He had said his piece and was at peace with the prospect of a quick death when he'd handed her his weapon and his life - fully expecting her to take both.

The way he figured it, it was a no lose situation for both of them. When she killed him, she'd have the same sort of spiritual unburdening that he'd experienced after he'd slain Snoke - satifying her hatred for him and saving her from the Darkside while also putting him out of his misery.

His eyes never wavered from Rey's for an instant while her careening emotions flashed across her stupefied face - stunned disbelief, fear, doubt, hope, relief, acceptance, certainty - while she stood there, crying, shaking, and gasping for air.

He was so engrossed in what she was feeling that he nearly jumped out of his skin when his light saber clattered to the floor and she launched herself at him.

He hadn't considered the possibility that she might choose him significant enough to waste his time pondering. The reality of having her in his arms - sobbing and shaking so hard she was difficult to hold onto- sent his entire existence into an out of control whirlwind of emotions and energies that caused his body to shake just as violently as Rey's.

Stunned, he enveloped her in his arms and buried his face into the side of her neck with a sharp inhale. The intoxicating fragrance of her skin shattered his fears and doubts like so many soap bubbles.

Overwhelmed and unable to contain it all he let go of his concious self and felt their minds connect so completely that he could feel her, and knew that she could feel him, as if they shared one body, one mind, and one heart. They desperately clung to each other overwhelmed by surging Force energy that grew even stronger each time it ricocheted from one to the other.

Suddenly their skin burst into pulsating waves of blinding white light and with a feeling of homecoming they sensed the power within them begin to fuse itself and their souls together.

Several heart pounding moments passed as their tattered souls knit seamlessly into a single complete entity. When their union was complete and the light faded away they each pulled back just a little… just enough. Their minds were so inextricably linked that they could see each other through their own eyes and themselves through each other's eyes.

Gazing into the liquid dark pools of his eyes, Rey cupped her lover's face tenderly and touched her lips tenatively to his. His trembling fingers threaded through her hair, holding her gently as their lips parted ever so slightly and began to move in perfect complimentary unison. Neither so much as blinked while the kiss deepened, seemingly with a life of it's own, carrying them both away with an almost desperate desire for more.

The first touch of their tongues sent a jolt through them so powerful that the light saber beside them actually slid a full meter across the floor. The unexpectedly loud skittering of steel across a hard surface startled them and as one they broke apart to gape at the spinning weapon in shock.

When their eyes turned back to each other Rey's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his dazzling, perfectly-imperfect smile.

"You have a beautiful smile." She blurted, dazzled by him even more.

"I'm glad you like it." He grinned and kissed her briefly before adding, "You're going to be seeing it a lot."

"Promise?" She asked, mirroring his peck on the lips.

"Everything." He swore and kissed her hungrily for several minutes before the thought of their surroundings entered into their shared conciousness and they reluctantly drew away from each other.

They walked onto the bridge together.

"Open all channels." He ordered briskly.

"All channels to the Fleet, My Lord?" Perez asked.

"Every channel." He said firmly, focusing on the task at hand. "And sub this." He added, using the Force to float a datadisc through the air to the communications officer.

Several pairs of startled eyes turned toward him.

The confused officer inserted the disc into a slot on the data board and started taping furiously on the coms unit interface. The taping stopped and the man nodded to him.

"To everyone who can hear this message, I am Supreme Leader Kylo Ren of the First Order. I am ordering an immediate termination of hostilities in all sectors and at all levels. All First Order personnel and ships are here-by ordered to stand down. Do not fire until fired upon, unless I personally authorize it. I propose a conference, one month from now on Correlia. It is my belief that by working together we can achieve a lasting peace that we will all be able to enjoy and prosper from. The details of this proposal are being broadcast as a subroutine in this communication." He nodded to Perez.

"Clear, My Lord." The astonished man mused more than reported.

Ben looked at the people on the bridge, making brief eye contact with each one. He read approval, shock, and varying degrees of pride coming off of each and every one of them. His entire bridge approved. He wasn't quite able to process that. He looked at Rey last and the flood of feelings that hit him nearly caused his knees to buckle.

"Captain, you have the bridge." He said as calmly as if he hadn't just invited every person with access to a ship or weapon to come and kill them. That included the captains and crews of the 327 ships already surrounding them.

She met him at the door and then followed him through the corridor where they passed staring crewmembers with every step.

'How many people work in this area?' She wondered idly as she eyed the multitudes of silently staring people that lined the walls of the wide corridor.

'Not this many, stay sharp.' He thought, tension tightening every part of him including his mindvoice.

She could feel his tension and it added to her own.

It was a long, tense, thirty yards to his quarters.

When the door hissed shut behind them they both let out a long harsh breath.

She turned to him and said, "What should I call you?"

His mind did a double take. He was startled by the question as much as he was by the fact that she was asking it.

"That's the first thing you say after all that?" He gaped at her.

"It's the only thing I need to know, right now." She said seriously.

"You do realize we could be murdered any second now, right?" He asked, incredulous.

"Then answer me." She frowned slightly.

"Call me Ben." He said after a momentary pause.

"I love you, Ben." She said with heartfelt sincerity.

"I love you, too, Rey." He said just as sincerely though a smile tugged at his lips.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked rhetorically.

"Way ahead of you." He said, grabbing her around the middle and lifting her off the floor as their mouths met.

Rey wrapped her legs around Ben's waist as he lifted her off of the floor. From this position, with their minds connected she could feel the pleasurable sensation that rubbing against him gave them both. It was unlike anything either had felt before. Even through the layers of clothing she could feel the shape of him. She shifted her hips to cup him and moaned at the sensation as her heat enveloped him and his stiffness stroked against the sensitive little nub between the folds of her femininity. It was so overwhelming that they had no choice but break off kissing to gulp in air.

He shifted his hips and the sensation spiraled through them both again. They had no need for words with their minds so completely entwined, no need for instruction when they could feel everything the other felt. She ground herself against him but had to stop almost immediately when his knees went nearly weak enough to buckle.

He released his bruisingly tight grip on her bottom and she slid to the floor. No sooner had her feet touched down than she started tugging at his clothes, wanting them off immediately if not sooner.

"How…? Never mind." She said with a growl and ripped his top open with her bare hands.

She could feel the tightening in his groin as her lips found the pulse at his throat while her hands explored the rock hard plains of his chest.

He could feel the pressure building deep in her lower belly as the smell and taste of his skin consumed her. He felt the spiral of pleasure that shot from her nipples to her womb as those hard little buds rubbed against him. He needed to see her, to taste her, to feel her feeling him do that. With trembling hands he tugged her top off and dropped it there by door.

He feasted his eyes on her for only a few stunned heartbeats and then fell upon her breasts like a starving man. His hands and mouth at her breast demolished them both. When neither could take it a moment longer he plunged his hands into the waistband of her trousers and, dropping to his knees, he dragged them down her legs. His mouth found the spot on her lower belly, just below her navel, behind which the pressure of her arousal was building to an almost unbearable level. He kissed that spot, running his hands up the back of her thighs to grip her bottom once more.

He stood slowly, trailing kisses from hairline to jawline then pulled her off her feet again. He could feel her nervousness mingling with his own as he sat her gently on the edge of the bed and knelt down to remove her boots and the trousers that were bunched around them.

With that done he spread her legs wide apart and drank in the details of her with his eyes until she started to become uncomfortable with his staring.

"Sorry, you're just so beautiful." He said without a hint of remorse.

She sat up and pulled him against her for a long breathless kiss. "My turn." She said, wordlessly urging him to stand. He kicked off his boots as her trembling fingers unfastened his britches.

"Oh, my." She gasped when his erection sprang free of it's confinement. She tugged at his britches until they fell to the floor, where he stepped out of them and kicked them away. She glanced up at his slightly reddened face, then back down. He could read the question in her mind and replied with a wordless thought of encouragment.

She reached out slowly, her hand fluttering as hard as her heart. She could feel his anticipation and it was so delicious she considered prolonging it just a while longer. His breath caught in his throat nearly strangling him as he watched that trembling hand move ever closer… closer… until finally she touched him. A jolt ripped through them both as she ran her fingertips lightly up his length from base to tip. She marveled at the silky texture of his skin, he was blown away by the feel of her featherlight caress. The tension inside of her nearly boiled over when she closed her fist around him and felt his response to that.

She gave him a light experimental squeeze and then ran her fist lightly up his length. The sensation that those tenative actions flooded into their shared conciousness were far too delectible to not do it again. A bead of liquid, almost like a tear formed on the tip of his erection and without even thinking about it she lapped it off with her tongue.

Groaning, he clenched his teeth, panting, his fists clenching and releasing in time with her orgasm as the tension inside of her boiled over, washing through her whole lower abdomen. The shockwave of pleasure was so intense she could do nothing but hold him in her hand and shudder as her womb spasmed and a gush of liquid heat flowed from her body with each spasm.

When the spasms subsided she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was looking at her with his face set in stone, jaw clenched, eyes blazing as hot as a star. Deliberately she leaned out and licked him again never taking her eyes off of his. His member bucked against her hand and she licked him again, each stroke of her tongue stoking the fire inside her.

She could feel what it cost him to stand there motionless as she explored him with her mouth and hands. When he was nearly out of his mind with need she thought to him, 'let go.'

He couldn't have held on another heartbeat if his life depended on it. His orgasm ripped through her like a hurricane of sensation, sending her spiralling out of control as she gave in to another of her own. The pulses of their orgasms were in perfect rhythm with the hot spew of liquid sliding down her throat and gushing from her womb.

For one dizzying moment only the sensation existed.

When the last spasms subsided he dropped to his knees and shoved her gently backwards. This time when he knelt between her legs and spread them wide he feasted on her with his lips and tongue in addition to his eyes.

The feel of his mouth on her was just as intoxicating and raw and powerful as the feel of her mouth on him had been as he explored every sensation he could conjure with his mouth, his tongue, his lips and even his breath. He suckled the tiny throbbing nub, and swirled the tip of his tongue around it, testing varying degrees of pressure, speed and direction until she was lost in a mindless haze of need.

He barely noticed the pain in his scalp as she grabbed two fistfulls of his hair when another orgasm ripped through her. He caught the liquid spray of her climax with his mouth and drank every drop as it spurted out of her. Then he licked the moisture from her folds and turned to feast on the supple skin of her thighs. His own need was nearly overwhelming but his need to taste her skin was greater. He licked, kissed and nibbled every delectible inch of her between her knees and her collarbones. Each caress sending pleasure spiralling through both of them so strongly that when at last he settled into the cradle of her thighs there was no hessitation on either part as she thrust her hips up to meet his downward thrust. A white hot lance of pain ripped through them both and they froze, gaping at each other in shock.

For a moment neither dared move or speak.

Rey broke the silence, "I think I just figured out why animals scream when they mate." She said with humor, trying to distract Ben from his horrified response to the pain he had caused her.

"I'm so sorry!" He gasped, pulling away from and out of her to stand up, he had no real direction in mind so he just stood there his hands buried in his hair and gaped at her. Then he noticed the blood and started to hyperventilate. "No, no, no no no."

She had to shout to get his attention, "Ben! Calm down! It's alright!"

"No it's not!" He sobbed. "You're bleeding! Medic! You need a medic!"

Her laughter stopped him in his tracks as he turned to get help.

"I'm fine." She assured him. "I'm pretty sure that's supposed to happen."

"Huh?" He did a mental double take.

She sighed and sent a memory of overhearing two rough looking characters talking graphically about a recent conquest, through their shared conciousness. When the memory subsided he sagged with relief.

"I grew up in a rough area, I overheard a lot of things I wish I hadn't. I never thought I'd be grateful to have overheard that, though." She grinned as he climbed back into bed with her.

"I feel like such a fool." He said, pulling her against him and burying his nose in her hair.

"Don't." He was holding her to where her back was against his front so she stroked his forearm as she spoke soothingly. "Don't feel like that. I wasn't expecting the pain, either, and I love that you didn't know about the blood. We get to explore this together with neither one of us knowing anything about it before the other."

"I love you so much, I can't stand the thought of hurting you again." He said hoarsely into her hair.

"You wont." She grasped the back of his hand. "We'll just take it a little slower this time."

"You want to try that again?" He was in awe of her and not for the first time.

She moved his hand from her ribs to her breast and wiggled her bottom against him. "I do, and really soon." She twisted around to face him. "Like… now, soon." She smiled and kissed him.

The kiss deepened and she felt him quicken against her thigh. She slid her mouth down to his neck, his shoulder. She pushed gently and he rolled onto his back. She straddled his thighs and licked, nibbled and kissed every bit of skin between his chin and his navel then reversed her course and inched her way upwards until his ardor matched her own.

She shifted her position until he was poised at the entrance of her body. She paused and gazed into his eyes as slowly, inch by inch she lowered herself onto him until he was buried completely inside of her. She gave him a smokey eyed grin and rolled her hips, grinding against him in a small circle. That was a pleasant sensation so she did it again, making a larger circle. That caused him to slide out and back in an inch or two and increased the pleasantness quite a bit. On the third try she made a wide circle with her hips that caused him to come halfway out and back in. That sensation went beyond pleasant, into the realm of pleasurable so she did it again, and again.

Rey tested different speeds and rhythms until she found a combination that left them both gasping for air. When her climax washed over her he rolled them both over until he was on top and withdrew from her almost completely before plunging back in. Her wanton cry encouraged him and he did it again.

It was an incredible sensation, feeling the pleasure of being inside her hot, slick, tight, pulsing sheath while feeling the spasms from her point of view. He orgasmed and didn't even care, he just kept going, swept up in the shared sensation of being inside of her and feeling what that felt like to her.

Rey was overwhelmed, mindless with pleasure, her entire body awash in wave after dizzying wave. As his tempo increased so too did the speed and intensity of sensations until she lost all touch with reality and simply existed as one prolonged climax. Every thrust of his pelvis sparking off another explosion within her until she was screaming and clawing holes in the bedsheets. They shifted positions several times, sometimes fluidly, sometimes awkwardly, exploring every new sensation thoroughly.

She felt him explode inside of her twice more without even missing a beat of his almost savage rhythm. After what seemed like an eternity they came together with such force that both completely melted, trembling and boneless, gasping for air and too weak to even think.

Several minutes passed before he could even muster the strength to roll off of her.

"Alright," She said when she finally caught her breath. "You can be on top most of the time."

He laughed. "Well, at least we know everybody on this level knows my name, now."

They both laughed until tears poured into their sweat soaked hair. "I'm pretty sure they know mine, too." She said amidst guffaws of delight and snuggled up to his side, using his shoulder for a pillow and then yawned massively.

He stroked her hair idly, his mind replaying the past few hours.

"Unless you're wanting to go again, I suggest you find something else to think about." She mumbled sleepily.