Bond (Kylo Ren x Rey)

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Rey was still asleep somehow.

Kylo wondered how his appearance and touch had not alerted her to his presence, but he detected only a deep calmness from her Force signature. Her sleepy breaths punctured the silence as every bone in Kylo's body told him to get out of there. Now. But a little voice in him was whispering to savor this moment. To stay. Rey mumbled something in her sleep; something about a broken speeder. His heart beat an unsteady rhythm in his chest as she adjusted her sleeping position. His arm still around her waist, Rey shifted her wrist to grasp his hand in hers lightly. Her body relaxed into his and curled into his warmth. This must be a very deep sleep.

Kylo had to leave. This was already too much. His face was buried in soft tendrils of her hair. He could feel every one of her breaths reverberate against his chest. In his arms, she was so small. She was something he wanted to shield. Without thinking, his thumb began absentmindedly tracing small circles across the top of her hand. It felt natural. How? He had never done this before. She was a scavenger. A jedi. His enemy. Why was he doing this? It was as if his heart had acted of it's own volition. As if this was where he was meant to be. She just fit so perfectly. Every part of his body that touched her felt as though it was on fire.

Kylo had to leave. Usually his feelings had kept him away from people. From his mother. From his father. From Luke. He used anger as a buffer to keep those who cared for him away. They didn't truly care about him, did they? Maybe. But the scavenger. Rey. His anger couldn't keep her away. His emotions didn't repel her. No matter how angry he was, Rey could handle him and see through it. She was his equal and could match him shot for shot. Balancing each emotion with her own. Rey had seen everything that he was and was still able to see the good in him. Even after he had killed his fath--Han. Even after she found out Master Luke had abandoned him. Even after she had seen all of his turmoil. She was his weakness, but it could never be the other way around. She was so strong. She didn't need him. But in this moment with her hand intertwined with is, the faint possibility surfaced that she might feel the same about him. That she didn't just care about turning him. That she cared about him.

Kylo had to leave. She was intoxicating. The crook of his arm rested on her waist. The pad of his thumb tracing the contours of her hand. The curve of her body against his. The scent of her clouding his mind. No. He had to go. Gathering what few bits of willpower he had when around the scavenger, Kylo gently lifted up his hand to release her from his grip. However, Rey's hand deftly shot out in a vice-like grip to hold him there. Had she been awake, she would have seen his mouth curve into a smirk at her possessive action.

Kylo had to leave. Trying again, he gingerly pried his fingers out of her grasp. In every spot that he abandoned her touch, he felt a chill. An absence of something life-giving. Light. Her breaths were still undisturbed as he regretfully lifted the crook of his arm off of her body and back to his side. Turning away from her to will himself out of the Force bond and back across the galaxy, he felt her eyes flicker open at the movement. In a flash, Rey had whipped around to face the person--the man--in her bunk. Their eyes met in the darkness.

Kylo had to leave.

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Rey's eyes widened in confusion. Upon identifying the intruder in her bunk, her eyes narrowed, and it was not the first time she wished looks could kill. She opened her mouth, intent on shouting the most vulgar obscenities she had picked up from a life on Jakku. But before a syllable could be uttered, he vanished. Rey was left in her room alone. Why was she so angry? That he was had been there. But also that he had left her. Pushing away the thought, she tried to search her memory for any remnant of his presence.

In her dream, Rey had been sparring with Finn again. The fight went on and on until she could tell that he was furious. He was yelling. She couldn't hear what he was saying. It was muffled. But as his blows became more deadly, Rey shrunk away from him. After stepping back a few paces, she stopped dead in her tracks. There was a presence behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw nothing but the empty space in the hangar. But Rey shot out a hand and latched on to the entity--the signature of something. It curled around her, shielding her from Finn's now useless blows to the space around her. Nothing could touch her. Harm her. She was surrounded by warmth, a protecting presence. When Rey gave into the comfort of her shield, Finn and the hangar disappeared. She was enveloped in a soothing blackness. She wanted to stay here forever. Wherever "here" was.

Suddenly the presence retreated, leaving her shivering. That was when she was plunged out of the world of dreams and into the realm of reality. Into him. Ben.

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Thats all folks! (for the chapter)

Kylo likes to cuddle! Who'd have thought? Everyone, that's who. He's a softie.

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