***Author's Note***
Hello, again, my dear readers! I am so touched that this story has had the response it has, thus far. Now, I promised you that there would be lemon-y goodness in this chapter, and I always keep my word...Enjoy!
Rey woke slowly and groggily. At first, she wasn't sure where she was. Then, as she lay on the forest floor, it came to her; she rolled dizzily to her feet, looking for the Knights, but there were none to be seen. As she stood slowly up, something strange occurred to her. She was alive. And, apparently, alone. But, where were the Knights? Rey winced at the wound on her chest, grateful that her back was not broken. But her gratitude was short-lived as she staggered into a tree, head spinning. She clutched to the tree for dear life as she vomited stomach acid; Rey carefully felt the back of her head. To her dismay, she found her hair matted with blood; exploring further, she found a wound where her head had connected with the boulder. If not for the Force, she was sure she would be dead.
Which lead to the second oddity: Where were the Knights? As Rey looked around the clearing, she quickly found the answer. They had all been cut down, and the markings on the bodies were unmistakably those of a light-saber. But Master Luke was nowhere to be found, so who...her breath shuddered out of her. Finally, she saw him, lying there in the muck and the mud. Kylo Ren? Came the incredulous thought. But why would he...save me?
Slowly, Rey crept closer to him. Kylo Ren lay motionless on the sodden earth; even his chest was still. She knelt beside his body, looking for any signs of life. She felt at his wrists and neck for a pulse, but she felt nothing. Curiously, she reached towards him with the Force, expecting to feel nothing. But to her astonishment, there was a slight flicker; he was alive! Rey had to make a decision, and fast. Ah, hell, she thought, Much as I'd like to, I can't just leave him here to die.
Rey took stock of his injuries, and realized just how hard he must have fought to save her; his left arm had been severed, just below the elbow, and his right leg, exactly at the knee. She took the hunting knife that she kept, always hidden, in her boot and hobbled over to one of the fallen Knights, cutting off strips of cloth as she went. Now, they weren't exactly clean, but they would have to do for bandages until she could get some shelter up and a fire going. Rey started to remove her own tunic, deciding there was little she could do for Kylo Ren if she were bleeding to death, herself. She quickly bound her wound as best she could, and put her tunic back on. Then, she turned her attentions to Kylo Ren. She reached up to remove his helmet, but could not figure out where the damned buttons were. Rey sighed in frustration, and left the stupid, ugly thing in place. Instead, she pushed as much of his clothing out of the way as she could manage.
First, she wrapped the remainder of his elbow as tightly as she could; she didn't want to cause any more damage than had already been done. Once that was finished, she did the same for his leg. Rey then turned her attention to Kylo Ren's "lesser" wounds; not that any of them were "lesser". She shook her head in amazement; how could a person take such a beating, and still be alive, however faintly? Kylo Ren's chest and back seemed to be in the worst shape, so Rey placed one of her knees on either side of his hips and leaned down to put her arms around his massive shoulders. Rey heaved his impressive mass and wrapped some makeshift bandages around his chest and back. She panted and groaned with the effort. Damn it, he was heavy. Her chest screamed in protest as Rey continued the process, until a layer of bandages covered Kylo's entire torso. She stood to admire her handiwork, and saw the very slightest of shivers ripple his skin. Rey took the cloaks off of the six dead Knights and draped them carefully off of Kylo Ren.
Rey then set about setting up a short-term camp. She dragged the bodies of the Knights into the forest, after stripping them of anything useful. No use drawing large predators into their camp while Rey was sleeping. She then searched the clearing for long sticks and strong vines that she could use to make a basic shelter. Rey lashed together enough large sticks that she could make a sturdy enough lean-to shelter. She fitted together three walls and an overhanging "roof" it wasn't luxurious, but it was large enough for the two of them. Next, Rey gathered together a large number of ferns and laid them about the floor, sides, and roof to keep as much water out as possible. In the open end of the shelter, Rey dug a pit for their fire, and lined it with rocks, making sure that the fire pit was beneath the overhanging "roof". Finally, Rey gathered enough fallen branches to last through the night. She looked around sheepishly, then used the Force to will the wood dry. Lighting her saber-staff, Rey carefully drove one end of the saber into the pile of kindling, just long enough for the wood to catch. Satisfied, Rey stumped over to Kylo Ren's still-motionless form and dragged him under the shelter, trying desperately not to hurt him any further.
At this point, Rey was exhausted. She glanced at Kylo Ren, and found that his breathing had improved, slightly. Well, at least she could see his chest (barely) moving now. She knew she had to give him what warmth she could, so she crawled under the pile of cloaks, placed her right arm over his chest, and her head on his shoulder. Rey was asleep in moments.
Kylo Ren was floating. At least, that's what it felt like. There was such peace; if this was what death felt like, he didn't mind in the slightest. There was a light; sort of reddish, in the distance. Just a pinprick, really, but Kylo Ren found himself being drawn to it. It was very warm, this light. Quite pleasant; so pleasant, in fact that it took a moment for him to notice the dull burning sensation that came from his right leg and left arm. No, he thought, stop it. I don't like it. The closer he got to the warm, reddish glow, the burning grew more evident. Please, someone stop the burning. I'm on fire! Can't you see I'm on fire? Oh, it's spreading! Someone stop the burning!
Kylo Ren's eyes snapped open, and a scream erupted from his lips. He saw someone come rushing over to him, and begin to dab some sort of mixture onto his body. He struggled at first, but then the burning sensation began to abate. As his thrashing stilled and his vision cleared, Kylo Ren realized with astonishment just who it was that was tending him. It was the girl! His scavenger was here, with him. Kylo Ren tried to sit up, but Rey pushed him back down.
"You must lay still, or you'll tear open your wounds. I've only just gotten them to stay closed, so I would take it as a kindness if you didn't undo my handy work," the girl said testily. Rey stood and walked over to a large fire, where she seemed to be preparing a stew of some kind.
"Why are you here?" Kylo Ren asked, startled when he realized his helmet was still on. No wonder I can't breathe, he thought.
Rey looked down and shuffled her feet. "I couldn't figure out how to get the helmet off, and you didn't have a lot of time. If you tell me how, I can remove it. If you'd like," Rey added hastily.
Kylo Ren nodded. "If you look at the base, along the jawline, there are indentations. Pres these gently, and the mask will slide open. After that, it's easy to slide off."
Rey nodded and leaned close. She was so close that Kylo could feel the press of Rey's breasts against his chest. His breath constricted in his lungs, and his trousers tightened embarrassingly. Oh, not now, he thought. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Rey's clever fingers found the grooves and pressed. The mask slid apart, and Rey carefully lifted the helmet off of Kylo's head.
"Is that better?"
Kylo nodded. "Yes; thank you. It was getting difficult to breath in there."
Rey stood and limped over to the fire. Kylo frowned; Rey was in obvious pain, but she was taking care of him. It should be the other way around, he thought in irritation.
"Here," Rey was walking back to Kylo with some sort of bowl. "I know it's not fancy, but I made the bowl myself, out of a piece of that boulder over there. I had to use your light-saber; I hope you don't mind. It's not pretty, but it works. Let me help you sit up." Rey started to reach for him, but Kylo shook his head.
"I can manage," he said stubbornly.
Like father, like son, Rey thought. "Look, I really don't think that's a good idea." But Kylo was already pressing the remains of his left arm into the ground. Kylo Ren was always pale, but now his face looked as though it were made of wax. Rey lunged towards him and helped him struggle upright, leaning his back against her chest. "I warned you," she said sympathetically.
Kylo looked down at his left side. It looked...strange. Come to think of it, so did his right side. The makeshift blankets were lying oddly flat where his right leg should be; suddenly, the memory came flooding back: the woosh and snap of a light-saber hitting its mark, the stench of burning flesh and boiling blood, and the dull thud of something hitting the ground. "Oh," he said weakly, "that's right."
Against her better judgment, Rey felt compassion for the man stirring in her heart. "I'm sorry you were so badly hurt. I'm quite grateful, really I am," she mumbled into Kylo's hair.
Kylo looked back at her, stunned. "You're welcome," he replied after a long, uncomfortable pause.
"I'm going to help you eat, now, Kylo Ren," Rey said softly. Kylo blanched at the sound of his name. "What's the matter? Is it your arm?"
"No, it's that...name. Please; if you don't mind, I'd rather not hear that name, ever again.:"
Rey's expression fell in confusion. "Well, then, what should I call you?"
"You could always use my name; Ben...Ben Solo." Rey stared at him, stunned into silence.
Finally, she smiled softly at him. "Okay, then, Ben. Now, open your mouth." Rey spooned some stew into his mouth, and waited patiently for him to swallow. "Now, not too much. I don't know what you can handle right now, but you have to eat something."
"It's good," replied Ben. "What is it?"
"It's some kind of rabbit-like creature that I called to me with the Force. I hated to do it, but I couldn't leave you to hunt, so..." Ben stared at her for a long moment.
"Thank you, Rey; but you didn't have to do that." They didn't speak again until he had finished the bowl of stew.
"Now; lay back down and get some rest, Ky...Ben. Sorry; Ben. Get some sleep."
Now that he thought about it, Ben did feel tired. He obediently laid his head down and closed his eyes. He was instantly asleep.
Rey rose over him, her sun-kissed skin shimmering gently in the firelight. This woman was his, and Ben never wanted to touch another, ever again. Ben watched as Rey stripped off her dress. Ben reached to remove his own clothing, but Rey stopped him.
"Let me," she said flirtatiously. She reached forward and worked the robe off of his shoulders. Rey ran her fingers lightly down his chest, leaving trails of pleasantly tingling goosebumps behind. Rey smiled with sheer mischief as she slid slowly down Ben's chest and legs, lying her face on the inside of his thigh. Ben could already feel his manhood stiffening. Rey took the hem of his trousers in her teeth, and crawled backwards, pulling his trousers off.
"Hmm," Rey teased, "that looks uncomfortable. I should probably do something about that." She lowered her face to Ben's hardening member and slowly licked it, from tip to base, and back. She took his manhood into her mouth, and began to draw her head back and forth, so that at times, his manhood was plunged far down Rey's throat, and at others, she had barely the tip in her mouth.
When Ben felt that he could stand it no longer, Rey released him, and stood. She positioned herself over him, and slowly lowered herself onto his throbbing member. Ben moaned in ecstasy. Rey rocked her hips, forward and back, until Ben lunged upwards, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Ben's hips worked a furious rhythm and he pounded himself into Rey, relishing each wet sound, and the soft, mewling noises that were coming from her throat. At last, he sensed that she was nearing her climax, and Ben knew he could wait no longer.
"Rey, I'm coming!" He plunged himself deep into her tight, wet warmth and felt his seed release into her, even as he felt her tighten around him. Ben rested his cheek against her breasts as he panted for breath.
Ben woke with a start. He looked down at the tiny scavenger girl that was curled against him in sleep. Quietly, and as slowly as he could, Ben took hold of his enormous erection, and began to stroke it. Before long, his breath caught in his chest as he reached his climax. Well, he thought, this is going to be complicated.
***Author's Note***
See? See? I told you! Lemon-y goodness! Also, you didn't really think I'd kill Kylo Ren, did you? This is a romance, people! hahaha. Hope you liked this chapter! Please leave your honest reactions in the reviews section, along with any constructive criticisms you may have. Thank you so very much for reading, as usual.