Rey stomped into the mess, still fuming with anger. Scanning the room, she saw Poe sitting with a few other pilots at a corner table. Rey marched over.
"Poe!" she snapped.
The pilot looked up, obviously surprised. Rey may have been outspoken but she hardly ever lost her temper or acted rashly. The girl standing above him didn't look like Rey at all, she seemed deranged. Feral. He was almost afraid of her.
"Rey, are you alright?" he managed to ask.
"Kylo," she hissed, ignoring the question. "Have you seen him?"
"Um, I think he went back to his room for the night. Why?"
Rey ran off without answering, not stopping until she reached General Organa's barrack. She barged in without knocking. The general's rooms were empty. She was in a strategy meeting. Rey pushed open the door to Kylo's room, finding him sitting on his bed reading a holobook.
"Rey," he said as he put the book aside. "What are you doing here?"
Rey didn't answer. She walked over to the bed. Without speaking, she took Kylo's face in her hands. Emboldened by anger and pent up lust, she kissed him hard. To her relief he kissed her back, pulling her into his arms and running his fingers through her hair. He moved his lips to her neck, then down to her collar bone. Rey pushed him gently on to his back. She lay on top of him and began grinding against him, feeling how hard he was. She moaned and was thrilled to hear Kylo do the same. He pushed his hand up Rey's shirt, exploring her skin with a light touch. His hand crept toward her breast, Rey grabbed it and pulled it the rest of the way. She pulled away for a moment to yank her shirt over her head. Nothing seemed real. She'd done this a few times before but this was different. Those had been clumsy, hurried affairs that had given her little satisfaction. She hadn't moaned like this. She hadn't felt this way, like she was burning. Like she'd die if he stopped touching her.
"Take off your shirt," she whispered.
"Yes ma'am." Kylo grinned, all too eager to comply. He unclipped his belt, throwing it to the floor. His shirt came next. He pulled Rey against him. She made a small noise of satisfaction at the feeling of his skin against hers. Kylo pulled off his pants next, throwing them into the growing pile on the floor. Rey stopped, considering. Did she really want to do this? There was no going back.
"Are you ok?" Kylo asked. "Do you want to stop?"
Rey made her choice. "Hell no," she growled as she shucked her own pants.
"What about Luke?" he asked. "What about your training?"
"Fuck training," she said. "I know what I want."
"I know what I want too." Kylo pulled off Rey's undergarments and tossed them aside. He lowered his face between her legs, licking and sucking until she cried out. Kylo slid two fingers inside her, working her clit with his thumb. Rey threw her head back and sighed. She rolled Kylo on to his back, sliding off his underwear. Climbing on top of him, she lowered herself on to his cock and began to move.
"Oh fuck," Kylo whined. "Oh Rey." He reached up and dug his finger nails into her back. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Rey began to pant, moving up and down slowly at first, then faster. Suddenly Kylo pulled out flipped her over, rolling them out of the narrow bunk. He bent Rey over the side of the bed, entering her again. He thrust hard and fast, their blissful cries mingled. In those moments, they were one. Then Kylo came with a groan and the moment ended. He pulled away again, laying back on the bed. He held out his arms for Rey to join him. Instead, she began to pull on her clothes. She'd given up her training. She'd walked away from everything she'd ever wanted without a second thought. Everything had seemed so straight forward a few minutes ago. It was all too much, she felt as though she were going to suffocate.
"Your mother's going to be back soon," she said. "I better go."
She left the room without looking back, returning to her bunk without encountering everyone. She'd have to face what she'd done eventually; she'd have to deal with the consequences of her actions. But tonight, she just couldn't handle it.