Running. Running as fast as her legs could take her, but there was no escape.
What is the point of running? Her body was screaming for her to give up, but she wouldn't. There was no way she was going to let the monster swallow her whole again. This time it would be different.
Give into yourtrue feelings. No, she would run even if it was the edge of the planet. She had to ignore his footsteps and his gravelly breathing. Then in a blink of an eye, she was no longer running in the forest but down a long corridor. Torches ignited as she ran by and his footsteps grew louder behind her. She had then come to a dead end, a cold, stone wall. No door. No window.
"No escape," came a deep murmur behind her, making her shiver. Now was the time that she would wake, but something was keeping her asleep. She didn't dare look behind her though she felt him approaching her. She was nervous. Her mouth was dry and her palms were sweating.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath made her shudder, "I'm here to find my sanity."
"Sanity?" she scoffed, "What good would that do for you?"
"More than you know," he purred as his lips placed soft kisses on her neck, "I want you, Scavenger."
She pushed him off her shoulder and darted pass him, only to find another wall blocking her way out. No door. No window.
"I wouldn't be here if you didn't feel the same," he said, "That's how these things normally work."
"I don't want you here!" she yelled, "I want you gone!"
"Yet I'm still here," he said smugly, making his way back toward her.
Now facing him, she could see the detailing of his face in the faint light of the room. Pale skin with scattered beauty marks, the scar she had given him was a faint pink now, but didn't deform like she had hoped. If anything, it made his features more pronounce. He was only dress in a black tunic and pants, missing were the cloak, mask and boots that seem to intensify his whole look. His hair was longer now and more mess than she remembered.
"You feel it, don't you?" he asked as he smirked down at her, now only inches away from her, "That longing. That urge to give into your lust."
"You're wrong," she replied, but she could feel herself wavering as she felt her back against the cool wall and he towering over her. His eyes were intense, driven by desire. He was the wolf and she, the faun. He had finally corner her and was ready to swallow her whole. This was the end and she had to accept it. His face was now only an inch away from her, his nose brushed against hers, never breaking eye contact with her and his lips hovering over hers. He could pounce now, so why wasn't taking advantage of it?
"Kiss me," he commanded.
She staggered at first, shaking at the huskiness in his voice, before closing the space between them. Electricity seemed to shoot through her body when their lips met in that soft innocent peck, followed by another soft kiss. Her face was warm as she felt an arm snake around her waist and a hand rest behind her head to deepen the kiss, having their bodies touch. Her arms seemed to find their own way around his neck before she felt a light nip on her bottom lip, making her gasp so his tongue grazed hers. She had kissed before, but she never knew that there could be such passion and wanting behind them. Somehow the scene around her had changed. They laid on a soft bed with silk sheets, surrounded by pillows and candles. A faint smell of lavender hit her nose as he pulled away from her. Dazed, she watched him pull his tunic off, revealing his chiseled upper body. Well defined arms, chest and stomach with faint scars scattered in different places, varying in different sizes. She lifted herself and ran her fingers over a long one across his chest. He grabbed her wrist and forced back down on the bed. She yelped. His grasp was strong. He was starting to become rough as he began to nibble on her neck. Once he started to bite hard was when she started to panic. She tried to wriggle her way out from his weight, but he straddled her to make sure there was no escape. This isn't what she wanted at all. She didn't like where this was going anymore as she felt another hand creep inside her blouse.
"NO!" she screamed.
"Rey," she heard faintly and felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.
Rey bolted up from her bunk, slamming her head into the metal beam above her.
"Rey, are you okay?" Luke asked, "Another nightmare?"
"I… I guess," she replied hoarsely, rubbing her forehead where the pain was coming from.
"Well at least it's over now," he reassured her, handing her a pill for her headache and a glass of water, "We should be arriving to the Resistance base soon. Get ready for landing."
She nodded. When he left, she sighed, trying to forget about the dream she had just had. There was no way that Kylo Ren was truly in her head. They were lightyears apart. It was just her imagination running wild, but never would she had want to kiss the beast that haunted her every waking moment. He was the enemy. No matter what General Organa said, there was no chance in saving him. She got up from her bunk to the water basin across the room to wet her face. When she looked up in the mirror, she gasped and stumbled back a bit at what she saw. Her neck had a few red marks from where the monster had attacked her.
He threw himself into his training. Dodging and blocking every attack thrown at him, slashing and slicing every attack droid that came his way. When the last droid fell, he stopped to catch his breath. He had her. He had actually entered into her mind. This time it was real. She was real. Not illusion or apparition his mind liked to dream up. He could truly taste the honey and orange in her kiss, feel her soft skin, and hear her moans. It was perfect. He was finally going to get the release he had been want, but in a blink of an eye she had forced him out. She resisted him again, leaving him with a desire that couldn't be tamed by anyone.
"When you're done destroying our back up droids," a snide voice said over the intercom, "Your presence is needed in the battle room."
"In a moment, General Hux," Kylo Ren replied, deactivating his lightsaber and making his way to his private bathroom to wash the sweat off of his body.
Once the cold water hit him, his eyes closed and his body relaxed. He allowed his mind to wonder. He began to think about the scavenger of Jakku again, how she trembled at the sight of him. Those lushest lip and intoxicating scent that had him wanting more. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a different shower. It was smaller, like one would find on a freighter or aircraft. The curtain open revealing his naked desert flower. She didn't seem to notice his presence as she enter the shower. Her back facing him, he noticed her hair was much shorter than what he remembered, only falling pass her shoulder, but the freckles were still there on her shoulder. As his eyes lowered, he noticed a couple of faint scars on her upper and lower back and the roundness of her buttocks was a delightful sight to see. She sighed as the warm water hit her skin. He wondered, reaching out a hand to allow his finger tips to brush her shoulder. She shuddered, but paid no mind to it. He decided to try a little more and allowed his finger tips to run drop her spine, making her shake a little more, but still paid no attention to it. So he decided to try his luck further. He approached and started to run his large hand across her shoulder. Massaging the soft skin, helping her to relax more. He then let them slide down her arm, making her sigh and expose a side of her neck. He placed soft kisses there, pressed further. One hand cupped one of her small breast and started to massage it, while the other grazed along her side and across her stomach. She let out a gasp when he took her nipple in between his forefinger and thumb, pinching and rolling it till it pebbled for him. When he let a finger graze her nether folds was when she finally turned around. She could probably sense him, but if she did, she made no attempts to cover herself. Now he was able see everything he had been longing to truly see. From the small perky breast to the small bush of her delicate flower, he drank in this image so he could save it for later. When her hand reached out to him, it made contact, frightening her beyond belief. Her face had gone white and she bolted out of the shower before he had a chance to stop her.
In a snap he was brought back to his own shower, more frustrated than he was before.
She must have been going crazy. That was the only way to explain it. Shivering in the corner of her private room as the water dripping from her hair was puddling beneath her. How did he do that? She felt the familiar touch of his chest and could have sworn his face was there too. Like a ghost haunting her at every moment. She shuddered at the thought. Just a trick of the light she told herself.
You feel too though.
When they landed in the base on Hoth, Rey huddled herself into the thick coat Luke had provided her. Busy and bustling people were everywhere. It was all new and exciting to her, till she saw a familiar face she had been longing to see for a long time.
"Finn!" she exclaimed as the defected Stormtrooper engulfed her in a hug, lift her up in the air and spun them around with chuckles escaping from his chest and filling the space around them.
"You're walking," she said to her surprise.
"Dameron has been on my tail about building up my strength since waking up," the young man retorted as he rolled his eyes and became to mimic the voice to the X-Wing pilot, "We need every able body working on this base. The sooner you're walking the better."
Broder shoulders and more muscle, Poe must have been working him hard. Finn went into detail of everything that happened to him from the time he woke till now, the number one pilot in the Resistance was ready for battle. He beamed with pride, feeling as if he was finally doing something important for once and having free range to go where he pleased. When they settled into the mess hall, it wasn't until then he noticed that Rey had barely said a full sentence around him.
"So tell me about your time on Ach-To," he began as she sipped her caffa, "What's it like training under the great Luke Skywalker?"
"I wouldn't know," she replied, staring down into her cup, thumbing the rim, "I just simply gave him back his lightsaber."
"Not train you?" he was surprised, "He never offered?"
"I never asked. My mission was to bring him back."
"Yeah, but I figured that maybe you would want to learn how to use the Force."
"And become a monster?"
"You're not like him," Finn said as he took hold of hand to reassure her, "You could never do the things he's done."
"You didn't see our last battle," the young scavenger retorted, finally meeting his brown eyes, "You didn't feel the rage and the hate that was building up inside me. I wanted to slay him right then and there. I could feel it and I had the chance. Gave him a nasty scar to remember me by. I was ready to take his life the way he took Han's, but there was something else inside me that stopped me before the Starkiller started to fall apart."
Tears were building up in her eyes as she remember the scared face of Kylo Ren in the snow as she finally towered over him. Almost like he was a child cowering in fear. It was as if the roles were revised, but no matter how much hate was coursing through her, she couldn't bring herself to deal the final blow.
"It's not the same though," Finn continued, "You two are different."
"In your eyes we might be, but to me," she sighed, "I can understand why he would turn to the Dark Side."
He entered into that same room again with her sitting in front of him with her back turned away. He could sense her fear as she trembled like the flames of the candles surrounding them, but he could also feel her longing.
"I've never been intimate with anyone before," she admitted, "It frightens me even more that I desire is to give myself willingly to you."
"So why don't you?"
"Have you seen the kind of person you are?" she snapped, "You torture people, destroy anything and anyone in your path, but somehow my body and heart don't seem to mind that as much.
He was closer now, letting his large hands massage her bare shoulders, placing gentle kisses where the freckles started as way to calm her.
"Passion is the drive of true power," he started, "Give into that desire and maybe we can both find release."
She turned her head so her hazel eyes could meet his dark ones. She was being tortured by this feeling just as much as he. Lifting her chin, he brought his lips to hers and began to slowly consume her. He had pulled her into his lap, allowing her to straddle him. He felt her fingers rake through is black hair as they deepened their kiss. She tucked hard to pull him away so her lips could connect to his neck. Maker's breath, where did this confidence come from? He felt her soft pecks turn into sucking and lite nips before he threw her down onto the mess of pillows beneath them. Cupping her breast, he brought one nipple to his mouth while he allowed his hand to flick and pinch the other one. She was fight back the moans until he bite harder to make her scream. He smirked against her tit before attacking the other one in the same fashion. He could sense her losing control, being lost in an overload of sensations she had never felt before. When he felt satisfied with her breast. He began to kiss his way down her stomach, spreading her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. When she felt his breath on crotch, startled her and she tried to stop him. Why would he want to kiss there?
"No, wait," she spoke in a shaky voice trying to pull his face away before he Force push her back into the plush pillows behind her.
Relax. Enjoy.
His tongue lapped the little juices that were flowing from her, creating a new sensation she had never experienced before. He felt her tremble under his touch, making him smirk internally. He was going to push her over the edge. Firmly gripping on her waist, he thrusted his tongue inside as she shrieked in delight, feeling her tug on his scalp encouraging him to push her further. When he pulled away, she whimpered only for him to crash his lips back on hers, giving her a taste of her own honey self. He guided her hand to his hardness, aiding her in stroking it. She was trembling underneath him.
I've never done this before.
Relax.
She felt the tip brush against her folds. A slight panic build up inside her. She wasn't sure what to do.
"No," she whispered as she felt him try to enter, "I can't. Please."
He leaned back, his dark eyes staring into her soul with such intensity. She felt frighten. No one rejects a Knight of Ren.
"Trust me," he said with as much gentleness as he could muster.
A sharp bang came from the distance and an alarm was set off, jolting him from the dream he was in.
"Security breach. All personal report to your station."
"Damn it," he growled. He would make sure the intruder would pay for what they just did.
A/N: Yay! More smuttiness and fluff! Hooray for me and my obsession. I hope you all enjoy. See you in the next chapter!
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