Author's Note: Just a small continuation of my short-story. Maybe read through fingers if you embarrass easily. Again this is rated M for a reason. So if you're not old enough, mature enough, turn back now. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. Never have, never will. I simply play in their world.

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"We enjoy the night,

the darkness,

where we can do things

that aren't acceptable

in the light.

Night is where we slake

our thirst."

-William Hill

"Mmm..."

A strange noise in my ear interrupting my dreams. Vague and familiar like someone tapping.

It's coming from above. A repetitive noise and my drowsy thoughts make the connection.

Rain.

A rattle of metal and the tapping becomes a furious tempo.

Sounds like a gale. Maybe I won't go the Falcon and fix the faulty compressor again.

I can stay in bed and go back to my delicious, erotic dream I was having of Kylo Ren.

It felt so real.

I can still taste the flavor of his skin, feel the hard strength of his body pressed against mine.

Languid heat flowing in my blood and I shift restlessly, wincing as muscles twinge unexpectedly.

That was...odd.

It doesn't hurt, exactly, more like I've stretched muscles I've never used before.

Which makes no sense. I train every day, there isn't a muscle in my body I haven't pushed to the limit.

Except the twinge came from lower, secret places between my thighs.

My sleeping brain starting to wake up.

There is something warm and heavy across my stomach. The wall I'm pressed against isn't cold metal.

My pillow I thought I was using is hard and smooth, a gentle heat beneath my head.

I snap my eyes open when I feel warm breath on my neck, stirring the small hairs.

The sound of someone sleeping next to my ear.

I swallow hard as the memories of my erotic dream come to vivid life.

That dream...

Slowly I lift my head and look down at the arm curled around me. Thin, white scars spaced across corded muscles. Languorous heat becomes a river, a rush of pleasure as fragmented memories come back.

"Say yes..."

"Yes...yes...Ren...please!"

Dark, sensual laughter...a sharp, blinding pain and then euphoria as I shatter in his arms...

I barely breathe as I slowly turn over and stare into the sleeping face of Kylo Ren.

His breathing light and untroubled, the tightness around his eyes and mouth gone.

I didn't know he could look so peaceful.

So young.

As if the weight of galaxy ages him when he wakes.

I lift a trembling hand to his face brushing back strands of midnight.

The cool silk of his hair tells me all I need to know.

This is no dream. This is real and I...

I'm naked and sleeping in the arms of my enemy.

I should be terrified and ashamed of myself for being so weak to give into him.

But all I feel is crushing relief that it wasn't a dream.

He's here, I'm with him.

Guilt threatens to pull me from his arms demanding I leave now before I get in too deep.

But it's already too late.

Heart trembling, I lean in to brush my mouth against his.

Soft, yielding lips opening as his arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer.

The sweep of his tongue across mine and I swear that soft, needy noise is not me.

Fingers trailing down my spine and I gasp, breaking away as my skin burns at his touch.

I thought I had quenched my desire for him but it is a raging beast, voracious and undeniable.

Dark obsidian gazing up at me, a faint trace of a smile on his lips as my hair brushes his chest.

Heat slashing across my face at being caught, I try to scramble out of his arms.

"I...umm...that is..."

Soft laughter settling over my skin, he tumbles me onto my back and I barely have enough wits to push at his chest.

"Ren! I didn't... I mean I wasn't-"

"Trying to wake me up?" He leans in, capturing my mouth and I swear my fingers have a will of their own when they bury into his hair.

His hands sliding down my skin, grazing the sides of my breasts and I shiver, feeling my skin pebble.

If he keeps this up I'm going to-

I wrap my leg around his hip and twist, his mouth ripped from mine at his startled shout when I put him on his back.

"Rey! You little-!"

I shove at his chest, pushing him back down when he tries to get back up.

I straddle him for good measure, locking my knee's around his hips.

Oh the surprise on his face.

I can't help grinning knowing I managed to put that singular look on him.

"I'm what?" I arch my eyebrow, daring him to finish what he was about to say.

He shakes his head, fingers squeeze my hips and I wiggle, slapping at his hands.

"You look far too smug considering I'm on top."

"Sweetheart I can't decide if your naivety is charming or a torment."

I have no idea what he's talking about until my brain finally catches up with his innuendo and feel the hard length of him between my legs.

Scarlet heat washing over my skin, I close my eyes.

Right. I don't have a stitch of clothing on and neither does he.

No wonder he's being such a smug bastard.

"Ren...you...you..."

"Yes?"

I snap my eyes open to his smirking face and slap at his chest. He tries to grab my hands but I pull them free.

"That wasn't nice!"

"I...ah! Rey stop that!"

My fingers found his sides and he startles me with his laughter, clamping his lips shut and grabbing my wrists.

Kylo Ren is ticklish?

Oh I'm going to have so much fun paying him back for that sly comment.

"Rey whatever you are thinking I suggest you-"

"You mean this?"

I slip my hands free and go back to his sides. He bucks his hips, nearly throwing me off but he's laughing too hard for it to be an effective move.

"R-Rey...I swear...I'm going to..."

I laugh and toss back my hair, knowing he can't do a damn thing to stop me.

"Going to what oh great and mighty-ooh!"

The wind knocked out of me as I slam on my back, his legs tangling with mine as his hands pin my wrist above my head.

Tousled raven strands, eyes gleaming bright with the ghost of his laughter curving his mouth.

I've never seen him look so...alive.

"Do you yield?"

His thigh sliding between mine and I go from breathless laughter to just breathless in seconds.

His eyes dip lower, fire kindled in obsidian and my nipples harden beneath his gaze.

Slowly they travel back up to my face and lust sharpens his features to devastating beauty.

An ache in my chest spreading outwards as I rub my calf against his leg.

"Ren..."

"Tell me you yield Rey."

He's killing me slowly, his mouth hovering above mine and I can't get the leverage I need to kiss him with my arms pinned.

His hands sliding along my wrists, fingers twining and I dig my nails into him. A sharp breath, his chest rising before his mouth claims mine in a demanding kiss.

Tongues dueling, I strain against him, a voracious need clawing deep inside me.

A harsh groan in my mouth and I feel him settle between my legs and all I want is him.

"Ren...Ren..."

I whimper his name, gripping his hands tight when his mouth travels down my neck leaving a trail of sparks beneath my skin.

"Do you want to pick up where we left off?"

His words a whispered promise of things to come and I swear it is madness in my blood, this need I have for him.

"Yes."

He lifts his head, a tender light in his gaze and I reach up to kiss the chiseled line of his jaw.

"Rey..."

My name a husky plea on his lips and the raw desire I hear going straight to my head.

I slip my hands free and lean on my elbows, trailing my mouth from his jaw to the strong, corded muscles of his neck.

I lick the salt from his skin and feel his hand grip my hair.

"Ah!"

His arm around my waist as he sits up, my lips pulled from his skin. My legs slide around his hips and I can feel him pressed against me, hard and ready and I dig nails into his shoulders.

My hair a curtain around his face casting shadows across his skin as he gazes up at me.

I didn't know anyone could destroy me so completely with a single look.

It's just sex. That's all. Physical need.

But my heart is quivering in my chest I swear I can see my soul reflected in his dark gaze.

"Rey," His hands caressing my body with a reverence that undoes me, "take me. I'm yours."

My hips lifting as he slides slowly in and I gasp, throwing back my head at the stark intimacy.

Stretching, filling me and I don't know where he begins and I end.

Strong, lean fingers kneading my back as I rock against him and the simmer in my blood turns molten.

Starbursts behind my eyes all I feel is him.

The strength of his arms, the pounding of his heart as our bodies press against each other, the quiver of his muscles as he pushes me closer to the edge.

"Ren...oh..."

His hand in my hair, I look down and see the crawling desire, the utter want in his gaze.

No man looks at me the way he does.

As if I am the only light in his life.

"Ren...please...I need you."

"I'm yours Rey. Anything you want...it's yours."

I grip his shoulders, molding my lips to his, dying to taste him.

His arms a cage I never want to leave, I wrap my legs around his hips and moan into mouth, his willing prisoner with each breath as he fills me.

Muscles quivering, a tightness in my skin and a building pressure in my core with every thrust of his hips.

I sob into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck as he takes me higher.

"Ren...please...please..."

"Not yet Rey...not yet..."

I swear he's trying to kill me and I don't know how much longer I'm going to last. Hips rocking against mine, the feel his chest rubbing my breasts is a delicious torment I'm never going to survive.

"Please! Ren!"

"Soon...Rey...I swear you're killing me..."

I might have laughed if I wasn't drowning in desire. His arms locked around me I can only hold on as I spiral hard and fast, shattering as I scream his name.

"Ren! Ren!"

"Rey! Gods...I swear...Rey!"

Liquid heat between my legs, I shudder in his arms as the orgasm threatens to tear me apart.

Muscles quivering I feel as if I'm floating, euphoria making me boneless in his embrace.

"I...am," I stroke fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, "never going to survive you."

Dark laughter as I feel the press of his lips against my shoulder.

"That...should be...my line."

Sweet tenderness in his voice and I wonder if it's always been there and I'm just now noticing it.

The howl of wind as it shakes the dwelling and the storm rages overhead and I lift my head to look up at ceiling.

How much longer would this tempest last? How much more time do we have together?

It's funny he was my enemy this morning and now...

I bury my face in his shoulder and I pray to the forgotten gods, to the Force, for more time.

Just a little longer...