant.

What he was going to do, he didn't know. He could feel her upstairs, her eyes growing heavy and he wondered if the Darkness was draining her again. She finally fell deep into sleep, but that Darkness he had felt in her wasn't there, so her exhaustion was his doing.

Kylo pushed himself off the floor. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew he needed to get started.


Rey didn't know how long she slept. She had awoken momentarily, alone in a dark room. She tried sensing Kylo, but her eyes grew heavy once more and she fell asleep once more.

She had awoken again, about midday. The blankets had been pulled around her neatly. She turned to her side and saw a food tray with various breads and some sort of dark, bitter liquid had been placed on a bedside table. Knowing who did, she immediately rolled over and fell back asleep.


Kylo had checked in on her frequently. She didn't wake. He sat on the edge of her bed, caressing her forhead and cheeks with the back of his hand, but she never stirred. He looked at her with sadness and tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

He wanted so desperately to speak to her, but knew better of waking her, or he was just afraid to do so. He left her after a few moments, his own exhaustion taking over.

The next morning, he brought her up a breakfast tray. He quietly snuck into the room, hoping to speak to her and felt confident enough that he could explain everything to her enough that she would begin to trust him, but that confidence fell into disappointment as she still slept. He sat the tray down on the nightstand and sat at the side of her bed.

He studied everything about her, her appearance, her energy. Nothing seemed to be wrong with her, just sleeping. No dark energy. He pressed his hand to her warm cheek, feeling the vibrations run between them. The bond was still there, but he knew he was losing her.

A single tear fell from his cheek as he remembered all those times as children they shared together. Then those choices he made and his transformation into a monster.

He bent over her, his cheeks wet with tears, and pressed his thick, pillow lips to her forehead. He held them there a long time, his heart fluttering as he felt the Force pass through each other's skin.

He pushed back, then lowered his forehead to hers and shut his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to take it all back, redo everything, go back in time and stop himself from falling down into Darkness. He wanted to sit out in that field with Rey back when they were Luke's students and fall asleep in each other's arms. He wanted her back, but he didn't know how to get it.

Reluctantly, he pushed back and stood. He looked upon her for a few moments, admiring the serenity in her face. He reached down to tuck the blankets around her, then turned on his heels.

He gave her one lingering glance back, then left.

He later returned to find the tray had gone untouched and Rey still hadn't woken up.


It was once again nighttime when Rey awoke, bleary-eyed and groggy.

How long she had been asleep, she didn't know, but her body felt heavy and her joints popped with each movement. She groaned as she tried to sit up in bed.

Her head buzzed. She knew she had slept for at least a day, but felt as if she had been awake for an entire week straight. Why she had slept that long, she didn't know. Physical exhaustion, maybe. Mental exhaustion, definitely.

Those last few hours she had spent awake, with Kylo, we're trying. In one moment, she had gone from being a lover to a prisoner.

She had promised to stay so Kylo wouldn't kill Finn, Poe, and Luke. She had given into his demands, like she said she wouldn't do. But, it was to save another's life. Three lives, to be exact. Kylo's selfishness had triumphed over her selflessness. His manipulation conquered her emotions and kept her there.

She curled herself into a ball, wrapping her arms right around her knees. The salty twang of her clothes hit her nose, still saturated with now-dried sweat from the previous fiasco. Her body felt sticky, dirty, and she was suddenly craving a bath to rid herself of the filth on her body. If only she could rid her mind of it, too.

It was then she felt a tugging, as if a small, delicate string had been tied around her torso and gently yanked, beckoning her towards something unseen. It yanked again and again. Reluctantly, she swung her legs over and rolled out of bed.

Once she was out of the tangle of bedsheets, she paused. The tugging had ceased and she waited for it to start again before she moved. At first, it didn't come and Rey thought that it had all been in her head. Then, as if it had read her anticipated, it began pulling her to the door.

The sensation would change directions as she walked, leading her out the door and down the hall, and down another passageway she had not yet ventured. Where are you taking me? She wondered. Her heart quickened as she was led to a door, behind which was a flight of spiraling stairs that only went one way: Up.

They were steep and, if she were a normal person, they would've been difficult to climb in the dark, but she maneuvered rhe flight with ease, using her Force powers to sense each step. Soon enough, she reached the top and another door opened, this time to reveal the cool, night air on the roof of the lakehouse and the tugging again stopped. The sky was clear overhead, but in the distance, dark storm clouds were brewing, threatening to ruin a perfect night. The sky was a vibrant shade of indigo and the stars sparkled like she had never seen them before. She stared up at the sky as if it would disappear in one blink, until at shadow moved in front of her.

She wasn't surprised to see him up there. She knew he had summoned her when she first felt the tugging, but she furrowed her eyebrows and immediately turned back to leave.

"Wait," Kylo said gently, she paused. "please, stay."

Rey didn't want to look back at him, nor speak or have anything else to do with him. But, she didn't leave.

She could feel him move closer, cautiously, as if she could detonate at any moment, "I don't expect you to forgive me," Kylo said, "but I want to at least try to earn your trust back, even if it's just a small amount."

Rey tensed. She wanted to leave, but didn't. How could she forgive him? After what he did! She still didn't speak to him, but nodded her head slightly to indicate she was listening.

She heard Kylo shift nervously on his feet behind her. "I wish I could control it all the time. It's like...It's like everything goes black and I'm in a nightmare when I become Kylo Ren. Nothing makes sense."

Rey turned her head to speak for the first time, "do you really expect me to believe that you have no control over your actions?" Her words had bite to them and a harshness that made Kylo tense.

"I don't expect you to believe anything," he said gently, "I don't even expect you to believe how incredibly sorry I am. Or forgive me. I just...I want us to coexist, if we can't be anything more. But it'll take-"

Kylo cut his sentence short. Rey, with a grunt and a shake of her head, strode toward the door once more. She didn't want to hear any of it.

She was almost to the door when he spoke again, "do you remember our conversation in the interrogation room on Starkiller? When I probed your mind and you, somehow, blocked it?"

Rey paused and turned around, her face scrunched in an angry and confused grimace. What in the world did that have to do with anything? Other than more proof he was a monster!

"Do you remember what I said to you as I picked through your mind?" Kylo said quietly, his eyes beginning to water. Rey shuffled impatiently. What is the point? She asked herself. He had better get to the point and quick, and it better be worth spending another moment with him.

Kylo continued, staring blankly into the distance as if lost in thought, "You're so lonely, so afraid to leave," he recited what he had spoken so long ago, but without the taunting tone he had used, "at night desperate to sleep." Rey narrowed his eyes at him. He raised his gaze to her, "I'm so lonely. And I was afraid to leave and desperate to sleep. I may have imagined an ocean, and an island as well. When I said that to you, Rey, I was also talking about myself. My reality. But, when I'm with you, it's different. Like I can breathe again." Rey turned her body slowly, her face dropping and her eyes watering, "it becomes easier to control, my Dark Side, but there are still times it controls me. And I do things that cause us both misery. I don't know how to keep you. I...hurt you. I don't know how to stop. But, I'm hoping you can help me. And I can help you. Whatever that means."

Rey stepped closer to him, closing the distance in several small, slow steps. She didn't meet his gaze as she strode to him, instead taking in the lovely landscape shrouded in an indigo glow, the storm drawing nearer and nearer. She could smell the wetness in the air, the crisp tang of the impending storm. The cool wind blew through her hair, and she savored the sweet breeze. She would've never felt this on Jakku. It made her heart flutter with delight and she couldn't help but crack a small smile.

Rey pause a couple steps from Kylo, staring up at his towering height, clothed in his grandfather's old lightweight tunic and trousers. She wondered if they were the same set he had worn...how long had she been asleep? She took a deep breath, but found that words were difficult to come by. She wanted to hate him for what he had done, wanted to go lie in that room and never come be out, but she also wanted this all to end. The fighting, the hate. She saw why these feelings led to the Darkness.

"Why are you up here?" Rey asked. It was the only thing she could think to ask or say to him. There was so much to say. She knew, deep down, that he was the reason she felt alive with her powers, why she could sleep and loneliness wasn't something she was as familiar with anymore, but being near him awoke something else inside her that she wasn't sure she would want to be awoken. A Darkness she knew one day, like him, she would have trouble controlling, if not already.

Kylo gave a half smile and looked up at the sky, "well, it should start any minute. I am hoping the storm holds off, but we should get to see something before it rolls in."

"See what?" Rey said. What in the world was he talking about?

Kylo reached a gloved hand out to her, smiling sweetly. "Come here," he beckoned. Rey arched an eyebrow at him and, apprehensively, took his hand. The flow of energy prickle her skin, making the tiny hairs on her arms stand. He pulled her gently to him, careful not to get too close, and positioned her in front of him. He bent to whisper into her ear, "every night on Naboo, the stars dance."

Rey turned to look up at him, arching an eyebrow, "what?"

Kylo cracked a smile, "the ancients called it Nyota Kucheza. They used to tell stories of the ancient gods. They believed the gods celebrated in the heavens each night every birth, death, marriage, everything significant in a human's journey through life. Their legends read that the gods' music and joyous celebrating was so melodious that the stars wanted to join in, so they started dancing."

Rey knit her eyebrows together, "on Jakku, we called those meteor showers," she said, flatly.

"I would assume the ancients on Jakku were few and far between, if there were any at all. But yes, Naboo has nightly meteor showers. There was just someone around a millenia ago to make it meaningful. There was just something about believing the gods celebrated the lives of mortals. I think you will find Naboo has something more to offer than a few random streaks of light in the sky."

Kylo placed his hands on Rey's shoulders. Rey looked up to the sky just as a single, tiny golden streak flashed, then disappeared. Then, soon after, another joined.

Then another. And another. Then several more.

Rey took in a sharp breath. Even with the storm encroaching on their view, she could see what Kylo was taking about. The night sky became ablaze with hundreds of flashing streaks, traveling this way and that. For a moment, the light from the dazzling show shone on her face. She smiled, ear to ear, and even laughed in amazement at the display.

She was so mesmerized that she only noticed Kylo wasn't staring at the stars, but at her. She glanced over at him, but her eyes darted back to the sky, "it's beautiful."

"You're beautiful," he whispered into her ear.

She turned her head to him. He was so close to her. She should hate him. Loathe his existence, but she couldn't help but also feel something for him. Her heart fluttered. His eyes were locked on her. Kylo gently caressed her jawline. Rey closed her eyes, savoring the flow of energy between them, so intense it made every cell in her body vibrate with joy.

Then Kylo closed his eyes, leaned in, and placed his lips on hers.

He was gentle, but she felt as if her body would take off from where she stood and zoom all the way into Naboo's orbit. Kylo deepened and intensified the kiss, and she followed suit.

She didn't know how long she had been kissing him, but she knew it had been long enough for the storm to finally make it to the lakehouse.

At first, Rey barely noticed the fat drops of rain hit her head. She was wrapped in Kylo's embrace, his hands caressing her back. Though he had earlier been the monster, she felt safe.

Then the sky opened up. Before they knew the storm was upon them, Kylo and Rey were soaked. Whatever filth had been sticking to Rey's clothes was quickly washed away.

Kylo deepened his kiss, his wet hair sticking to his face. He began to explore her body, scooping her into his arms and lifting her so he could stand up to his full height. Rey wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands glided over his neck and back, her fingers trailing along then bulging muscles beneath his drenched tunic. The thunder roared in their ears, but they only tightened their embrace, deepened their kiss.

Both Rey and Kylo felt something they had never felt before. A desire. A burning heat deep within.

Kylo pulled back to look into Rey's eyes, their skin slick with rain and loose locks of hair sticking to their faces. Kylo blinked through the beads of rain on his eyelashes, "I love you," he said.

Rey, at first, didn't say a word. She leaned in, eagerly wanting another taste of his sweet lips. She gave him a deep kiss, then pulled back slightly, their lips still pressed to each other as she whispered, "I know."

Kylo gave a small chuckle before pressing further into the kiss, tightening his grip. He began to move, half aware of his surroundings, but never letting go of Rey. He held her tight as he opened the door to the roof and stepped inside the house.

Rey had to walk down the stairs herself, but her lips never left Kylo's for more than a minute until they were at the bottom of the stairs, then she was back in his arms.

She didn't know where he was taking her, but had a few guesses. The room was dark when they entered and stayed dark as Kylo stumbled inside and shut the door behind him. He stumbled to the side, colliding with the wall, then moving forward until Rey herself was pressed between Kylo and another wall.

A warm vibration spread from her core to the tips of her fingers. What was this strange feeling? Rey thought as her lips caressed his, pulling him in and out of her mouth. Their kisses became deeper and deeper. Their shared breaths quicker, hotter. Kylo stepped from the wall, and in one motion, collapsed onto the bed, Rey pinned beneath his weight, their eager bodies never ceasing their need to touch every inch of the other.

It was Kylo who broke the kiss, lifting up to peel his wet tunic from his body. Rey studied the muscles, crafted from years of dedication with sweat, blood, and tears. He watched her as she traced the lines and crevices of his muscles, pressing against the rock hard fibers that leaved over her, hovering every so close until he could no longer resist the urge to press his lips to hers again.

Rey found her body moved rhythmically against his as he pressed his full weight into her. It was something so foreign to her, yet felt natural. Kylo moved with her, his hips grinding against her and she felt the fires deep within her womanhood erupt, her legs becoming yielding liquid, spreading wide until her thighs locked around his hips.

Kylo, without breaking their kisses and caresses, guided Rey's arms above her head, pinning them there with his left hand. His right hand drifted beneath her tunic and up. And up. And up.

His touch was like lava, caressing the side of her ribcage, moving closer and closer to Rey's breast until he cupped it in his large hand, squeezing, pushing, and massaging. Rey moaned against his lips. She broke the kiss for a moment to catch her breath. She could feel him smiling against her jaw, his breathing also labored as he massaged sensitive nipple more and more vigorously.

Rey suddenly sat up and, in one swift move, lifted her shirt over her head. Kylo paused and drew back, his fingers trailing down her torso. He studied her, still breathing heavily. The thundered rumbled, shaking the house and lightning illuminated his features. Rey couldn't tell what he was thinking, but could tell this was a new venture for him as well.

Still sitting up, he pulled her to his chest and resumed discovering her with his mouth and hands, trailing kisses down her exposed flesh, each one sending chills of energy throughout her body. Soft moans escaped Rey's lips. She never wanted it to end. All she wanted was to feel Kylo against her skin all the time.

Kylo's hands slithered down her torso, sending a new wave of pulsing energy through her body, and trailed beneath the waistband of her trousers. Pleasure erupted from her core as he explored every inch of her beltline, then went down, down, down, pulling the trousers along with him, over the swell of her hips and rear end, until she was exposed. He paused again, wordlessly taking in the sight, a smirk stretching across his face...before he brought his mouth to her nethers.

He was gentle, sucking the bare skin between his teeth, trailing his tongue along every inch so as to not miss a taste of her sweet skin, craving more and more. She craved more. The tremors that erupted were almost unbearable. What would it be like if they went further?

She didn't know he was gazing at her, smirking. He bent down to her ear, "don't be afraid, I feel it too." Rey drew in a sharp breath and her mouth found his. They were one. Bonded. Through life and death.

Kylo pulled her shoes and trousers from her body, his muscular form and soft lips still pressed to her, grinding against her naked body. Her pulled back again to assess the source of his pleasure. It was his turned to trace the crevices and dips of her thin body, his fingers trailing over her ribs and hip bones that protruded through her skin from years of starvation on Jakku. He closed his eyes at the thought that her starvation was his doing.

Rey could feel his shame. The memory of that day on Jakku when he had left her

Rey sat up and grabbed Kylo's shoulders, shaking him gently, "please don't think of that," she smiled. He returned the smile and caressed his lips against hers.

Kylo reached for his belt and was just about to pull his trousers off, when Rey stopped him. He gazed at her, confused at first. Then she slid her fingers below his waistline, his manhood bulging and pulsing beneath the fabric. Rey leaned forward to his ear and took the lobe between her teeth, sucking on the cartilage. Kylo trembled and shuddered. Rey released the ear, "allow me."

She could feel his half smile against her shoulder. Rey traced the outline of his pelvis as she reached deeper and deeper until she struck the pulsing, hard shaft. A moan escaped Kylo's lips as Rey gently massaged him. Then she pulled his trousers down and Kylo's manhood sprung, freed from the fabric. Kylo kicked his shoes and trousers off and both stopped to assess the other.

Kylo was magnificent, finely crafted. His powerful legs, broad, muscular shoulders. Rey pressed herself against him and took his long, veiny shaft into her hands and began to stroke. Up and down. Kylo's head fell back and he moaned. Rey could watch this all day.

And then suddenly, she was on her back. Kylo hovered over her, his manhood at her entrance. He paused and looked up at her. "What's wrong?" She asked.

Kylo swallowed, "if we do this, the bond may become stronger. So much so we may not be able to fully block each other out. And our emotions would be one. It would be as if we were one person, instead of two."

Rey paused and thought for a moment. His emotions, thoughts, everything would be hers. And hers his. One.

She nodded, pulling Kylo down by the shoulders so his ear lingered over her mouth, "I want it all, and more. If that means I have to spend an eternity bound to you," she smiled, "I would want nothing more."

Kylo turned his head, smiling, pressing his lips to hers.

Then, ever so gently, he pushed his throbbing hardness into her womanhood.

Rey felt everything around her melt as he, slowly, pushed up and up and up until he was fully sheathed within her. She felt and twinge of pain as he slowly withdrew slightly, then slowly sheathed himself again. She let out a small yelp as his body, slowly, rhythmically ground against hers, thr pain shooting through every vein. He paused for a second, placing his hand over her lower abdomen. Realizing what he was doing, she grabbed his wrist. He looked up at her and she shook her head, "I want to feel everything." He gave that half smirk, one that belonged to Ben Solo, and leaned back into his elbows and gently moved back and forth within her. His lips pressed against every lips of her jaw. His brow, slick with small beads of sweat. His breath, hot against her skin. Rey struggled to keep her eyes closed, and opened. Every movement sent a new wave of delight scorching through her body. She dug her fingers into Kylo's back, deep enough to leave a trail of red marks. Moans escaped his mouth. Kylo wrapped his arms around her, his full weight pressed into her, as if at any moment one of them would float away.

Then, with a hard thrust, he pushed more. And more. Again and again. Faster, harder. The room around Rey melted into nothingness. She felt as if her body would dissolve into the void. Harder. Faster. Moans, no, screams escaped her lips as Kylo's primal instincts ravaged her body. She bit down on his shoulder, silencing her own screams, but awakening a deep, guteral roar within him. He drove himself in harder, harder, harder, panting. Sweat pouring from his brow. Rey released his shoulder, panting, sharing his breaths. She clutched handfuls of thick, dark hair, pulling hard. She thought she would float away. Her heart pounded in her ears, but there were two hearts now, slowly becoming in unison so they were one.

Rey's back arched and she stilled, her body tense. She let out a deafening scream, digging her nails into Kylo's back so hard, blood burst from the skin. He pushed inside her further and further as if he craved every molecule inside her, his mouth open in a silent scream. He roared with her. She could feel everything. The pulsating pleasure that spilled between them as they reached their climax. Her body became liquid around him. They pushed against each other until finally, they both fell over the edge Kylo collapsed on top of her in a sweaty heap.

They laid like that for a long while, panting, unsure what to do next. Afraid that if they were to move, their bodies would turn to dust. Rey stared at the dark ceiling, the last remnants of the storm flashing in the distance. Or was that at trick her vision was playing on her after experiencing something that felt both natural and unnatural at the same time? She didn't know, but she could feel her eyes grow heavy with intense exhaustion

"Ben?" She said his name in at drowsy whisper.

He raised his head and looked into her weary eyes, "rest, my love," he said softly, kissing her forehead. He pushed out of her, and bent down to kiss her forehead again, laying next to her, caressing her jaw as she slowly went to sleep.

"I love you."

Happy Mother's Day, y'all!