Kylo Ren stepped out of the Hologram Room, moving swiftly through the halls as he replayed the words from the Supreme Leader over and over in his mind.

"Kylo Ren," he had said as Ren himself was kneeling down on one knee in front of the twelve foot hologram that depicted Supreme Leader Snoke. Ren lifted his eyes but not his head up to glance at his Master, only getting up from his crouching and kneeling position when Snoke waved his hand for him to rise.

"Supreme Leader," Ren spoke back, looking up at his leader through the slits in his mask. He didn't try to block any of the events from the past few days for he knew that Snoke would easily see past everything and punish him severely for attempting to hide something from him.

"I can see..how the Scavenger..is impacting you," the great creature spoke, his voice grave and hesitant due to his old age. Kylo Ren knew that the figure that he called his Master was around seven feet tall and was a dark grey color that looked sickly and had dulled over time. His fingers were not like those of humans but were curved and shaped into claws that resembled those of a raptor's; his toes suffered the same fate, and his toenails clicked upon the ground whenever he walked around. He was old but wise and mature, not a fool in the slightest.

"She has certainly begun to elicit certain responses and emotions from me, Supreme Leader," Ren replied honestly, a frown puckering slightly between his brows. "I am beginning to worry about some of them, indeed."

"The passion and lust that you feel for the Scavenger…it is not abnormal," he said, his voice hoarse, "She is a woman, and you are still but a man; you both, after never receiving any care from the opposite sex in a lustful or romantic manner...it is only normal that you feel the way you do. Worry not, Kylo Ren, but use these feelings to your advantage. You were right…attempting to seduce the girl to…the Dark side by attraction. You made…a wise decision."

"Thank you," Ren ducked his head a bit, giving his leader a gracious nod.

"Go to her, get inside her head…in her every waking thought. Sway her…convince her…you are dismissed," Snoke waved his hand at Ren before the hologram disappeared into darkness. Ren walked out of the room and travelled down the hallway to Rey's quarters when he was hit with a flood of emotions.

Gazing at a stream of water flooding from a rusty facet. Having one shower in an entire seventeen years that lasted for thirty seconds. A middle-aged man, his face full of wrinkles that contained the dirt and light colored sand of Jakku, with rotting, blackened teeth promising a shower that would last for three minutes, a true shower with soap and warm water that would feel delightful despite the heat of the scorched environment, and in return, he would receive a night with a young and attractive girl, a girl that had three buns in her hair, in his bed.

They were all memories, Ren realized after standing in the hallway for several long seconds. No matter if Rey meant to broadcast them or not, memories of showers and water had reached Kylo Ren as well as wave after wave of sadness and relief and feeling selfish flooded throughout him and his psyche. Ren continued down the hallway until he reached Rey's quarters, pausing only momentarily to unlock the door through the keypad and let himself in. He heard the shower running in the distance, and he abstractly wondered if he should be in her quarters while she was showering, while her wet and naked body was on display in a crystal clear glass box that was identical to his own. Before the images could have too much of an effect on him, Ren distracted himself by sitting in a chair and taking off his helmet and then reciting the alphabet forwards to backwards and then, backwards to forwards. He found that that method of thinking and algorithms were helpful for trying to remain focus in precarious and in situations full of adversity.

I saw them; I felt what you were feeling, Ren's voice flooded through Rey's mind, and she almost dropped the bar of soap that she had in her hand. His voice was quiet and solemn, almost lugubrious in a way, and it was eerily close, almost like he was in the room with her.

Are you in the living area? Rey asked timidly, her eyes widening as she felt amusement coming from Ren. Immediately, she shut off the shower, and she heard him give a slight chuckle in her mind.

Does it matter? He asked coyly as Rey ran a fluffy towel through her hair and then down her body. She ignored the annoying Ren as she dressed herself in the clothes that the First Order had provided for her. She walked out of the bathroom and deposited her clothes on the bed, promising herself that she would wash them when Ren finally left.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded once she saw the raven-haired man. She quickly pulled her hair into its signature style, glaring at the man seated on one of the chairs in the living room area.

"I am here because I wish to be," he responded cryptically, standing up as she entered the room. She crossed her arms over her chest, and he stared for a moment at her breasts as they were raised before his vision travelled to her face; as Snoke had informed him of the common knowledge that he had known since the moment he was born, he was after all just a man.

"Well, I wish you to leave," Rey growled, narrowing her eyes even further as he stood across the room from her.

"I do not, so I will not leave. It is time for your training sessions to begin," Ren said matter-of-factly, clenching his fists repeatedly in attempts to sooth the beast that was caged within him, pacing back and forth angrily as it rattled the bars on its cage, desperate to get to Rey and claim her in every way, shape, and form.

"I've told you more than once, Kylo Ren, I belong to the Light," Rey spoke with clenched teeth, "My Master is Luke Skywalker, and I am not going to be tempted to turn to the Dark side, despite your seductive ways."

"You cannot possibly be of the Light when you are speaking of me with such anger and hostility, not to mention the lust that I see as well. I can read you, Rey," Ren murmured, every word was a step in her direction until he stood immediately in front of her nose. "You are attempting to not submit to me and this way of life; it is better than the brightness that you have fooled yourself with for too long. Luke Skywalker is a fool as well. He believes that all of these emotions, these dear passionate emotions that his own Padawan feels deep within her, can be suppressed and eliminated. That is not human nature, Sca – Rey, let go, join me."

Rey stared up at Ren with hatred blended with a hint of lust and attraction, judging by the way her delectable brown orbs had dilated. She backed up and left the room, stalking over to the bedroom before shutting the door and piling pillows in front of it. It would not keep him out, she knew that, but she had to try and keep him out. He was confusing her, eliciting these strange emotions out of her that had never been coaxed, never been touched by anyone in her entire life. These new emotions and feelings were so strange, so foreign, and so feral, so wanton. When she touched him, when Ren kissed Rey, her body lit on fire, her back arched into him, her hands pressed against his chest, eager for skin to skin contact to strengthen the fire that she felt so deeply. She wanted to feed it, she hungered for the dangerous man, her enemy, and while she wanted more and more and more, her brain knew that she needed to get away from him as soon as possible. Most of all, the biggest part of her, just wanted to curl up and cry, to sulk and shout at the heavens why her, why did she have to be blessed with Force sensitive powers? Why did she have to carry out this mission for her Master, to be kidnapped and taken hostage by her enemy, by the very person that she loathed and despised? Why did she have to find Ben Solo? Why her?

She wanted to return to Jakku, the place that she had known as home for so many years. Even though she would miss Finn and Poe and BB-8 and C3-PO and R2-D2 and General Organa and Master Luke, she just wanted to be home in her familiar AT-AT where everything was safe and familiar and home.

Ren came into the bedroom then, shooting the pillows across the room. He again walked over to Rey until he stood in front of her like he had before, her eyes even with his pectorals and chest. Rey looked up at him, and in a move that surprised him, she placed her hands on both of his cheeks like he had done to her before.

"Talk to me," she whispered, a plan that had been formed in her brain previously swirled to the surface but behind the brick, mental wall that she had built, "Let me in, talk to me. Let me see you. Touch me, let me touch you. This is new for both of us; we're confused and frightened and angry and lustful. Let me in, let me find you, Ben Solo."

Ren's eyes flew open from where they had been shut, the anger in him rising and falling with the movements of his chest as he breathed in and out. He threw Rey to the bed, watching as she landed on the soft mattress, fear bubbling up in her brown doe eyes. In a harsh growl, he snarled nine words as he opened his lightsaber and raised it to attack the poor Scavenger.

"I told you not to call me Ben Solo."

A/N: Sorry it's really short, it's almost a thousand words less than the last chapter, but I felt some inspiration a little while ago and wanted to write and publish this while it was fresh in my mind. But, double update today! Hooray! No update tomorrow, possibly Thursday, most definitely on Friday though. Be patient, I promise good things come to those who wait (including sexy times). There will be more steamy (and actually sexual this time) Reylo to come in the next chapter. I love you all, thank you for favoriting and following and reviewing. Byee