Ok so I haven't written on this for literal years I think, but Reylo got me so bad i am tossing myself into the trash compactor that is this ship.

I won't bother addressing the current problem in this fandom currently (assholes) but just know if anyone steals this I will be forced to take very violent action against them. The force is not strong with me but the right hook definitely is.

ANYWAY HERE IS SOME FUN REYLO! This takes place about a year after events of TFA and definitely contains some spoilers. Also lemons cause try and stop me. heh.

"Another round?" The scantily dressed woman looks up at me through thick dark lashes, eying my helmet which sits on the stool next to me.

"No, and he doesn't like people staring" I nod my head toward the helmet keeping my face straight. I can feel her fear and confusion radiate off her before the bar woman smiles and saunters off to her next target. The strong liquor that once filled the small crystal glass in front of me has little effect, my strength with the force does not allow my mind to be easily intoxicated. The longing to drink more, drown every thought and memory I call my own and wander through these barren lands as a simple drunkard without ambition or purpose is almost on par with that of leaving the small outpost immediately and ridding myself of the appalling company of these uncivilised beasts.

As if on cue, a loud party enter the make-shift tavern laughing and knocking over a table.

It is then I feel her.

Such a long time ago, yet mere months since the ignorant dessert dweller somehow over powered me, the powerful grandson of the mightiest warrior to ever live.

As if the prize was not generous enough, but the boy on her arm encouraging her antics is none other than the traitor FN 2187. Perhaps my not leaving was willed by the force.

I feel no fear or anxiety in his mind. A mist settles on his thoughts, sluggishly he sends signals to his hands to move and lungs to breathe. Her mind however is like a swamp. Thick bright fog surrounds every morsel of information in her head. Foolish girl.

They stumble to a table in the far corner of the small hut but their laughter carries disturbing the somewhat serene hum of conversation that existed before their unwelcome arrival. Oh how I loathe laughter.

I decide to wait. No helmet nor cloak mean I can conceal myself in plain sight. Allowing me to kill him and extract her without causing too much of a ruckus.

Twenty minutes later my scheming is interrupted by the low rumble of an incredibly powerful force user ordering even more substance to fuel the fogs of her mind. Rey. The sheer power within her creates a shift in the force around the room. It is easy to imagine the tiny particles of energy around her vibrating at such a higher frequency than mere humans. If she wasn't a traitor and rebel scum I would call her beautiful.

"You should not drink so much. Probably best you are not flying that heap of scrap metal you call a ship again this evening." I turn away before making eye contact with her. Her current state makes her easy to read. Nothing but hilarity and confusion.

"I-what? How dare you that's not ha it's not even MY ship but she's nice I keep her...keep her..." her words are slurred and blurted through giggles and hiccups . She stops when she see's the helmet. A distinctive mask not many would forget.

"Ben Solo" her breath hitches in her lungs and she reaches for her waist. The absence of her light saber distresses her further. In a swift movement I grab her back from her attempted sprint and cover her mouth. Half carrying half dragging her outside the incompetent fool FN 2187 rushes to her aid. Stumbling and shouting he only succeeds in making a bigger fool of himself. I didn't know that was possible. My infinite knowledge and yet some things still surprise me.

He follows us out the back of the outpost and proceeds to jump upon my back in an attempt to rescue Rey.

"LET HER GO STOP YOU STOP GET OFF HER-" I crouch down to why he lies sprawled on the dirty ground after falling from my back.

"You will go back inside and continue to drink. You will forget I took Rey. You will say nothing."

His mind is weak and easy to compel. He leaves without issue. I release Rey who stumbles and turns to me. She manages to snarl out a few curses and insults before settling herself on the ground. Her mind spins. I can sense her trying to lift the fog with the force without much luck.

"Why didn't you just kill him Ben. He's just Finn. What does he mean to you what huh? killed..killed your own dad." she stops and closes her eyes. Either a spontaneous moment of silence for my fallen father or she is trying not to vomit.

"Killed Han Solo, but can't kill one little, one little little person"

I stare at this Jedi prodigy. Her hair unkempt and missing a shoe she is a perfect example of why rebels will never win. They are weak.

"Are you going to vomit? Only I would prefer you do it here rather than inside my ship."

She glares up at me and tries to get up. She fails. The usual.

"I am NOT getting in that ship of yours...you hear? How dare you even breathe. How dare you stand there and talk to me after all I have done. Your own mother despises you Ben, we mourned Han and we mourned all our pilots, our friends. We mourned Poe. You do nothing but kill."

"Are you just about done?" I smirk as she grimaces at my nonchalant attitude. I learned from the best after all.

She manages to stand and begins a brisk walk toward a small table of traders. She steals a dice from their table. This causes a great disturbance to their game, angering a reptilian creature who produces a sleek black blaster. Before he can take another breath my helmet is on and light saber out. Its menacing crackle slices through the air and the reptilian head disappears from sight. The table falls silent. Rey sighs loudly and walks away grumbling about my lack of table manners. Her drunken state, as infuriating as it is, seems to be proving rather entertaining.

"where do you think you are going?" I whisper knowing my words will reach her. Her thoughts become enraged. Apparently she wasn't planning on going far. Again she settles on the ground. Such a child.

"Here. You gamble? Ok well I don't really care so here is how we do this" she pauses to thump her chest and let out a loud belch. I sneer at her uncivilised behaviour. She snaps back with a remark about my murderous tendencies in her head but fails to put her words into a coherent sentence.

"So we are playing for the stones. You get as many wishes as you get stones but you have to roll for them you see" the game resembles something I have seen others partake in. Clearly the drink has made explaining this game far too complex for her little mind.

"Stand up Rey we are leaving. My speeder is on the far side of the outpost. I am taking you to Snoke who will hopefully condemn you to death. Do not resist as I am far your physical and mental superior-"

"STOP TALKING PLEASE NOW THANK YOU" She holds up a hand to support her demand. "Now sit, or I will myself to die right now so you do not get the satisfaction of killing me." She waits till I sit then scrunches up her face, "Take off the mask. Please"

I remain firm and leave the mask on. She glares and sighs and plots how she will steal it and mount it upon her wall of bury it in memoriam of the galaxy's lost sanity etc.

A good ten minutes passes of her struggling to play her own game. After twenty she gives up, holding her one stone tight looking very put out.

"Now i have played your nonsense game. We will now go to supreme-"

"no no no, Ben it is not over yet."

"If you dare utter that name again to me I will ensure you meet a slow and painful end right here right now you filthy stupid dessert dweller. You are a fool. So much potential and here you are drunk and disorientated in the middle of no where with no hope of escaping this time. No one will even notice your absence Rey." I spit my words at her. The anger gurgles in my chest like a wild thing clawing it's way up my throat.

"No. Need." She closes her eyes again and sways. Exhaustion seeps into the foggy swamp of her brain. If she passes out if will be easier to transport her to the ship but this area is host to many rebel sympathisers. Avoiding attention is key is remaining incognito. The initial mission will be ruined if the locals were to suspect anything.

"So you get four wishes, and I get one." She scowls as I scoop the small stones from the ground.

"You realise how pointless this all is?"

"I don't think it is, see" she stops to rub her face and yawn. Hopefully she will pass out soon. Her incessant nattering is somewhat irksome.

"See you could've killed Finn. Taken me easily."

"Easier said than done you are surprisingly hard to subdue when drunk-"

"Killed everyone in the outpost. Its almost completely dark now no one will come. So why not?"

"I am executing a carefully thought out-"

"Why is the leader of the first order-"

"I am not the leader, supreme lead-"

"sat on the ground playing stones with his greatest enemy?"

"Do not flatter yourself you are not my greatest enemy you are nothing but a-"

she continually interrupts me with her rambling. I feel the weight of my saber on my side, begging me to silence her eternally.

"I think I know." She stares right into my eyes. Although masked it feels intrusive; intimate almost.

"You don't wish to hurt me Ben Solo."

I ready a quick reply to shoot down the incredulous notion that i have any concern for her well being whatsoever. I want nothing more than to crush the light out of her, to stamp out the abhorrent goodness that makes her so insufferable.

Before I can she begins to speak again.

"Your four wishes?" she smirks knowing she is under my skin.

"Stand, girl. You will be taken to Snoke and he will asses what is to be done with you now you are once again at my disposal."

"Of course. But first you have to get drunk."

"what" I splutter. This girl this child is suggesting I willingly lower my inhibitions and become as intoxicated as she.

"Kylo Ren you will accompany me back to the bar where you will not stop drinking until you cannot walk straight."

I scoff at her attempt to force control me into doing her bidding. A stupid, reckless and feeble minded inconvenience. I loathe and despise the very air she breathes and the very ground she walks upon.

And I am somehow drunk.

Stupid. In my anger, my shields were lowered. My arrogance. My belief in her act. Of course she overcame the drunken haze.

She tricked me into thinking she was still compromised in order to compromise me. A genius move. Of course she did. It is Rey after all. Luke has trained her well, better than he did me. But I can still win this. Once aboard my ship she will be un able to leave and when my men return they will transport her to Snoke. I can do this.

"Hey there big guy, looks like you've had a bit too much how about something a little less potent now?" the woman behind the bar heaves her large chest at me as if she were an offering. A piece of meat for me to conquer.

"Oh this one is far from done. Aren't you Ben?" The familiar rumble of the force that surrounds Rey is comforting. She is still here. That will make it easier to capture her. Yes. How did I even get here?

"You may have succeeded in getting me slightly intoxicated but I assure you that I am still in full control of my powers and you would be wise to abide by my orders. Back to my ship, to Snoke." I speak slowly to insure my words do not jumble. The she does something positively torturous.

Ray Smiles.

Her lips stretch over her slightly crooked smile. I let my gaze slide over her childlike dimples, her soft brown hair hastily pulled back from her face. She is very skinny, her ribs could be easily counted through her translucent skin. The dusting of freckles across her nose and the way her calloused hands rest on her hips. She is a master seductress and she does not even try.

Without thinking, I reach out to her loosening the knot that holds her hair from her face. Slowly running my hands through it I meet her light hazel green eyes with my own dark ones. She breathes in short nervous breaths and tries to control her emotions. Anxiety, disgust...want.

"Oh Rey." I smile down at her allowing myself to curl around her small stature. I rest threateningly close to her face, staring her down like a wild animal being hunted by a ferocious predator. "Do not think for a second that because I am not sober, i am any less of a danger to you."

I allow my instincts to take over, snaking one hand around her waist and gripping her jaw with the other.

"I am infatuated with you Rey, yes. But of course that does not mean I would hesitate to inflict pain on you so unbearable you will beg for me. You will beg and plead Rey. You will weep. I will not be kind with you."

She trembles in my grasp. The entire world ceases to exist. It is just she and I.

With that i crash my lips down upon hers and let the liquor fuel my lust for her. Perhaps intoxication has it's virtue.