"Rey…" I quietly say her name and she silently waits for me to elaborate, "I tried to fight it," Her lips turn up into a small smile.

"I know you did," She pauses for a moment and then continues her explanation. "He wanted me to prove that you are disposable to me. That you were holding me back, and wanted me to feed into my anger and convert to the Dark Side. Kylo also needed a pilot to escape the resistance base. He hadn't realised I had figured out his plan." There is silence for a long moment, "However, he hadn't predicted that I wouldn't be afraid of you." She adds and I hear the pride in her voice, but it makes stomach drop.

"You were afraid, I saw it, I see it every time I close my eyes," I mumble.

"Okay, maybe I was, for a moment, but I couldn't breathe," She jokes but observes the way I swallow harshly, "Kylo never realised how strong you are, but I knew you would be able to bring yourself back to me," She nods her heads emphasising her point.

"You did?" She shrugs her shoulders.

"Yeah, I know exactly what Kylo could never take from your control,"

I curiously ponder it for a moment before asking, "What's that?"

"Your heart," she states frankly, like it is a certainty, as if nothing else could possibly make more sense. A small flame ignites inside my core and I think I feel my body slowly start to thaw out of its numb and icy state. My mouth parts as I recall the way she pressed one of my hands against my chest and the other against hers.

Suddenly there is a loud knock on the door and it drags me from my recollection. I shimmy up the wall and twist the door handle to reveal a flustered Fletcher, he is quite later, he holds out a tray. "Here is your share, have a nice night." He says quickly before shoving it into my grip and hurrying down the hall pushing the cart in front of him. I call out a thank you, the contrast from the cold hallway to the warming room is intense, I quickly push the door closed with my foot. I turn back around and take a few steps forward before I notice that Rey is standing right in front of me. My jacket looks heavy on her slumped shoulder, or maybe that is the weight of something entirely different. She quietly takes the tray from my hands and places it on the table near my bag. I stand in the centre of the room, arms by my side. I am aware of the way my breathing has become shallow and my heart beat quickens. There is hardly any space between us, she glances down at my hands, I gulp.
"Rey-" I don't know what I was planning to say but she cuts me off before I can figure it out.

"Trust me…" she blinks and looks to me, right into my eyes - hers shine a marvellous green in the darkening room. She is gazing up at me as if she can see something deep inside me that I didn't know existed. She grips my hands gently and lifts them up. I want to pull out of her grasp, but I can't seem to find the strength to do so, my bottom lip quivers. I do not have confidence in my self-control, what if I do something to hurt her again… "Look at me," she coos, I hadn't realised I had squeezed my eyes shut.
I huff and reopen them, witnessing her calm yet intensely reassuring expression – it warms my soul. I am reminded of when I was going to leave her because I was scared of staying the night with her; the night I told her I could never leave her, I bite my lip to stop tears from forming realising that is exactly what I did. I wait for her to press my hands to where her heart lies, like she always does, so I am stunned when she continues to lift up them until she has them only a few inches from her neck.
Immediately, as if the proximity to her skin burned mine I flinch away, but she shakes her head and smiles as if encouraging me to let her continue. Her eyes fill with tears, tears for me. I silently shake my head back.

"I can't," my voice is hoarse, she nods ever so slightly.

"I trust you…" she whispers, and closes my hands around my neck, her skin is the strange combination between soft and rough that it always is. Rey's eyes flutter as she sighs into my touch, stepping even closer that our feet almost touch. She then releases her grip on my hands, and I continue to lightly hold her bruised neck – I dare not move in case I cause her any pain. Her eyes never leave mine, even when I focus on the small oval shape bruise which is darker, and a range of colours just under her ear. I remember the way my name fell so passionately into the warm air when I did that to her, I look back into her eyes.
I have never seen this look so clearly before, she looks at me adoringly and I don't understand why. She places one of her hands on my face rubbing small circles into my cheek, and her other gently grazes over the lump she had made.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "I just needed him to think I was willing to hurt you," I still have not moved my fingers in fear of what may happen. "I never wanted to hurt you either." Her voice is so quiet that I tell myself the only reason I lean closer is to hear her, Rey starts to close the distance between us; her lips hovering in front of mine, she lingers for a moment, and I wonder what she is thinking about. Her fingers move into my hair before she closes the space and captures my lips in hers. I can't seem to kiss her back, only silently sob into her as she moves her lips against mine.
What is she doing? Why is she kissing me? Why are my hands holding her so dangerously? I can't seem to quiet my mind, and my knees start to feel weak as heat starts to spread slowly through me. The combination of her light filling my emptiness disorientated me.
Whatever it is that Rey is doing she is causing my body to warm. I think I may even kiss her back for a moment, and Rey must notice because she adds more pressure and kisses me deeper; silently urging me to let myself go.

After a few more moments of awkwardly standing with my fingers ghosting her bruises, my instincts start to take control. My mind shuts off and I can't seem to focus on anything other than the way her lips feel, my hands move lightly, trailing from her neck to then bury into her hair, she sighs into my mouth and I deepen the kiss further. I take control of her, sucking and biting her lips, and exploring her mouth like it is the first time. I have missed the way she feels against me so much so that I begin to shake. My heart tries to fight it but soon my mind begins takes control again and I break us apart. Rey is breathing heavily and so am I, her hair is falling loosely from the ribbon small strands hang down her neck, and larger pieces frame her face. My knees cannot support my weight any longer so I slowly slip out of her grip and sink down onto the hard carpet. Rey lowers herself onto her knees in front of me, taking both my hands in hers. She brings my fingertips up to her lips and kisses each one, and it sends pulses of electricity through me.
"Why did you come to find me?" I mutter.
"It's time I came back to you for once," I suck in a painfully sharp breath, her words almost slicing me open.