Both of us are unsure, I can sense the apprehension and tentative way we move together; but I also feel that this is beyond right. I want to run my hands across every inch of her body, but they are woven into her tangled hair, I grasp onto the fabric that criss-crosses across her chest and tug her closer; the kiss intensifies. I sigh into her and Rey moans softly. Her lips may be smaller than mine, but by the way she kisses me it doesn't seem like it. Although her hands are hardened her lips are smooth and beyond soft: I rapidly lose myself in the delicate, exploratory rhythm we create together.
Rey is just as inexperienced as I am, so it catches me by surprise when she bites my bottom lip before sucking it gently; I moan her name and her hands fall from my hair and run lightly down my back, trailing against my large scar, I shiver so intensely that my hands fall from Rey's hair and grip the edge of the bed; my lips unable to kiss her back. It feels foreign and a tingling sensation ripple through my skin, it is unlike anything I've felt before. Rey notices I don't kiss her and this she seems to wake from a trance. Instantaneously she is sitting on the far side of the bed, against the wall, her knees brought to her chest. Her lips are swollen and a deep red, I look into her eyes and they seem to beg for mercy.
"I'm so sorry..." I've never heard such a sincere apology. She seems to be in a state of shock, her eyes are wide and I watch them brim with tears again; it is unlike her to cry but today is certainly an exception. I don't understand; is she sorry for kissing me, sorry for touching me, or both.

"Don't be..." she can't seem to make eye contact with me.

"I didn't realise, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She seems to be sorry for barely even touching my scar.

"You didn't hurt me," I whisper, she covers her face with her hands, for a few moments we sit in silence. Then I get an idea, "Come here," I stand up and offer my hand out for her. She looks through her fingers before shuffling to the edge of the bed. She takes my hand and I help her stand; then I grasp her other hand. I curl her fingers so they grip the base of my shirt, I guide her hands up slowly, she seems uneasy as she pulls the material up my body. I watch her chest rise and fall, and she stares at my subtly defined torso. I feel myself stand a little straighter, puff my chest out a little further. She is about to pull my arms from the loose sleeves when the door opens. BB-8 comes rushing in. Stopping for a brief moment as Rey drops the shirt, it falls back around my body. The small ball rushes over, looks at me briefly, beeps once, then whirls in a fast succession of beeps to Rey.
She nods, "Okay, I'm coming..." She turns to me, "Kylo is awake." She informs me.

"Okay," I shrug, nodding quickly, but the motion slows as her words sink in, "Wait, what? Is he here?" I almost shout in disbelief.

"We kind of stole him. BB-8 disabled Hux's ship and as they tried to escape with Luke and I on board, it crashed, Kylo Ren was disoriented enough for us to induce him. Didn't you know?" She looks at me with one eyebrow raised and my expression is dumbfounded.

"No, I didn't know." My voice matches exactly how I feel, bemused. "He tried to take you?" I ask stepping back slightly my lips parted slightly, Rey's expression softens and she nods.

"I would have been okay," she reassures me; I decide not to argue with her.

"Now he is here, Rey, we have to leave..." I say quickly.

"You just told me you wouldn't run anymore,"

"That was different... You can't go to him, just think about what he could do... I don't want you to get hurt." I take her face in my hands.

"Don't underestimate me," she dictates with a lovely smile, "I know how to look after myself." Not this again, I think to myself.

"I don't doubt you, but he can still hurt you." I know she'll do whatever she pleases, because she's so stubborn, but it doesn't hurt to try and convince her.

"You can always come and protect me," she is sincere, but I can still grasp the hidden sarcasm. She softly brushes her hand against my torso and I roll my eyes, letting my hands slip from her face.

"Like you'd let me..." I say to myself.

"Come on," she hits the back of my head lightly and walks after the droid as it rolls away. I follow her and BB-8 out of the Falcon; as we walk on the solid tarmac the feel the heat radiating from it, the weather is still as warm as it was when I left. We walk quickly through the loading dock, a few pilots look at me with questioning looks, but I keep my head down.

We enter the base and I see Poe approaching, "I was just looking for you," he says to the small droid.
BB-8 looks up to Poe and beeps quickly.
Poe smiles, "I can see that," he responds looking at us then back down, "Come on, I'll take you to him." I hesitate slightly, Poe notices. "We won't go in with him," he reassure me, I nod, and follow them through the familiar halls.

We enter a part of the base I didn't know existed and I am intimidated as we walk through a thick, secure door and undergo numerous identification tests before we enter the room. We stand in front of a mirrored window separating a gowned Kylo Ren from the rest of the base: there is nothing in the room, not even a bed. He stands in the centre of the room, without his mask. I notice a large scar running across his face and wonder if Snoke did it too him, punishment for the destruction of Starkiller Base; finally giving Kylo a reason to wear his mask. He is staring back through the glass, not towards me, but it is unnerving and makes me uncomfortable.
"He can't see you, or hear you," A gentle voice causes me to jump; I look into the corner of the room to see General Organa sitting on a chair. I can't prevent myself from feeling pity for her, sitting alone in the dim light staring at her son, who must sense she is here for he stares directly back at her. I want to hug her, tell her everything will be okay; but I cannot lie to her.

"How is this safe?" I ask her, not understanding how he has not been able to escape somehow.

"I have the force too, you know," She says matter-of-factly, "Nothing could get out of that room, everything is secure." I nod I wonder how long this fortress has been awaiting its intended detainee. My focus is drawn towards Rey as she walks to the glass.

"Be careful," I whisper, taking a few steps closer to her. Despite what the General just told me, the whole situation is unsettling. I stand beside Rey and unexpectedly she takes my hand; I feel my shoulders lose their tension. Poe's smug smile burns into my back but I pretend I do not notice.

We stand in silence for a while, before I ask, "What did he do to you?" She glances up at me, confused. "On Starkiller Base..." I add, and she looks away from me, and back through the glass.

"You would know, wouldn't you?" Her tone holds no accusation - she's genuinely questioning my knowledge - but I still flinch at her words.

"I have some ideas, but I just need to know," she looks up into my eyes.

"He tried to Force the information out of me, literally," she laughs but I don't. "Okay, not funny. That was it though," She squeezes my hand, but that isn't enough reassurance for me.

"Did it hurt?" Rey takes a sharp breath and stares blankly at me, not wanting to answer; her hand goes somewhat limp in mine.