Summary:

Where our duo wake up, clean up, get dirty, and then get on their way.

Rey had woken up feeling sore in strange places and very, very sticky.

Kylo is spooning her aggressively, his knees tucked right up under her legs and his heavy arm slung over her side. He doesn't snore, but his breath is deep and steady. It tickles the side of her cheek, bringing with it a brief memory of him panting over her as they lay entangled under the flowers.

Her hand flies over her face, hiding her burning cheeks from the world. They hadn't just had sex again, they'd had it again and again. She'd climaxed five times in less than two hours, perhaps explaining her bone-deep relaxation that fills every muscle of her body right now.

She feels better, though. No longer climbing the walls with repressed need or boiling over with raging emotions. There is a fear still, but it's a different sort of fear. Concern for their future more than for how they will get out of here alive. Of course they will find a way, they're together now. Two of the most powerful Force users in the galaxy. They're on the same side now, more or less.

Just for now, though. When this whole planet thing resolves itself, Kylo is still the Supreme Leader. That hasn't changed. She'll have to run from him, and this time it will be so much harder.

Rather than think about that, Rey begins to extract herself from her bondmate's grip. He clings and holds tight, but she slowly manages to pry her sleeping captor off of her one finger at a time.

And his hand is healed. The one that he had been punching things with like a thoughtless git. It had been swollen and painful for him yesterday, but apparently somewhere during the throes of her ecstasy she had inadvertently cured it. It makes sense, she'll reluctantly admit. The other times before when she'd Force healed him had been triggered by compassion and affection. What they'd shared last night had been many things, including those two profoundly Light sentiments.

Still, when Rey feels the sharp pinch inside her lower body as she stands, more than one choice word for her lover crosses her mind. She snatches her ruined clothing from where they had been tossed and shuffles unsteadily away, needing to get clean in body if not in mind.

Kylo had nearly full-on panicked when he woke up and found that she was gone.

Rey rolled her eyes, splashing water over herself as she senses his sudden burst of fear rippling through their Bond. Maybe it was endearing how much he needed her. Maybe, but it was also very annoying.

Then a spike of anguish hits her, making her wince and loose her grip on the slippery rock she had been climbing on. She slips back down into the pool, her head briefly submerging under the cool waters and reminding her of how far she is literally out of her element.

Check the damned Bond, Kylo! I'm right here!

She hisses the words into his mind, sputtering out the water she'd inhaled through her nose. Kylo is confused. Sleepy. Groggy. Not thinking straight.

And then he's annoyed which, in turn, makes her even more irritated.

I told you not to leave, Scavenger. I warned you if disappeared again.

Oh? Is that how it is? Well she had been about to go out and comfort the spoiled overgrown baby, but if he's going to be like that than he can just coddle his own ego.

Rey mentally gives him a slap upside the head, shoving him further out of her mind so she has a trace of breathing room. He huffs into their connection, having the nerve to sound offended. And then she can feel him moving, tugging on their tether harder than necessary as it leads him to her.

Their Bond has only grown stronger by all their sex. Now it's a weight as heavy as his arm had been. Not dragging her down, in fact doing very much the opposite and holding her up, keeping her spirits unnatural buoyed with unspoken promises. But it was still very much there. A new level of presence in her soul that she hadn't given permission to become so invasive.

Rey hurries up, finishing her bathing ritual in one of the surprisingly deep pools of blue water that are scattered around the adjoining room to the riverside chamber. Behind her lies the flower room. Regrettably they will have to somehow pass through it as they continue on their way along the tunnels. This time she knows what to expect, at least, and can take the proper precautions as they traverse through.

Kylo stomps into the bathing room, his eyes narrowing as he walks in a stiff line to her.

"I warned you what would happen if you ran away from me, Rey."

Rey sighs, shaking her head at the lurking menace, and sinks lower down into the water to hide her naked body from him. The room is intimately dark, only the light from the occasional crack in the rock walls to illuminate his face. There's light below her too, coming from some glowing shell-shaped plants at the bottom of the pool, and filling the water with an incandescent blue light.

"You've got a real fetish for chasing me, don't you Kylo?" she comments dryly.

Her other half, still half asleep and muggy with an adorable case of behead, scowls at her. She can't tell if it's a real pout or not, but she doubts it. Still, it sets an unfortunate precedent that she'll have to soon address. Apparently being only one room away was to far for her other half to tolerate. No. She's not putting up with that from him.

"We need to get moving soon," she tells him, making a show of splashing in the shallow side of the pool. "Come on and get cleaned up with me."

She hadn't meant it in a sexual way, but she can feel a surge of excitement reach her. Kylo reaches out and she gives up her perch and push off deeper into the water away from where he can easily get her.

Kylo strips in a flurry of precise moments, shedding his layers of clothing as his sour mood immediately brightens with his perceived prospects. Rey finishes scrubbing herself, having nothing other than a clod of cave moss to use as a loofah but finding it better than nothing. Occasionally she sneaks a peak at her bondmate as each swath of skin is bared. Pale. Rippling muscles. Scratches on his shoulders and back that she knows would match the span of her fingers exactly.

Rey clears her throat, dropping her gaze as his lower garments fall to the cave floor. Curiosity prickles at her, tempting her to see how he looks when he's not aroused. Shyness wins out in the end and she clings to the near wall of the pool, reluctant to go out too far into the glowing blue depths.

Kylo shares none of Rey's uncertain squeamishness with water.

He dives is after her, submerging himself below the foggy surface and disappearing from sight. Rey looks around, feeling oddly apprehensive. There's light from the glowing rocks nearby, but most of the room is far too dark for her to see his movements through the water.

Then a hand seizes her ankle, and she barely has a chance to suck in a breath before she's dragged under.

Kylo wrestles with her, grabbing and pulling her to him. His lips try and miss then try once more and find her mouth under the water. Rey bites him, feeling miffed at the return of his arrogance during these last twenty four hours.

They break the surface together, Kylo keeping his arms snug around her as she gasps in a lungful of air.

"I don't like the water!" she tells him, pushing at his chest.

Kylo holds her tight, guiding them to a low ledge just under the surface of the water that he can rest her on.

"We were only down for a few seconds."

"Well I don't like it."

She dodges Kylo's next attempt at a kiss and ,with great reluctance, he eases away from her enough that she can push up onto the edge and sit there with her knees dangling in the water.

He cradles her legs next and this she allows, his puppy dog eyes as he rest his chin on her knees being too much to resist.

"Sorry," he mumbles, "I shouldn't have ambushed you."

Rey snorts and crosses her arms.

Fine, but don't do it again.

She pushes the words into his mind testily, feeling her anger subsiding as the realization that the great Supreme Leader actually just apologized to her for being an ass.

He moves closer to her, his hands finding her hips and rubbing them in circles before drifting lower.

"Kylo..."

His palms fall onto the outside of her tightly clenched together knees. It was a simple touch, innocent enough in its gesture that Rey could almost mister it for being soothing… if Kylo wasn't Kylo. Instead, there was that excited thrum through their Bond again. A pulse of both intrigue and growing wakefulness.

"Is something else wrong, Rey?" he asks. "You seem awfully… tightly wound."

She tries to mask it with a shrug of her shoulders and a slight shift to her posture, Rey is quite certain that Kylo can sense the effect he's having on her.

"It must be the flowers," she says, "they must still be in our system."

Kylo kisses her knees, his hands pulling them slightly apart.

"Perhaps," he agrees, "we're only one room over and the air does have a way of circulating down here."

Rey has to fight hard the urge to squirm. The urge to drag him out of the water and ride him is strong, but she's also not sure that she could handle taking him on again so soon after their last time.

"Would you like more, Rey? I can touch you more, if that would help. You seem very uncomfortable all of a sudden."

If by 'uncomfortable', he means getting slicking herself and losing track of the time, then she's guilty as charged. Still, Rey casts a critical eye at Kylo. His lower half is hidden beneath the mirrored surface of the water.

"Don't tell me you're not feeling anything either."

Kylo smiles, his hand sliding between her thighs to rub them along the inside. With a will of almost their own they open for him, letting him spread her legs apart wide enough for him to move to between them.

"Maybe I'm just more used to it, Rey. Being so close to you but still so far apart for this last week together has been… challenging at times."

He moves closer still, rising to kneel on that low ledge so they're eye to eye.

Rey swallows, her blood heating from the look of pure desire in his eyes as he watches her. She looks down for just a second to see his erection firming up before her very eyes. His skin is wet with the water, shining in the dim lighting, and for a moment he looks too perfect.

There's no point in fighting this, is there? Not when the only voice of protest is buried deep in the back of her mind.

Rey wraps her arms around his shoulders, drawing him up on top of her. Their tongues tangle together, both of them moaning into each others mouths.

When he pulls away Rey feels giddy. So happy and downright elated. It takes her a few shaky breaths to realize those are his emotions leaking into her, not her own.

"Go easy with me, Kylo," she breathes. "I'm not… just be gentle."

He grins widely at her verbal consent, kissing her again briefly before he starts working his way down the center of her body, leaving no inch of skin untouched by his lips. Rey arches her back, rolling her spine along with his movements. She could get used to this, she really could.

Kylo chuckles against her skin, his breath ticklish against her hardening nipples.

"That's the whole idea."

His hair trails behind him, covering her chest in a wave of blackened silk that protocol simply demands she run her fingers through.

Stay out of my head.

It's one of her favorite lines to him. Right up their in frequency uttered with blaming him or declaring her current emotional state regarding his personhood. Kylo should be well used to it by now, so Rey finds it rather petty when he punishes her by sucking her nipple into his mouth and working it between his teeth.

Pleasure with an edge of pain blooms through her, making Rey cry out and grip his hair tighter. He doesn't let go, though, instead keeping up his intense assault with his teeth on one breast while his hand finds her other and lightly pinches the tip there.

"Kylo!" she yelps, her lower body squirming as heat immediately starts to fill her.

She kicks out, splashing in the water below them.

Then he lets go of her, watching with a highly amused smirk how she grits her teeth together as her harassed flesh begins to throb. He blows on it, his saliva cooling with his breath, and Rey gasps, bucking her hips up against him.

"D-Damn you..."

Her voice completely gives her away. Her needy, uncertain, and perfectly throaty voice. Kylo apologizes by kisses the red, twitching peak of her breast. His other hand lets go of her of her other breast, moving up to cradle her face.

"If I kiss you now, will you bite me?" he asks.

Rey narrows her eyes, her annoyance at all things Kylo ebbing and flowing with the progression of their foreplay.

"Depends. Would you deserve it?"

He cocks his head to the side and seems to think about the question. Rey shifts under him, finding the hard heat of his erection thoroughly distracting as it presses against her stomach.

"I would," he says with a nod, "I'm quite sure I would."

"Then kiss me."

Rey lifts her head up, bringing her face closer and baring her teeth at him. Kylo presses his lips to her forehead, quickly pulling away before she can tip her face up and nip at him.

"We should go soon," he tells her, mirroring her earlier words. "We can't spend all day here. Or night or whenever it actually is. We need to move on."

She can feel how he wants her to argue with him. Wants her to convince him that yes, in fact, they can stay here as long as they both want to. Rey knows that he's right, they need to get a move on before that green thing comes back and prompts them with gods know what next, but…

But his hand lets go of her face to slide between her legs, and all logical thought flies out the window as he strokes her. Rey moans softly, letting her head fall back and her eyes drift closed.

"You're so wet already, Rey."

He sounds almost in awe. Rey's cheeks pink, reemerging the last time he had said something like that to her. It hadn't been very long ago, had it?

"Pollen," she whispers. "Got to be the pollen. It's still with us."

Kylo hums, his fingers parts her folds so that his thumb can work magic on her little nub. Rey bites back a whine as he circles it, teasing the bundle of nerves with quick touches.

"Of course it is."

His hand shifts lower, and Rey bends her legs, spreading them wider to give him the best access to where she needs him the most. The ache inside her is growing greater by the second, enhanced by flashes of memories of their night before. Of how good he'd made her feel then, of how full she'd felt as he'd stretched her. Of how irresistible she had looked as she'd rode him, her breasts bouncing with each rise on fall onto his cock.

Oh.

That last one had been his memory, hadn't it? Kylo had burned in into his mind, wanting to forever remember that moment because she had been on top of him. That hadn't been just him taking her, it had been her offering herself to him.

"Kylo." Her eyes open, looking at him to find his pupils fully blown as he watches her face contort with pleasure.

A finger pushes inside her, and time seems to still. She's still not used to that feeling. The sensation of having something up there. When she would have her own private moments, she usually wouldn't go inside herself because it was too foreign and her movements had been bumbling and uncertain. If Kylo had shared either of those traits, he hides it well. He keeps his thumb on her, his finger crooking to find that place on the top wall near her entrance.

It's a bit too much. Rey whimpers, the thick intrusion feeling both welcome and uncomfortable. Her body grips him firmly, trying to adjust to the foreign sensation.

"Rey?" he asks, stopping his movements to watch her.

A blush begins to form, or maybe it had never left her face to begin with.

"Kylo… I'm sore."

Rey blurts the words out, find it hard to express any situation that he has the advantage over her. Kylo blinks, comprehension slow to dawn across that thick brain of his.

"Sore?" he repeats, then he seems to get it. His smile draws wider, looking both proud and predatory. "Because of me, Rey? Was I too much for you last night?"

This is why those horny flowers were so diabolical. Not only did they bring about her and Kylo's furious sequence of unions earlier, but they also made her stupid. Too dumb and wrapped up in lust for this man to be able to resist him even when he's being his horrible old self.

His finger wriggles inside her, fluttering softly, and Rey nods.

"Yes," she manages to gasp. "It was a lot for me to take."

Kylo brushes into her mind and she immediately sweeps him right back out. Whatever he had been looking to find in there will have to wait for another time. Her need only grows as she gets used to this, the discomfort fading or perhaps simply being drowned out by more pressing desires.

"Kriff," she gasps, her inner muscles beginning to pulse.

"More?" he asks.

"Yes!"

One finger isn't enough. Her body now knows what he feels like. It knows what it's missing out on. The foreplay is lovely, but it's taking too damn long. She wants to feel him inside her, filling her up just like he had again and again last night.

Then a second finger joins in, his middle and his index, and there more than just a faint pinch of pain. A dull ache right at her entrance, and Rey frowns, a soft sigh leaving her lungs and being only half-muffled by her closed lips.

Kylo immediately stops, studying her face. After a moment his hand withdraws, brining a sense of loss when it leaves her. Rey looks away as he brings his fingers to his mouth, loudly sucking them clean.

She'd said last night had better be the last time for a while. Turns out she didn't mean it. She's resettle the clock to right now, willing to make an exception as unrequited desire wins out against the face of reason.

"Kylo..." Rey mewls as she waits, her hips rocking up in invitation.

She knows it's going to hurt. It's been too much too soon, but the urge to feel him is becoming overwhelming. It's a different sort of desire than the heady and all-consuming lust the flowers had instilled in her. No, this is more of a cerebral passion. Through their connection there were no secrets between them during the act. She could feel every bit of his pleasure as if it was her own. She needs to prove to herself now that it hadn't all just been in her head. What they'd shared had been real. It had to have been.

Rey whines when Kylo leans away, his body heat immediately being missed. He shushes her with a quick kiss, so soft and sweet that Rey momentarily forgets her earlier promise to bite him the next time he did that.

"I want to taste you more, Rey," he tells her as he pulls back. "I will have you again later, but now I want you to melt on my tongue."

Embarrassment mixes in with her high emotions, making her want to press her legs tightly together to shield herself. She knows that she's slick. She can feel her own wetness dripping down her legs, making her twist and wriggle her hips in an effort to relieve some of the pressure building there.

"Try and relax, Rey. You're so tense."

She is, her whole body being pulled tight as his breath washes over her damp and heated skin. She closes her mind off from him by a fraction, needing a place to retreat to as he spreads her even wider and buries his face into her sex. Thank the gods she'd washed up before they did this.

"Oh fuck, Kylo..."

He laps at her, one of his hands letting of of her leg when it becomes clear she's not trying to stop him. His moves his lips around her labia, kissing her in circles. Then he licks along her slit, sliding his tongue from her entrance to her clit and then back down again.

Heat fills her, making her lightheaded with desire. Dimly she hears him slurp, but she blocks that too-raunchy sound from her mind. It feels good. Very good. Different than having his shaft inside her. His tongue can penetrate her with ease, twisting and writhing against her fluttering inner walls.

"More," she pants, her hands sinking back into their earlier perch in his hair.

Kylo obliges, easing a finger inside her to work in tandem with his tongue. It's a teasing feeling, intense in its execution but not nearly enough direct stimulation to make her desire crest.

He must sense this, because his tongue leaves her and he takes her clit in his mouth, drawing out a shocked gasp as her nerves burn with intense pleasure. This, this was very different. He body is thrumming, pulsing with her racing heartbeat. A fresh wave of slickness slides out of her, coating his chin and making it shine in the glowing lights when he pulls his face away to look up at her proudly.

Rey stares at him from the valley between her breasts, her chest heaving because there's suddenly not enough air in the room. Perhaps in the whole cave, even.

"Perfect," he says, and Rey blinks. "You've never looked more beautiful than you do right now."

Her head is ringing, and it's all she can do to stare dimly at him, watching as he licks all of her taste off of his lips before diving down.

She howls when he takes her clit back in his mouth, sucking the nub in and very, very gently worrying on it with his teeth. One finger becomes two and there's no pain at all, she's so ready for him to touch her this time.

More?

He asks the question into her mind, clearly having deduced that she wouldn't be able to answer him otherwise.

Not at all. She's quickly devolving into a whimpering, gasping mess as a third finger eases in to join the others within her. Rey closes her eyes, surrendering completely to this moment. Her bondmate wants this. Her body really wants this. Just let go. That's all she has to do.

Kylo starts to pump his hand faster, following along with the unspoken clues that she's both ready for more and getting closer to her peak so he had better hurry. Every time his fingers stroke that inner spot, her body trembles. This is a very different sort of orgasm she can feel building. When she plays with herself it's sharp and over quick. When he was fucking her all she could think about was how deep he was. Of taking him as far inside of her as he could possibly go and ensuring they both reach their finish at the same time.

This, however, is somewhere in between. The stretch of his fingers creates a unique pressure inside her, her inner walls grateful to have something to cling to. But his tongue keeps flicking on her clit, sliding against it or sometimes wrapping his full lips around her and making light sparkle behind her eyes.

The fact that the light has a faintly greenish tint to it should trouble her more than it does at this moment.

"Close," she whimpers, tugging hard on his hair in an effort to keep herself back. "I'm so close, Kylo."

His presence fills her mind at that, darting behind her partial barricade to read her thoughts. Possessive, lunatic boy that he is, Rey knows that he's insisting on being right there with her as he brings her over. He wants to experience every facet of her pleasure. Confirm to himself that he's the only one who's ever made her feel like this.

His fingers bear down on that spot fiercely, never letting up on their pressure of it. So much slickness leaks out of her, making the filthiest of sounds burning her ears.

Then he hums, sending the vibrations directly into her clit, and Rey comes screaming for him. Her feet kick wildly as she thrashes, her whole back arching and she shamelessly grinds herself against his face.

Kylo draws out her pleasure, prolonging it for as long as she can withstand. She clenches on him in rhythmic waves, her inner muscles pulsing hungrily against his fingers as they keep bear down hard on her spot.

She whimpers when it becomes too much, her little nub twitching with over stimulation until Kylo lets go of his lips around it. He kisses it once and his face shines brightly with both her slickness and his own profound smugness.

"Good?" he asks, guiding her down to lay on her back.

Rey can't answer him. She's trembling, every nerve within her singing praises for the man who just did this to her. When his fingers slide out she closes her eyes, feeling sleepy and beyond content.

Kylo's weight, warm and reassuring, settles next to her. She cuddles closer, nuzzling against his neck. His shoulder moves, rolling under her head. Rolling again and again.

Rey's eyes snap open to that. He's stroking himself. Cuddling her and watching her blissful, satisfied face as he jerks himself off.

"Kylo!" she squeaks, growing rigid with shock.

He smiles, bopping the tip of her nose with his free hand.

"Do you want me to go somewhere else, Rey? If you're embarrassed I can-"

"No."

She doesn't want him to leave. Not after he'd just made her come so good. That doesn't seem right. This second stage of their relationship is a chance for new beginnings. She doesn't want to start that off on a selfish note.

Kylo pauses, his movements on himself slowing.

"I wouldn't mind a helping hand," he tells her after a moment.

Rey's heart starts to pound in her ears. She reaches down uncertainly, having only felt him against her palm once before. His cock is hard and leaking, and she knows from their previous times together he's very close himself. The proof of that emboldens her. The knowledge that he'd gotten so unbelievably turned on eating her out makes her quiet the voice of discord in her mind. Together they pump him, Kylo controlling both her pace and the pressure they use.

His shaft twitches, the vein running along the underside bulging and leading her eyes along the whole length of him. He looks… delectable. Rey wants to mount him. Ride him hard and have him fill her again.

Kylo moans, his throat vibrating against the side of her face as he shares her fantasy.

"Soon," he gasps, and Rey doesn't know if he means they'll make love again shortly or the other sort of soon for him.

She kisses his neck, feeling a desperate urge to make this better for him. His next groan makes her heart flutter and the pace he chooses for their overlapped hands picks up.

He wants her to bite him. The need of it flows through her, and Rey couldn't possibly deny him at this moment. Her teeth sink down, finding tight corded flesh right below his ear. She keeps her jaw locked tight, holding him in place as he bucks sharply.

Kylo's cry as he finishes is short, guttural, and resonates throughout her bones. Liquid heat sprays across her body, splashing between her breasts and sliding down over her abdomen to pool in the curves of her sex. She holds Kylo through it, only letting go of her bite on his neck when the frantic rutting of his hips against her stomach slows to a halt.

"Good?" she asks, understanding a bit of his smugness from before.

He laughs, his chest heaving as if he'd just run for miles. When they kiss again, Rey remembers to bite him. She's not sure he even notices.

As he catches his breath Rey looks down, surveying the state of their bodies. Her skin shines with his essence, all messy and sticky once more. Then curiosity overcomes her and she traces her fingers through it, swooping them in a circle over her stomach and before bringing her hand up to her lips.

His flavor is surprisingly mild. Salty and sweet and not at all unpleasant like she had been braced for. Kylo's eyes bore into the side of her head, but Rey ignores him as she drops her hand back, going in for a second taste.

"Gods how I love you."

Rey had thought she was beyond embarrassment right now, but Kylo's sudden proclamation makes her eyes bulge.

She turns to look at him and shock is written all over his face. He opens his mouth to say something and she shakes her head, mouthing the word 'no' at him.

No. No, he didn't say that. No, he meant to say something else. No. Just no.

Kylo seems to get the hint, his own mental walls politely pushing against her mind and prompting her to retreat back onto her side of their Bond. Their delighted, thriving Bond. At least one of the three parties in their sin is pleased with how quickly everything is progressing now that they've simply started giving into its whims for them.

The moment has changed, though. Rey gives Kylo what she hopes is a shy and understanding smile, and she eases herself out of his slack grip. She dips back into the water, washing away the evidence of their latest tryst, and allowing him a few moments of privacy to recover control of his emotions.

"Let's leave soon," she calls out over her shoulder.

He grunts an answer, his presence a little more distant from her mind than it had been before.

They don't talk about it. Hardly talk at all as they pack up and get ready to leave.

Rey knew that she needed to have a serious, mature conversation with Kylo about boundaries. Those things, both small and big, that he did to grate at her. But that could wait until they were away from here. There were only two options that they could go: keep traversing the endless tunnels or swim in the river. The river which had almost killed her and she didn't want to go anywhere even near it, let alone inside.

Tunnels it was, but that meant that they had to cross through the Porn Flower room.

Rey hadn't wanted to return back there. The last time she'd gone there she had started off so angry and finished so well fucked. Kylo, naturally, was kind of okay with walking through the Bang Bungalow.

"Wrap your cowl around your face!" she hisses, tying the ruined wad of her tunic around her mouth like a bandanna.

During the heights of their coerced passions, Kylo had literally torn her clothes off of her. Rey had managed to salvage her pants, but her tunic had been a lost cause. This had left her with no choice but to commandeer Kylo's own outer shirt for herself. To say that he had been pleased to see his once-again lover wearing a garment of his was quite the understatement.

"You look flawless, Rey. A shining jewel in the dark."

That little line had earned him a sharp kick to the shin followed by a muttering of 'I am of the light' that made her frown with the lie of it all and Kylo puff out his chest until she longed to hit him in the solar plexus.

"Perhaps we should hold hands?" he offers.

Rey scowls and pulls away when he tries to grab her wrist. She reaches up and yanks his cowl back over his face, spinning him around and pushing at his shoulder blades to get him moving.

"You first, Lothario. And if you start pitching a tent I'm getting out of there while I still can."

Kylo looks back at her with a raised eyebrow. Even with half his face covered, Rey can still see him being a smug bastard. He takes the lead, though, striding into the flower-lined chamber where only a few hours ago they had christened their reunion. Rey hangs back, her hand gripping the hilt of her lightsaber out of instinct. Just like she had gripped his-

"Rey? Are you coming?"

Kylo stands in the center of the room, pants notably flat. That makes it worse. That means that thought of her stroking his silky hard shaft had been all on her-

"Rey?"

"Gods! Let's get this over with!"

Annoyance pricks at her and she charges head first into the space, breathing heavily through the many layers of stale fabric she has her face ensconced in.

The flowers are completely faded. Wilted. Their blossoming has passed and a heavy layer of pollen coats every surface of the cavern floor.

Or almost every surface. There, right against the far wall, is an imprint. To the corner of her eye it might look like a Rorschach print. Or a chalk outline of two mortal enemies doing the naked bunnyhop over each other's privates. Either way. There's even a wet spot in the center. A damp area where the pollen has beaded up.

"Oh gods," Rey mutters, holding her hand tighter over her face-wrap.

She hurries away, taking the lead and letting Kylo follow behind her, trusting that he won't let her out of his sights anytime soon.

The cave rooms lead on… to more cave rooms.

Did this system honestly span the whole underground of the planet? It felt like an eternity since she'd breathed in fresh air or felt the sun on her paling skin, but some instinct within her was telling her they were heading in the right direction.

"Left," she tells him when they come to the next split.

Kylo's hand drifts to her shoulder, half hugging her as they inspect their choices.

"Left?" he asks. "Are you sure?"

She nods, lightly patting his knuckles in reassurance before stepping out from his grasp.

"Yes. I can sense it. That energy. It's saying go left."

Kylo could feel it too, though not nearly as strongly. The pull of this energy was more focused on her, nudging at Kylo as a dim second choice.

Now that she was no longer alone, Rey was more willing to see it out to the end. Untangle this mystery for once and all. The specter, or whatever that thing in her dream was, had been leading them onward. Most of the times it would be a certainty that dawns in her head, telling her which way they needed to go. Then there was the light. A flickering shape blinking in and out of their vision from time to time, but now with rising frequency.

The caves were changing too. The rooms becoming wider and more brilliantly lit. Kyber would sparkle along the walls, shining like jewels as these two Force-sensitives walked past.

When they came to a bend in the tunnel, Kylo stops. He turns to face her and half his face is bathed in hues of green. Whatever is beyond this next turn pushes at them, illuminating the way and throwing a stiff breeze along with it for good measure. If Rey didn't know better, she'd almost swear this green energy was getting impatient with them.

"Something is about to happen."

Kylo's declaration doesn't surprise her. She'd been thinking the same thing for these last few hours. The pull in her head had been hinting it to her. Telling her that she needs to prepare herself, but for what she still has no idea.

Rey looks up at him, finding the strength and resolve etched onto his face reassuring as her own doubts begin to rise.

"I know," she finally answers. "Do you think we're ready?"

He smiles at her, the skin around his scar wrinkling. The breeze grows stronger, ruffling his hair around his face in a halo of black.

"Ready as we'll ever be, Rey."

This time when he takes her hand, she holds onto it. Together they continue on, rounding the bend of the tunnel as the wind begins to pound at their backs.

Author's Note:

Whooo! Only six chapters left to go now! Next chapter marks the end of the middle and then 19 is the start of the home stretch ACT III. Big events ahead, so these two need to get all their backlog of swapping fluids in while they can!

Next chapter:

Can't tell you, it's a secret.

Comment replies: (tons of comments this time! Yall were really excited to see that smut I guess! :D )

kfulmer7 – Thank you! I'm glad you liked these chapters! Things are getting steamy between them now, but they still have to sort out their own real feelings at some point. Good luck with that, right? Thanks for commenting! :)

nightreader10 – Haha, I love my cheesy one-liners too, maybe too much sometimes ;P Little Jedi babies you say? What, do you mean to say that our duo's infallible contraception method of crossing their fingers post-coitus while mentally chanting 'no baby no baby no baby' may not be as effective as they assume? Heaven forbid!

Sydkiwi- Rey's all about that hot sex and bone jumping. Living her best life right now. Thanks for commenting!

DeepSeaGirl678 – You find out about the green glow next chapter! :)

LyricalRiot – Well I'm really glad you're enjoying this story even if it's not exactly your cup of tea! I hope you liked this latest chapter too and thank you so much for commenting! 3

Aranthera – Next chapter (18) is the big push to the surface, I wonder how that's going to go hmmm? Thanks for commenting!

Duke15tam – I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for commenting! :)

pobrediabla – Haha, sorry about that, hope your work went okay anyhow! Kylo's already starting to drive Rey crazy with his constant need to be around her aaaaaaalll the time. They need to have a conversation soon, but first things first they need to sort out that green energy!

Shestoolazytologin - "God finally!" was pretty much verbatim Kylo's mental commentary when they finally boinked! Thanks for commenting! :)

cosmicstarlight – I'm so honored that this is your first review! That means the world to me, you totally just made my day! THANK YOU so much! 333