Tumblr prompt: Exploring the not so wonderful side of the force bond: menstrual pain. Enjoy yourself, Kylo Ren!

Rated K+.

(Also, this was a personal favorite of mine. I hope you enjoy.)

Rey let out a groaning sigh as she collapsed back against the door to her quarters. Flight drill days were long enough, but this particular day felt like it had lasted a week. Every inch of her ached, and parts of her downright throbbed. All she wanted now was to change into clothes much more forgiving of her current fatigue and curl up with a trashy story on her holopad.

She neatly stowed her shoes and wandered to her small bedroom. Baggy clothes acquired, she went to the hutch in her small 'fresher for her handy, if not somewhat antiquated, hot water bottle. It wasn't under the shallow sink where she was sure she had left it. She shrugged, more than a little miffed, thinking that perhaps Finn had borrowed it.

She went next to the small kitchenette to dig out her small horde of sweets, particularly the harza cake she had set aside specifically for this week. When she opened the small cabinet, however, she found that it was mostly barren, save a few almost comical crumbs.

Untempered rage flared through her in a fiery blast so potent that she wasn't entirely surprised to find her saber lit and ready in her hand.

She followed the blue of the flame out of the kitchenette into the modest sitting room and let out a shriek of frustration. Huddled into the corner of the small couch was Kylo Ren, bundled unceremoniously head to foot in all the blankets that Rey owned. Using one hand to press her hot water bottle into his lower abdomen, he was using the other to push the last bite of her harza cake into his mouth.

"Are you serious right now, Ren?" she bellowed, not extinguishing her saber.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut against the echoing of her voice in the tiny room.

"Not so loud, girl. You have no idea how awful I feel today." He burrowed further into the blanket nest as he chewed slowly on her last crumbs of comfort.

"Oh, I think I do!" she said, taking a step into the room.

He cracked open his eyes at the tone of her voice, and seemed to really notice her then. His eyes grew wide. "Why do you have your saber lit? Is something the matter?"

She clicked off the saber with a whump and plopped onto the couch beside him. She yanked the hot water bottle from his middle and pressed it into her own before beginning to tug the blankets from him.

"Move over, you miserable Hutt."

He untucked the blankets from around himself and attempted to share what he thought was a diplomatic amount. She yanked more over onto her.

"What's all this?" he asked.

She looked over at him, noticing her holopad laying on his chest. She grabbed that, too, and snorted at the lewd story he'd chosen.

"Don't you know?" she clipped in answer.

Looking overtly peeved, he shook his head. "Know what?"

Rey sighed. "Where does it hurt?"

"All over," Ren groaned pitifully. "But especially–"

"Here?" Rey asked with an expert jab to his gut.

He moaned again, then, as realization hit, his moan pitched up into a sound of understanding.

"I hadn't realized…"

"Yeah, well, I wish you had realized before you ate my last slice of cake."

"Oh!" He shifted, pointedly taking back some of the shared blankets. "There's still one piece left." He brought up a plate from the floor beside the couch with one final, and thankfully generous, slice of cake.

"Give it."

As Rey slowly savored the sweet, a wrenching cramp overtook her lower back and abdomen. She and Ren groaned in unison, and he snatched back the hot water bottle.

"Is it always this miserable?" he asked as he rucked a blanket up over his head in a pitiful imitation of a hood. Rey swallowed the last bite of cake and pulled up the blanket over her head as well.

"Pretty much." Much less grouchy now that her sweet craving had been tended to, she curled into Ren's side.

"And it's every month?"

She turned back to the beginning of the seedy story Ren had chosen on the holopad. "Yeah."

"Is there any way to stop it?" he asked, reading over her shoulder.

"Not without you becoming a dad, and since you won't even admit to your mother that you sleep here, I'm guessing that you don't want to go down the 'Gran Organa' route."

Ren laid soft lips to her temple as another cramp knotted at the base of his spine. "I'll tell her tomorrow."

Rey turned bewildered eyes to him, and he rushed to explain.

"N-not so that we could… Halt your cycle—"

Rey relaxed somewhat.

"It's just probably time I tell her why I'm back. What this thing is between us and how we can use it against Snoke."

Rey felt suddenly like crying, but figured were it another time of the month she wouldn't be so inclined.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You're pretty hormonal right now. You shouldn't make any rash decisions when you're in this state."

He kissed her full on the mouth, biting down on her bottom lip in emphasis. "I'm sure, wicked girl."

Another tight cramp passed between them.

"After all," he hissed. "We might as well make all of this worth it."

End.

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