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the darkened woods, Rey, terrified, kept her blaster aimed. She had defended herself from foes and attackers before this, and has even killed when the need arose, but nothing has ever compared to this.
She almost wished that she didn't send BB8 off, but she knew that it was imperative that the First Order did not gain possession of the map the droid contained, the map of the location of the legendary Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker.
Her altruism was not a comfort however, when Death was so near she could feel it raise the hair at the nape of her neck.
Her eyes darted around for her pursuer, and then she heard a sound that she only heard once before in her Forceback vision: the rasping sound of a lightsaber coming to life. Kylo Ren's lightsaber.
Kylo Ren!
Rey's heart skipped a beat as the towering, black-clad figure of Kylo Ren appeared from behind a tree. She fired her blaster ferociously at him, but Kylo effortlessly deflected every bolt with his lightsaber.
Kylo swifly raised his hand, and Rey suddenly stopped, gasping, utterly unable to move.
"The girl I've heard so much about," stated Kylo as he paced slowly around Rey, who was on the verge of tears.
"The droid," He continued, whipping his lightsaber up to her face, illuminating her soft skin with its crimson light.
"Where is it?" He demanded again. Rey could only stare, unable to speak.
Deciding to change tactics for a more direct approach, Kylo deactivated the lightsaber and reaches up toward Rey's face, entering her mind, and after a beat, he removed his hand, surprised by what he finds.
"The map. You've seen it," Kylo declared, resuming the mental probe.
Explosions erupting in the distance shook Kylo's focus, and a stormtrooper approached with a report of incoming Resistance troops.
"Pull the division out. Forget the droid. We have what we need," Kylo ordered, and with a gesture Rey lost consciousness and fell into Kylo's arms.
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Interrogation Chamber, Starkiller Base, Ilum
Rey startled awake, surprised to see her captor kneeling before her, masked head tilted to the side in an almost child-like curiosity. She mades a move to react, but found she was fastened on an angled restraining rig of sorts.
"Where am I?" Rey asked.
Kylo continued to study her.
"You're my guest," he responded after a moment.
"Where are the others?" Rey demanded, her awareness returning.
"You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves you call friends?" replied Kylo as Rey stared at him. "You'll be relieved to know that I have no idea."
Rey glared at him, unsure whether he was being truthful.
"You still want to kill me," Kylo stated flatly.
"That happens when you're being hunted by a creature in a mask," Rey retorted.
Kylo considered her for a moment, and reached up to his helmet, standing up as he removed it.
The face Rey expected under the mask was far from the one that presented itself to her now. The face was human. Male. Young.
'Handsome', thought Rey, despite herself, taking note of how his flowing dark hair framed his pale, princely face. She was stunned, and it took a moment before her own mask of defiance was restored.
"Tell me about the droid," ordered Kylo.
"He's a BB unit with a selenium drive and a thermal hyperscan vindicator-" Rey began nervously.
"He's carrying a section of a navigational chart. We have the rest, recovered from archives of the Empire. We need the last piece. And somehow, you convinced the droid to show it to you. You. A scavenger-"
Rey flinched at the insult. Picking up on this, Kylo changed tact.
"You know I can take whatever I want," stated Kylo, moving towards Rey, his hand rising towards her temple. Rey recoiled his touch in anticipation of the painful mental probe, but she had nowhere to go.
They are both surprised by the contact, by the feeling that passes between them-an energy that they recognize in each other, a feeling that dissipates as Kylo began his probe.
"....you're so lonely...so afraid to leave..." Kylo probed. "At night, desperate to sleep...you imagine an ocean...I see the island."
Rey tried to resist, tears streaming down her face as she did so.
"And Han Solo. You feel like he's the father you never had." Kylo snorted. "He would of disappointed you."
"Get out of my head," demanded Rey, her eyes fierce through the effort of her resistance.
Kylo leaned closer. "I know you've seen the map. It's in there...and now you'll give it to me."
He smiled softly. "Don't be afraid. I feel it, too."
"I'm not giving you anything," Rey defiantly replied, despite her own trepidation at the spector of another mind probe.
"We'll see," retorted Kylo as he peers into Rey's eyes intently to resume the probe.
She met his gaze, and his confidence begin to waver as he slammed into a barrier in her mind. She did the unthinkable and entered his mind, and in that moment their minds merged as one, their innermost feelings and intentions laid bare.
A blaze of faint memories, emotions, fears, and deep desires passed between the two.
Staring at each other in stunned silence, it was Kylo who spoke first.
"Perhaps...there's more than one way to find what I seek..."
Kylo approached her again, this time with a greater respect and caution than he did previously.
He positioned himself before her as if he was going to enter her mind again, but instead thought better of it and awkwardly removed his black gloves with his hands and teeth.
Gingerly, with his right hand, Kylo brushed aside a lock of loose hair that had plastered itself on Rey's sweaty face, his other hand resting on Rey's right side.
"So strong...untrained, but stronger than you know. I can teach you. I can teach you the ways of the Force," breathed Kylo.
"I would never join you," spat Rey, doing her best to jerk her head away from Kylo's bare touch.
"Are you sure?" Kylo pressed, caressing Rey's cheek and jawline. "I can help you to become more powerful than you can imagine.."
Rey turned her head away from his, determined avoid his dark eyes.
Leaning in close, Kylo said "I felt what you felt. I could feel the desire in your mind, Rey. There's no point in hiding it."
Rey gasped as Kylo began to nuzzle her neck. The hand that had been resting on her side edged itself to her core, and slowly descended lower into the fabric of her pants.
"No. No. No ," Rey protested as Kylo's palm slid over her mound, his large fingers slipping the folds of her pussy between them.
"Yes..." Kylo replied, entering her with his middle finger, the bordering fingers massaging the lips of her cunt, his palm rubbing the bud of her clit.
Rey couldn't help but moan as he kissed her neck, his nose brushing along her jawline, her earlobe.
"No..."
"Your mouth says 'no', but your body says 'yes'...you are sopping wet for me...," Kylo cooed into Rey's ear.
Rey shifted in place, torn between the wrongness of his touch and the undeniable sensations of pleasure that Kylo was producing from within her.
She wanted to deny him, ...but she couldn't. He was right. Subconsciously, almost involuntarily, she didn't want him to stop. Her hips rocked with the rhythm of his hand, goosebumps raced along her skin as his lips sucked her earlobe, budding her nipples, heaving her chest, the restraining appartus the only thing keeping her in place.
"Yes...cum for me..." Kylo implored, his voice rising and his pace quickening as he edged her closer and closer to orgasm. "Cum for me, Rey...yes....yes!"
Rey gave into him, fully allowing her climax to mount, her breath hitching as Kylo grabbed her by the throat and planted a rough kiss on her lips, sharing her breath, his own breath ragged from exertion.
Rey's body convulsed as she came, her entrance pulsating around Kylo's decelerating digit, her lungs struggling for air as Kylo's grip tightened.
Her vision darkened and she--