Rey laid her head down on her thin pillow. The silence of the night swept into her hut, bringing peace and solitude with it. A restlessness stirred inside her, a growing frustration with master Luke and his constant stonewalling.

There was one disdainful, tiny respite. Throughout the day she had mentally connected to him. That hateful monster. Ever since she escaped the Deathstar Planet, Kylo Ren would pop into her mind, interrupting her day. Appearing across her hut or in the middle of a field as though he had teleported to her. The first time, she had outright attacked him. After that, they tried to get information out of each other. He tried to see through her eyes, but she easily held him at bay.

She wished she could lie to herself and say she hated his presence. That when he was gone she fantasized about finally killing him. But mostly she replayed that moment he had taken her in the snow. She let him. The visions from her interrogation were slippery when she was alone, but when they connected and he was near, they were firm. She tried not to think about them, then, though, so he wouldn't know.

Rey audibly, but softly silenced herself, as though the physical exertion would stop her from remembering. She shook her head and rolled over.

She had told master Luke about her suspicions of being connected to him, but not that they had indeed been in each others minds and visible to each other. He offered about as much insight as he did with any topic she asked him about.

Rey wondered if it was because they had sex. It didn't seem likely. She couldn't read the minds of anyone else she had done it with. It also didn't explain what had happened in the interrogation room- the shared mind reading before they actually caved to their compulsions.

At one point when they mentally connected, Kylo had been topless. He seemed as frustrated about the intrusion as she had, and when he turned to face her, she saw the red bruise on his shoulder where she had bitten him through his clothes.

Something shifted the atmosphere of her hut, making her sit up. The wall next to her bed shimmered away into blackness, revealing a second room. She slowly sat up and walked to the gray border where they met. Slowly, she stretched her hand into the new room, expecting there to be some kind of force field or shock. There was nothing but warm, inviting darkness. It came over her arm like a shadow.

Feeling foolish, she whispered out into the black, "Ben?" It gave her the same sensation in the base of her skull that she had gotten all the times earlier when they connected. She ducked her head through.

The other room was warmer than her cold, lit hut. When Rey stepped through, the furnishings came into focus. In the center sat a bed, a long window of the stars spread above it. A dark gray blanket rose and fell with his breathing.

Her fingers twitched as she walked towards him. A whisper came, muttering unintelligible compulsions in her ear in a voice that sounded like his. She gazed upon his sleeping face.

Peaceful. Not what she expected. It reminded her of the first time she saw him. She saw herself brushing her fingers through his messy hair, but didn't move.

Her heart began pounding in her ears, tracking the moments she lingered there, standing over him. Staring at his face and the scar she had given him. Crescent moons formed in her palms, evidencing her inner turmoil. How she wanted to plunge her weapon into his heart. How she wanted to, just as much or more, curl up next to him and feel his arms around her. He stirred in his sleep, Rey held her breath.

Run.

No.

Kill him.

I can't.

Then run.

She spotted the bruise on his shoulder, reminding her of how good it felt to bite him. She could taste his skin between her teeth. His lips on her chest.

It'll happen again.

He was dreaming about it. She didn't know how she knew, but standing close to him like this, she could almost feel the snow on her back. His warmth penetrating her.

Her hand rested on the lightsaber, shaking as she resisted the memory. The dream morphed to what had happened before that. Their fight. She remembered the sweat dripping off of her. The frustration. The crackle of his red lightsaber. Their stalemate before he had shoved her, intending to throw her off the cliff. But he didn't. He caught her, pulled her to safety.

Against his body.

Rey shivered.

Kylo's eyes fluttered open, staring directly at her.

The hesitation cost her. He saw her hand on her blade and grabbed her wrist. Rey dropped her weapon, it clattered onto the floor and rolled a short distance. In that moment she knew she didn't come here to fight with him. She set her knee on his stomach, twisting her arm until he let go, and she pinned his wrists over his head, using the Force to keep him down. Without it, he'd overpower her.

His body pulsated between her thighs, strong and hard. His lips parted with the effort of trying to get her on her back, but she wouldn't let go. Not again. The struggle brought her face towards his and his effort wavered when his eyes fell on her lips. He lifted his head just slightly towards hers.

Pulling her face away from his was like fighting a rip current. When she broke free, she gasped, throwing all of her energy on the Force, keeping him down so she could breathe. His presence was intoxicating.

It is.

He kissed her exposed collarbone unexpectedly, dragging her back down. A small groan escaped his lips as he thrust his hips up, brushing his cock against the inside of her thigh. He was thinking about his dream, the memory. The visions from her interrogation. It snaked up her skin, her mind like a vine, pulling her down into it with him.

Rey hesitated. The phantom snow stung between her thighs. Her skin where he kissed her radiated heat into her blood. A shiver went up her back and it made her body shake, buckling from the spreading weakness.

Kylo broke through their stalemate enough to lift his face and kiss her. Her resistance broke like a dam and she kissed him back. Their heads sunk back into the mattress. Her fingers squeezed between his. The blanket slipped out from between them. Underneath, he was completely naked. She didn't know which of them had done it.

Both.

Rey let out a strangled gasp, trying desperately to be quiet, as she fell down on him. Her slick folds wrapped around the underside of his shaft and she slid over him, guided by her own desire. Slow at first, eliciting a soft whimper from her. Kylo's body shook, fighting her through the Force to move how he wanted. She saw him break through and wrap his arms around her, flip her on her back. Smother her with his powerful body.

Realizing what he was doing, Rey shook the vision away with a smirk.

She moved along him faster, relishing his struggle for control while she melted into her pleasure.

It wasn't enough. She needed him to be inside of her. Her hips rolled up to his head and held him poised at her entrance for one precious breath.

Kylo twitched, wanting inside, but Rey held him still.

Panting, she stopped kissing him and rested her forehead on his. She went slow, eliciting a soft sigh from him that echoed her own, savoring every inch as it split through her until he was completely inside her.

She collapsed her head on the mattress between his arm and head, hair falling brushing his cheek as she started riding up and down on him. She tasted the sweat on his arm. Her tongue detected his skin and she bit him there, making him jump. It wasn't as satisfying as the first time.

This time it's different.

Kylo wasn't fighting her anymore, she realized. It bothered some distant part of her, but it was like a bouncing buoy bobbing at her as she caved to exhaustion. Her head dipped below the water, sinking down onto Kylo while he sunk into her.

Her thighs began to ache. Clenching her legs against his hips, Rey thrust wildly, riding the current of pleasure. Her dark prince watched her, encouraging her wordlessly. He was projecting his sensations to her, somehow. One moment she could see herself through his eyes as saw was now, feeling herself through him, the next he was pushing her onto the snow and ripping off her clothes. She felt through his burning skin how it felt to penetrate her for the first time.

Rey let out a whimper, slowing down so she wouldn't cum. Her legs shook in complaint, her body cried out in rebellion. But she didn't want it to be over yet.

Kylo pushed his lips against her neck, her cheek, finding his way to her lips. The force holding him down faltered, but he didn't fight back.

Rey stopped kissing and stared at him.

"Why aren't you fighting me?"

He blinked. "Do you want me to?"

I need you to.

He felt her need and understood her conflict. He pushed back, trying to free his arms from her grip. It made her angry. He was hers, this time. Each bounce on his cock made her stronger. She could even sit up and stare down into his eyes while he struggled, her hands on his chest, his lips twisting up with the strain of trying to push her off of him, his will breaking and building as she had her way with him.

There came an impasse. If Rey focused on holding him down, her pleasure slipped away. If she focused on her pleasure, he began to over power her.

"Let go." Kylo encouraged her. "It's okay."

He thought of her cumming. How good she felt squeezing around him, her body shaking with ecstacy, the pride he felt at knowing he had done that. Something good. She felt it all pool in her belly, making her legs and arms weak. She couldn't hold on.

As she came, she crashed down, latching her body tight to his, taking him as deep as she could. Her face came down on his shoulder as she shuddered and breathed in his scent, his warmth. As the intense first contractions passed, Rey kept pumping, slowly, to prolong it just a little longer.

She realized too late that she had stopped forcibly overpowering Kylo.

His strong arms came around her hips and crushed her to him. One arm went to her hair, across her back to hold her still. He fucked her hard and fast, burying her face into his shoulder to muffle the forced moans he pushed out of her. The bed shook, creating a rhythmic creaking.

Someone will hear.

It brought her back to reality.

Panic.

Rey dug her short nails into his back and tried to bite him, but couldn't reach anything. It was too much. He was enraptured with her, lost in her, his words echoed in her head: Let go. It's okay. Let go. Overwhelmed, Rey squeezed her eyes shut and surrendered herself to him.

She felt his orgasm through their bond.

He went still, shoved deep, stretching her open. His heart pounded against hers, and his member throbbing, pouring into her. Her back arched on its own, a reflex from the bloom of pleasure in her body and his orgasm, and she came again, wracked by a sudden sob. Kylo shoved her mouth against his shoulder and she sank her teeth into him once again, hot and sad, confused and relieved.

He rolled back onto his back and let her go. The room seemed to drop ten degrees immediately. Rey spilled out next to him, catching her breath, wiping the tear that streaked down her cheek unexpectedly. She turned her head and saw him staring at her.

"What's happening?" She asked before she could think too much about the repercussions. He seemed really far away now.

"Our link is fading." He said after a long silence. She turned to look at where her room was and saw it now had taken over most of Kylo's room. She wanted to touch him again, to hold his face in her hands and kiss him. To do these things without worrying about the consequences. She turned around but he wasn't there. She was staring at her own hut. In her own bed. All traces of Kylo Ren gone except the dull ache between her legs.