(A/N-Thank you Lynn for beta reading this.)

Rey Niima was in a hurry, she was rushing through security as quickly as she could as her plane was leaving in ten minutes. Ten minutes! She still had to finish getting through security and finding her gate before the plane left or her best friend Rose Nico would never forgive her.

Rose was marrying the love of her life, Finn Storm in Vancouver tomorrow, and this was the last flight out of the airport for tonight. Oh why didn't she request to take this day off and be able to get to the airport before now? She could literally kick herself, but being the workaholic that she was, she had worked right up near the last hour before leaving her job. It wasn't like she couldn't take the day off, as she was her own boss. She owned a bridal boutique, had actually made Rose's dress herself along with the three bridesmaids dresses and luckily had them already shipped ahead for the wedding. They were in Vancouver already, safe and just waiting to be worn.

Now here she was about to be scanned, she looked at her watch, it was three minutes after two, her flight was leaving in seven minutes. Finally, she was in the scanner holding her hands above her head, she got out and got her purse and put her shoes back on and was literally in a deep sprint as she raced towards the Delta terminal.

As she found her gate, she could hear the attendant saying in a loud speaker, that Delta flight 515 was closing the door in one minute, "Hold the plane!" Rey screamed as she cut around a couple, but as she was almost to her gate, she saw an object moving in the corner of her eye and she tried to put on the brakes, but it was too late. Her momentum pitched her forward and everything from that moment seemed to happen in slow motion.

The man reacted, grabbed her before she could fall backwards, while she grabbed the front of his suit to stop herself from falling as well. He instinctively slid both arms around her middle, slowing her momentum until she came to a complete stop. Upright, or almost, considering her legs were twisted, she clung. Bodily against him. Her breasts were pressed into his chest. Her stomach hard against the zipper of his trousers. Her shaky right knee clamped snug between both of his. She knew enough about this man, the shape of him that in some cultures they would be considered lovers.

She curled her fingers gently beneath a lapel or two. His suit felt really nice. Expensive. The fabric was soft and warm. And it and especially him, smelled really good. Like falling leaves and crisp fresh air. But then again, maybe it wasn't the suit at all. Maybe it was just him. She saw his lips move, but couldn't understand, she was awestruck by him. His perfect teeth, dark hair it was longer than most and messy but looked so good messy, a jaw line so defined it made a girl want to reach out and run the back of her finger along it. Stunning dark eyes the color of coals.

Finally she focused on him, on his words, "Are you okay?" he asked. His voice was beautiful, the sound rumbled through her hands and into her chest until it found a home deep within her stomach. She gave into the need to lick her suddenly bone dry lips. She watched him lick his own lips at her action.

"Hey," he mumbled again, and tucked a finger beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to his face as he repeated, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry about grabbing you like this," Rey said as she straightened his suit where she had grabbed with her hands. "Now, now no one will ever know I was here."

He smirked and said, "I'll know."

His words slid through her, hot, liquid, and unimpeded by any kind of sense or self defense. In a bolt of unadulterated desire it occurred to her that if she slanted her head an inch, two at the most, she could find out if his smiling lips tasted anywhere near as good as they looked.

His skin was pale, looked so pale against his dark hair, and he truly smelled wonderful, like a rainy autumn day. All that glowing, carefree perfection made him as tempting as the yummiest sweet. But as she was about to answer him, she remembered...

Her flight!

She moved from his arms, his letting her go as she did. She looked at him again, and then cursed under her breath as she realized her purse had went flying on the ground. She reached down to get it, and saw some of her contents spilled over the floor. Along with his wallet, sunglasses and phone. They picked up their belongings and as they stood staring at one another, Rey took a chance and went over to him and kissed his cheek, whispering, "Thank you," as she then turned and raced to her gate as they were about to close the door.

She heard the hottie yelling to her to "Wait!" but she couldn't stop, she had to get to Vancouver!

She found her seat, and buckled up. Trying to breathe in the much needed oxygen as she thought of her encounter with the very handsome man. She listened as the stewardess went over all the safety reminders. And a few minutes later, her plane was running down the runway and they were going up in the air. During the flight she kept thinking of the man from the airport, she had to blink to come back to reality. It wasn't as though she didn't come in contact with any number of good looking men every day of her life. Granted most of them were either dropping off their soon to be wife, or getting fitted for their tuxes. She had the occasional best man, groomsmen, who would come in. Nice men, responsible men, men who loved dogs, men who were well and truly within her comfort zone.

In the past couple of months there had been the French man, cute, flirty but also one who expected the woman to stay home and not work. Then there had been the man she had ran into at the park, a single dad who only had the dog he had gotten out of his messy divorce, along with the kids every other weekend. She had let him go when she had been out to dinner with him, and his ex wife had come over and told her about his cheating ways, he had denied it until they had continued to argue, right there in the restaurant and the truth came out.

But comparing those dating disasters with three minutes spent looking into a pair of the darkest, sexiest eyes had made her wonder briefly if responsibility, sense, and comfort were all they were cracked up to be. Mister suit and tie and flirty look in the eye made her hanker for more, fire, flash, flare, electricity, excitement, heat, danger, no care for the consequences.

That man!

Rey came to as if fairy dust had suddenly cleared from before her eyes. She looked out the window to see the beautiful picture of the clouds with their beauty. She compared the beauty before her to the beauty that the man back at the airport had.

Oh get a grip on yourself Rey! You're never going to see him again! She screamed to herself as she let out a deep sigh.

"He watched you all the way to the door, you know," a voice said from beside her.

Rey turned and looked at the woman, "Excuse me?" she asked.

"I was at the gate when I heard the collision, I saw you and that young man looking at one another," the older lady said.

"I...I just happened to bump into him," Rey said.

"And he watched you walk away from him," the woman said.

"Well, it's too bad, as I have no idea what his name is, where he was going, nothing," Rey said. "With my luck, he's probably married with about ten kids."

"Well, I couldn't blame his wife if they had that many. I would want to keep him in bed as long as possible," she told Rey, who laughed at her.

"I'm Rey, Rey Niima," Rey said.

"I'm Maz Katana, but everyone calls me Maz," she introduced herself to Rey, "but if my wisdom has taught me anything, that young man was not looking at you as someone who was married."

Rey just smiled, "Well, unfortunately I'm never going to see him again."

"You never know who might come back for you," Maz said as she went back to looking at her magazine.

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On a private jet, Kylo Ren-Solo was thinking about his encounter with the beautiful brunette, with whom he had run into, literally. She was stunning in with her hazel eyes and dark hair, those eyes he could just melt with. Her face was beautiful with those cute little freckles, and her lips, oh those lips of hers were just begging for him to kiss her.

"Still thinking about the woman from the airport?" his best friend Poe Dameron asked as he sat down beside him on the plane. They were flying to Canada for a very special event this weekend.

"Is it that obvious?" Kylo asked.

"Oh, just a tiny bit there," Poe said as he offered him a drink.

Kylo took it, and let the flavor rush over his tastebuds. But nothing was taking his thoughts away from that woman. What was her name? Where had she been going to in such a hurry? By the time he had looked at the sign above the gate, it was too late, it was gone and none of the airport personnel could tell him where that plane was going to due to privacy issues.

No matter how much he tried to flirt he wasn't able to get the information from them!

"Well, cheer up, I'm sure we'll find you someone this weekend, to get your mind off your mysterious lady," Poe said.

He kept going over in his mind, looking down into her face. She smelled like a fresh rainstorm, clean and vibrant. If only he had more time, he could have asked for her name at the very least, perhaps her phone number. Anything!

Knowing how his love life was, she was probably married and rushing home to get back into her husband's arms. The lucky bastard! But wait, had she been wearing a wedding ring? He tried to recall, but all he could see was those hazel alluring eyes of hers. And he had been so blown away by her leaning up and kissing his cheek to even try to react to her.

And even if her ring finger had been bare, that didn't exactly make her not married, or even single. She very easily could be rushing back to her lover.

"I see she made quite an impression on you," Poe said.

"What's that?" Kylo asked as he barely heard his friend's words.

"Well, you are zoned out," Poe said, "and of course you have red lipstick on your cheek."

"I'm sorry about zoning you...wait...what?" Kylo asked as he grabbed his keys which had a mirror on them, and saw that where his mystery woman had kissed him, her lipstick had indeed left a reminder of their encounter.

"Oh, you've got it bad and you don't even know her name," Poe said as he moved from his seat to go get another drink.

Kylo kept looking at his cheek, when at that moment he heard his phone going off. Only it wasn't his ring tone, it was someone else's ringtone. He knew the tone from his godchild's birthday party one year...

Tranquil as a forest

But on fire within

Once you find your center

You are sure to win

You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot

And you haven't got a clue

Somehow I'll make a man out of you

It was from Mulan, and he obviously had her cell phone, which meant...he had a way to find his mystery lady!