Something woke Rey out of her deep slumber; she lay there for a moment trying to get her bearings, her surroundings completely foreign to her "Oh that's right," she relaxed back into her bed "I'm not home anymore, I'm in the cave of a strange man who possesses powers that are completely unknown to me, who may also want to devour my soul" She groaned at the thought of how it sounded when stated that way, and was grateful that she hadn't accepted Kylo's proposal before, because now she was having serious doubts. "What does he even mean when he says he wants to feed off my energy, and how does that work? Does he have to bite me? Can he just do it by touching my skin?" She pounded her head back into her pillows several times, wracking her brain for anything that would provide a definitive answer. On one hand, she didn't trust Kylo, and had a strong feeling that he wanted more from her than he was saying; on the other, she had already learned so much about where she came from, that she couldn't imagine just cutting and running before she could find out more.
As Rey lay on the couch weighing her options, she heard rustling on the other side of the cave, coming from the direction of Kylo's bed. The sound stopped for a moment, then started up again a few seconds later. Unable to ignore her curiosity, Rey slipped out from under her covers, and crawled silently on her hands and knees over to the edge of the large bed that sat up against the opposite cave wall. Once there, she remained crouched until she could be sure he hadn't woken up; she heard his heavy breathing, ensuring that he was still fast asleep, and then she heard the rustling sounds again. Confident that she could take a look without disturbing him, Rey raised herself into her knees, so that just her forehead and eyes could be seen above the edge of the bed. Taking in the view, Rey was immediately distracted by the sight in front of her, and almost had her original reason for investigating completely erased from her brain.
Kylo lay on his back, his luxurious black hair tumbling over his face and across his pillow; Rey noticed his choice in sleepwear immediately: he wore nothing except for some soft looking black pants that also appeared to be very thin, as they draped over his manhood in a very defining manner. One of his hands was splayed out on his chest, while the other was stretched across the bed in the direction of where Rey was now crouched. Rousing herself out of her lustful thoughts, she couldn't determine what could be causing the rustling sound from before, until she saw him move. Kylo's chest rose and fell dramatically by default, simply a result of his naturally very deep breathing; but now as Rey watched, his chest began heaving, almost as if he were fighting for air.
The rustling sound was reproduced when Kylo's hands began fisting into the bedding underneath him; as his behavior became progressively more distressed, an alarmed Rey fought with the impulse to wake him. She knew he could very well attack her if she were to try to grab and shake him awake, but he looked like he was experiencing such a horrible nightmare that she couldn't stand by and do nothing. She decided to reach out across the bed and grab his hand; that way, she could remain out of reach if he did become violent. Rey knelt down on the floor and slipped her hand into Kylo's, soothingly rubbing her thumb across his knuckles "Kylo. Kylo, wake up." She whispered, continuing to stroke the back of his hand "Kylo. Hey, Ren. You're ok, wake up." At her last words, his eyes popped open, his hand clamped down on hers, and yanked her halfway across the bed toward him, his glowing yellow eyes staring out wildly. As frightening as he was, one look into his eyes told Rey that he was still fast asleep and experiencing the dream that was causing him distress. Instead of kicking or screaming and trying to break his hold on her like her instincts were crying out for her to do, she stayed calm and reached out to brush the hair out of his face; she spoke to him soothingly, and continued to run her fingers through his hair.
After a while it seemed to work, Kylo's eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned back on his pillows, relaxing his grip on Rey, so she could gently disentangle herself and roll off the bed and onto the floor. Making her way back to her own bed, Rey made up her mind for good: she was staying. That look he had given her when he sat up in the middle of his dream had been so full of fear and heartbreak, that she couldn't bring herself to leave when he suffered night terrors like this, and she didn't know their source. Crawling back under her own covers, Rey decided that, while it was Kylo's intention to be her instructor, she would do her best to be his healer.
The next morning Rey was jostled awake when Kylo, fully awake and completely dressed, picked her up off her bed, blankets and all, and tossed her onto his own bed; he then seized the blankets she was wrapped in and yanked hard, sending her rolling out of them, clutching frantically to the robe she slept in to maintain some fragment of her dignity. As she sat there dazed and disoriented, he dropped a pile of clothing on top of her "Time to get up!" his deep voice boomed "Today we start exploring those abilities of yours." With that, he marched off out the door, she assumed, to get breakfast going; she gathered he had other things to do because he certainly didn't care to make her comfortable by giving her privacy she thought to herself grumpily. Leaning back on her elbows for a second to wait for her grogginess to dissipate, Rey found herself running her fingers over Kylo's bedding; he apparently didn't care to make his bed in the morning, so the covers were still in disarray from his nighttime tossing about, but it gave Rey the opportunity to find out what sort of bedding he preferred. She was amazed by how soft and silky his sheets and blankets were; she lay back and stretched her arms out, making snow angel motions against the covers. She imagined what it would be like to sleep among those blankets (like swimming through an inky sea of softness), how it would feel to be snuggled up against his huge warm body, or have him curled protectively around her. Her mind wandered, wondering what would it be like to be thrown down on those blankets, to have a pair of strong hands flip her over onto her stomach, and push her face down into the pillows; Kylo behind her, lifting her hips up and-. Rey sat bolt upright, her face crimson and hot as she buried it in her hands, letting out a small scream of frustration "NO! What am I thinking? I have to get dressed."
Sorting through the clothes he had rudely dropped on her head, and trying her best to suppress her sinful impulses, Rey found that they were all her clothes that she had worn the day before when he found her in the forest; she was amazed, these clothes were spotlessly clean and completely dry. "Yesterday they were caked in mud and soaked through, did he use his magic to get them so clean?" she wondered aloud. Not bothering to wait until he came back to ask, Rey shimmied into her clothes, taking advantage of the privacy while she had it.
Once she was dressed, Rey skipped out of the cave and surveyed her surroundings; she knew it must be morning, but there was such little sunlight filtering down though the dense trees, that it appeared to be early evening. Kylo sat by the fire, scraping the remains of his breakfast out of a bowl that sat on his knee; as he turned, he gave her a quizzical look, wrinkling his nose and sniffing slightly "What have you been up to since I brought you your clothes?" He asked it as if there was something different about her that he couldn't place. Rey shrugged "I'm not sure; Why do you ask?" She tried to act innocent enough, still flushed from her little fit just moments before. "You just smell...strange. Stronger, I suppose. I can smell you from a greater distance than usual. Oh well," He waved his hand as if to dismiss the subject "There's food for you if you're hungry, but hurry, we have a lot to do today."