AN: Because Reylo on a motorcycle is the best Reylo.

"I've been looking for a driver who is qualified

So if you think that you're the one step into my ride

I'm a fine-tuned supersonic speed machine

Got a sunroof top and a gangster lead

So if you feel it, let me know, know, know

Come on now, what you waiting for, for, for

My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode

So start me up and watch me go, go, go, go

Get you where you wanna go, if you know what I mean

Got a ride that's smoother than a limousine

Can you handle the curves, can you run all the lights

If you can, baby boy, then we can go all night

'Cause it's 0 to 60 in 3.5

Baby, you got the keys

Now shut up and drive, drive, drive

Shut up and drive, drive, drive."

Rhianna, Shut Up and Drive

He was meant to be the best.

However, she didn't have time for his credentials, nor precious minutes to ask where he came from, or where he had managed to piece together such a clearly contraband bike. With Poe and Finn busy at another location across town, Rey was on her own - her first solo assignment.

In fact, given the fact that she'd just robbed one of the main First Order banks, she only had time to think about getting away. To be caught meant interrogation, or death.

In the short amount of time they'd communicated with him to set up the job, he never revealed his real name, only his street name, Kylo Ren. She had no idea where it came from, or why she used it. Not that it mattered, she was, after all, just Rey. No last name.

The black-clad motorcyclist revved the engine as soon as he saw her running in his direction. The heist had been not for money - too obvious, and they had digital means of siphoning funds from the First Order - but rather for information. The innocuous USB drive, tucked safely inside her black lace bra, had details that could help undo the giant corporation.

As she neared the motorcycle, the driver extended his hand, wrapped in black leather, as she swung on the back of his bike. He quickly offered her a helmet, saying nothing, as she clipped it in place.

From far away, she hadn't been able to judge his size, but as she gripped on to his considerable torso, she swore she could feel an eight-pack through his jacket, the same color and material to match his gloves. Her contact with him was all the indication he needed. The lights of the city whipped around them and soon the noise of the sirens faded away.

They were making good time, when Rey almost bit her tongue, as the driver skidded to a quick stop, swerving into a tight alley, then stopping the engine, flipping the lights off, and remaining still. Rey had to grip tightly, but momentum took her and more or less pressed her into his broad back. She'd done her best to maintain her distance, even as they made sharp turns, and escalated speeds. Now, however, his warmth soaked through and she realized just how long it had been since she'd had male contact of this variety.

Working with the Resistance hadn't given her much time for physical relationships.

Kylo kept quiet, his breathing slightly escalated, and an unmarked police car drove by, one that Rey hadn't seen.

He quietly restarted the engine, then they made their way towards her drop off point - a location Rey had been originally excited to arrive at, but now found herself wishing the location was a bit further, digging for some excuse that would keep Kylo from riding into the night.

He slowed a few meters away from the warehouse that served as a safe house for the Resistance. Lit by a lone streetlight, he pulled to the dark corner on the far side of the building. Turning off his bike, he leaned it on its kickstand, which Rey took as a sign that her ride was over - never mind the throbbing between her thighs. She hopped off and removed her helmet, passing it back across, wondering if Kylo would reveal himself.

He paused, and pushed back his visor, revealing a pair of pretty dark eyes in the low light. If he wanted to say something further, he didn't, and snapped the visor back into place, leaving Rey breathless and frustrated.

As she punched the keypad to enter the safe house, she was greeted by an exuberant Finn, who wrapped her into a big hug. Passing over the small drive, she walked to a remote stand, pretending to research the information she'd stolen.

Instead, Rey spent her evening trolling through the Resistance database for details about the mysterious Kylo Ren.

AN: 'Solo assignment' tee hee. Also, I would love love love to see any part of this illustrated. And I should probably continue this one at some point.