[Kylo]
Kylo came down the ramp first, head up, stride certain. He was dressed in Cloud City finery, picked out by Lando's own tailor. The rich cloth fit him well – a silver grey windbreaker with a tail that graced the back of his knees, open in the front to show the light blue shirt and faded purple slacks with the black belt and boots he'd worn in the First Order. Others had been offered, but he'd declined.
He stopped a few paces from the ramp, which also put him a few paces away from the one who'd come closest to the ship as it set down – Rey. Her outfit was somewhat changed. The base layer was the same, but she wore the beige button-up shirt of the Resistance, open in the front, and the drab gold pants. She, too, still had her desert boots and belt. There was no lightsaber there, but she had Han's old blaster. Kylo had Lando's, though it was obscured on his hip by the windbreaker.
He could feel the crackling tension between them, intensified by their awareness of one another. Behind Rey stood three others – the pilot Poe Dameron that he'd interrogated over Jakku, FN-2187 the defected stormtrooper, and a smaller woman he didn't recognize. He dismissed them. Rey was more important. He let his eyes rake her from top to bottom, open and aggressive in his interest in a way he hadn't been able to express before.
She cocked her head back and settled her weight in a challenging pose. She looked him up and down just the same. The desire he'd felt underlining their Force bond moments was stronger in the flesh and she wasn't as retiring as she'd been before. He was relieved. That last moment on Crait had felt like the end – the end of everything. But she wasn't rebuffing him now. He felt like he was floating.
"I don't like the way he's looking at her," grumbled Dameron.
"Neither do I," FN-2187 responded.
Both of them started to move forward, but were halted by the smaller woman. "Stop it." She sounded exasperated.
"What?" Poe said.
"Don't you see?" she said.
Kylo smirked slightly at Rey. The corners of her eyes wrinkled. He could feel her amusement. It warmed his chest. His heart was thumping hard and fast. And that was when Lando ambled out of the ship, walking past him, Rey, and the others toward a group that had come up behind them. Kylo had completely missed them – eyes only for Rey – but he saw now that was his mother, Chewbacca, and a couple others he didn't recognize.
Chewbacca made a sound of recognition. Kylo hoped it was directed to Lando, but with the way the Wookiee was striding forward, it didn't seem to be. Last time Kylo had interacted with Chewie, he'd taken a bolt to his gut from that bow-caster he used. Fortunately, it wasn't in Chewie's hand (although it was still strapped to his back).
Rey stepped to the side as Chewie barged through. Kylo suppressed the urge to fall back. He'd stood before Snoke. He'd stood before Han. He'd stood before Luke. He wasn't a coward. If he was going to die ripped limb from limb by his father's partner, then so be it.