Rey's eyes popped open as she was abruptly thrown from her dream. Feeling rather frazzled, her hand frantically reached for the flower he had placed behind her ear. However, the evidence of his intimate actions had faded with the dream. Despite that, the damp warmth she felt between her legs was proof enough. A twinge of desire that she had never known. One that caused her to cross her legs, and pull the thin bed sheet over her lower half.
Of course, she knew of these things, and had rejected many propositions on Jakku. Others' perversions had been the very reason she had learned self-defense. Infact, she had been continuously harassed by the grotesque Unkar Plutt. Even so, her thoughts were far from those times, for the motive behind his passion was something far more pure.
Rising from her bed, Rey strolled out of the Falcon and headed down to the private water hole that she bathed in. It was encapsulated by mountainous rocks with a small waterfall. The water was clear blue, but at this late hour one could only make out the reflection of Ahch-To's bright moon.
Her hands pulled away at the light gray fabric that covered her bare body. In Rey's own mind, her figure was far from perfect. Her form had accommodated many scrapes and bruises while training. Fingers traced along the latest addition at the top of her forehead.
Soon her body was submerged under the cool steady water. Leaning back, she let her undone hair dip into it. Her arched back caused her breast to extend out of the water. Goosebumps developed upon her small perky bosoms from the chill of the night. She hovered in the water, and watched the sun's rays penetrate the darkness of the night.
"The next time I see you," his voice still lived within her mind.
She pondered what he could have meant, and for the first time conscious mind called to him.
"Tell me, when will I see you again? I mean," she paused for a moment, "in this world…" word flew out as gentle as the night's breeze.
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Feeling himself being lost within her, he had willingly withdrawn himself from their dream. Still, the sensation of their fluid movements burned deep within. He could imagine the feeling of her soft skin, the sound of her pleasure, and the smell of her sweat upon him.
Sensual feelings merely brought upon by entering her mind with permission. Enchanted mind could not help but drift to other places, ideas, and actions.
First, he thought of her eyes. The longing look of a lover, whom had been kept away. A solemn gaze not just looking in his direction, but really seeing him. Next, he envisioned her lips for he found them most tempting. Words of confessions to be spoken. They were alluring in nature, and he pondered how they must taste. Lastly, he imagined how she might protest at first. Until, he silenced her with the pleasure of his lips upon her wet folds. Images of such vivid clarity helped him obtain the release that he so desperately needed.
Laying silently, he turned on his side and caught his breath. Once he calmed himself, he left his sleeping quarters. Arriving at the washroom, he undressed and stepped into the shower. The water was far from warm, which helped sooth his unsettled state. Cool liquid poured over his dark locks, streamed down his bare muscular form, and cleansed his agitated condition.
Just as he began to find his composure, her voice echoed within. His mind caught a glimpse of her current indecency. Curious eyes leered in her direction long enough to take in her entire unclothed figure. Though her current form was arousing, tender feelings tugged at his heart. His chest felt tight as his emotions smothered his breath. The yearning that pulled through his entire being was greater than the desire to solely invade her intimate areas. Mesmerized by her perfect body he strayed within the force trance.
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Lips pulled away from one another, while wide eyes remained locked on her. The site of his sun-kissed maiden was invigorating.
"You called for me so soon. I have to admit, I was not expecting you to do so. Otherwise, I would have prepared a more decent attire." His thick brow perked up as amorous eyes inspected her once more. "Clearly, you have nothing to be modest about." Shamelessly, he left himself exposed as he spoke.
Despite her inner insecurities, Rey stood from the water, and offered him a better view. She would not allow him to intimidating her. Instead, she stood before him with confidence.
"I cannot say that I like the way you are speaking to me." Her eyes battled curiosity as she tried to keep them from wandering. She fought hard to keep them focused upon his stare, rather than venture to lower regions. The resistance made her fidget, which caused her eyes to blink uncontrollably.
"Answer my question," she demanded a response.
His gaze filled with dismay, and he worried she had taken offense to his words. Ultimately, he had meant her no disrespect. Infact, he held her in the highest of regards. This woman had more dignity than any man he had ever known, more so than himself. He had admired her strength since their first encounter.
His motives had been to protect her virtue, which is why he handled her the way he had. Going against Kylo Ren's dark nature, he had chosen to carry her bridal style, selected not to torture her, and taken off his weapon of intimidation (his mask). More so, he had spared her life, and offered to show her the ways of the force. Despite what it may seem, his intention had never been to sway her to the darkness. Rather, at that time, he simply did not wish to fight her.
"First, you have to answer mine." While searching deeply within her eyes as if looking for some truth, he asked, "do you still want to kill me?"
"Why shouldn't I?" her voice scoffed at him.
Kylo Ren was to taken back by her words to notice the dishonesty in her reply. In truth, Rey had never desired to kill the man behind the mask.
Feeling as though she had satisfied his question, he grievously responded, "you will get your chance soon enough. The next time we meet, shall be in the flesh. I am looking forward to that day," his bitter words spoken to sting.
That longing gazed had morphed into a glare, and his demeanor turned grim. Feeling tortured by her response, Kylo Ren once again withdrew from her. Still submerged under the shower faucet, he punched his fist into the metal wall. Just like his current state, the cool water had grown much colder. He knew she could never develop an attachment for him, such as he had for her. Rey's response only further encouraged his doubt.
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The heat of the late afternoon reminded Rey of her life before. Intense beams beat upon her back as she climbed what seemed like never ending stairs. A small mass of earth was the foundation of Luke's meditation. The light of sun highlighted his serene expression. Blue eyes were closed, as he sat in full lotus position. Once she reached the top, his focused shifted to her. Yet, eyes remained closed. Though he had not acknowledged her, she knew to sit. Her legs crossed themselves, and her eyes mirrored his own.
"You have spoken to him again. His presence was lost in darkness, until your arrival. Tell me why."
Rey felt flustered by his inquisition, but knew Luke's guidance would offer her some comfort. Over time, Rey had come to better understand her master. Despite his hard exterior, she knew his inner kindness. A compassion that she fully trusted and had become reliant upon. Rey had grown to love Luke like family.
"I don't know. It was strange, such a horrid place that I found him in. The darkness there meant to consume me. It was he that pulled me away from it. I can't say that I understand."
Unsatisfied by her answer, Luke uttered, "search your feelings Rey."
She obliged his request, and began to recall those intimate moments between her and Luke's nephew. Genuinely, she had not considered the motives behind his actions. Until, she remembered his gentleness, and the way he held her.
"He was...protecting me," a moment of clarity struck her as the words spilled from her lips.
"I didn't realize it at the time. He led me back, to you." A long sigh fled her lips as she continued. "I know I shouldn't have, but I allowed him to look within my mind. By doing so, he let me in his… Honestly, I expected complete suffering and darkness. Instead, I saw myself. It was him...he left me. He left me on Jakku. Why him? How did he know me?" Her words began to break, and she no longer could shy away from the truth.
Luke's presence remained calm and his stance strong. "I have been waiting, for quite a while, to tell you a story from long ago."
"Ben was under my guidance at the time, just as you are now. As you already know, he was training to be a Jedi. He was just fifteen years old when General Organa had received information about a child. The young girl was of significant birth and directly in the path of danger. This danger was prompted by the very name in which she was born with. I sent Ben on his first solo mission to take the child, and stow her away where no one could find her. A family friend, a man named Lor San Tekka, agreed to look after her on the desert planet called Jakku. When the time was right, Ben was to come back for her. However, that time never came, Ben was lost in darkness, and the girl remains in danger. You should know, Ben never wanted to leave you there. Upon traveling together, he had grown quite fond you. He proclaimed that you were kindred spirits. When that day arrived, he protested against my order, saying that it was cruel. He suggested that you should stay with us, and that he could protect you. It was a day that I have gone over in my mind many times. I fear, it was the first step that brought him to doubt the Jedi way. You see, Ben was also abandoned in a way. Though he was loved by his parents, they never settled into normals lives. Ben was sent to train with me at a young age, and missed out on their affection. But listen, from what I can understand, the force is trying to reunite you with Ben. It seems that it is the only way to restore balance. The connection you share is inevitable. It's fate."
At last, his light eyes opened to see her stunned expression.
Rey was at a loss for words.
Suddenly, Luke's mind drifted to another place. His expression turned serious, as if there was some sort of disturbance in the force. He stood to his feet and motioned her towards him.
"Come child, I sense a heavy storm tonight. Let us go gather food and prepare. We have much more to discuss later."
Later that evening, Rey sat in her fallen hero's chair. Her body was slouched back, while grieved eyes peered out the Millennium Falcon's cockpit window. Just as Luke predicted, an intense storm unleashed upon Ahch-To. The rest of the ship's crew had elected to give Rey some space. Luke's words had given her much to think about. Before she drilled deeper into her own past, she needed time to heal.
Though the past choice to leave her saddened her, she trusted Luke's judgement. However, the thought of Ben Solo protesting to leave her weighed heavy on her heart. A part of her mourned for Ben, while the other prepared to face Kylo Ren.
The rain was so heavy that Rey was unable to see in the distance. So, she closed her eyes, and listened to the sound of raindrops beating against metal. A melody was formed from it's soft chimes among the booms of thunder, and whistles of the wind. A song that entranced her soul, and brought about peaceful feelings. Until, the sweet harmony was broken by the sound of a roaring explosion.
Shocked eyes shot open, and she did not take a moment to hesitate. Rey took to her feet, grabbed her bo staff, and rushed out of the Falcon. In the thick rain, she could not make out which direction the sound had come from. Her heart sank as she felt him. Kylo Ren had arrived on Ahch-To. She turned to stare ahead into the darkness.