3 months later...

Rey's back bowed off the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets mercilessly. Legs spread wide, she moaned audibly at the sensations that were coming over her. She opened her eyes, staring momentarily at the ceiling before looking down the length of her body to the man that had his head buried between her legs.

His hair was black as night and curled ever so slightly and touching his shoulders. His body was long and lean, with scars crisscrossed all along his exposed flesh. She would know that body anywhere, that hair, those scars.

His tongue flicked expertly along her sensitive flesh, causing another moan to escape as her breathing became labored and her toes curled. Not one to give in so easily, he stopped his ministrations and rose above her, his eyes piercing her own with their intensity and depth.

Rey could get lost in his eyes.

And then he was thrusting inside of her, his hand lifting her hips to grant him better access. All the while, his eyes stayed on hers, almost as if he was afraid she would leave him in an instant. Rey reached up and cupped his cheek, running her thumb along the bottom part of the scar he had before she was kissing him passionately, their tongues warring just as much as their bodies were for supremacy.

Rey moaned into his mouth as another thrust went straight to her core. She kissed him fervently, her hands running along the hard muscles of his back and digging in ruthlessly. She wanted him to keep going, to never stop. To never leave her. She was desperate for him.

Breaking their kiss, Rey gazed lovingly at the man before her as another thrust hit home. And then she was breaking apart in his arms as her orgasm took over her. Kylo dipped his head down into her neck, burying his face as he buried his body inside of her, his own orgasm taking over.

Spent, Kylo lay on top of Rey and she let her arms wrap around his torso, letting herself hold him to her as long as possible.

"I love you," Rey whispered into his shoulder, feeling a tear forming only to fall from her lashes and land on her cheek.

Kylo sat up, a haunted look on his face as he wiped the stray tear from her cheek. Rey closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his hands on her body. Until they wandered slightly lower and closed around her throat forcefully.

Rey's eyes widened in shock, although she should have known better. She had been having the same type of dream for months. Always sexual, probably due to the excessive hormones, she always told him she loved him because she just couldn't stand him not knowing, and he always choked her. Then she was waking up, confused as to if he had really been in her mind or if she was now having her own dreams about him. Regular dreams filled with sex and near death experiences. She had determined it was from her pregnancy. Hormones everywhere and she was constantly thinking about the Master of the Knights of Ren, wondering if he was doing alright, if he was okay. The things she had heard from General Organa when they could communicate weren't promising. If anything, Kylo Ren seemed so much worse once she disappeared from him.

"You say you love me, yet you fuck anyone that looks at you, don't you, Rey?" Rey's eyes flew to his face, shocked that he was actually speaking to her in this dream. Generally he just looked at her in such despair, began to strangle her and then she woke up. She grabbed the hand that was cutting off her circulation, now more terrified than ever that this wasn't a dream at all. Kylo was there with her, which could only mean he was getting closer to them in the actual galaxy. Rey needed to warn the others.

"Stop, Kylo. Stop! It's going to hurt the-" Rey stopped talking, taking a quick look to ensure part of the blanket was covering her presently growing womb before she looked back at him. As her vision began to cloud, Rey became frantic, clawing at his hands until they bled. She just needed him to let go.

"Hurt what? Hurt the poor little pilot when you wind up dead in your bed? I've been searching for you for months, scavenger. Once when I thought more of you, I would have given up, honestly, content to let you flee and live. Free to let the Supreme Leader I intended to hunt you down, when in reality, I only wanted you out of harms way. And then I saw you with your arm around that fucking pilot and it was never more clear to me. You would have done anything to escape the Supreme Leader. I was merely your pawn. I am never the pawn." And he squeezed harder, sitting up on the bed with his knees straddling her stomach, his other hand joining the first to choke the life out of her and their young.

With one final movement, Rey kneed him in the balls, feeling the satisfaction of the direct hit as he moaned deep in his throat, his hands falling away from hers. She used his distraction to shove him off of her, his body landing next to hers on the cot she used every night to try and sleep. Rey sprang from the bed and tried to open the door with the pin pad on the wall, but it was locked. Nothing happened, which made sense, because obviously Kylo Ren was steering this dream in whatever direction she chose. She heard Kylo cough and the sheets rustling and she shut her eyes in panic.

Maybe should could just shut her eyes and will herself awake? Rey had done it before... But it had been different then. Her hold on the Force had been less tenuous, more certain. Master Luke thought it was because the baby was a Force user, that perhaps it was harnessing some of her own energy in order to grow. Something about midi-chlorians being in all living beings and how they are used to connect to the Force. It was making her weaker even as it made her child more powerful, and hopefully, more drawn into the light of the Force.

After a few more seconds that felt like decades, Rey came to the horrible conclusion that she wouldn't be capable of ending the dreamscape, at least not at that moment. Even if she was stronger, she was far too panicked to do anything other than attempt any kind of wake up call on her own.

She hear more rustling coming from the man that was on the other side of her small bedroom and Rey turned to face him.

Kylo stood from the bed, well, he hunched from the bed, his head down as his breathing was labored. Then he was standing at his full height, gloriously naked in front of her, his eyes full of hate and something else she could only describe as white hot desire. Rey sucked in a breath, feeling the stirring in her body at seeing him so exposed and in front of her. How long had she truly been without him? It had been over five months in total. Only a few more months and she would be giving birth, tucked safely away in a planet located on the outer rim. Her baby would be without its father, not ever knowing the affection or love of the man who helped create it. Although if he was as close to her as she was beginning to suspect, her baby might well and truly be raised by its father, which was way more terrifying.

The thought made Rey's heart ache, but she tucked the feeling away and focused on the man in front of her.

Even facing the man intent on murdering her, her body still stirred to life, completely under his control, even without the Force. It sickened her that she was so attracted to him, that she missed him, evening knowing the outcome of coming face to face with him would result in something disastrous.

Kylo's eyes heated at the sight of her body, no doubt feeling the same way she was, despite his hatred toward her. His eyes lowered, focused on her larger stomach before looking back at her in confusion. Then he was on her, his hands wrapping around her waist lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist before he pushed inside of her again, his hips pumping back and forth.

What was he doing? What was she doing? She needed to get out, to leave. He saw her stomach, surely he knew she carried his youngling.

Rey's back hit the door as his hips thrust into her painfully, stretching her as he filled her to the hilt. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, pulling her body up slightly to kiss his full lips, their bodies slamming into one another. Then her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, her kisses becoming more frantic with his, their lips connecting over and over. Then his tongue was in her mouth, filling her even further. His hands clutched her ass, and Rey moaned as his fingers dug into her skin.

A few moments later and Rey was flat on her back on the cot, Kylo hovering above her like some sort of dark angel, his hand cupping her cheek as he stared down at her, their hips moving in unison. It was like that, with their eyes and bodies locked, that Rey and Kylo orgasmed together.

It was euphoric and binding, almost as strong as the Force bond that had formed before them. Rey reached up, entwining her fingers with Kylo's, although she could feel his reluctance through their bond.

"You realize this changes nothing." Kylo said down at her, his features twisting into a snarl. "Whose is it?"

Rey looked up at him, haunted by the fact that he truly thought so low of her, that he honestly believed she could forget him so easily and be with another. With any other. Did he really think he wasn't important to her?

"Do you really need to ask?" The words came out more steady than Rey assumed, for which she was grateful. She stared up at him, wanting to memorize every single line of his face. To capture this moment, as she knew it was going to be the last semi pleasant encounter between them. She would need to be stronger with her mind, to ensure she could keep herself away from him for as long as was necessary.

"Do you think I would be so naive to believe it could be mine?" The words stung, although Rey knew to expect it. Kylo had been manipulated time and time again, this being no exception. But she didn't want him to know it was his child. If he honestly believed it, what would happen to her? To their child? Would he take the babe from her arms?

What if he found her beforehand, took her back with him and she was forced to give birth in one of the ships of The First Order? Then she would well and truly never see her child after it's birth. It would be taken from her and raised to be evil.

"I don't care what you believe."

With that, Rey pushed herself up and away from him, her legs draped over the cot, back facing the man she was in love with.

"You know how close I am." The words were whispered like a dark caress.

"Yes." Rey said, voice strangled with the knowledge that she and the others would have to flee yet again to another planet. A safer planet. Somewhere far away.

"You're thinking of running." Rey remained silent, even as Kylo's fingertips moved slowly up and down her spinal column. She shivered at the touch but didn't look towards him. "You know you can't escape. I will find you, every time."

"No."

"Yes." He grabbed her long dark brown hair, tugging her head back until he was looking down at her. "Perhaps the child will be just as strong as its mother. I could use an apprentice."

"No." Rey claimed again, struggling in his arms to break away as his free hand came down onto her stomach, fingers splayed wide. He shut his eyes and Rey knew what he was doing. He was sending his essence into her womb, feeling the youngling.

"He's so strong." Kylo commented, his voice filled with awe. "I've never felt a power quite like it." He shuddered, almost as if something had passed over him, then he was letting go of her and his eyes pierced hers. "I'm already on Lothal, the planet you are hiding so pointlessly on. It's only a matter of hours before I have your precise location."

Rey sat up on her cot, breathing heavily. She looked down, realizing her night gown had been removed and was on the floor and she was completely bare.

She hadn't been dreaming. Kylo Ren was there. He was on the planet!

Springing up from her bed, Rey grabbed a robe, covering herself adequately enough and escaping from her room, wandering through the large hut and into Master Luke's sleeping quarters.

"Master, please wake up. Kylo Ren is here! Can you sense it?"

Master Luke sat up slowly, rubbing the sand from his eyes as he blinked warily at the woman before him. "Rey? Are you certain?" Rey nodded her head, not trusting her voice to remain calm and detached. "Oh," Master Luke replied after a few moments of focusing. "I'm surprised we didn't sense a disturbance before now, although if he's been blocking like we have, we should have expected such behavior."

"We've stayed too long and now he's here. He came to me again. He knows I'm with child. He sensed that the Force is strong with the youngling. What if he begins to suspect it's his?" Would it matter or was her child as good as lost to The First Order? She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't.

Rey would do anything to protect her child, even destroy the one man she had ever loved.

I just wanted to say thanks for all the reviews and follows on the last chapter. Also, Jackson, thanks for keeping me on my toes with the update :) Fingers crossed I can have another one to you all in the next few days as I'm not working as much as I usually do throughout the week.

Much love,

Mo