Rey felt her teeth chattering as she adhered to Captain Phasma's order to stay rooted before the front of the sleek First Order shuttle.

It was starting to get dark and she could see the glow of the sputtering fires which were still burning amongst the ruins of D'Qar. The attack had been brutally efficient and the base had fallen swiftly. She could still hardly believe what had happened. Rey had expected to be making a snow angel today, but instead had an unscheduled appointment with the ultimate dark angel.

"Just how long is Kylo Ren going to keep me standing here? I'm colder than a wampa's tit!" she wondered.

The wingtips of the shuttle started to whir and the coloured lights that ran down the sides of the craft; bathed the landing bay and assembled persons in a dream-like rainbow effect.

"It looks similar to the dance floors in the nightclubs on Coruscant," thought Rey oddly.

The hatch of the shuttle was finally starting to open and bright neon lighting flooded out of the interior. The ramp of the shuttle hit the ground with a hollow clank and a figure was awkwardly descending. Although the interior light was blinding her somewhat, she could tell from the height and posture that it was not Kylo Ren. Instead she saw the wheezing frame of a man with reddish-gold coloured hair and a sour expression. He was hauling a large bundle over his shoulders and was clearly not happy he was performing this heavy-labour task. Rey identified him as General Hux from the insignia on his uniform so perhaps his frustration was not unwarranted, he was pretty high ranking and surely this menial task was beneath him. She sympathised with him a little bit… they were both similarly at the mercy of the maniacal whims of Lord Ren.

With a strong flourish General Hux threw out the bundle in front of the ramp. It became apparent it was a long strip of black finely woven carpet and the end fell just short of Rey's feet when it had finished unrolling. Hux gave her a withering yet strangely envious look; before stepping backwards and standing to attention on the right side of the hatch, parallel to Captain Phasma on the other side.

She became aware of faint music starting to play and the beat was getting steadily louder. She frowned and looked about. The sound was all around her echoing in the forest and reverberating off the walls of the base. The First Order troops must have set up many large speakers, to get this sort of surround-sound experience.

"This is getting very surreal," Rey thought, "Is it a dream?"

The music had an electronic synthesiser sound, again very similar to the Coruscant techno harmonies she'd danced to on her last holiday to the Old Republic capital. She quite liked the loud and catchy thumping beat of the tune, but was too much in dread of what it might signify to enjoy it.

Inexplicably, Rey could hear the amassed stormtroopers cheering. "Had their discipline broken?" she wondered. Captain Phasma had made no move to quiet them.

She looked back to the open shuttle hatch in time to see a tall and commanding man looming at the top of the ramp. He was dressed in a tailored black jumpsuit, black leather boots and belt; all covered with the flowing black robes of his Sith grandsire. The helmet he wore reflected the multitude of lights which were now flashing in time with the rhythm of the hypnotic melodies. He descended with a swagger to the ground basking in the ever-building crescendo of chants and sycophantic whistles of the troops spread across the landing bay. The air was electric with anticipation and brown-nosing worship.

The flashes of cameras taking photos could be seen everywhere. Armoured stormtroopers and dome-helmeted foot soldiers alike clambered to get the best angles and shots.

If she listened carefully she could pick out some of the individual callouts:

"Kylo we love you!"
"Looking good Kylo!"
"Kylo over here!"
"Look everyone its Kylo!

Ren did not acknowledge his adoring fans, instead he kept his mask visor firmly locked on Rey.

Two flametroopers flanked his imposing frame… his wingmen from hell.

Rey saw Kylo, master of the Knights of Ren and terror of the First Order raising a black microphone to the mouthpiece of his helmet.

"Force protect us!" she cringed "Was he actually going to sing!?..."

Holocron projectors had been placed to each side of the shuttle and now started to activate. The combined beams formed a floating image in the sky above her. She scoffed as a static Sepia toned images of Kylo Ren appeared. It was a paused movie… "When is someone going to hit the play button and get this nightmare over with!?" she wondered.

**Go to: "Kylo Ren X Rey (MMMGorgeous)" on Youtube to see the music video that goes with the story below. OR go to the Archive of our own (A03) site to see the combined story video spectacular! Don't know how to embed or even get URLs to work here on this site, sorry**

"You just can't resist me Rey," she heard in him whisper in her mind and thus he began the courting song of the damned!

~ Is it my eyes when you look at me? ~
~ They are so gorgeous… they'll set you free ~

Kylo Ren started to approach her, stalking his prey along the VIP carpet.

~ Could it be my walk? Or just my stare? ~
~ That makes you freeze… when I appear ~

He now took off his helmet, throwing it into the crowd and ran his hand back through his waves of jet-black hair.

~ Super good-looking, every hair in place ~
~ Everyone loves… this gorgeous face ~
~ You can't deny my beauty-shot… ~

He turned suddenly and pointed at General Hux

~ I'm everything… that you are not! ~

The audience whooped and hooted, joining their exalted leader in singing the chorus.

~ Part Man, but all model ~
~ Am I what you want?… Am I who you follow? ~

He was almost upon her now, he suavely strutting towards her position.

~ Don't try and fight it, you can't deny ~
~ This is perfection… personified! ~

Rey felt like her nose was about to bleed as he tilted his head to the side to show her his striking profile.

~ Piercing eyes and a chiselled jaw ~
~ Moulded by the Gods… Without a flaw ~
~ Can you feel the presence... of greatness near? ~
~ This hair, this look… ~

~ Prince Pretty's here! ~

Suddenly he had reached her… he sharply waved his hand behind him and the music cut out abruptly and the sounds of his adoring fans ebbed away.

All was quiet once more.

Kylo Ren towered over Rey, she defiantly looked up at his face with flashing hazel eyes. He was smirking at her with undisguised lust.

He cast down his microphone to the snowy ground and unashamedly wrapped his long arms around her waist, drawing her up against his body in a sweeping embrace. Ren lifted her chin upwards with one black-leather gloved hand and brought his face close to hers. His hot breath was condensing in the bitter evening air and was mingling with her own.

"Hello Valentine," he purred

The song had not lied, those intense piercing eyes were mesmerising, causing her to shiver with both fear and… sickening desire.

Ren ran his hands up the arch of her back and stroked her silky brown hair, letting the ends of the ribbons she was wearing dance over his fingers.

"I like this look on you," he said approvingly. "It's good to see you made some effort to look nice for me, that jacket is ugly as sin though. I know you're poor, but surely my little scavenger owns something with a little bit more class?"

Angrily Rey used the Force the push Kylo Ren away from her. He let her go in surprise.

"That was quite a performance Ben." She quipped back at him. "It must be difficult to be so vain with that scar running down your face, would you like me to carve you another one to even it out a bit? It'll be easier to blow your head off with a nice big X to target." She laughed.

"Oh you'll be blowing my head off soon Rey… but not the one on my shoulders!" he shouted at back at her.

Rey drew her lightsaber, pressing the ignition button. A bright blue pillar of light emerged from the top of the metal hilt. "I'd sooner wank-off a wookie!"

"So his little Rey wanted another lightsaber battle did she?" thought Ren. He felt his black boxers tightening in anticipation of once more clashing their blades together in a hail of sparks and wrestling her in the snow."In front of all his troops as well…! She was kinkier than he'd given her credit for," he thought slyly. However he was freezing his balls off and Ren decided he would prefer their foreplay be conducted in the warmth of his quarters back on the Finalizer.

Kylo Ren drew his own lightsaber and ignited it. The blood-red crackling plasma sword hummed with power as the cross-guards flared out from the hilt. He made a show of twisting the blade with his wrist and between each hand.

"You can't win Rey, I've rebuilt my lightsaber, it is more powerful than ever."

Rey narrowed her eyes and confidently stared him down as she held her lightsaber sideways. There was suddenly another hiss and a blinding white beam of light sprung out of the bottom end of the hilt, creating a double bladed weapon of breath-taking blue and sizzling silver.

Kylo Ren's jaw dropped in horror.

"What a co-incidence, I've rebuilt your grandad's lightsaber too." Rey said venomously.

Rey lunged at Ren, but he recovered his composure in time to raise his blade and block her attack. He angrily slashed back at her in return. "How could you do that Rey? That was Darth Vader's original lightsaber; it was priceless and now you've ruined it!" he despairingly thought.

They smashed their blades over and over again as hundreds of stormtroopers and one stressed-out General looked on.

Although he was getting hot under the collar watching Rey weave and parry around him with her new toy, he was starting to tire of this cosmic ballet. It was time to get serious.

As soon as he saw her leave he right side open, he hooked his long blade between her arms and thrust upwards, using his cross-guard to pull the staff-like weapon out of her grip. It shut down and was flung towards the shuttle, where it was then expertly caught in the chrome glove of Captain Phasma.

Rey gaped. The silly girl seemed to be debating on what to try next. He quickly put his lightsaber blade close to her neck, forcing her to yield. He felt like he was getting mixed signals from her and needed clarification.

"Why do you continue to fight me Rey? I rushed here as quickly as I could when I received your card. We burnt out the hyperdrive on the Finalizer just to make it in time for Valentine's Day, but you seem... vexed with me."

"What is he talking about?" Rey wondered

"I never sent you any card, you deluded creep!" yelled Rey. She could feel the hot crimson heat of Kylo Ren's lightsaber searing into the skin of her neck. "Of course I'm vexed, you just destroyed my home, killed and injured a good many of my friends and compelled me to watch your God-awful music video and listen to your fucking tone-deaf singing!"

"Don't lie to me scavenger, you yearn for my touch; here is the proof". He reached into his robes and flushed out a small card which looked strangely familiar… It was a blurry Friday night memory but she could see crayons in her hands, wine bottles surrounding her, drunken girlish laughter and the acrid smell of portion bread being cooked up.

"Uh-Oh," she realised

"You sent me this valentine along with a chunk of inedible food, but I appreciated your sentiment; even though it was cheap and tacky. I was so happy when I received it, that I only choked three of my minions that day." Ren said earnestly. "I know I may come on a bit strong sometimes, but I just want to be with you so badly, plus you're hot as fuck!"

Rey was feeling guilt, but strangely it was not just for the destruction of D'Qar base. She tried to think of a way to let Kylo Ren down gently without her losing a limb.

"Listen Ben…" she began

"Call me Kylo Ren… no better yet call me Master Kylo" he said excitedly

"Master Kylo?" she ventured

"Yes Padawan?" he responded happily.

"I think I probably did send you that package… but I didn't mean to, I was really, really drunk. Sorry if I got your hopes up, can we just forget it happened?

Rey could see the veins popping in Kylo Ren's temple. She could feel the waves of anger and …heartbreak… flowing through the Force. He could decapitate her at any moment… However after a few tense moments, he instead switched off his lightsaber. Rey was shocked and edged backwards ready to fight with her fists if she had to.

"Captain Phasma, recall all First Order units, it's time to go home, we've finished what we started here," he ordered.

Phasma nodded and started talking into her comm system. The troops soon started to leave the immediate area and headed towards the various shuttles and transports that were littered around D'Qar.

Kylo Ren had turned his back to her and stayed mute as dozens of ships started to soar into the night sky towards the twinkling stars and Rey dared not move until she was sure he was not going to strike her down with all his might and comprehensively complete his journey towards the Dark Side.

Finally he spun around and grabbed her shoulders, before leaning downwards and thoroughly snogging her with his full and generous lips. Her stomach was dancing butterflies but she liked it, Force-damn her she liked it!

When he pulled away from her he gave her one of his charming smirks. "You know I can take whatever I want scavenger, however I find I am still addicted to the thrill of the hunt." He waved at Captain Phasma and used the Force to retrieve Rey's lightsaber hilt. It floated across the landscape and magically clipped itself back onto her belt without her touching it all.

"Go Rey," said the enigmatic Master Kylo. "I want you to run as far away as you can, hide away in the deepest corners of the Galaxy. Challenge me,resist me… it will make it all the more sweeter when I commit to your eventual capture and finally ravish you within in an inch of your life!"

He bowed formally to her then, wrapping his thick robes around his shoulders and striding back up the black carpet from whence he came. He gave her one last horny look as he ascended back up the ramp of his shuttle, General Hux hot at his heels.

The engines revved up and within the passing of a minute the insect-like plane was airborne. Rey blinked as she saw something being ejected from one of its gun ports, landing on a patch of snow on the ground below. Soon afterwards the wings extended fully and the shuttle flew upwards into space. A wink of light confirmed to her that the ship along with him, had left the planet and gone to lightspeed.

Rey felt exhausted and flabbergasted by the events of the night.

She could see Poe staggering back towards the base and a sweaty man was rushing to greet him... it was Finn. When the two of them met, they hugged long and hard before sharing an intimate kiss. Rey smiled, despite the craziness of this Valentine's Day, at least true love had found its mark with those two.

Now that the First Order had seemingly abandoned their occupation of D'Qar, a handful of resistance members were emerging from the buildings and surveying the damage. She left them to it… she was more interested investigating what had dropped from Kylo Ren's departing shuttle.

Stomping through the slush tiredly, she discovered a bouquet of beautiful black roses. They were wrapped in black paper and had many thorns lining the stems. The simple card was written in his distinctive cursive handwriting.

Happy Valentine's Day. Love From Kylo Ren XXXXXX

THE END (or is it..?)