Beneath the Sky

As black as Diamonds

We're running out of Time

He grabbed the side of her neck almost painfully, his thumb pushing up her chin. "Finally!" he breathed, before crushing his lips down on hers. She responded in kind, molding her body against his, her free hand coming up to grab the front of his clothes.

She moaned into their kiss. "More."

He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back, nipping at her jaw and neck. They were heedless of the battle still raging around them, of the cries of despair coming from the Resistance members who had seen Rey's submission to him. Nothing could touch them; nothing would break through the almost visible bubble of darkened Force around them. They were alive, vibrant, complete.

"Later, Sandcat," he breathed into her ear. Rey shivered, her hand clawing at his chest. "Later. Have you forgotten about the battle? Have you forgotten about those that oppose us?" His hand traced over her shoulder and breast so he could wrap his arm around her waist and pull her closer still. "We need to exterminate them, love. We need to weed them out."

"Yes," she whispered in response. "Yes."

"After," he murmured in her ear again, "after, I promise. But first, shall we start our rule of the Galaxy?"

She had turned, fully turned, but he knew the Dark needed to take root, needed some time to settle. He would make sure no more Light managed to touch her.

Rey grinned—a wicked sort of grin he hoped to see much more often. She drew a finger down his cheek, her nail leaving behind a fine scratch.

"I'll hold you to that promise," she said, before looking around her. "Let's get rid of these insects first." She planted another rough kiss on his lips before stepping away and twirling her saber. She frowned down at it. "I need another one."

Kylo laughed. "Then we'll make you one."

Rey glanced at him, satisfaction obvious. "I know where the command center is."

"Do you now?" he answered, brushing his fingers over her cheek once more. Finding the command center—and the people in it—would be just perfect. "Then we shall go there. My queen, lead the way."

Grinning, they both rejoined the fight. Kylo was mesmerised with his new Rey. With nothing holding her back, with no silly notions of good and right, with no morals blocking her moves, his sandcat had turned into a panther.

She moved fluently, without hesitation in her strikes. She cut through her opponents like they were nothing, and all of them hesitated at seeing how she had turned against them. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. Kylo fell back a little, allowing her to have her fun, to revel in her darkness. He growled lowly with excitement; she was a sight to behold.

It didn't take them long to reach the now open front gates of the base—his troops had blasted a hole in them not much earlier. The fighting was intenser here and, smirking, Kylo stepped up next to Rey to cleave a path.

They moved in sync, their Bond making them hyper-aware of the other one's location, movements, and intentions. It reminded him of their fight in the Throne Room. The memory of her refusal then caused his rage to flare up again. After cutting a man in two, he turned to watch Rey. She was with him now, fully with him, and he would make sure she would never leave him again.

Rey caught his eye and grinned, almost thoughtlessly blocking a Resistance member and stabbing him through the chest. Deciding his Troopers could take care of the rest of them, he stepped closer to her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her in for another brutal kiss.

"Do you know how hot you look when you fight like that?" he whispered in her ear. Rey's hand was buried in his hair, where she was pulling at the strands until his scalp tingled. "Show me the way to the command center, my queen; let's end this so we can go home."

She made a noise that was half moan, half agreement. The way she licked her lips as he stepped back was almost his undoing, but he managed to contain himself. Soon, very soon. He followed her as she turned and strode off.

They encountered only a few other Resistance members along the way. It was obvious they had sent everybody out in a desperate attempt to protect their last base. Kylo nearly laughed. That had been all the Resistance had left to offer? How pathetic.

He placed a hand at the small of Rey's back once they reached the door to the control room. "Almost," he whispered in her ear.

She grinned at him over her shoulder, before pressing the security code into the number pad. He was surprised to see the green light turn on. Did they not know one of their own had changed sides? That Rey had changed sides? The idea filled him with a gleeful joy. Such a surprise awaited those few inside.

It was obvious someone was standing guard on the other side of the door. A laser blast shot towards them as the door slid open but Kylo froze it. Rey froze the woman who had shot it. He watched as Rey stepped past the laser bolt, giving the frozen woman a terrific smile.

"Hello, Kaydel," she said, before killing her with a quick blow.

Others spurred into an attack but they were easily disposed of as well. Kylo looked up as a single word—Rey's name—was spoken in an all too familiar voice. He watched Rey's eyes flicker, doubt creating dissonance through the Bond. He moved to stand behind her, one hand sneaking under her shirt to splay across her stomach.

"My son," Leia spoke, sadness colouring her voice as she looked at him. "I have truly lost you this time, haven't I?"

He merely growled at her. She turned her gaze to the woman in his arms. His woman. The sorrow in her eyes grew even more profound.

"Have I lost you too, Rey? Have I really?"

"Leia..." Rey whispered, extinguishing her saber.

Kylo tightened his arm around her, putting his mouth next to her ear. "She has been holding you back, Rey," he whispered, smiling at his mother while doing so. "Remember how you feel, remember how free you are, how you can fight. They have been holding you back with silly lies about good and evil."

"Rey," Leia said again.

He kissed the tender spot behind Rey's ear and smirked as she closed her eyes. "Feel the power, love; feel it. Doesn't it feel good?" He started rubbing his thumb across her stomach. She hummed in response.

"Rey, please."

Kylo turned his smirk towards his mother. "They're still trying to hold you back, my queen." He continued seducing Rey. "You could rule the Galaxy with me, but they don't want you to. They want you as a puppet, not as someone with power." He felt her tense beneath his hand. "Don't you want to get rid of that stain, of their meddling?"

Rey opened her eyes, and by the shocked look on Leia's face, he guessed they were bleeding yellow again.

"Don't you want to reach your full potential?" he murmured. "Don't you want to rid yourself of that past?"

"How?" Rey murmured, still staring at Leia. The old woman had become silent. It pleased Kylo that she knew she was doomed. "How?" Rey repeated.

Kylo grinned again, putting his mouth even closer to her ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. "You kill it, my queen," he answered. "I freed myself by killing my father, the one person holding me back. Do the same, Rey; kill the person who's holding you back. Kill that stain. Kill the past and build a future with me."

He knew that if she killed Leia, the Dark would never let her go. It would permanently kill any Light she possessed, and she would truly be his. They would rule together, just like he wanted.

"I want you, Rey."

A slow smile spread across her lips. "Kill it," she repeated. "Kill what's holding me back."

"Go on," he urged her. "Do it! Free yourself!"

She stepped forward, closer to Leia. His hand moved to rest on her hip. He wanted to feel it, feel her moving as she drove her saber through the last piece of both their pasts.

Leia held her head high. "I forgive you both," she said.

Rey scoffed. "Goodbye, Leia." With a flick of her finger, her saber ignited and pierced straight through the woman's chest.