Yeah, the last chapter was short. I'm hoping this one might be longer, but I doubt it.
Kylo sighed in annoyance. If it wasn't bad enough that Hux was doubting his leadership skills, they had been hard pressed to find another suitable planet to establish a new base on. He had been hoping for a quiet evening of contemplation. Sadly, he wasn't getting it.
His eyes snapped open. The scavenger girl was sitting across from him, grinning like a pixie. "Let me guess, you couldn't control it." He sneered. "You just popped in out of the blue."
"Nope. I wanted to be here."
Try almost laughed at his expression. He was really adorable when he was confused. Adorable? What the hell?
"Why?" He asked suspiciously.
"For this." She reached up and tugged a lock of his hair. "Tag."
Before he could respond, she winked and severed their connection.
It only took him a half hour to settle down and find her. Kylo's form shimmered to life, finding her laying down on her bunk, reading the ancient Jedi text.
"What are you playing at, Girl?! Showing up in my private quarters, pulling my hair, and just disappeared? What the Hell?"
Rey held back her laughter. "I was just testing the Bond. It's not my fault you can't keep up."
His (very) strong jaw dropped. She was insane. That was the only explanation. "I don't have time for this. I have The Order to run, and a Resistance to destroy. I'm not indulging your sick fascination with me." He shut her out with a sharp flick of his hand.
ONE WEEK LATER
It had to be a new technique of the Resistance. It had to be. For the past seven days she had been there everytime he turned around. The first day was her pulling his hair. From then on, she had escalated to flicking his ears, brushing her fingers across his, squeezing his arm. The breaking point had been during a meeting earlier that day. She had sat on the floor next to his chair and repeatedly poked him with her finger, whispering "Tag, tag, tag..." over and over again. He had finally had enough. If she wanted to play, he would play. By his own rules.
Rey was almost asleep, after worrying herself to exhaustion about pushing him too far. Her eyes were closed when she felt it. A strand of hair tickling her neck. She rubbed the tickle away. It returned After rubbing her neck a third time, she sighed and opened her eyes. Ben sat next to her bed, resting his chin on the mattress, running a fingertip over her pulse point. She shrieked and scooted as far away from him as she could. "Ben! What are you doing?"
"Tag."