A/N: I'm honesty writing this as it goes, so I don't exactly know what's going to happen with this fic. I will most likely end it in a way that allows you guys to imagine what happens and maybe write a sequel to it if I'm not too busy once college starts again. You can always leave your thoughts in the reviews! Thank you so much for favoriting/reviewing it. xo.
She'd woken up pressed against his body, his arm wrapped around her so tight she could barely move. When she finally turned around to face him, Rey saw his face in a state she'd never seen. He seemed peaceful as he slept, his breath slow and even. For long minutes, she observed him, reaching to brush her fingers over his cheek but changed her mind at the last second. He was still Kylo Ren, the man who had killed Han Solo. He was a murderer and there she was, laying naked next to him.
They found their way back to Kylo's hut on the night of the second day. Braving the storm was worth the firepit and the dry clothes he'd lent her once they were hidden from the rain, Rey thought. She sat in front of the fire for a long while, watching him as he occupied himself around his home. He had enough food and water for the two of them, and his bed was more comfortable than the palm-made cot they'd slept on the night before. She tightened the cloak around her shoulders and found his scent on it, a mix of salt and rain and something that was completely his. Finally, when he was done with his task, he came and sat next to her at a respectable distance. They had talked for a while, and eventually, Rey asked him what he saw in his dreams about her.
"Sometimes, you're drowned in sunlight. It feels so real, it's like I could reach out and feel the warmth of your skin underneath my fingertips. I can hear your voice as if you were whispering straight into my ear. And sometimes, I feel the coldness of your skin, and I can see life draining from your eyes and I'm left powerless. I don't know if it's my fault but I'm left with this sensation that I can't explain."
Rey's lips stretched into a slight smile. "It almost sounds as if you care about me."
"Enough to dream about you dying and being fucked up by it."
It was strange to hear him curse, but she didn't say anything about it. Looking over at him, she tilted her head, resting her chin in her hand. "I have dreams about you, too." She simply said, but he didn't question her about it. He didn't have to. He knew.
She'd been with him for two days and still, Kylo had a hard time coming to terms with reality. No matter how many times he tried to explain it to her, Rey insisted that she was a Padawan, that she was following the Jedi Code. And every time, it ended in an argument.
"I'm just so confused," Rey sighed as she ran a hand over her face.
Her hair was still loose from back when he pulled the ties from it, and because of the humidity, it curled lightly around her face. Wrapped around his black cloak, she looked beautiful, he realized.
"You dream about me. Saving you. Going back to the light. Being redeemed. But sometimes, you dream about me falling further into the darkness. You don't really know how you feel because the Jedi Code forbids human emotions like love and passion and all these things that the Sith Code thrives on. What you felt, when I was taking you. That was passion."
She frowned, tightening the cloak around her shoulders as if it was comforting her.
"But I don't want to be on the Dark side."
"Then you can't feel what you felt last night."
"But I want to feel that."
Kylo could tell she was confused as she paced around, chewing on her bottom lip. Then, she stopped walking around and came back to sit next to him, sighing.
"Stop thinking about it so much," Kylo told her, his dark eyes on her. "You said so yourself; let's just be Rey and Kylo. We can do that again tonight, if you want."
Rey looked back at him in surprise and after a few seconds, smiled. "I do like being Rey and Kylo."
Gently, she reached and took his hand again. Kylo found the contact soothing, strangely. He never liked it when people touched him, whether it was by accident or not, but when it was Rey's skin against his, he enjoyed it. Of course, he would never admit it. "I like it, too." He spoke without really realizing it, biting his lip as soon as the words had left his mouth. "I didn't know you actually liked things," Rey said in a teasing tone. "I like a few things. I like hearing your voice when you ask me to take you," Kylo replied, dark eyes on her lips for a moment. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it gently. "I like hearing you say my name when I make you shudder with pleasure." She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his. He could tell, from the feeling of her in his head, that she enjoyed it as much as she did. Gently, Kylo wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
"Let's be Rey and Kylo, again." She whispered against his mouth, her fingers pushing through his black hair. Slowly, he slid his hand underneath her clothes, his fingers tracing the line of her spine.
"Alright," he replied, kissing her again.
