This chapter is a long one, and it is definitely very M. You have been warned.

Chapter 10

The day was finally done, and Kylo Ren could deliver Finn back to his cell and have Rey to himself for the evening. He smiled at the thought of seeing her and anticipated what they might explore together this evening. All was well in the First Order, though their plot to use his mother to bait the Resistance into an ambush had not yet come to fruition. Still, the Resistance would remain stunted while they held Rey and General Organa in captivity.

Rey and Finn were chatting quietly in the cage when Kylo returned to his quarters, but they stopped immediately on his entrance. Rey and Finn hugged as Kylo opened the cage for Finn to leave.

"See you soon," Rey said to Finn. Kylo wondered at that, but then Rey had no reason to believe that Kylo wouldn't allow her to see Finn again the next day. Truth be told, Kylo saw no reason not to either. If seeing her friends helped her smile, he would gladly show them to her.

Finn was uncharacteristically quiet on the way to his cell, but Kylo Ren didn't pry. He was indulging in the memory of the laughter he had heard from Rey earlier that day when discussing his childhood. Finn went into his cell without a word, and Kylo Ren returned to Rey.

She was smiling when he came in and opened the cage for her, and she immediately hugged him tightly. "Thank you for letting Finn visit me."

"You're welcome," he said and wrapped his arms around her. "It was the least I could do for you."

Rey closed her eyes and inhaled deeply in his shirt before stepping out of his embrace. "I'm going to shower before bed, Kylo." She bit her lip and smiled at him. "Stay up for me?"

"Of course," Kylo said. He reached up to stroke his hand through her hair and kiss it gently before stepping aside to let her by. He waited until she was in the refresher and then punched the air in delight. Last night had been unexpected and unplanned, but clearly she intended to do more with him tonight.

Kylo quickly changed out of his day uniform into clean underwear and loose, black drawstring pants. He sniffed his armpits and was at a loss of how to clean them until he recalled that there was a mini-refresher installed in Rey's cage. He rushed over and hastily scrubbed himself down with soap and a cloth. He debated leaving his top undressed, but after recalling her discomfort with nudity, he slipped on a matching black, short-sleeve top that would at least leave his arms exposed.

He put his lightsaber away into the lockbox even knowing she could get it out without his help, and then he turned off the coms to his room to prevent interruptions. He doubted they would go far enough to need contraceptives, but he pulled out the rubbers Hux had left him just in case, then decided it would be better not to leave them where she could see them and tucked them into a drawer in one of the nightstands.

Finally, Kylo could think of nothing else to do, and Rey was still in the shower. Normally, he was a patient man, but the anticipation of what might be coming had his nerves on edge with excitement. He had not been this nervous even when waiting for her capsule to arrive on the Supremacy after they had touched hands.

The shower water stopped, and Kylo tuned in to every sound he could hear from the refresher: Her footsteps across the floor, a towel being rubbed up and down her body, and the soft whisper of clothes being pulled on.

When she stepped out, she was not wearing her usual clothes, but one of his black short-sleeve shirts, which fell to mid-thigh on her, and no pants. Her hair was wrapped up in the loose turban he had demonstrated for her yesterday, and she was smiling nervously.

"You're beautiful," Kylo said.

"Thank you. I don't know what to do about my hair. It's still wet," Rey said.

"Come here. I'll towel it off for you."

Kylo patted the bed in front of him, and Rey sat down. He gently unwrapped her hair from the towel and carefully used the towel to squeeze water from her hair in clumps, occasional taking breaks to hand-comb the tangles out.

"This feels nice," Rey said. "I'm not sure anyone has cared for me like this before."

Kylo paused to kiss her neck chastely. "I'd like to make those times a distant memory." He smiled when he saw the blush run around the back of her neck, and he continued freeing her hair of excess water. "I think it's dry enough now not to worry about it," he said. He pulled the towel free and tossed it onto the floor. He could put it in its proper place later.

Rey leaned back against him and looked up at him. "Thank you."

"You're wearing my shirt," Kylo said. He wrapped his arm around her waist and felt the material over her stomach. "It looks good on you. What exactly do you have in mind for tonight?"

Rey blushed and looked away. "I wanted to thank you."

"For?" Kylo asked. He had seen her look away, and he was relieved for the standard tell that she was lying. He didn't want her to feel obligated to be with him, but he was comfortable letting her use feelings of gratitude as an excuse for her to act on her desire.

"For trusting me," Rey said and looked directly at him. "You trust me, and I want to repay that by trusting you." She glanced down at the huge shirt on her. "I'm still nervous about being naked, but I thought it might be easier to let you touch me if it's underneath what I'm wearing." Her voice shook as she spoke, and she clenched the hem of the shirt in tight fists.

Kylo frowned. "Rey, you don't have to force yourself for my-"

"I want to," Rey said firmly. "I liked what you did with me. I'm a little scared, yes, but I want to try it again." She trembled, and Kylo wondered what had happened to make her so scared. She had not been like this last night or even earlier today. Perhaps Finn had said something.

Kylo felt his rage build up, but he sighed and shook his head. Whatever the reason, she was way too nervous. "Come here. I think I should hold you before we try anything tonight." He pulled her under the sheets with him and tucked them both in.

Rey nuzzled against him and slid her left hand down his chest and towards the hemline of his pants. Fearing it was still too soon, he wrapped his own hand around hers quickly to stop her. Immediately, he sensed sadness from her. "What is it?"

"Am I bad at this?" Rey asked.

"No," Kylo said, though he had no idea what good or bad at this would look like. "I can feel your fear. I'm worried about you. Did Finn say something?"

Rey froze and then nodded. "He thinks I'm crazy for wanting to be with you, but it's my choice. I want to be with you, and I want to touch you. Please, let me."

Kylo nodded and freed her hand. He felt her rub him over the fabric of his pants, and a tremble of nervous pleasure ran through his body.

"It's soft," Rey said with furrowed brows. "Last night, it seemed as firm and large as your lightsaber hilt."

Kylo choked back a laugh at the comparison. "The holos you watched should have explained why."

"That's right," Rey said. Her hand stilled, as if she were at a loss. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"Me either," Kylo admitted. "I opened myself up to the force though for this. We do belong together." He paused, considering her earlier promise to stay at his side. "How will this work?"

"The force will show us the way," Rey said after a moment. She brought her hand back up to his face and stroked the stubble on his chin. "Are you growing it out?"

He had forgotten to shave this morning. "Would you like me to?"

Rey moved her leg over him, straddled his waist, and gazed down at him. "I don't know, but I'm wondering how it would look."

"Handsome and unspeakably attractive?"

Rey smirked and leaned forward to kiss his forehead, offering him a brief glimpse of her chest through the gaping neck hole. He reached up and rested his hands on her hips. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of her, but he didn't want to startle her when she was already on edge.

"Grow out what you like. It's your hair," she said.

"Want to stroke it again?" Kylo asked. It was a loaded question, and he could feel Rey's excitement through the force.

"If you don't mind," Rey said.

"It would be my pleasure," Kylo answered. He watched Rey scoot up him and brace her elbows on either side of his head. Her new position offered her breasts to him and allowed her to kiss the top of his head.

However, the oversized shirt she wore draped into his mouth, making it difficult for him to determine anything. He brought his hands up to pull the shirt taut over her. On feeling skin instead of cloth beneath his palms, he realized his mistake and pulled,his hands out of the shirt.

"No," Rey said. "Feel me." She leaned up on one elbow and pulled up the hem of the shirt herself to expose her breasts to him. However, instead of pulling it over her head, she let it drape down over his head, enveloping him in darkness underneath her.

"I can't see your face," Kylo complained, though he pressed his face between her hanging globes in the darkness anyway, relishing the feel of so much of her against him.

Breathlessly, Rey said, "Use the force."

"I want to see you," Kylo insisted, and he felt her embarrassment.

"Please, Kylo. I want to feel good, but I'm still reconciling my desire with a lifetime of abstinence. It's easier if I don't see your face."

Kylo frowned at the excuse, but he did not push her more. After all, there was a certain intimacy to not being watched either, and the force revealed that she was unquestionably hungry for his touch.

Like last time, he started off with a chaste kiss to each nipple, but without any cloth in the way, his lips felt them stiffen against him, and he felt himself harden in response. He kissed each again, this time using his lips to welcome them, and again, this time with his tongue. Above him, Rey moaned and started thrashing her pelvis against his abdomen as he intensified each kiss.

Like that, don't you? Kylo said through the force.

Yes. Rey answered, unabashed. He sensed a hesitation as she ground hard against him. Earlier, you offered to kiss me below. I feel a need there now.

Kylo had made the offer, but not with any real idea of how to go about it other than get his mouth down there, and he was quite enjoying their current position. He slid his right hand down her side and realized there was no space to move it between them.

Lift your hips. He instructed. Rey complied, and he cupped her over her underwear with his hand. She pressed against it immediately, and he mimicked the gesture back, hoping he was doing something right. I don't know what I'm doing. He felt her amusement and recalled then that those were her same words when she felt him.

Me either. She said, just as he had earlier. He nibbled her gently to show his appreciation. The holo said that sliding your fingers back and forth was a good way to start.

Kylo immediately regretted not having watched the holos himself recently, but he did as she instructed. He had not considered that their advice to her might help him pleasure her as well. She moaned harder now, and he could feel her wetness pool through the cloth to his hands. He growled at the cloth, wishing he could feel her directly.

Then pull it aside. Rey said.

Kylo froze, let go of her breasts, and pulled the shirt out of the way so he could see her face. "You mean it?" he asked.

Rey's eyes were fierce with passion and something he couldn't quite recognize. Triumph? "I mean it," she said. "Your hand can't get me pregnant. Neither can your tongue."

"Earlier, you said-"

Rey sat up then, climbed off him, and pulled her underwear off herself. She showed the plain white piece of cotton to him before dropping it off the side of the bed. "I mean it." She crawled towards him and pulled his shirt off. "And you don't need this either," she said, running her hands down his chest.

"Rey," Kylo said. He felt drunk on her boldness through the force. Something in his peripheral nagged at him too. Somewhere, Hux was angry, but he shut down that distraction to focus wholly on her. Hux could wait.

Kylo pulled Rey into his arms and hugged her fiercely before laying her down beneath him. "I love you," he said, hoping she might let him kiss her now.

"I know," she said, and she dodged his lips to bite his neck just enough that he moaned with excitement. He returned the favor, then pulled up her shirt to duck underneath it and again tease her as his hand traveled farther south on her.

He found her core warm, slick and wet. He experimented with stroking her until she was gyrating against him. Harder. She insisted, and so he did, pressing into her firmly as her motions became erratic and slowly stilled. He stilled with her, and wondered at how they would take care of his own growing need. He had not forgotten her earlier request to help him.

He freed himself of her shirt and gazed at her. "You're still in me," she said. He hadn't removed his fingers.

Kylo smirked. "I like the way you feel." Rey blushed.

Rey bit her lip, as if making some important decision. "I want to feel more of you." She glanced down at the bulge in his pants, and Kylo trembled with anticipation and doubt. She couldn't possibly want that so soon.

Another disturbance in the force registered in the back of his mind, and he shoved it away. "What exactly do you want?" he asked.

"Take off your pants," Rey ordered.

Kylo's hands shook so hard he actually had to try several times to get his pants off. He sat there, naked before her as she gazed at him, and wondered what she thought.

Rey took him in hand and gently stroked him. "This can get me pregnant," she stated.

"I have rubbers," Kylo blurted. He blushed. "They go over it so no semen can escape." Rey screwed up her face in such confusion that Kylo lunged for the night table where he had hidden them and pulled one out. He ripped open the foil and pulled one out. "See?"

Rey shook her head, flabbergasted. "Not at all. How does it fit?"

"It stretches. Here," Kylo said, and he began putting one on. Suddenly, he was thankful for the part of his training when Snoke had insisted with no small amount of disgust that Kylo practice equipping rubbers on phallic fruit. Snoke's logic was Kylo should be prepared to prevent procreating future adversaries should he ever succumb to passion. Well, the training was finally relevant. He finished smoothing out the rubber and flexed himself, showing off his accomplishment. Rey snorted and Kylo felt ridiculous. "That's how it works."

There were more disturbances in the force now, and Kylo wondered if he shouldn't see what's going on instead of making a fool of himself in front of Rey. He turned to look at the door and heard Rey pulling off her shirt.

"What are you doing?" he asked, staring at her naked figure.

Rey shrugged. "I want you inside me, and putting it that way, keeping my shirt on seems a bit silly."

Kylo's brain short-circuited. "What?" he said softly.

"Unless you don't want to."

"I want to," Kylo said. He ran a hand through his hair. "Are you sure you want to?"

Rey looked him in the eyes. "I want to. I won't regret it. Will you?" she asked. He sensed she was worried about something here, though he wasn't sure what.

"No, I won't regret it, but Rey, the jedi were celibate."

"I'm no jedi, Kylo," Rey said, and grief came with the admission, as if she had done something she regretted.

He reached for her face and caressed it. "Whatever you are, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Rey."

These words inspired more sadness in her, and Kylo regretted saying them. He hadn't meant for her to pity him. "Rey, I love you, and I would love to be with you."

"I love you too, Kylo," she said, and she kissed him. The force rallied around them even as he sensed chaos beyond, and he felt her push him gently back on the bed. "I… the holo said it hurts for a moment the first time, so please don't worry if I'm in pain. It will pass."

Kylo nodded dumbly as Rey lowered herself on him slowly, pausing every now and then to adjust. It felt amazing, and Kylo clenched the sheets to resist the urge to thrust in her before she was ready. Partway, she stopped and grimaced.

"Oh kriff it all," she said and slammed herself down with a cry of pain that flowed through the force. Kylo stared at her wide-eyed, wishing he knew what to do beyond waiting on her recovery. "Okay, that did hurt," she said, gazing at him in shock. "Did it hurt you?"

"No," Kylo said. "You feel amazing on me."

Rey smiled at that, and he drew her in for another kiss that she gladly accepted. She slowly began to move on him, and they fed off each other's desire through the force to climax together a short time later.

"I think I'm adding that to my daily itinerary," Kylo joked as Rey rolled off him. Rey didn't smile, and suddenly Kylo sensed something was very, very wrong. "Rey?"

"I love you," she said, looking him in the eyes. "And I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Kylo asked, but even as the words left his mouth, he sensed what he had been too distracted to notice before. "The Resistance."

Rey nodded. "They won. Hux was captured. The fleet is no longer yours to command."

Raise your hands if you saw that coming! Kylo's got as many questions as I expect y'all will have, and they should be answered next chapter.

Please let me know what you think!

Extra note: Yes, Rey loves Kylo. I'm twisted, but I'm not THAT twisted.