Hello! This story takes place sometime in Star Wars: The Last Jedi. This story is dedicated to my awesome sister, Scarlett, who told me I should upload it. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Force

By: The Hat Potato

The Force was supposed to be the equilibrium of the universe; the peace that held everything together. That was what Master Luke had told her anyway. However, the more Rey trained, the less peaceful she seemed to feel. She felt like the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. She had been thrown into this life so quickly and now that she was here, she couldn't help but have a hard time keeping up. Closing her eyes, Rey tried once more at the job before her. All she needed to do was to move one pebble. She had done much more powerful things before, but only in desperate situations. Without an extreme threat to back the risk of her failure, Rey seemed to have no motivation.

She couldn't concentrate. Her muscles ached from constant exercise followed by sitting uncomfortably for hours at a time. Even her brain hurt. Everyday, she trained by hitting a tree with her staff over and over again until her mind seemed completely empty. What was the point anymore? Everything was overworked; overdone. Her eyes flew open and stared daggers at the innocent pebble. It flew away and hit a larger rock, practically disintegrating in the process. She stood up, slightly satisfied, and walked stiffly back to the village for dinner.

Rey sat eating her measly piece of bread. Not much, and yet it was all she wanted. She was used to her life now. Alone with no one to talk to except Luke Skywalker. She was grateful for the chance to be trained and learn from such a great teacher, but she couldn't help but miss her previous adventures. She sat facing the ocean, and wondered how long it would be until she would be torn away from this life. She knew that there would come a time when she would feel stupid for wanting adventure. Adventure for her could only mean danger. But maybe danger was better than wasting her life away, doing nothing. She finished dinner and returned to her small, stone house.

Dirt and dust from the day's training clung onto her skin and proved her in desperate need of a shower. Her hair fell caressly around her shoulders as she removed it from it's tight buns. She felt sluggish as she entered the small shower. The warm water fell over her tired body, causing her worn muscles to sink her into a sitting position. She took a washcloth and carefully began removing the day's work from her skin. As always, she took her time in the shower, knowing it was the most relaxed she would feel during her long days. She put her head back and just let the water run over her.

Her head started to hurt. No. Not hurt. But her head started to feel… strange. She brushed it off and continued her current task of trying to remove a thick coat of mud from her fingernails. But there it was again. A constant throbbing in her mind. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples in a desperate attempt to make it go away. That's when she felt it. Felt him. Her eyes sprang open and there he was. The person she wanted to see least in the world right now. Kylo Ren. Watching her. Shower.

With a shout, she tried desperately to cover herself with anything, but found nothing. She jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her figure as quickly as she could. She wanted this to be over. She needed this to have not just happened. She looked away from the perpetrator. She couldn't blame him of course. This happened frequently and neither had any control over it. But why did it have to happen right that second. Finally, she built up the courage to look back at him. To her surprise and disgust, he sat there with a smug smirk on his face. How dare he?

"H-how long have you been there?" Rey asked, dreading the answer.

Kylo stood there motionless. He could not believe what he had just seen. This strong, stubborn, and far too modest girl, who just so happened to be connected to him through the Force, had just been bathing in front of him. Granted, it had not been intentional, but all the same, the dark Jedi felt an extreme rush just from being able to witness it.

The lack of response from the man scared Rey. What if he had been there the whole time, silently watching her.

"Long enough," he said, clearly taunting the girl with his poor excuse for an answer. "Where are you?" he asked, circumventing the much more pressing topic at hand.

How stupid was he? Did he really think that she would give him her location just like that. When she knew he was trying to kill Luke? And who knows what he would do to her.

Rey sneered at the man and declared simply, "My bathroom."

Her lack of obedience always angered Kylo. He was not sure what he was expecting, but her sheer disrespect toward him made him mad beyond belief. Was it too much to want this lowly scavenger girl to honor him?

"You know I could find you if I really wanted to." he murmured in that painfully deep voice of his. He slowly but surely began to walk closer to the girl wrapped in nothing but a towel.

Rey highly doubted this statement, but at the same time, she did not want to find out. "You will not harm Luke," she stated as smoothly as she could. She began subconsciously moving backwards, in line with his steady strides towards her.

"And what if it's not Luke I want?" he asked, nearing her.

Her eyes widened and she could not contain the shudder that escaped with her breath. What was it about that voice that made her feel like that? His dark hair encircled his face as he continued his pursuit, but she backed up at the same rate, fear starting to rise in her.

Kylo sensed this fear and smirked. Despite the mask of bravery that she tried to constantly put on, he knew that her innocence always overcame it. He felt a want rise in him. He watched the girl intently, gently trying to read her thoughts.

Rey pushed back the best she could, but the vulnerable position she was in made it hard. Nervous about what he might do next, Rey tried to back up faster. Unfortunately for Rey, her back hit the wall of her bathroom and in seconds, Kylo Ren was directly in front of her, breathing deeply.

Kylo's hands shot immediately to the girl's arms, pinning her down against the wall. Her sharp intake of breath only made him more sure of his actions. He felt lust build up inside of him as he remembered the scene he had watched unfold only minutes before. And here she was, that same girl, pinned against her own wall, and trembling from nerves that he gave her. Kylo hated her nerves. He wanted her to trust him; to open up to him willingly.

Rey turned her head to the side, trying to put as much distance as possible between the two of them. "Stop," she said, and though she had intended for her voice to come out strong, it instead was barely a squeak.

A flash of concern seemed to flood his dark eyes and he let go of her arms that he had been holding a bit too tightly. Her head snapped back to look at him, surprised by the effect her plea had on him. Even though he had released his grip, he held his ground, mere inches away from her towel covered body. Her hands were now free to fight him, but no movement came. His eyes flashed back to their curious and dominating stare that they always seemed to hold when she was around.

Rey had never felt so small. She had known he was big, but it was not until he had her cornered that she realized just how massive he was. She had to crane her neck upwards just to look at him. He looked to be practically eight inches taller than her. She tried desperately to calm her expression, but she could tell it wasn't working. She couldn't help but observe this man in front of her. His chest, covered with thick black fabric, rose and fell with every breath. His raven colored hair nearly grazed her forehead. Something inside of her screamed at her to fight him, but no attempt actually made it to her limbs. Instead, her sight focused on the scar running across his face and wished that she hadn't given it to him.

The air between them was intoxicating. Their heavy breathing created an electric warmth between them. It seemed as though they had been standing there for hours, but neither one moved a muscle. They both just stared. Kylo Ren gazed hard at the girl before him - so beautiful, yet so tough. Her power was only growing as time went by, and he longed to help her grow to her full potential. Yet, something told him that she would never change. She was too full of light.

The heat radiating from their bodies was nearly stifling when Rey finally broke the trance of their silence. She looked deep into his eyes, "Ben."

That was all he needed. He leaned into her and kissed her firmly on the lips. Rey's whimper of confusion lasted only a second before she felt herself kissing him back. What was she doing? She felt his hands brace themselves on the wall behind her, surrounding her body. Their lips fervently collided together as if the fate of the world depended on it. His hands quickly left the wall, only to engulf her slim frame further. Their kiss deepened and became hungry as their bodies pressed together. Her hands shot into his hair and pulled him down to her.

His hands, which seemed to be constantly moving, made their way up her arms, causing her to shiver with goosebumps as he went. One landed on her shoulder, while the other made its way up the side of her face to cup her cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb. Their lips crashed together, practically imitating the fight that they so often found themselves in. The intensity of their embrace filled Rey in ways she had never known possible. She was drunk on pure passion. She was drunk on him.

Kylo's hand left her shoulder and began to move lower. Even in her mind's muddled state, she knew what was happening. Right as he pulled her towel away from her helpless body, she slapped him hard across his face. When she looked back to him, he was gone. He had returned back to the cold First Order base, light-years away. He had left her, breathless and flushed, slumped against the wall, steeping in regret.

The End