Author's Note: Spring Break! Finally! How do I celebrate? 3,421 words of Reylo goodness of course! Also, this chapter does contain a lot of fluff, and a lemon. So prepare yourself folks.
General Hux was now in his chambers. He had just heard the news of Ren and the girl's departure, and was astonished and outraged that the Supreme Leader let Ren leave without punishment for his actions. He was hoping, praying, that Snoke would torture the girl in front of Ren, make him watch in agony as his precious little toy struggled for air. Better yet, he had hoped Ren would have been tortured himself. He would have loved to hear him scream in pain.
He hated Kylo Ren with fiber in his soul. He was the Supreme Leader's favorite, and a powerful force user. He was jealous that he was not force sensitive himself, and envied, and resented Ren greatly for his power.
He was infuriated, inflamed, enraged with anger with the thought of Ren being praised for his actions, praised for disobeying direct orders from Snoke.
He took out his blaster pistol then and proceeded to shoot at the mirror that stood before him. He shot and shot at the mirror imagining Ren as his own reflection. His face was contorted, his teeth were gritted, and he screamed in anger until the glass shattered and crumpled to the floor. Once the mirror had shattered, he continued shooting at the wall in which it had stood.
Captain Phasma was on her way to Hux's rooms, she had a plan of her own. She knew Hux was most likely furious at the thought of them leaving, and she placed the responsibility on herself to ensure that Ren and the girl did not experience any more interruptions.
Once she was standing outside his door, she could hear the sound of the blaster pistol, and his horrid screams, and saw the on and off flashes of red light coming from beneath the door. She paused briefly, sighed, and entered in the code to his room.
Hux abruptly stopped what he was doing, and faced the chrome armored woman that now stood before him. He slowly lowered the pistol and tucked it in the hilt of his belt. He then wiped the sweat off his forehead as he caught his breath,
"Good evening, Captain, I apologize for all of the commotion. I was simply trying to perfect myself in the art of shooting my blaster pistol."
Phasma stood there then, trying not to laugh. She looked around the room and saw the broken glass from the mirror on the floor, there were holes in the walls, in the ceiling, and even one in his bunk. He had worse temper tantrums than Ren.
"Ah yes, I can clearly see that, General, but that is not why I appear for you now." Hux gave her a puzzled look. "I am here by orders of the Supreme Leader, she continued. "He wishes to meet with you at once, in person. He is waiting for you now, in a nearby training facility."
All of his anger towards Ren suddenly subsided, he was frightened now. He was there? In person? No one has ever seen Snoke in person, only in holo form. What could he possibly want with him now?
Hux adjusted his collar then, and quickly ran a comb through his hair. "Very well, Captain, inform Supreme Leader I shall be there momentarily."
Captain Phasma simply nodded, and left the room, smiling greatly underneath her mask.
Rey was asleep in the copilot's chair, arm's crossed, neck slightly dangling down. It was the middle of the night now, and Kylo Ren could not sleep even if he wanted to. He thought back on what he had told her hours before, that he is on her side,that he wishes to kill Snoke, destroy the first order, and finish what his grandfather Anakin Skywalker started. He thought then of his mother, and the members of the Resistance. He knew Rey would want to go see them immediately, tell them everything, and tell them that Ben Solo was indeed alive. He wondered if his mother would ever forgive him for all of the harm that he has done, and all of the pain and suffering he has put her through. He missed his mother, he loved his mother. He wished he could have told her, and Han Solo, of his plan at the start, but he knew he would be putting them in immense danger if he did so.
He thoughts drifted then to his father, Han Solo. Although he and his father had often butted heads, he did not wish to kill him. When he held out his light saber to him on the platform on Starkiller, he was hoping, praying, that he would take a hold of it and drive it through his own chest, ending his misery. When he didn't, he knew what he had to do. He couldn't leave there and return to Snoke without obeying orders, without killing his father.
He remembered then how Cheewie blasted him in the side in anger, and how it didn't hurt twice as bad as his heart did that moment. He remembered Rey, her face, filled with tears, screaming in agony over the loss of the man she viewed as a father.
He was gone, gone forever, and there was nothing he could do about it.
He was resting both of his arms on the elbow rests of the pilots seat when he looked over and saw Rey slowly raise her head, she rubbed her neck in pain, and looked over at him, studying his face.
"What?" he asked with a smile.
She smiled back, "Nothing, I'm just trying to make sure this all isn't just some twisted dream, that you actually told me you loved me, and that you wished to kill Snoke."
He leaned over and kissed her, "No, you are most certainly not dreaming, believe me."
"Good," she said as she rose out of her chair and straddled herself on his lap.
"What do you think you are doing?" he said as he smirked and cocked up an eyebrow.
"Shh," and she smashed her lips onto his.
He was relieved to know that she did truly love him, that she wanted him, again, like this. He was sure after he confessed everything to her, she would never want to touch him, let alone come near him again. He knew he wanted her as well. Like he did the first time they had partaken in the most physical activity imaginable. Like when he saw her bare back facing him, glowing in the sunset outside of the cave on Takodana. He wanted it to be different this time, he wanted to her know that it wasn't just her body he wanted, but her heart, her soul, her mind, everything in between. He wanted to prove to her that he truly did love her, and she was not just a body to pleasure himself with.
"Rey," he gasped as he kissed her. She pulled back from then, "I'm sorry I should stop, do you want me to stop? He smiled greatly, "No, no of course not," he said as he moved a stray hair out of her eye. "No, I just think it would be more comfortable if we continued this on a more, erm, horizontal position."
He searched her eyes for a moment, and was relieved when she cocked an eyebrow and smirked at him. "Oh yes, that would definitely help my aching neck," she said with a coy smile. "Are you sure? Because I'll gladly continue this here if-"
She interjected by kissing him again, thus giving him his answer. He slowly rose out of his chair then, and held onto her as she continued to straddle his hips. It was extraordinary just how strong he was, holding her, like she was nothing but a mere feather attached to his hips. He then made his way to the rooms where the Stormtroopers usually slept.
The room was fairly large, and contained hundreds upon hundreds of bunks. He broke his face away from hers for a brief moment in order to locate the closest one. As he spotted one, he resumed kissing her, and gently laid her down on her back. The average Stormtrooper was at least 5'7, and he was 6'3, so the bunk was smaller than his rather large form. He didn't care much at that moment though how awkward he felt being on such a small bed, all he cared about was how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. He repositioned himself on top of her then in order to make up for the size of the bunk in which they lay. He was now kissing her neck, and she was running her fingers through his hair,
"Ben." She gasped.
He slowly rose from her neck and gave her a puzzled look, he was still not used to her calling him by that name. He thought then of how selfish he was the first time they had slept together, when he was trying his best to keep his secret, to keep his feelings for her hidden safely away. He wanted to make up for that moment,
"I love you," he said.
She cupped his face then with her rather small hand, and stroked his chin with the pad of her thumb,
"I know," she said as she smiled, slightly teary eyed.
He pulled off his shirt then, still torn from his encounter with Hux and the Stormtroopers on Takodana. Rey remembered then the first time she saw his chest, sculpted as ever, how she had tried her best not to stare, at him. But there he was, the man she loved, in his purest form.
She pulled the long sleeve black t-shirt off of herself then that Captain Phasma had lent to her during their last encounter, and threw it to the ground. He stared at her chest then, and thought how beautiful she looked as he admired her toned arms, and her flat stomach,
"You are so beautiful. I want you to know that," he said as he began to kiss her all over her body. He kissed her forehead, he kissed her cheek, he kissed her neck, her lips, and then made his way down each of her arms, slowly taking his time as he tasted her skin. He kissed both of her breasts, and slowly kissed his way down the line of her stomach.
He stopped then, and looked at her, and her eyes told him he could continue. He slowly began to roll down her leggings, kissing every inch of her thighs, and down her legs. He even kissed her toes. As he finally pulled them off her ankles, he threw them aside to where their shirts lay. He then started to release the drawstring to his pants, and looked up at her as he did so. Her eyes were so intense, not with anger this time, but with desire. He then inched her legs slightly apart, and resumed his position on top of her. He slightly grazed his manhood to her entrance, and watched as she titled her head slightly back.
"This time, will be different," he said as he moved an inch closer inside of her, "This is no longer a desire for just your body, I want to feel everything, I want to feel the light that radiates within you."
He finally inched up closer, and was fully inside of her at last.
General Hux felt slightly embarrassed that Captain Phasma had seen him in such as a state. Hair disheveled, his room a mess, screaming like a banshee out of anger. He began to feel more and more uneasy as he made his way through the corridors to training room 1354. Captain Phasma had told him that the Supreme Leader had requested his presence in this specific room, in person of all things. He feared that Snoke was there to give him another task, perhaps more dangerous this time, or even worse, he was there to kill him. As he cleared his throat and adjusted his collar, he slowly typed in the code to the room. As he entered the room, and the door hissed behind him, he noticed just how dark it was. He couldn't see his hand if he put it in front of his face, let alone see the face of the Supreme Leader.
"I was informed you were requesting my presence, your leadership," he called out to the darkness. "Are you here? I am certain I hear the movement of feet."
The lights turned on at once, and there stood the woman who had given him the message in the first place.
"Captain, I must ask you at once what the meaning of this meeting is, I was told that-"
He stopped talking then, for she had decked him with her clenched fist. She then pulled out her comlink and said through her mask, "NR-3459, it appears General Hux has been injured in a training session, I need your assistance to carry him to the medical wing. We are located in training room number 1354, come immediately and speak to no one."
"Yes Captain." the trooper replied.
Phasma smiled in satisfaction, and put away her comlink.
As she looked down at Hux, blood dripping from his mouth from where she decked him, she spoke to him softly, "Well, General, it appears you are in a rather unfortunate situation, shall I assist you?" Before he could speak, she kicked him so hard in the chest Hux thought he was sure to vomit.
"You, can't stop me," he laughed. "I will find them, I'll kill them myself if I have to," he spat at her.
"Hmm, we'll see," and before Hux could reply he found himself unable to move, unable to speak, at the hands of the Captain's stun ray.
Kylo Ren awoke the next morning, and thought back of the past nights events. He had taken her, tasted her, like he did the night she kissed him for the first time. It indeed was different this time around, just as he told her. The light that flows within her beamed through him as he had thrusted himself into her body. Their souls, their minds, their bodies were connected at that moment, and the connection within their force bond stronger than it had ever been. He stared at her now, she was laying on her chest, half of her back exposed to the cold air of the room. He stroked her shoulders gently, and kissed the small of her back.
She turned over at once, and smiled with her sleepy eyes. "Are we almost to our destination?" she asked as she stared into his dark brown eyes. He tucked her hair behind her ear, "Yes, actually, we should be arriving any moment now."
She sprung out of bed then, and picked up her clothing, "Well come on! Get up you scoundrel! She said with a slight laugh as she put her shirt over her head, "You need to get dressed and eat something, so well both be properly prepared for training."
He smiled at her as he watched her put on her leggings. "I'll be up in a second, go try to find some food rations for us to eat, okay?" he said.
He she leaned in and kissed him, "Alright, but you do need to get up in a minute. I won't have you laying around all day."
"I wouldn't entirely object to that if I got to lay around all day with you by my side," he replied.
"I'm sure you would love that, wouldn't you?" she laughed. "I'll go find us some food now, remember what I said." She said, smiling.
She walked out of the room then, towards the cockpit. For starters, the ship was rather large, and Rey didn't know where to begin to look for food. She noticed then that there were some small cabinets lined above the cockpit. She figured they were there just for storage when she first saw them, but now she wondered if there was possibly anything editable in there.
The cabinets were placed up high, and therefore she could not reach them on her own. She thought then to call in Ben, for he was taller than her, but she did not wish to for she thought she might annoy him. She then shut her eyes, and put all of her concentration on one specific cabinet, the one in the middle. She outstretched her arm then and thought to herself,
That cabinet, will open.
That cabinet will open.
With her eyes still closed she heard a slight hiss. It had worked. She then forced grabbed the contents from inside one by one and carefully placed them on the ground beside her. There were packets of a foul smelling meat that Rey immediately tossed aside, there were various packets of rice, and what looked like granola, and lastly, to Rey's surprise, she saw that there was the mysterious yet familiar bright pink apple shaped fruit that she scavenged from the tress when they were training on Takodana. She was so excited, and took a rather large bite out of the fruit without a second thought.
As Kylo Ren was getting dressed, he saw a bright flash of blue light before him. He shielded his eyes, and once he opened them, he saw no other than Snoke, appearing in a slightly different hologram form before him. The form was smaller, and it took him a minute to realize it was coming from his comlink.
He quickly finished dressing himself as the hologram appeared more in focus.
"Kylo Ren," the hologram said, "I am calling to ensure you have arrived safely to your destination."
Ren stood back for moment, Why did he care about his safety?
"Yes, Supreme Leader, myself and the girl have safely returned to Takodana to resume her training," he lied.
Snoke searched his face for a moment, "Excellent, I shall be checking on her progress frequently."
"Yes, your leadership," he said. "I shall be eagerly awaiting your next arrival."
The hologram said nothing, and disappeared. Kylo Ren felt himself catch his breath then, and grabbed his saber hilt as he walked out of the room to the cockpit. He saw Rey there, her back faced to him, with a strange pink fruit in one hand, and the other hand on her hip.
"This can't be right," he heard her mumble to herself as she peered down at the coordinates to their destination. "No, it can't be."
"It is," he said as he watched her jump. She turned around slowly, and faced him. "You're telling me, we are now on our way to D'Qar? The location of the base of the Resistance?"
He slowly made his way towards her, "You are correct."
Rey was very confused; she was ecstatic of course, but mostly confused. She had thought of General Organa, of Finn, of Poe, the rest of the Resistance every day since her first day on Ahch-To, and how much she missed them. But at that moment she wondered greatly why on earth he wished to go there.
"I think it is time I pay my mother a visit, that I explain everything to her, and ensure her that her son is not entirely dead."
She kissed him, "Yes, yes this will be good. She misses you Ben."
He sat in the pilots chair now, "I just hope she does not….hate me."
"You're her son, Ben, if she loves you as much as I know she does, she will forgive you for what you have done, but expect it to take time."
He stared straight ahead then, and saw D'Qar in the distance,
"We shall see."
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