Author's note:

This chapter is rated M for rape.

If you are triggered, this is your warning.

oOo

She didn't speak on the way to the house. She went straight to her room, and shut the door, and did not come out for the rest of the day. She didn't join me for lunch, or dinner.

I was turning out the lights, about to head to bed, when I spotted her sitting on the ledge of the balcony.

Her hair was down, and she wore a dress made of several sheer layers, its skirt fluttering in the soft breeze.

I walked out, and sat down, facing her.

We sat in silence for a long moment before she said. "I appreciate it, Ben. I really do. But, I don't want to talk about it."

I shrugged. "We don't have to talk about it. We can talk about something else."

"Like what?" She asked.

"Like, anything." I told her. "You. Me."

She raised an eyebrow. "You?"

I nodded. "If you want."

Her eyes brightened. "What about you?"

I shrugged again. "What do you want to know?"

She chewed on her bottom lip, pondering. "What's your full name?"

"Benjamin Luke Amidala Skywalker Organa Solo." I fired back, instantly.

She laughed once. "Why?"

"Benjamin after Ben Kanobi. I'm not related to him, but my parents always told me that he was the reason they met, so they named me after him. Luke after my uncle. My grandmother was Queen of Naboo, and I have her last name, as well as my grandfather, Anakin, his last name. My mother was adopted, and her adopted dad was a senator on Alderaan, so I have his last name of Organa, and then, Solo."

For obvious reasons.

"So, you come from three lines of royalty?" She gasped.

I shrugged a third time. "Depending on your definition of royalty, yeah."

"Tell me about your first kiss."

My eyebrows shot up. "First kiss?" She nodded. "Ok, it was a game of spin the bottle. But, I was in training, and we didn't have a bottle, so we used a lightsaber."

"What is spin the bottle?" Rey asked.

"You and a group of other people sit in a circle, with a bottle in the middle, and you spin it, and who ever it lands on, you have to kiss." I explained.

"Who did it land on?"

"Staci Caruthers." I sighed, remembering. "When we leaned in, our teeth hit, and there wasn't much kissing going on after that."

"So, who was your first real kiss?" She asked.

"Real as in?" I probed.

"Tongue." She clarified.

"Wow, I was going to go with the first one lasting more than 3 seconds." I looked up, searching my memory. "First tongue kiss." I sighed. "Uh, Kitra Olwyn. She was my first 'girlfriend.'" I brought up both hands to motion quotation marks. "We were both about fourteen. We went through Jedi Academy together, and she would come to my hut sometimes."

"Did you do it?" Rey asked, and I raised an eyebrow.

She rephrased. "Did you and her go all the way?"

I understood her perfectly the first time, but it was more fun acting like I had no idea what she was saying to see how many ways she could ask.

"You know," She tried again. "Relations."

I pressed my lips together in a thin line to keep from smiling, and managed to keep the confused look on my face.

"Affairs." She sighed when I didn't answer. "Intercourse."

I cracked, and started laughing. "No." I shook my head. "No, not with Kitra."

"But you have, before?"

My smile faded. "Yeah."

She stared at me, and I sucked on my teeth. "The night I turned, I went to Snoke, and pledged my allegiance to him." I told her. "And, he gifted me a courtesan named Sevryn."

She made a face.

"You look confused." I said, my voice rough. "Do you know what a courtesan is?"

She nodded. "I know what it is." She said, and her eyes narrowed. "But you, really don't want to talk about this, and I don't know why."

I hummed, remembering that she felt what I felt through the Bond. "I don't like talking about Snoke." I admitted. "I don't have a single memory or experience that's just mine, because he was there, in my head."

"Even with that?" She asked, in a small voice.

"Especially with that." I told her. "He used it as a reward. If I did well, he would gift me Sevryn. But, if I sought her, or anyone else out on my own, I was punished."

Her face lost its color. "How?" She whispered.

I swallowed. I didn't want to tell her, but my mental shield cracked, and my memories played for her.

I was young, a patch of skin behind my right ear still healing from where I'd cut off my padawan braid with my lightsaber.

I was suspended on the floor, nude, my arms and legs bound with the Force, and a ball of force lightning was shoved into my mouth, acting as a gag.

A young woman was brought in to the throne room, and she eyed me nervously before bowing before Snoke.

"What is your name, my dear?" Snoke asked, smoothly.

"Evony." She answered, and her voice shook.

"Do you see my young apprentice, Evony?" He pointed with a crooked finger over to me, and I struggled against my restraints.

Evony didn't look up, or over to me. She kept her eyes down as she nodded.

"Make him cum." Snoke commanded.

I tried to protest over the gag, but it came out sounding like a strangled whimper.

Evony stood, and turned, dropping her silken robe as she walked over. I saw her hands shake as she took me into them and started stroking.

Though I resisted, my body reacted to her touch, and she straddled me, moving forward to position herself, her breasts lightly brushing my collar bones, then she rocked back, taking me inside of her.

I involuntarily gasped at the sensation, as I heard her sharp intake of breath.

She put both of her hands on my chest to steady herself as she started to move, her hips rising and falling, releasing me, and then taking me back in.

"Faster, Evony!" Snoke growled, and she obeyed, quickening her pace.

I felt my release building, felt her inner muscles flutter around me, and then a bolt of blue lightning seared into me.

Evony screamed, scrambling away, as my own muffled screams echoed off the walls.

Snoke strode over to her, and bent down, gripping her chin with a gnarled hand, and roughly turned her face up toward his. "Who told you to stop?" He demanded, and threw her back onto me.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, frightened tears already glistening on her cheeks.

"I said make him cum." Snoke repeated, the threat heavy in his voice.

She looked back at me, and kneeled down between my legs. "I'm so sorry." She breathed, grabbing me again.

I blinked, and my eyes focused. I remembered where I was, and who I was with.

Rey looked like she was going to vomit.

"I'm sorry " I said.

"Dont." She snarled. "Don't apologize for what he did to you."

I looked down, my ears burning.

"Did he do that every time?" She whispered.

I swallowed. "Unless it was a gift from him."

"Like Sevryn."

I nodded. "Like my first time with Sevryn."

"Were you punished for other times with her?" Rey asked.

I frowned, remembering. "Yes."

"Have you been with anyone since-" She started.

"I killed him?" I finished for her and shook my head. "No."

Her forehead creased. "Why?"

I stopped myself from blurting because they're not you, and just shrugged one shoulder.

She blushed, and looked out at the moonlight dancing on the lake.

A long, silent beat passed before I stood, and bid her a good night.

I went to my room, changed, and had just gotten into bed and pulled the covers up when I heard a soft knock on my door.

Since my door wasn't closed, I looked up, to find Rey in the doorway.

"Rey?" I asked, my brow furrowing. "What's wrong?"

She took a step forward, and I saw that she was in lavender colored teddy style lingerie, covered by a sheer matching robe that she'd left untied.

My heart staggered, then started thundering in my chest. "Rey-" I breathed, watching her walk to the end of my bed, and crawl onto it.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position and she rose up onto her knees, and straddled me, sitting in my lap.

"What are you doing?" I panted, though I didn't know when I'd started panting.

She put her hands on either side of my face, her eyes searching mine. "I'm giving you an experience that's just yours." She said.

And then she pressed her lips to mine.