Author's Note: So this is my first time writing Star Wars fiction, so don't burn me too badly. This is a Reylo fanfic. It is based off of Rey and Kylo Ren, for those of you who do not know the nickname. My timeline is after The Last Jedi but before The Rise of Skywalker. For those of you who have not seen the last move, promise no spoilers. For those of you who have only see the first move, but not the other two, yes spoilers. My rating is T+, meaning older teen. Like 16 and up. Nothing graphic, but highly sensual. You have been warned.

Also so that everyone is clear: I do not own Star Wars, I simply play in their world. Comments, so long as they are constructive, are ALWAYS welcome. Enjoy!

Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away...

Rey

It started as it always did, with a dream. Awareness that I am dreaming, but unable to change it or better yet chase it away. I hate my dreams. They are full of loneliness, a crushing emptiness that cannot seem to be filled.

I brace myself for what I know is coming, me walking into the dark cave, knowing that I am forever alone. Constantly being reminded that my parents never wanted me, threw me away as if I were...worthless.

Trash.

But something is...different. I don't feel the chill on my skin, the damp of the air, the suffocation of being trapped.

Instead of walking I am...lying down? I reach out a hand, the bed is hard...but the sheets are soft, silken to my touch, like flowing water. The air is cool but not chilly. My heart is pounding, my pulse racing and I don't know why.

"I did not expect to find you here, of all places."

That voice, I keep my eyes close and wonder what sort of madness my dreams have taken on for me to dream of...him.

Kylo Ren, also known as Ben Solo, son of Han and Leia Solo.

The enemy of the Resistance...and the man who offered me his hand to walk by his side.

Forever, he told me, never to be alone.

I turned from him, turned my back on his offer. Telling myself that I was doing this for the Resistance.

His voice is just like I remember, soft but touched with hints of darkness, at once caressing and drowning me in equal measure.

After our last...conflict, I had not thought to dream of him.

Yet here I was, listening to his voice...savoring the way he still makes me feel.

Not alone.

"I know you're awake, Rey. You're breathing has altered. Why keep up the pretense."

He was always so observant. It was as though I could hide nothing from those dark eyes of his.

Drowning eyes, pools of darkness that were so haunted with pain...with a sadness that had matched my own.

I was already opening my eyes, turning on my side to look at him.

He was still dressed all in black, but not in the uniform of the First Order. His robe flowed around him like water, open to revel the smooth expansion of skin that had this been real, would have left me blushing and adverting my eyes. Instead I indulged my need to look at him, appreciating the strength of his body, the controlled power that he wore so easily.

I lifted my eyes to his face, his eyes devouring me even I stared unashamedly at him. His hair was a controlled chaos, still uncut as the midnight strands caressed the edges of his shoulders.

I clenched my fingers. I loved his hair, wishing I could reach out to touch it. I prayed, secretly, that he would never cut it. I liked the way it looked on him, a wildness, something untamed that made me believe he wasn't as controlled as he would like others to believe.

His eyes drew me, helpless to ignore the raw need I saw whenever he looked at me.

As though I were the only thing, the only person, who mattered to him.

The scar I had given him, our very first battle, had faded but I could still see the fine line that traced down the left side from brow to chin.

I wanted to touch him, to tell him how sorry I was that I hurt him.

But words escaped me and I could only stare at him, wondering why my dream had taken this from.

Not Kylo, the Supreme Leader of the First Order and not Ben Solo, the lost son of Han and Leia.

But something...that reminded me of both sides of him. The power of Kylo, yet the tenderness that was Ben.

"Where...where am I?"

My voice sounded strange to my ears, soft and uncertain...yet anticipating.

A tilt of his lips, the echo of a smile that made my stomach clench and my breath catch.

How could I have forgotten how beautiful he was, the way he could devastate me with just a look?

"My personal quarters, of course."

That explained why he was dressed...like he was. Getting ready for bed. Curiosity overcame me and I sat up, looking around. A hunger inside of me wanted to know everything about him.

What was he like when he was not Supreme Leader Kylo Ren.

His quarters were...stark. Pure white with bits of technology scattered about, a single window that gave a startling view of the vast darkness of endless space.

Out of the corner of my eyes was a pedestal with something on it...something that was pure black, a glint of metallic. But I was too far away to get a good look at what it was.

My eyes wandered back to Kylo, who was at the window, a small sitting area that could be used to observe the outside. Yet he remained standing, silhouetted by the flash of stars.

A dark god, given mortal form.

A shadow on the small seat and I saw, to my surprise, that it was a book. An old-fashioned book that was made of actual paper and leather. More than curious as to why Kylo had such an item in his quarter, I got up from the soft bed and moved closer to him.

"What are you doing?"

Confusion in his voice...hesitation yet no anger.

I liked this side of him, the side that only I got to see.

"This is my dream,"I murmur softly as I reach his side, "so I can do what I want in my own dream."

"So this is a dream, is it?"

There was something in his voice, something that perhaps I should have been paying more attention to, except I could see the book clearly now...and it was nothing that I expected.

The title was 'The Life and History of Alderaan.'

Alderaan. His mother's home planet, the one that had been destroyed during the first war with Emperor Palpatine.

I looked up at him, a wariness in his gaze yet he made no move to hide the book.

"You miss her, don't you?"

"I...Yes."

Such a stark answer, but the grief...the loss in that single word made my heart clench in pain to hear it.

I didn't realize I had moved until I saw that my hand was reaching for him. He could have stopped me but he had closed his eyes and was still as I lifted my fingers to brush stands of midnight from his haunted eyes that were now looking directly at me.

"She misses you too. There is a far away look in her eyes, when she thinks no one is watching. She is looking for you, always."

His hand, free from the dark gloves he constantly wears, touches mine. Heat blooms where he touches me and I shift closer to him.

"Why are you here?" A harsh demand in his voice, his fingers closing around mine, yet gentle...so gentle.

"I...I'm lonely."

The words I never intended to speak, escape from my lips.

"Seeking comfort in the arms of your enemy?"

Cruel words...but his eyes are not. They search mine, seeking deception in my response.

"You are not my enemy, not here in my dream."

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me even closer until I pressed up against him, the heat of his skin like a brand.

He lets go of my hand and I cannot understand why I feel the sudden loss, a pain that would have made me turn away...except now he is touching my hair.

"I've never seen you with your hair down."

I blink and it makes me smile, of all the things he could have said, I did not expect that.

It seems my dream Kylo/Ben is full of surprises.

"I'm usually training or building something. Long hair has a tendency to get in the way of my duties."

He is still touching my hair, an intensity in his eyes that hold such intimacy, I can feel the heat in my face.

"Do...do you like it down?"

I feel shy, uncertain and wonder why I feel this way. I mean it's not like his answer is...important.

I can taste the lie even as I think it.

"It's beautiful...softer than I ever imagined. Don't ever cut it."

I give a short laugh at his demand. "It's my hair, you don't get to decide what I do with it."

His fingers leave my hair, to lift my chin so that I have to tilt my head up to look at him.

I always forget how tall he is, how I feel so...female around him.

A stark reminder of my own femininity against the sheer overwhelming maleness of him.

"Please," a husky words full of sensual meaning, "for me, Rey."

I lift my hand and cover his own that still hold me captive. "I promise...for a price."

Again that ghost of a smile that hovers on his lips. "What price would that be?"

"Don't cut yours. I...I like your hair just the way it is."

Not quite a smile, but his eyes are somehow...lighter.

"Done."

I cannot help the grin that spreads across my face, a tickle of butterflies in my stomach.

Why can't it always be like this, between us?

Something is pulling at me, and I lose my smile. Kylo's grip on my face strengthens.

"Rey? What is it?"

"I...I think someone is calling me, I have to wake up now."

"Don't go. Stay."

I look up at him, the unguarded longing in his eyes and I feel the tears come into my own.

"I want to," I confess to him, "I want to stay like this with you...but this is a dream. It isn't real, no matter how much I want to stay...I still have to wake up."

Again a pressure in my mind and I can hear, just faintly, voices calling to me.

"Rey."

My name, a demand on his lips.

"Kylo...Ben, I...I have to go."

"Come back to me."

Why does this feel so real? Tears fall from my face and I turn and quickly kiss the palm of his hand, tasting the salt of his skin.

I can feel the shock go through him and he falters, his grip loosening. Even though this is a dream, I wrench myself out of his arms.

His room begins to blur, whites edges softening around me but he remain precise, unchanged even by my waking mind.

"I...I have to go...when I dream...I hope that it will be of you. I don't feel so alone when I am with you."

He is speaking to me but I can't hear, the dream is gone and I wake up.

"Rey! Rey can you hear me!"

I turn around and look, with shock, to see Finn staring at me with wild eyes.

"Finn? What...?"

He crushes me into his arms, nearly knocking the wind out of me.

"Don't scare me like that! We were talking about fixing the power coupling and you said you were going to check on a part but you didn't come back. I found you at your station, just standing there. I tried calling out for you but you didn't answer. I even had Leia come and check on you and she said to leave you...some kind of Jedi force trance...Rey?"

I had wrenched out of his arm, unable to comprehend his words.

Jedi force trance...then...what I said about it being a dream...

Oh gods, that was no dream. The force bond. The one that Snoke had created and I thought had be destroyed by his death...I hadn't been in a dream. I had been force bonded with Kylo...

"Rey? Are you okay?"

"I...I'm fine." I forced the chaos in my mind in be silent. The memories, the feelings, I pushed them into a small box and placed a mental lock on the box.

I gave Finn my best smile, which seemed to calm him.

"I'm still learning this Jedi stuff, so I guess it takes me longer to readjust. Why don't we finish working on that power coupling?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Hey...are you sure you're okay? Maybe you should, I dunno, talk to Leia about your...vision...or whatever it was that you saw."

I shook my head. Oh yes, I can see myself going up to Leia and telling her exactly what just happened. 'Leia, did you know your son and I are force bonded and I somehow, without realizing it, ended up in his private quarters and we talked and laughed...and he touched me and made me feel like I belong at his side'...

I shook my head again. "No, it was...nothing special. Luke warned me that the more in tune I become with the force, that this could happen. Just another...learning experience."

I told the lie with an ease that at once made me feel awful...and yet that moment I had had with Kylo...that was mine, no one else needed to know about it.

No one but myself...and Kylo.

I shook myself out of the memory, the lingering sensation of his touch on my face...his fingers in my hair.

I could still feel the heat of his skin next to mine, even as I walked back to the Falcon to do repairs.

Even if I thought it was just a dream...I meant every word I said.

So where did that leave me on how to deal with Kylo? I wish I had an answer, but I didn't.