#starwarstfaimagine

His gentle embrace was soft and secure, it was tight enough to make you feel safe but loose enough to let you know you could get away easily at any moment.

His breath was hot on the hair at the back of your neck, causing you to roll over happily in his arms.

Naturally his arms engulfed you deeper into his warm embrace.

God, he smelled like liquid sex. All musk, and man.

Your eyes downcast to his hard chest. The scars peppered his form like painfully rendered freckles. Like every bad thing that had happened in his life manifested in angry red slashes against his pale skin.

The thought made you sad, and when a frown slid across your mouth Kylo's hands instantly found the same spot on your hips that made your knees go weak.

Your mouth opened instinctively, and he sealed your sigh with a kiss, the fingers on his other hand gently sliding to the side of your neck, igniting a terribly intense feeling of Deja Vu.

Suddenly you remembered-- This wasn't real, and it was all Kylo's doing.

Your body jerked upright in what seemed to be a control panel guessing by the unsightly pinpointed pain in your lower back that can only be ascertained by a control modulator-

You look behind you.

-Yup, a control modulator shoved right smack dab in the middle of the small of your back.

You couldn't have consciously fallen asleep in such a horrendous placement.

Your head throbbed as your fingers messaged your temples and eyelids, hoping for some momentary relief.

His voice scared you, it was much deeper than you'd ever heard it apart from various heated, and apparently, shared dreams "Good Morning Rey."

There he was, standing a couple feet in front of you, full black robe descending down his slender frame like the dark lord he was so eager to pretend to be.

It was disorienting to say the least, how just a couple seconds ago he was naked and tangled in your own limbs, but now he stood in front of you in clothes as black as coal.

You'd put two and two together and came to a rather logical conclusion, and quite rudely spat out "You kissed me! And uh, forced me into your bed!"

Your conclusion was short lived.

Instantly he was on the defensive "I did no such thing!"

You became lightheaded an began hurling more lucid accusations at him "You did too! How dare you! Who do you think you are!? Infiltrating something as private as my dreams! TO what? What exactly is your end game here? Try and confuse me into joining you? To try and make me reveal secrets? What? What is it!?"

His hands went up in a obviously surrendering motion, which pissed you off more, "Oh don't you dare try and play innocence with me Solo."

**Kylo's Perspective**

The night air was cold as I forced it into my lungs. My head swimming in anger one couldn't possibly imagine.

His smirk haunts me in my dreams, his auspicious hands wrapping their way around her petite frame.

Trapping her into his sick embrace.

I don't like it. When he touches her, I mean. His skin sliding against hers, like fine silk against burlap, it's unnatural.

Not only that, you know what happens when you rub silk against burlap after a while? The silk begins to break down, particles that used to be part of the soft silken exterior begin to become rough, jaded, not at all like before.

I can't let that happen.

Sure it starts as just a friendly hug. I know this, she's assured me it was on several different occasions. I don't care. I don't like it. I can't help that I don't like it. But the worst thing? I don't really care that I don't like it. I just know deep in my gut that I need to stop it.

What happens after he decides he's tired of hearing the word no? What happens if he decides . . . .

My brain seems to seep out of my ears with the mere mention of his name, my blood boils in my veins every time my eyes cast onto him, the pain that shoots though every inch of my body telling me that I want so bad to rip every limb from his body.

But, I remain composed. Unaffected. My soul slowly dying with each caress of his hands against her forearm. I cannot show weakness, I have to remain strong.

But how is one expected to be strong when the very thing that gives you life is having her soul slowly drained from her body right in front of you?

And you can't do a god damn thing about it?

* * * * *

"Oh! Don't you dare try and play innocence with me Solo!" My anger is thick and present in my threat, I just hope it carries as confidently as I've said it.

I see the slight smile, its gone as soon as it appeared but I still caught it. His voice is steady and calm which I find very odd for Mr. Ren. As he's not known for having his temper in check.

"I find you . . . amusing." He'd stated it with such conviction, like he actually enjoyed my presence. Of course it was hard to tell with the plasma beams in front of my face and all.

My hands caught stubbornly on my hips as I shoved my hip to one side "What happened to the handcuffs?"

This time he graced me with a full, eye popping, panty dropping smile as he casually said "Well, if you would stay in them, and not ruin my fun. . . I would use them. But someone. . . "

His hand moved to his waist pressing a button on a receiver causing the beams in front of me to dissolve instantly. " . . . keeps getting out of them."

He was right in front of me now. I could feel the heat seeping off his body washing over me, as wave after wave of memories flooded my vision.

Heated skin. Heavy breathing.

His wet lips against my shoulder, my neck.

His hands running softly down my back, with his lips following the fire lit path his fingers set.

His voice deep and gravely, "Relax for me Angel."

You relaxed instantly, his hands massaging your aching shoulders.

And suddenly, a sharp pinch in your right arm. Your mouth curved around the word as it left your mouth "Ouch."

Kylo's hands find the now heated sore spot on your back, moving his long agile fingers against each knot. Seemingly effortless swipes and caresses undoing your muscles like a puzzle you've been waiting your whole life for someone to solve.

Your head bobbed back up quickly, vanquishing any and all memories from your vision. You looked ahead disoriented, as his face came back into view "Easy there Angel. Easy. . ."

His words were calm and endearing, as his fingers ran their way down the side of your face to hold on to your chin "It's just a mild sedative, my love. I knew you would object to this next part."

Your eyes bulged, as your mind instantly was filled to the brim with the worst.

Suddenly you were in the air, then cradled snugly against Kylo's chest. You felt your eyelids droop heavily, and you yawned loudly as he carried you onto his ship.

The last thing you remember before you feel asleep was Kylo's eyes looking deeply down at you as you saw Finn and Poe's faces come into view.

Kylo passed you gently into Poe's arms before saying sternly "Get her out of here. Now."

                                                        * * * * * 

You had been struggling with the fact that you would have to see him for months. But even worse than that, the fact that you would have to fight him.

His presence still haunted your dreams, and had been since the last you'd seen him. A fact that you had kept from everyone except Finn. He understood, well . .  .

He kinda understood. He understood as much a person can understand, given the, um, circumstances.

In the time away from him, you had come to the unstable conclusion that you were drawn to him for a single purpose.

That purpose being, you were the only one who could bring him home to the light.

The call came though the battle room like lightning "General, we have a location on a Resurgent-Class Battlecrusier."

You ran over to the officer and glanced at the location, Chandrila.

You looked up as general Organa came up behind you, looking over your shoulder, sighing softly "He's going home."

You looked at the concern etched across her face and wondered allowed, only loud enough for her to hear "Why would he do that?"

This was the first time you'd seen the General seriously worried in all the time you had known her "I don't know. That's what scares me."

                                                  * * * * *

The sea in front of you seemed to go on forever. The breeze was light and warm. The cliffs tall and mountainous, all in all it was a beautiful scene laid out in front of you.

His frame was dark and brooding. His wild hair and his unruling identity tamed under his dense metal helmet.

To the untrained eye he was completely at ease standing overlooking the sea beating endlessly over the rocks below.

But you. . . You could feel his unease. His mind was running rampant along with the wind that wicked gingerly at your heels.

Your presence was well known, you imagined that your presence, much like his own to you, was identified before you could even see one another.

His head picked up slightly, the light shinning brightly against the silver on his helmet as he gingerly snuck a peek in your direction.

His mechanized voice made it easier to form words. With it, it was easier to believe that this was not the man who still kidnapped your dreams.

Still, his words did something to you. They slid past your guard and suck into your mind.

"If you've come to fight me Kenobi. I'd advise against it." He said softly. Your head tilted ever so slightly to the left.

You kept your eyes on him as you came closer, remaining a good four feet behind him "I'm not afraid of you Solo."

He flipped around like lighting, his posture aggressive "Ben Solo is dead, like his father." At this your posture visibly relaxed.

You could feel the anger swelling deep within him, you knew you could beat him when he was like this. Hasty, impatient, the dark side flowing through him.

A wild smile crossed your lips as you snear "Ben Solo isn't dead. He's just buried in all Snoke's lies." Again, his temper flared "Master Snoke has taught me more than Luke ever has."

Answering him came easier with every second that past "Maybe you are just a bad student."

His saber activated instantly, the red glaring off the black against his body, his words cold as ice as they chilled you down to the bone "We'll see about that."

He charged.

You couldn't think anymore of it, your mind was somewhere else, back to a time long ago.

Bright red glaring off a helmet as black as night. Anger coercing a man to do the unthinkable. Deception came easily, hate became second nature. . His soul was black and tarnished.

A face, a mask came into view, chilling you to the bone.

Darth Vader.

But just as quickly as the fear had coursed through your veins it dissipated.

A younger, kinder face appeared.

A face that shared features of the man under the helmet before you began to talk "Help him. He is strong with the force, you can help him find his way. . . Help my grandson. Please."

He was gone.

Your breathing was rough and raggid. Your thoughts swimming, but deep within you felt peace.

You felt the force.

Kylo's anger only intensified, fueling his rage. Fueling his power.

His saber falling down toward your face, instantly your body moved.

The hiss of saber against saber the only realization that you weren't dead.

You pushed hard against him, causing him to stubble backwards.

He charged once more, this time attacking from under, which you diverted easily.

Again the sizzle from the sabers concentrated you on the fight in front of you.

You felt your body move with ease, without thinking you attacked. Hit him with every attack you had. The whir and hum between the two creating the most violent dance ever created.

You'd never felt so alive.

Until, he stopped.

Deactivating and dropping his saber to the ground.

He came toward you.

His body rigid.

His helmet hissed its release.

His soft black curls fell into his face.

His soft brown eyes bore into your own.

The angry bright red of his scar greeted you like an unwelcome memory.

Confused you assaulted him. Bringing your saber down towards his soft black curls.

He caught it easily his large hand curling it protectively around your wrist. His other hand reaching up, holding your chin delicately.

The hum from your saber above you.

The soft green grass below you.

The soft green from your saber illuminated his face, and in a tender moment you closed your eyes.

Revealing a moment of vulnerability to the enemy.

A moment of trust.

His hand lifted, pulling your chin upwards. You open your eyes slowly, lost in the tenderness of the moment.

His voice washes over you like honey "Don't be afraid. I feel it too."