Author's note: So this chapter was written right after the first chapter. So it is a natural continuation and a possible maybe temporary end. It all depends on how the movie goes :) All my love to you my followers and readers and let Kylo be redeemed and live happily ever after!

As they entered Rey slammed the door hard and stood in front of it. Everything was the same inside the small living room, with its cozy sofa, the fireplace, the table and cupboards. It used to belong to a Resistance family that died off in an attack months ago. She had taken good care of it, not having moved anything, not being sure if its current use would anger its previous owners. Poor souls. She hoped not.

Kylo advanced further inside, not paying attention, turning a light on. Rey's chest was heaving, she had to end it now, but she couldn't say a word. All she knew is that she wanted to keep him in. He would not go anywhere.

''I heard you have been at Takodana again. I heard you were seen with some ... girl in a bar. Is that why you left last time in a hurry. To get with your little girlfriend. I guess this is what I get for wishful thinking. Do you like using me? You are like a disease, I wish I could get rid of you Ren, but you keep coming back. How do I get you out of my system! I despise everything you stand for, everything you are! '' She shouted. Well that was a good way to start...

All he did was stand in the middle of the floor, his back to her, motionless. As she finished, he turned to look over his shoulder, his tied up hair revealing only the side of his face, she couldn't see his eyes. Then he removed something from his belt and left it at the table.

She felt silly, she was definitely not jealous. She had experimented with others herself, trying to erase his mark on her soul. She simply had never given herself utterly like this. And he was the one to blame. And he had had the guts to ignore her again. She would show him he can't play his games with her again.

She concentrated, closed her eyes and pushed him with all her mental strength against the closest hard surface which happened to be the old cupboard. She knew he may try to block her, but he simply grunted as he was flattened on the board, the cups behind him clanking from the impact. He paid her a warning glance; she felt the anger behind it but didn't care. He looked arrogantly around, crossing one long leg in front of the other as if nothing had happened.

''So, what if I was? Jealous? You want to get rid of me? You won't. You still want me. I saw through you just now scavenger.'' he was provoking her, the bastard.

Three quick strides and she was in front of him grabbing his robes pulling so hard she heard the woolen fabric strain. He smelled like rain and wet leather.

''Scavenger! Yes! What do you know! I am a tough. I can survive anything. You son of a bantha. I don't need to go through your brain to know you were imagining me all the while you were with those women.''

His face was inches from hers, his body reacting to the close contact, his chest contracting. He was looking down, his jaw hardening in budding anger. She was giddy at his reaction but kept her angry scowl.

'' You know you cannot replace me. You need this as much as I do. Stop pretending you don't care. You said you missed me. How much did you miss me Kylo?'' she was still shouting, shaking him.

He reacted by grabbing her frozen fists clenching his tunic and switching positions, driving her with as much force against the cupboard, her head hitting the shelf, a cup falling and crashing to the floor. He proceeded to envelop the back of her head in his palms leaning down before she could gasp. He pulled her lower lip with his teeth smearing the lipstick.

'' This much" he mumbled so low she barely heard him.

He crushed his lips to hers then devoured her like a starving man. His lips were warm to caress. They were so soft and meaty she kept biting them. The kiss went on and on, her head banging against the cups, the cups smashing around them. The loud crashes only playing to the rhythm of their ardor. She moaned at the feeling of his lips on hers, as alien as the first time, it was indescribable. He would be the death of her. She wanted to talk to him, to caress him, to take her time, but this tension had been building over thirty something days, and nothing could stop them once it started. There was little time. They would talk after...

His hands were everywhere, rubbing, gliding, fondling but mostly grabbing her waist, her arms, her shoulders and head and holding so tight. As if she was going to vanish like a desert mirage.

She pushed at his chest again, wanting to corner him and engulf him as he was her. Having him all to herself. Maybe she was a bit jealous after all, even if that story was true, it's not like she hadn't seen anyone since they started seeing each other. It's not like they were exclusive...how could they be. Theirs was not a real relationship. But what it was exactly... his fingers drawing circles on her hipbones cut off any coherent thought.

They were both soaking and it was cold. Wet clothes went down and about flying everywhere. Kylo was now only in his undershirt and pants. Even the belt with his lightsaber was kicked off somewhere by Rey. Rey was no better herself even though she had much less clothes to begin with. Her dripping coat went down, like her boots and coral dress. He enjoyed taking off the dress the most, and managed not to tear it to shreds, she fleetingly wondered why.

As she was fondling him wildly against a wooden pillar, hands roaming under his shirt over his tight stomach, she shivered hard and he pushed her away, with gentleness so unusual it made her fingers stop.

''Rey... you are shivering. …Listen I don't want a sick girl in my bed. Follow me.'' he looked down at her, his hands still on her forearms, speaking in his low timbre.

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When her mind started functioning again, blind passion slowly receding, she realized she was only in her bra and panties, her skin so pale it tinged blue, trembling like a leaf. He had felt so warm though, surely because of all those extra layers of protection. The bastard.

While she was thinking that, he pushed her towards the small sofa where she sat covering her own torso with her arms, rubbing her fingers, trying to get some heat. Her teeth were chattering, how could she have overlooked this? She should have dried up, should have started the heating... But having him here, strong and handsome, was challenging her yet again. After imagining this moment every day and night, missing him badly, she had to make the most out of it, time was of essence here. How silly was she. Forgetting her well-being for this man, this confusing man, he sure as hell didn't deserve it.

A warm sensation came over her. Right ahead, orange flames were growing, slowly heating the room. Kylo was kneeling next to the fireplace placing some logs feeding the fire. He seemed focused, working quickly. Suddenly a different kind of fire was heating up from inside Rey, but it didn't start low in her stomach this time, it spread through her chest, through her heart. She pulled her knees and bowed her head in shock, her fingers digging in the skin of her shins. What was that... what...

Rey felt a soft blanket being wrapped around her, covering her face while she was hugging her knees.

''Rey. Your fingers are stiff as a dead body and you haven't said a word. Are you...do you need something? I can *clearing throat* make you some tea..maybe?''

She couldn't face him now, his words, they affected her more than she could take. Why now, why act so gently...as if he cared. She heard him moving around not seeming to do anything, then glass cracking, cupboards opening, other sounds from the kitchen. She spaced out, still shivering, her mind frozen. Then five minutes or so later, there was a sound of steam whistling from a kettle. And then finally his heavy steps approaching. As she heard him sit awkwardly on the other end of the sofa, she turned to her right to peek, only her eyes and nose showing. He was trying to appear relaxed but was failing miserably, changing position every now and then, his face seemingly pained, his eyes boiling with thousand emotions. How she wished to know his thoughts right then. She tried for the bond, but it was closed. That however averted his attention and he stared at her.

''There is uh tea on the table. You should have some, so you um... get better.''

He spoke too loudly and as he realized how it sounded, he tried to look anywhere but at her. Then deciding on something, he continued

'' So, we can um... continue what we were doing. As I said I don't want a sick girl to have intercourse with. And I don't want you to get me sick. That would be bothersome. ''

She couldn't help but laugh then, her giggles resonating around the room. This awkwardness was much too hilarious coming from the great and stoic Kylo Ren. As her laughter died away, It started getting warmer, the fire casting orange shadows across the furniture. The sofa was not far from it, the logs crackling quietly, establishing a soft and relaxed ambiance. Kylo was looking at her startled and confused, his arms crossed over his chest, his ponytail undone by her minutes ago, dark waves falling in his face.

Rey swallowed a lump and decided to do something she would probably regret, but at this point there was no going back. Her realization had moved her too deeply. She had to act on it now or never. She uncurled her slender legs and used them to scuttle closer, ending up right next to him. Still covered in the blanket she snuggled half lying on his chest and arms, her head under his chin, too terrified to look up. Did she ruin everything? What was she doing anyways? The desire stirred deep inside, but she suppressed it, this was more important.

There was a moment of stillness as he stopped dead under her. Another moment passed with him gulping down, his Adam apple bobbing. This was a mistake; her mind was blasting at her. Time was passing as he uncrossed his arms slowly moving them on each side of his body not touching hers. It felt like an eternity. Her own heart was beating through the roof, why take such a risk, exposing herself. She was so scared. So, scared of him refusing her. More scared than anything before in her life. As he kept his limbs away from her, she decided he was just too unconcerned to push her away and didn't want to make a fool out of himself. He didn't want her like this. Weak, needy. As despair began seeping through her every cell, she used him as a leverage to pull away, her naked limbs brushing against his clothed ones.

Then she yelped, being pulled back or more like enveloped by his arms. They were pressing her to his chest. He was slightly trembling or was it just her imagination. Her ear was pressed against his heart and it was beating wildly like hers. She dared to smile; sadness replaced by unexpected joy. He held her for long like this, sometimes squeezing her with all his strength, sometimes just brushing her hair with ghost touches.

She was sure she felt asleep then. It must be a dream.

It must not have been a very long one, because his voice chased away all remaining drowsiness. He was still there. Was he angry now? Did he leave her alone on the sofa? Sighing in relief she realized she was still in his embrace, her head laying on his shoulder, the blanket wrapped tight around her. She felt so warm, so...safe. But also scared of what was to follow. How can the mighty independent Jedi Rey feel like a little girl cradled and so dependent on this one man? Why was this happening to her...

'' Are you awake? Do you feel better?'' he was stumbling for words.

She looked at him scared to move a muscle, trying to read his expression. His brown eyes were dark with worry and something else, something wilder.

''Kiss me.'' she whispered

He leaned down and did so pulling her face to his. But it was unlike any other kiss they had. It was slow, deliberate, exploring, deep. As if they had never touched lips before. Some deep current was passing between them and she knew he felt it too. She felt a traitorous tear go down her cheek.

He stopped and looked at her his fingers touching her cheek.

''Why are you crying?'' but he already knew the answer, his lips trembled as he tried to look away.

But she couldn't let him get away. Not now when she had exposed herself. Her heart was clenched so hard it hurt. She grabbed his head in both hands and forced him to look at her.

''You know why. Please. Don't pull away. Ben… I need you... without you I... I don't want to let you go this time. ''

He kept looking at her, his eyes expressionless. She continued forcing every word out of her breaking heart.

''I was going to...end it tonight. It's too much to bear, you are too much, but I can't take it anymore. I will leave them for you if you do the same for me. Or come back. Please...Ben''

Hearing his name must have made something inside him break and he squeezed his eyes tightly as if in pain, trying to fight it. He grabbed her waist suddenly throwing the blanket away and making her straddle him. The wild hunger in his eyes returning. He grabbed her neck, his mouth going for the hollow of her throat.

Rey tried to push him away, her own desire stirring alive. But the desperation was overwhelming.

''Stop it! Don't do this. We can't keep doing this...only this. I need more than lust, more than the thrill of the bang and the remaining loneliness. We can make it work. Look at me.''

He did sneer.

''I can't. You are just a plaything, a temptation, a scavenger, no one. I can have anyone. Yet I keep dreaming only of you. The one person I need to kill in order to advance. To accomplish my destiny. Your light is tempting me too much. I must crush it.'' he growled as he closed his wrist around her throat.

She ignored him, staring him down, silent tears falling, dripping between their bodies. Her fingers reaching for his hair and tracing the outline of his cheekbones. He looked at her conflicted, the wild expression in his eyes somewhat calmed down by her gentleness.

''Your darkness has also tempted me. I don't mind succumbing, being both light and dark, being whoever, I want to be. You can be that too Ben. Stop being a slave. I also dream of you; you are an addictive drug. I thought I only lusted after you, but it is more than that. Kill me if you want, but I won't say it twice, you stubborn idiot. I... I think I may be falling... ''

She struggled to say it. The pressure on her neck increasing but she let him do, instead looking him straight in the eyes, cupping his face in her small hand.

'' for you...''

He just stood there shocked to the core; his eyes wide open. The bond wide open. Rey decided she had enough of it and gently stumbled into that great mausoleum where thousands of glowing strands connected, thousands of images of them together playing on repeat. Her lying against him, him kissing her, her shivering, them fighting. There was a predominant color, a mix of red and white connected to most of them. She grabbed at the strands and the feelings overwhelmed her: denial, denial, denial pity denial passion desire anger admiration denial camaraderie denial frustration compassion denial affection denial, denial worry denial caring denial stronger fondness protectiveness possessiveness attachment respect... denial, denial, denial…

She quickly pulled away before he realized her spying. Rey was left shaken to the core with the discovery. He never admitted any of those sentiments to her. The stubborn darksider, damn his pride.

She wouldn't know what she would have done if she had found nothing at all. She wouldn't survive it. Giddy with joy, wiping her tears, painful relief spreading through, she left him to his thoughts and retreated in her own messed up consciousness trying to analyze it all.

They were still seated like that for what felt like eternity, her straddling him, his hand on her throat the other on her waist, her fingers on his face. Slowly she pried his hold on her neck, waiting for him to come to terms with himself, chewing on her lip violently in anticipation. She had admitted her feelings but what did those words mean to him? How were her last words going to make him react, how would it work for them from now on? She had no idea.

As he came to his senses, he looked around embarrassed, the violent rush from before ebbing away. She waited with her gaze cast down, she couldn't bear to be embarrassed again. He touched her fingers on his face, making her look up.

''I see your… feelings. I don't know what to... Even though I am not sure how to respond I agree we can't go on like we used to. One night is not enough. It will destroy us soon.'' He paused

'' We could spend more time together ...maybe train together. I... I want you more than as a sleeping partner Rey. Don't cry. Forgive me...'' he looked more embarrassed than she had ever seen him. His eyes shining bright, strong and dominant but also asking forgiveness.

She could accept that...for now. She hugged him tight and he embraced her back gently ruffling her hair.

''I brought some food there on the table…if you are interested in sharing a meal with me scavenger?'' Ben grinned.

Happiness radiated through the bond.